THIS IS THE END…!

(Numbuh 4 puts up his arms to protect himself, but the sheer size of his antagonist bowls him over. Numbuh 4 rights himself, but the characteristic fire and fury is absent from his eyes. All that Dark Grinder faces when he makes his second charge are two little green pools awash with the tears of a helpless, frightened child.)

(Time and again Dark Grinder flies furiously at Numbuh 4. And time and again the boy parries a few attacks before being knocked on his back. And still, after each thrashing the steadfast boy stands up and waits for the next attack. Too stubborn and resolved to back down, but too lost in the pain of betrayal to fight back was Numbuh 4.)

(Bored of this fruitless scuffle against the one enemy who should've been any threat, Dark Grinder shoots his hand at Numbuh 4's neck and pins him against the cold steel wall, ever so slightly squeezing the young boy's throat.)

Dark Grinder: (Grinding) I have endured your persistence long enough Numbuh 4. (Grinding) You're weak and afraid, everything a warrior is not. (Grinding) If you will not fight… (grinding) then I will destroy you!

(As Dark Grinder tightens his grip, Numbuh 4 without thinking reaches his hand into his hood, probing for whatever it was Numbuh 3 left him.)
(Numbuh 4 feels something hard and blunt and slowly he wraps his fingers around the solid object.)

Dark Grinder: (Grinding) Who or what was it (grinding) that made you think that you had a chance (grinding) against the greatest warrior that ever lived!

(Numbuh 4 pulls the weapon out of his hood and swipes across Dark Grinder's face. A resounding CRACK! echoes the blow.)
(Disoriented by the blow, Dark Grinder drops Numbuh 4 and stumbles back. Clutched in Numbuh 4's hand is the joong bong that Master 4 gave him as a graduation present.)
(Numbuh 4's characteristic fire begins to kindle in his eyes.)

Numbuh 4: (with fury) You should already know that answer. (He raises the joong bong so Dark Grinder can see the "4" emblazoned on the side.)

(Infuriated by this affront, Dark Grinder attacks with renewed ferocity, but Numbuh 4, impassioned by this small turn of the tide, fights back with equal ardor.)

(As the fight goes back and forth, a triumphant shout comes from the hangar, as dozens of Operatives break out of their shackles and overpower the few teenagers remaining guard.)
(Numbuhs 1 and 5 race through the doorway, armed with heavy 2x4 weapons. The battle intensifies as the Teenagers fight desperately to hold their ground and the Operatives fight with equal desperation to retake the base.)

(As the battle rages, Dark Grinder and Numbuh 4 continue their duel, uninterrupted and unaffected by the frenzy of battle that surrounds them. Seeing the iron will of his enemy weaken, Numbuh 4 fights with renewed confidence, and despite Dark Grinder's increase in Coffee-consumption-levels, Numbuh 4 is still able to keep pace with the possessed warrior's speed, and hold his own against his many attacks.)

(Both warriors collide, entangling their arms as they try to outdo one another in the way of hand techniques. Though Dark Grinder finally manages to break the stalemate and knock Numbuh 4 back, both come apart with badly beaten arms and sore shoulders.)
(The two warriors separate, and square off. Though Numbuh 4 is panting heavily, the glimmer in his eyes betrays a great reserve of strength yet to be tapped. Dark Grinder however is showing signs of fatigue, his thick chest rising and falling rapidly and his grinder going non-stop.)

Dark Grinder: (Grinding) This is… (grinding) the end for… (grinding) you… (grinding) …Numbuh 4.

(Summoning every ounce of speed left to him, Dark Grinder races at his little adversary, bobbing, ducking and weaving to throw Numbuh 4 off balance.)

(Though shaken by the desperation in the fighting, Numbuh 4 works to keep himself composed. As Dark Grinder closes in, Numbuh 4 jumps into the air, narrowly dodging the sweep at his ankles. Seeing his opponents guard lagging, Numbuh 4 kicks out with all his strength, landing a blow to Dark Grinder's mask!)

(This time the CRACK! is accompanied by the appearance of a long fracture running through Dark Grinder's mask, and a steady trickle of coffee begins to drain from the crack. Numbuh 4 follows up by bringing his weapon down on Dark Grinder's head, widening the fracture and spraying a torrent of coffee all over his orange hoodie and Dark Grinder's suit!)

(Dark Grinder sputters and coughs as his coffee flows without interruption, choking him. Numbuh 4 swipes upward with his weapon, completely shattering the mask and spraying coffee across the ring of open floor between the two fighters and the surrounding battle.)
(Behind the cracked black bits of mask and hydraulic tubing was the pale, emaciated, adult-ified face of Master 4. For a moment, Dark Grinder's body seemed to hang there, in a kind of suspend animation; then, ever so slowly at first, he fell back, landing with a CRASH! in a puddle of coffee.)

(A stunned silence spread out from within that ring, like ripples in a pond, halting the actions of all combatants as they turned to see Numbuh 4 standing over the body of Dark Grinder, coffee dripping from his hair, his hoodie, even the joong bong he held at his side.)

(Sensing the finality of this defeat, some teenagers ran for the hangar, hopping to their bikes and escaping. Then others followed suit, until the whole teenage army was in disarray as they clambered aboard their ships, trying desperately to escape.)

(The Kids Next Door started up a resounding HOO-RAH as their enemies fled, then the members of Sector V ran over to lift the dazed and immobile Numbuh 4 on their shoulders and the already deafening cheers reached a crescendo.)

KND: NUMBUH 4! NUMBUH 4! ……

(But Numbuh 4 saw no reason to celebrate a battle that to him was as much a victory as it was a defeat.)

(He looked back at the motionless body of his once noble master as his fellow operatives hoisted him onto a stretcher and shackled him tightly as they bore him away. Numbuh 4 wasn't sure whether his master would go first to the infirmary or the stockade.)

(As Moonbase seemed to shake with celebration at their victory, Numbuh 4 could only look with sorrow and regret upon the unconscious form of Dark Grinder as it was born away.)

Numbuh 4: (muttering) Why Master 4? Why?...

Author: WHEW! Ok it's nearly done… if you have anything you want to say about the story or suggestions to improve the plot, or ideas for other stories, or if you just wanna say hi, please reply.