Madianna- HAHA! Elizabitch! Why didn't I think of that?!

YorkistGirl-I'm glad you loved the usernames!

ComedyMonarchy- All hell's going to break loose...

So the Gang have announced war on Edouard and the Allies for stepping over the line too many times. But what if it goes too far? Will someone die?

Also, Richard III was crowned today in 1483! Happy Coronation Day, Richard!

One week later…

Gathering outside Edouard's house in the dark, the Gang positioned themselves in different areas so that they'd each get the best view of his ugly face. Hal and Mercutio hid in the trees, Geoffrey hid behind the bins near an open window and Ned and Edmund were on the roof. Grinning, they waited for Richard's signal, as he hid behind a bush, and smiled at the prospect of delivering justice on the scumbag who'd bullied and terrorised them for many years.

Loki and Thor crept up towards the house. Thor held his hammer eagerly in his hand, ready for action. Loki rolled his eyes as his brother ran ahead.

"Thor!" he hissed. "Don't run ahead; Prince Prat might see us! And why are you holding your hammer?! The others will see it and think you're nuts!"

Thor, still running, turned around briefly and grinned.

"Relax, brother!" he laughed. "It's just a hammer! The others have weapons too, you know!"

"Yes, but we're gods! Gods, Thor! Don't use any magic, OK? Father won't like it, and he won't let us go home!"

"You're the one who uses magic! You can make sure that they can't see it! And Father will understand-"

"Thor, you say that every time we do this sort of thing, and Father NEVER understands! Please, don't do this!"

"Loki, I promise you, Father will understand!"

"Thor, he won't! And I'll get in trouble, as always, because of YOUR behaviour and actions! Please! I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!"

Thor's eyes softened. He stopped running. He strolled over to Loki in big strides, before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Do not worry, Loki. If Father starts blaming you for anything I cause today, I shall stand up for you. I'll take the blame."

Loki looked up at his older brother with surprised eyes.

"You're only saying that because of what I just said."

"No, Loki. I promise. I will take the blame."

"For everything?"

"For you, brother, I'd do anything."

"… Thank you, Thor."

"MUMMY!" Edouard screeched when his vase of flowers started to fly around the room on its own. "MUMMMY! MUMMY! HELP!"

Outside, hiding behind the bedroom window, Thor and Loki chuckled amongst themselves.

"Do it again, Loki!" Thor grinned. "This time, write something on his wall!"

"Oh, I can do better than that, brother!" replied the dark-haired boy, his green eyes shining. "Observe!"

With a flick of the hand, Loki concentrated on the dart on Edouard's desk and, with precise aim, fired it at Edouard's head.

Prince screamed and hid under his bed, sobbing like a baby.

Lifting up a board marker, Loki wrote: "EDOUARD, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID" in big letters on Prince's bright orange wall. Then, creating a large fireball in his hands, the God of Mischief fired it through the window. It landed on Prince's favourite teddy bear, causing it to burst into flames.

Prince was now in hysterics. "TEDDY!" he wailed. "MUMMY! SIR HONEYPOT'S IN FLAMES! HELP!"

Margaret came running in. "Ed! What's wrong! Why are you- OH JESUS CHRIST! GET OUT QUICK!"

"BUT SIR HONEYPOT'S-"

"NOW!"

The two ran and leapt out of the window. Thor and Loki ducked down as Edouard and Margaret flew out. Loki grinned, flicked his hand again, and a hole appeared in front of them. The mother and son fell directly into the hole and Loki lifted both of his hands in the air like a puppeteer, creating earthquakes as he spun his hands around skilfully.

Thor laughed out loud.

Edouard screamed as he was lifted suddenly into the air. It was dark, so fortunately, he couldn't see either Thor or Loki's faces. Loki spun him round and round, rotated him upside down in a circle, shook him from side to side. Prince screamed for mercy. However, Loki wanted to savour this moment. He was in control. Not Thor. Him.

A dark smile slowly etched itself across his face.

He slammed Edouard down onto the earth with a loud thud. He forced him to kneel and bow his head. Edouard was by this time weeping like a baby.

"How does it feel?" Loki hissed, his voice suddenly different from his own, teen like sound. It was deeper, darker, angrier. He'd changed his voice so that Edouard wouldn't be able to recognise him. He loved this. He loved his magic. He loved his abilities. He loved stomping on the weak. He loved being in control.

And boy, he really loved this!

"Who are you?" Edouard trembled.

"I said- 'HOW DOES IT FEEL?'"

"How does what feel?!"

"Being a bully. How does it feel, knowing that you're making someone's life a misery?"

"Great!"

