Madianna- Thank you for your lovely review! York is now very vulnerable! Tudor shall probably sieze the moment and take over the school!

ComedyMonarchy- Nobody has been murdered...yet.

YorkistGirl: Good thing, indeed! We wouldn't want Richard to be trouble, would we now? :-)

I'm sorry you've had to wait so long for this chapter! I hope it makes up for it!

P.S: I hope that FF hasn't messed up any of the words or punctuation. It does that when you upload documents and chapters! It's so annoying! If there are any "messes" then, please, let me know!

Enjoy!

"Edward of York, I arrest you and your brother, George, Duke of Clarence, for the attempted murder of Prince Edward of Lancaster- also known as Edouard. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can, and will be held against you as evidence."

"I'd like Elizabeth Woodville held against me please," Ned said, giggling.

"Very funny," the policeman said, strapping the cuffs on Ned's hands. Another policeman then did the same to Clarence, who looked pale. "Into the car, boys."

The boys were pushed into the car and the door slammed shut. From the lounge window, Richard watched with Edmund as their brothers were driven away. Edmund had tears streaming down his face, though he was trying to hide them. Richard looked pained. He always knew that Edward and Clarence caused trouble, but he never thought they'd go this low: killing someone, even if it was Edouard, was disgusting. Why would they have seriously considered doing such a thing?

"They could be in prison for the rest of their lives," Edmund whispered. "They could be found guilty and have a life sentence. Why did they do it, Dickon? Why?"

"They were so thirsty for revenge…" Richard replied. "Even though they hadn't been bullied. I stood up for Lennie in school, but I didn't try to murder his bully as revenge. That's not right."

The two outcasts continued to stare out after the car, even though it was long gone. They stared until the Duke of York had to pull them away for dinner.

Why had they done it?

"Well, this is fun," Clarence commented from his cell, bored. Edward sat in a cell opposite him, a hand resting on his chin as he sat in deep thought.

"I wonder what the others are doing?" Ned pondered.

"Probably celebrating our absence, no doubt," Clarence sulked.

"Correct," Geoffrey responded. He lay back on his bench, hands behind his head, grinning. "My father will be over the moon. So will Johnny."

"Dickon will probably be crying," Clarence said.

"Who?" Ned asked sarcastically. "What did you say?"

"Oh, come on, Ned! Don't be such a drama queen! Dickon! And Edmund!"

"Don't know them, don't care!"

"Wuss."

From his opposite cell, Valmont played with a pack of cards, bored as well. "If my aunt were here, she would kill me by nagging," he stated.

"Your aunt?"

"Yes, my aunt: Madame de Rosemonde. Very wealthy lady. I'm her heir, seeing as she has no children of her own." He turned his face upwards to look at them. "I pity her, really. Stuck with me."

"Who wouldn't?" Clarence scoffed.

"She dotes on me, actually. Because I'm so polite to her and all. Never complain, help charities, host dinner parties-"

"Host dinner parties?" Ned interrupted rudely.

"Yes. She has a large mansion. I live there from time to time."

"From time to time?"

"Sometimes I… move about a lot."

"Oh."

"Business negotiations and all."

"I know how that feels," Ned murmured, sulking.

Clarence laughed. "What business negotiations! Ned, you never do anything like that! You're always skiving off work and coming to school and parties! You've never worked a day in your life!"

"Sod off, Clarence!"

"Anyway…" Geoff interrupted the squabble by slamming his hand on the jail bars. "Why don't we do something to entertain ourselves before we die of boredom in here?"

"Too late," Valmont said, still playing with his pack of cards.

"Where did you get those cards?" Ned asked. "We were stripped of our possessions when we came in here!"

Valmont stood up and went to the wall opposite his bench. He lifted up several loose bricks, revealing a stash of jewels, money and various other items.

"Found them in here," he said.

"WOAH!" Clarence yelled. "MONEY!"

Ned slammed his hand on the jail bars, like Geoffrey had done. "CLARENCE!" he shouted. "SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT THE WHOLE PLACE TO KNOW?!"

"Uh, Ned, they already know because you're shouting!" Clarence yelled back.

"They're also watching us with cameras," Geoffrey stated, laying down on his bench.

"EWW! PERVS!" Ned shouted, giggling. "YOU HERE THAT, COPS?! YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF PERVS!"

"Make that a bunch and one," Valmont smirked.

"You're all disgusting!" Thor called from down the corridor.

"Shut it, Thor!" Clarence yelled.

"Make me!"

"Fine, I will!"

"Bring it on!"

"Of course!"

"Hit me with your best shot!"

"Dun, dun, dun, dunn!" Ned sang.

"SHUT UP, NED!" everyone yelled.

"Come on! Come on!" Banquo urged as he and Macbeth sat in Macbeth's lounge. The two were playing Mario Kart on the Wii. They were also shoving pretzels into their mouths at the same time. "Come on!"

Yoshi zoomed across the finish line. Banquo cheered. Macbeth pouted.

