Two weeks into college and now I'm stuffed up to my tonsils in deadlines and shit. Anyway, if you've been longing for the fight between Justin and Millicent, then you've waited long enough. Enjoy!

WARNING: I'VE LOST COUNT OF HOW OFTEN I'VE USED THE WORD 'CROTCH' IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU GET OFFENDED, GO TO THIS WEBSITE CALLED ENCYCLOPEDIA DRAMATICA AND GO TO THE PAGE OFFENDED. I DARE YA.

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Not So Epic Battle

"Um, Millicent," Justin sheepishly greeted Millicent. "Pleased to meet ya, heheh!"

Millicent scowled. "Oh don't give me your shit, ya conniving little wanker!" he snarled. "Everyone thinks I'm a freak thanks to you!"

"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about," Justin lied.

"YOU DO TOO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" Millicent roared. "YOU TOLD TRENT YOU WERE WASHING MY LAUNDRY AND THAT THERE WAS SHIT IN IT AND I GOT BANNED FOR LIFE FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM! YOU ASSHOLE! I NEVER USE THE BLOODY LAUNDRY ROOM! I HAVE MY OWN FUCKING WASHER-DRYER-COMBO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

"If you have your own washer-dryer-combo then why would you care that you are barred from the laundry room?" Justin wondered.

"IT'S THE BEST PLACE TO MASTURBATE YOU RETARD!" Millicent bellowed.

"Okay… I probably shouldn't have asked that question," said Justin. Millicent spat on Justin, much to the model's horror, and unveiled a knife.

"Alright Justin!" he hissed. "I am going to kill you! I'd get up and start running for my miserable life if I were you!"

"What's the point in living anymore?!" sobbed Justin. Millicent looked at the model as if he were a pathetic eejit.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?!" Millicent demanded.

"You spat on my beautiful lips!" wailed Justin. "Go ahead and kill me! I have nothing to live for now thanks to you!"

"Okay," said Millicent, shrugging. He went over to Justin and raised the knife. But just before he could bring down the knife and jam it into Justin's temple, the intern felt pain in his crotch.

Justin punched Millicent in the balls. The intern keeled over and clutched his crotch. Sadly, he forgot he was still holding a knife in his right hand, so now he has a smarting pain in his testes. Ouch.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" screamed Millicent. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY KIWIS! THEY'RE BLEEDING!"

"Eh, you were the one that stabbed them," Justin snickered.

"THAT'S COS YOU PUNCHED THEM AND THIS PROMPTED ME TO STAB MYSELF IN THE NUTS YOU STUPID IDIOT!" howled Millicent. He calmed down and said: "You know what? I'm not gonna kill you. I'M GONNA KILL YOUR FAMILY INSTEAD!" he cackled maniacally.

"Go ahead," said Justin, shrugging. "Ever since that stupid hag of a mom kicked me out of the house, I've stopped caring for my family anyway." It was not a lie. No fooling. Justin never cared for anyone but himself. So why would he care if every member of his family was brutally killed?

"Oh," said Millicent. It was clear from the expression on his face that he was disappointed. "Well then I'm just going to have to kill you anyway," he said. "But since you have nothing left to live for, you might as well go on and put up a fight."

"Just get it over with, will ya," Justin ushered. "I'm bored already."

"Jesus, you are a right pansy, you know that, right?" Millicent jeered. "No wonder your life is over now that your modelling career is down the toilet. It just goes to show how worthless you are. Is this why your parents hate you now? I guess I might as well let you live; considering I'd be doing you a favour if I killed you, no matter how longer and brutal your death will be. I'm just going to let you drown in the pain and humiliation of being a nothing for the rest of your life." The intern turned away and headed towards the streets. "Meanwhile, I'm going to go to the hospital and get that knife removed from my crotch," he added, "ow." Just as the intern had staggered a few paces he found himself pushed to the ground. The knife went deeper up the wound.

The horrified intern looked up and stared at Justin's livid face. The male model proceeded to kick the intern.

"DON'T (kick) YOU (kick) EVER (kick) CALL (kick) ME (kick) A (kick) NOTHING (kick) EVER (kick) AGAIN!" bellowed Justin. "I HAVE MORE PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE SO YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO BE MOCKING ME, YOU GODDAMN PRICK!" Justin pounced on the intern to further emphasise how serious and pissed off he was at the intern. However, Millicent managed to gain enough strength to shoot up from the ground and knock his opponent off in the process.

He removed the knife from his nether regions – and tried to suppress the additional pain – and lunged for Justin. He held the model down. But before he could stab Justin, Justin rolled over and was now on top of Millicent. He punched Millicent in the face and was just about to snatch the knife out of the intern's hand when Millicent punched Justin back and right in the neck. Because he used all his might, Millicent had Justin flown over a few feet before hitting the ground. Thankfully the punch had no impact on Justin's ability to breathe, speak or control his body. It was still sore though, and Justin could not find the strength to pick himself up off the footpath immediately.

Millicent got up and walked calmly over to Justin's body – he was still crippled by the immense pain coming from his crotch. He continued to march over to Justin's body until he was right above the model. Millicent knelt down over Justin's stomach.

"I guess I was wrong!" hissed Millicent, as he held the knife under Justin's jaw. "I guess you really do have the balls to fight! It's a shame really, now that you won't be able to bask in the glory of having proven to yourself what a man you truly are… not that I consider you a man. It was nice knowing you, Justin… NOT!" And so Millicent raised the knife. Justin struggled to force a muscle to respond so he can get Millicent off of him before it is too late. It wasn't working.

Millicent was going to kill him.

Before everything cut to black, Millicent was pulled away and thrown a few metres away from the model.

"NOBODY GETS TO LAY A HAND ON MY JUSTIN-POO!" roared Owen. He picked up Millicent and stuffed the intern head-first down his mouth. A few seconds later, Owen didn't feel too well, and barfed Millicent out. Millicent looked up at Owen in sheer horror.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" demanded Millicent. "What are ya?! Some kinda freak?!" The intern got up and stomped away, mouthing bad things about Owen and Justin. Owen went over to Justin and scooped him up in his arms.

"It's okay, baby!" gasped Owen. "Daddy is here!"

What Owen just said was enough to cause poor Justin to faint. Owen, assuming the model dosed off to sleep, simply shrugged and carried Justin back to the apartment.

Well that was quite an epic fight… actually most fights on fan fiction stories would generally last longer, but there were a few funny bits in between. There were also a few disturbing bits in between as well, *evil smile*.

Now you may think there is no cliff-hanger for this chapter, right? Wrong! Something totally out of the blue is going to happen in the next chapter, so beware!

Until next time!