Loki slammed his head down hard on the ground. "WRONG ANSWER!" he snarled.

"Please! Leave me alone!"

"Not until you pay."

"For what?"

"For living."

Edouard's eyes widened, but before he could react, Loki had lifted him up from the ground before throwing him into the air. He then slammed him down hard on the ground repeatedly.

"Loki, stop!" Thor hissed.

"No. Not till this bastard pays."

"He hasn't done anything to you!"

"You dragged me out here for revenge. Now you're telling me to stop. Make your mind up, Thor!"

"Let the Gang punish him. He's hurt them, let them have their revenge!"

"…Fine."

Lifting Edouard up in the air again, he threw him onto the roof, where Ned and Edmund crouched, watching. They had masks over their faces, so they wouldn't be recognisable as well, and they grinned at each other.

"Payback time…" Ned grinned, flexing his knuckles. He then laughed and lifted up a crowbar.

WHACK!

Geoffrey leapt out behind the wall and attacked Edouard with a baseball bat. Richard came out from behind the bush, pale and terrified, but no one noticed. Hal and Mercutio watched and laughed at him from the trees.

The Gang continue to kick him, enjoying his torture. Valmont fired a stone at his head and blood oozed from the wound. Hermia watched from her hiding place as Edouard struggled to his feet, but only to fall down again when Ned kicked him in the back, causing her to gasp in horror.

Edouard was starting to see stars. Just then, Clarence, who had appeared from nowhere, came out and kicked him in the head, causing everything to go black.

Ned stepped forward, ready to deliver the final blow...

A floodlight shone down on them, causing them to wince and cover their eyes. A figure then slowly appeared, holding a megaphone:

"STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND DROP THE WEAPONS!"

It was Warwick.

Stunned, everyone, apart from Richard, Thor, Loki and Hermia, dropped their weapons.

"How did they know?" Ned hissed to Edmund, who looked terrified.

"I don't know!" Edmund sobbed, tears spilling down his face. "I'm sorry!"

A frown of realisation slowly stretched across Ned's face. "Edmund… You told on us?"

Edmund stepped away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't let you do it! What have you done, Ned!?"

"Who else told on us?"

Slowly, Richard, Loki and Hermia stepped forward and stood beside Edmund.

"I'm sorry, Ned," Richard said, his face serious and sad. "We knew it was going to end like this, so we told Warwick. Why do you think we didn't fight?"

"I did," Loki stated. He turned to Thor, who now stood stunned. "Thor, I'm sorry, but I had to. You were going too far."

"Loki… You…"

"I'm sorry, brother."

"I promised I would take the blame for everything," Thor murmured. "You fought, I didn't. Why do you do this? Why do you always get yourself into this mess? Why didn't you stop?"

"BECAUSE I HAD POWER!" Loki suddenly yelled. "…I had power. I was in control. It was I, not you. It's always, about you, isn't it, Thor?" he sneered. "The heir! The favoured one! I'm always in your shadow!"

"Brother, I-"

"THOR, DON'T YOU GET IT?! I'M BAD! I'M THE BLACK SHEEP IN OUR FAMILY! I'LL ALWAYS BETRAY YOU! I LIE! I WORK FOR MYSELF! I BRING BAD LUCK AND CHOAS! YOU CAN'T TRUST ME!"

Thor stood there, open mouthed and pale.

Richard stood stone-faced. "Ned. Ned, I'm sorry."

Ned frowned at him and turned his face away.

"I can't believe this…"

He spun back round, tears spilling down his face.

"YOU WERE THE LOYAL ONE! YOU NEVER BETRAYED ME, DICKON!"

"NED, I NEVER BETRAYED YOU! I STUCK TO JUSTICE! AS MUCH AS I HATE EDOUARD, I CAN'T KILL HIM!"

"WE ALL DISCUSSED IT! WE WERE GOING TO GET HIM! ALL OF US!"

"NED, I'M SORRY, BUT I CAN'T KILL HIM! I'M SORRY I WENT ALONG WITH YOU UNTIL WE CAME HERE, BUT I CAN'T KILL HIM!"

"YOU BACKSTABBER, RICHARD! YOU BACKSTABBER!

"OH, SORRY I HAVE A CONSCIENCE, B*STARD!"

Everyone gasped. Ned stood still, stunned. It was true that he didn't look like his father. People had gossiped and rumoured about his legitimacy since he was born, but nobody had ever dared to bring the topic up.

Until now.

"Edmund…" Ned whispered. "You were my twin. My best friend. Why did you rat me out?"

"Because you'd have gone to jail for murder and I can't let that happen, Ned."

Ned swallowed a lump in his throat and slowly turned away.