"You only won because I let you," Macbeth sulked, shoving another handful of pretzels into his mouth. Banquo laughed.

"It was prophesised!" he joked. "WOOOOO! WOOOOO!" Banquo imitated a ghost and waved his arms around. "I prophesise that Macbeth will give me all of his ice-cream from the freezer!"

Macbeth pushed him away. "And I prophesise that Banquo will get a punch in the face if he doesn't shut up!"

"Oooh! Bring it!"

The two started pushing and shoving one another. Banquo pinned Macbeth onto the floor and sat on him, cheering. "I win again! I'm awesome at everything!"

"You're rubbish at football!" Macbeth complained from underneath him.

"Well, that's because you always hog the ball!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Shut up!

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you-"

DING DONG!

The two looked up as the doorbell rang, shocked. Banquo leapt up in an instant. He ran out of the room and skidded to a halt as he approached the door. Macbeth ran along behind him and collided into the wall. Banquo opened the door and he and Macbeth gasped.

On the floor, in a bloody mess, lay Hal and Richard.

Richard had an open wound on his back, Hal had one on his head. Bits of glass stuck out of their bodies, and a large pool of blood surrounded them both.

"Call 999!" Banquo yelled. "Get the ambulance and the police! Quickly, Macbeth!"

Macbeth quickly ran inside. He skidded into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.

Banquo stepped outside, looking for any signs of an attacker. By the looks of it, both Hal and Richard were unconscious, so who'd rang the doorbell? He knelt beside the two teens and grabbed each of their hands. "Jesus…" he murmured. "What happened to you two?"

The ambulance came, along with the police, about twenty minutes later. Hal and Richard were taken away, and Macbeth and Banquo went along with the police to tell them what had happened.

Everyone was asleep. Ned snored loudly on his bench, as did Clarence. Valmont lay on his side, curled up. Geoff lay on the floor and Thor's snores could be heard echoing down the corridor.

Lifting up his hands, Loki stood outside the prison, hidden from sight. He chanted something under his breath and he disappeared. Now invisible, he created a ball of fire, which glowed green in his hands, and threw it through the open window. He then created a large hole with the flick of his hand and jumped down through it. Using another ball of fire to navigate his way around in the dark, he climbed up into his brother's cell. Flicking the ball away with another simple flick of the hand, Loki approached his brother's sleeping form.

He could kill his brother right here if he wanted to. He could kill him, make it look like suicide, and nobody would know that he'd done it. He'd be his father's beloved one instead: his heir.

But he'd know. Odin always knew what Loki was doing. He'd exile him here; execute him, maybe, for killing the heir to the throne- the beloved Thor.

Loki couldn't do it now, but someday, he might. When his hatred for his brother would overpower him, then he might do it.

But right now, he cared for Thor, and his own reputation, too much to hurt him. He loved his brother. Even though Thor was the heir, and the most loved and talented of the two, he still loved him.

He just didn't understand why Odin favored him so much. What did Thor have that Loki didn't? Strength, Loki knew he lacked, but he was smart, cunning and always considered the best outcome for Asgard in every situation, instead of just acting on impulse and fighting, like Thor always did.

What was wrong with him? Why didn't Odin like Loki as much as Thor? They're both his sons. What did Thor have that Odin liked? Could Loki get it? Could he make himself better in their father's eyes? What could he do? What should he do?

A strong smell of smoke filled the air. The crackling of fire could be seen and heard down the corridor. He had to get Thor out. He could easily quench the flames if he wanted to; he had the magic skills. He could end this right now. Stop any sudden deaths or disasters…

But Loki didn't want to. It was his chance to be a hero, to get the respect that he'd always been denied, the love he'd always been denied, and if that meant that a few people had to die, even if they were his "friends," then so be it.

It was a chance to be seen as an equal to his brother in his father's eyes.

To be named heir and successor and ruler of Asgard. A chance to be a King.

Who'd waste that chance?

He wouldn't.

"Thor!" he hissed, shaking the older teen awake. "Thor!"

Thor grumbled in his sleep. "Five more minutes, Mother…" he mumbled. Loki rolled his eyes. Thor was such a lazy oaf.

"THOR! WAKE UP! SOMEONE'S STOLEN MJÖLNIR!"

At once, Thor sat up, yelling. He leapt out of bed and stood, growling. "Who dares to steal the hammer of Thor?!" he yelled. "He shall be disemboweled and quartered and a red hot poker shoved up his-"

"THOR!" Loki shouted, making his brother jump. "We have to go!"

"Loki?" Thor murmured in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from burning to a crisp and getting you out of jail, that's what I'm doing here!"

"I thought you hated me, Loki?"

"Now's really not the time, Thor!"

"But-"

"Come on! We have to get the others out!"

Thor shook his head in confusion. "But, Loki-"

"Thor, listen to me! There's a fire in the station!"

"What?"

"THERE'S A FIRE IN THE STATION!"

