IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN BY HUGOANDMENDGIO!

Seth was breathing hard. He was a good runner, but he rarely had to keep this kind of speed over such a huge distance. He could feel himself slowing down. He could taste iron in the back of his throat.

"They're too fast, there's too many of them! I won't make it!" he called out.

He was carrying too much gear. He dropped what he could, but too much was tied to his body. It wasn't helping enough. Soon the only remaining thing he could lose without slowing down was his long spear. For a second, he considered letting it go. But there was no escaping this foe. He was not going down without a weapon in his hand.

Desperately, he turned from the path. Branches snapped underfoot, and he had to duck around the brush. It was the wrong move. The foliage slowed him down but did nothing to deter his pursuers. He felt an arm just brush his back. This was it.

In a flurry of white and silver, he was tackled. A moment later, he was pinned on his back, glaring up at Bracken, who was grinning down at him with unmistakable malice. They stayed like that for a second or two, chests heaving, trying to regain their breath.

"As long as the others are safe…" Seth muttered to himself.

Bracken raised a knife. It was crude, dull. It was going to hurt. He prepared himself for the final blow. This was it, this was really the–

"CUT!" Warren called.

Bracken collapsed next to Seth. Warren let out a big cheer. They all had a good laugh.

"This is IT FOLKS!" shouted Warren, "SEND THIS TO PRINT!"

Seth looked anxiously over Warren's shoulder as he finished burning the disc.

"Relax, man," Warren said, "I know how to burn a DVD."

"Dude, you wrecked three normal ones last week. This one's important." Seth replied.

"I'm perfectly aware of my past failures," Warren said.

Warren had been burning DVDs of Lost for Newel and Doren for over a month. The satyrs had acquired an impressive TV setup following the battle of Zzyzx, but one major component was missing: streaming platforms. They had the best cable package money could buy, but for the most part, they could only watch what the stations decided to program. Eventually, Doren had come across a rerun of Lost and had flatly refused to talk about anything else until someone found him a way to watch more. Seth had been too young to enjoy anything other than cartoons when the show first aired, so he hadn't seen it. He didn't understand the hype, really. But it was entertaining to hear the satyr's harebrained theories about what was going on.

Newel and Doren had been one season away from the big finish when Warren had approached him.

"So, you know how Lost ends, right?"

"I googled it. Couldn't figure it out though."

"Right. Nobody could. It kind of sucked."

"Newel and Doren are gonna be raging about it for weeks."

"Want to make them rage even harder?"

The plan had quickly fallen into place. It only took them about a week to write a script, and plan out when they could shoot it, and recruit Bracken as a spare actor. Make an ending–a new, homespun, two idiots with a camera ending–and edit into the final episode. Burn it onto the DVD like regular. It sounded like a lot of work for a pretty dumb prank, but Newel and Doren had been talking of nothing but Lost since the moment they saw their first episode. They'd placed enormous bets on the last episode. Doren had implied that watching that series finale was going to be the absolute highlight in his centuries of existence.

Ruining it was going to be on a whole other level.

The disc finished burning and Warren pulled it out from his DVD drive. He carefully placed it inside a trifold CD case, alongside discs holding the rest of the episodes from the season. Other than the handwritten numbers dictating the order the discs should be played, they were identical. Warren and Seth couldn't stop giggling as they walked to Newel and Doren's hideout to deliver the discs.

It was about eight the next morning when Warren and Seth left the yard. Both grumbled about the hour, but Tanu had asked them to retrieve a plant that wouldn't bloom after a certain hour of the day. Not long after they set out, they heard a scream. Two screams. Grinning, the boys looked at each other.

"Run," was all Warren said.

Seth started running. It was only a minute or two before he was running out of breath, tasting iron, slowing down. Only, this time it was real, and Satyrs are much faster than Bracken ever was.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Doren shouted, diving into the ground and taking Seth down with him. He laid into Seth, running through an impressive list of profanities and slapping his face. Once he was free of Newel, Warren actually had to rescue Seth.

Eventually, they surrendered the unaltered version of the finale episode. Even so, it was weeks before they were able to leave the house without getting beaten up by disgruntled satyrs.

A/N: AGAIN! This amazing work was written by hugoandmendgio! Please give her tons of love!