"Betrayers…" he seethed. "My brothers are betrayers."

Smirking, Clarence approached him, chest swelled with pride.

"I didn't, Ned!" he boasted.

Ned turned round and slowly placed a hand on Clarence's shoulder.

"You're right, Clarence. You didn't. At least I can count on you."

Clarence gave an evil grin towards the two castaways and laughed.

"Oh, of course you can, Ned… Always…"

Richard glared at him. Edmund's lip wobbled.

As Hal and Mercutio climbed down from the trees, Henry IV suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed Hal by the collar. "BOY, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO OUR FAMILY! I'M SICK OF TRYING TO CHANGE YOU!"

He then slapped Hal over and over in the face. Hal cried out for mercy, but his father wouldn't stop. Mercutio leapt at him.

"STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" he cried.

Henry spun round and whacked Mercutio in the nose with his fist. Blood splurged out everywhere, and Mercutio cried out in pain, clutching his nose.

"MERCUTIO!" Hal yelled, struggling to get free.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!" Henry yelled. He kicked the boy hard in his gut and Mercutio cried out in agony.

"STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" called a voice from behind them.

Policemen tackled Henry to the ground. Then, two more came and took Hal and Mercutio away.

"YOU SCUM! YOU DISGUST ME, HAL! I DISOWN YOU!" Henry IV yelled as policemen held him down. "I DISOWN YOU!"

As the policemen carried Hal away, a tear trickled down the boy's face.

"I love you, Father," he whispered. "Why do you hurt me like this? Don't you love me?"

"HERMIA!" Juliet yelled, as Benvolio, Romeo and the rest of the neighbourhood came running down towards them. She clutched her cousin tightly when she reached her. "Are you ok? Are you hurt? You didn't fight, did you?"

"I'm fine. I didn't fight," Hermia responded, looking around at the scene before them of policemen, ambulances and injured teenagers. "I hid and watched in the bushes."

Tybalt grabbed Hermia by the shoulders. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" he yelled in her face. "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"

"Tybalt, I'm fine! I didn't fight! I hid and watched in the bushes!"

"Thank God!" Tybalt cried in relief, hugging his younger sister tightly. "I was worried about you! Dad was too! He's had to cancel his tour around Australia to come and see you! He's on a plane right now!"

Hermia was surprised, and hugged her brother back. She knew he cared, really, and was touched and worried about both him and their father. She hadn't seen their dad in a long time. What would he say when he saw her?

She turned when she felt Tybalt move away, and gasped when he ran up and smacked Geoffrey straight in the face with his fist.

"YOU!" he seethed. "YOU ENCOURAGED HER TO DO THIS!"

Geoffrey blinked, unnerved. "She came of her own accord," he stated simply, shrugging his shoulders. "I did nothing."

Tybalt punched him again. "LIAR!" he yelled, "YOU LIAR! SNAKE!"

Hermia ran up and tried to pull him away. "Tybalt, no! Let him go! He did nothing with my coming here, I swear! Leave him alone!"

Tybalt punched Geoffrey again, and then stepped back. "You're lucky I've let you off now…" he hissed. "But if you ever come near my sister again, I swear I'll kill you at the first chance I get."

He turned and headed back to Juliet, who stood with Romeo and Benvolio.

Hermia ran forward to help Geoffrey up. "I'm sorry, Geoff!" she cried. "I didn't want you to get in trouble for me!"

She tried to help him up, but he pushed her away. "I don't associate myself with liars," he said, getting up and walking away.

"Geoff! I didn't lie about anything!" Hermia yelled, running after him. She clutched his arm and he stopped. "Please! Don't go! I didn't want to get you in trouble!"

Geoffrey turned around, his face cold and emotionless. "I thought I could trust you…" he said. "I thought, for once in my life, I could finally trust someone. But I guess I was wrong again. As always."

"I haven't told anyone about what you told me! I haven't!"

"I know that. But you've still betrayed me. Betrayed all of us. You, Richard, Edmund and Loki. You ratted in on our plan and now we're going to be arrested for it, no doubt."

"I couldn't let you kill someone!"

"You've betrayed me."

Tears were starting to spill down Hermia's face. "Geoff! How can you say that?! I thought you liked me! I thought you and I were friends! I-I love you!"

"I thought we were friends too. You were kind to me, and I thank you for it. But you've betrayed the Gang."

"I stood up for justice! I stood up for what was right! So did Richard and Edmund! Loki, I don't know, but the others did! How can I be out casted by you and called 'betrayer' like that when I did the right thing?! You could have killed him, and then you would have been in a much deeper situation than you are now! We did you all a favour!"

"…You still betrayed me."