"WHAT?!" Clarence yelled, sitting up straight. "A FIRE?!"

"YES! LOOK!" Loki materialized outside Clarence's cell and pointed to the crackling flames that were getting closer and closer to them. "WE HAVE TO GO!"

Clarence shook Ned awake. "Ned! Ned! Wake up!"

"I don't wanna go to school, Mummy!" Ned protested in his sleep. Clarence rolled his eyes.

"NED! EDOUARD'S GOING OUT WITH ELIZABETH WOODVILLE!" he yelled in Ned's ear.

"WHAT?!" Ned screamed, bolting upwards, his hair messy and stood up. "I"LL KILL THAT BASTARD FOR TOUCHING MY WOMAN!"

"So you ARE going out with her! I knew it!" Clarence grinned triumphantly.

Edward gave a sly grin, now properly awake. "Oh, much more than that, Clarence. Much, much more…"

Clarence frowned, and opened his mouth to reply, when a large explosion blew off the wall of the low corridor. The two sons of York stared wide-eyed at the explosion, jumped at the noise, and Clarence started to cry.

"I'm stuck in here!" he sobbed. "I'm going to die! I'll never see Isabel again!"

"I'll die too, you know!" Edward shouted over the crackling of the fire and various explosions. "I'll never get to see Bess again! Or my children!"

"Your what?!" Clarence screeched, and he was cut off again as another, closer explosion echoed in their ears and blew off another wall. Geoffrey and Valmont now sat up, wide awake, eyes wide and terrified.

"What's going on?" Geoffrey yelled. "Who started this fire?"

"No clue, Sherlock!" Ned yelled, coughing and trying to rub his watering eyes. "Loki told us that there was a fire! He's come to get us out!"

"Loki, you'll get yourself killed!" Thor shouted, tears in his eyes. "Go! Run! Get help!"

Another explosion echoed throughout the station. Policemen came running past, and the shouts of other inmates could be heard screaming down the corridor for help.

"Policeman!" Ned yelled. He gripped a bar, scalding hot in the heat, and coughed loudly, clutching his chest. "Help us! I'm Ed-"

His sentence was cut off as an even larger explosion echoed and shook the station. It was right nest to his cell. Edward fell down, and so did some of the bars, and he screamed in agony as his foot was trapped under the rubble.

"I am Edward Plantagenet, Earl of March! Heir to York!" he screamed. "Get me out!"

"I am George Plantagenet!" Clarence cried. "I am the Duke of Clarence, his brother! Get us out! Get us and our friends out of here!"

The policeman started in shock and ran. Edward coughed and screamed after him: "I am the Duke of York's eldest son! Heir to the House of York! I am-"

The roof collapsed on top of him.

"EDWARD!" Clarence yelled, tears running down his face. "NO!"

Clarence watched helplessly as his brother submerged underneath more and more rubble. He held out his hand, trying to reach him beyond the scalding bars, tears streaming down his face in terror, fear, anguish and agony.

He looked up towards Loki. "Please…" he whispered. "Help my brother."

Loki's eyes were full of fear and terror. He started down at the rubble where Ned had been buried, and then looked down at his hands. What had he done?

Then he remembered what he'd just thought earlier:

"It was his chance to be a hero, to get the respect that he'd always been denied, the love he'd always been denied, and if that meant that a few people had to die, even if they were his "friends," then so be it."

Good God, he really was a monster…

Clarence lay passed out on the floor, collapsed from inhaling so much smoke. Valmont curled up and tried to breathe. Geoffrey just sat there, smiling like a loon. No one would miss him: that was for sure. "More of a reason for Johnny and Father to celebrate," he whispered before closing his eyes, sighing.

Loki materialized again and looked down. Thor was reaching towards him, trying to grab hold of any part of Loki's clothing that he could reach. There were tears in his eyes. "Loki…" he choked. "Brother…"

Then his grip loosened and his body fell completely onto the floor.

Loki wiped away his tears. Why was he crying? If this was his chance to be an equal to Thor, if his brother's death brought him closer to the throne, then so be it.

But the others had nothing to do with this. They were human, mortal, and had a life to live.

Or did they?

Loki remembered that this was also a chance to be a hero, to save lives and be treated equally as well. He could be an heir if this pleased Odin. His father would be proud.

He would, wouldn't he?

The whole place shook, and Loki looked up at the collapsing ceiling, and then back down at the unconscious bodies of his brother.

He could save or kill.

Take lives or save them.

What should he do?

He shook his head. He was Loki! God of Mischief, Chaos and Evil! Why was he concerned with the life of his perfect brother or the mortal humans they associated themselves with! That was weak! And he was strong! Causing suffering was his specialty!

Yet, his feet still hesitated on the floor.

Should he run? Should he help?

What should he do?

What could he do?

Kill or save?

Take lives or save them.

It was now or never, in whatever decision he made.

It was his decision.

Loki's decision and Loki's alone.

Thor…

Father…

Loki…

Help me!