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, GEOFFREY, ISN'T ANYTHING GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!"

Geoffrey was surprised at that outburst. He raised an eyebrow, amused, smiling.

"WIPE THAT F*CKING SMILE OFF YOUR FACE AND LISTEN TO ME PROPERLY!"

The smile vanished.

"Standing up for yourself, now are you? Finally!"

Hermia slapped him hard around the face. She stared at him coldly before aiming for his face again. However, this time, Geoffrey caught her wrist before she could hit him. He smiled.

"I like a girl with spirit."

Hermia opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but Geoffrey silenced her with a kiss. He pulled her closer and held her firmly in his arms. Hermia was stunned, but clung onto his shirt tightly. He then pulled away.

"If you love me, Hermia, do what Twatbalt says and stay away from me. Please."

"You know that's not possible…"

Geoffrey smirked. "I know. But you'll have to resist my good lucks for awhile, I'm afraid."

Hermia smiled.

"I'll wait."

"Oh, I know you will."

"I love you."

"I know you do."

Just then, several policemen came running in and grabbed Geoffrey by the arm. "You have to come with us, son," one said.

"What about her?" Geoffrey asked.

"We know she's done nothing wrong, but she's a witness, so she'll have to come too."

"Hurt her and you're dead," Geoffrey growled.

"Relax, son! We won't harm the lady."

"You better not."

One policeman turned to Hermia. "He your boyfriend or somethin'?"

Hermia blushed. "I suppose so. I think we've just hitched, actually."

"How romantic," one policeman commented, rolling his eyes. "This is how you hitch with a girl, son? Classic. Real sweet."

"Shut it," Geoffrey growled.

"Relax, kid."

As teenagers with arrested or taken to hospital, more and more people came to watch and gather round in shock and horror. A reporter even came down to comment on the event.

"So, who started the fight?" he asked, shoving the microphone in Richard's face.

"I don't know."

"But you were here when it started, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"OI! LEAVE MY BOY ALONE!"

The Duke of York came striding down and moved Richard away from the TV crew.

"Leave my son alone!"

"Ah, the Duke of York! What do you have to say on the matter?"

"I said, 'leave my boy alone'!"

"We just want to ask a few questions, that's a-"

"For Christ's sake, it's the middle of the night! Don't you have anything better to do than pester kids who have just witnessed or been in a fight?!"

"Frankly, Sir, no we don't."

"HA!"

"Sir, we just want to-"

"GET LOST!"

Placing his hands on Gloucester's shoulders, the Duke of York led his son away, muttering swearwords under his breath.

"What's happenin' out there, George?"

George turned from the window to face Lennie, who sat crossed legged on his bedroom floor.

"A fight, by the looks of it, Lennie. Now go back to sleep."

He turned back round to look out the window again.

"I don't like fights."

"Neither do I."

"Why are they fightin'?"

"I don't know."

"… Is it 'cause of me?"

Surprised, George turned to face him. He shook his head. "No. It's not because of you, Lennie."

"Then why are they fightin'?"

"I don't know, Lennie!"

"… I'm scared, George."

"There's no need to be scared. I'm here. Aunt Clara's asleep down the corridor. We're fine."

"What if they come for us, though?"

"They won't. OK?"

Lennie nodded.

"Now go back to sleep, Lennie."

Dutifully, Lennie lay down on the ground and closed his eyes. George looked at him, then back out the window, before sighing and shaking his head.

"Poor bastard. It is about you. It's about you, me and everybody else in this whole damn neighbourhood…"

He stepped away from the window and lay down next to Lennie, using his pillow to support his head. He closed his eyes.

Silence…

Then.

"Tell me about the rabbits again, George."

"Uugghhh.. Again?"

"YES!"

"OK, but be quiet. We're gonna have a little place…"

"Breaking news! Live from Lancaster Area, a fight has occurred, leading to many being arrested and many injured."

"Tom, what caused the fight to happen?" a man inside a studio asked.

"I don't know, Matt," the reporter replied. "But it's believed to have been caused by the House of York."

Henry Tudor, who sat in the lounge reading his Uncle Jasper's Playboy magazines, sat up straight.

"Edward of York is believed to have lead the fight. His brothers, Edmund of Rutland and Richard of Gloucester, apparently told Lord Warwick about the fray before it happened, averting any sudden deaths."

"They knew, Tom?"

"Yes. And it seems Edward hasn't taken about this 'betrayal' too kindly."

"Really?"

"Yes, Matt. For the time being, York is going downhill."

A slow, evil smile grew on Tudor's face.

"Oh, Mother!" he called in a singsong voice. "Look at what Richard and the House of York's done now!"