A/N: Well, I promised someone I'd get this out before New Years, and here it is! Surprisingly, I actually like this one. My 3-chapter streak of dislike is finally at an end. :P Just so you know, I was thinking that the console they were using was an Xbox 360. It could have been a Play Station, but I don't play those and have no idea how they're set up. But that's why I chose not to say that directly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avenged Sevenfold. They are the complete proud owners of themselves, and their music. Nor do I own Call of Duty, Gears of War, or Halo, which belong to Treyarch/Infinity Ward and Activision, Epic Games, and Bungie, respectively.

Natural Born Killer

"So what game are we playing?"

Matt looked up at his friend Jimmy, who plopped onto the couch beside him.

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me."

"You should play Call of Duty!" They both turned toward the kitchen, where a tall, tanned male with spiked dark brown hair stood with a bottle of beer. Beside him, a shorter, paler man with glossy black hair leaned against the counter.

"Brian," Matt groaned, referring to the first man, "We always play Call of Duty."

"So?" he retorted, "We always manage to have fun, too."

The shorter male beside him chuckled and received a glare from Matt. "You aren't helping, Zacky."

Before Zacky had a chance to defend himself, Jimmy cut in, "No, man. I'm game."

Matt sighed, "Fine. We can play Call of Duty."

The other three cheered, drawing a small smile from Matt. He quickly started up the game and handed Jimmy a controller. After taking his seat again he realized something.

"Where's Johnny?"

"He's out doing errands," Zack called out, "Said he'd be over soon."

Brian snorted, "He literally said errands?"

"Something like that, yeah," Zacky shrugged.

Jimmy cackled as the TV's screen divided into two parts, signaling that the match was starting. Matt straightened his posture and wet his lips in anticipation. He often complained about their constant playing of the game, but he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him. Brian's words were true; they did have fun.

The match started off fine. Jimmy got the first kill, sneaking up on a camping player and quick-scoping with his sniper rifle to get a one-shot kill. He smirked in satisfaction at that. He was very good at sniping. In fact, Matt had once had the misfortune of being on the opposite team while Jimmy was sniping. After that match, he practically demanded that Jimmy always be on his team.

As the match progressed, Jimmy's kills stacked up. Matt growled when he looked at the scores and saw that he had only three kills. Two minutes later, the match ended, showing Jimmy's last kill. Some random enemy player was running by his hiding place and he took aim. The kill-screen slowed down as the cross-hairs lined up perfectly with the players head. A shot rang out, sending an explosion of blood in every direction. The ending scores then appeared on the screen, showing that Jimmy had gotten twenty-nine kills and two deaths.

Brian and Zacky cheered at his triumph, but Matt scowled. Wanting to try something, he backed out of the game and went back to the console's dashboard.

"Let's play some Gears of War now."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. They both knew he had never played the game before, so Matt quickly explained the controls. Just as he finished, the door opened and a short man with a large mohawk walked into the living room. He was carrying a plastic grocery bag filled with what looked like snacks.

"It's Johnny-boy!" Brian exclaimed, wasting no time in taking his bags. He took out the contents, smiling widely when he saw chips and salsa.

Johnny grinned and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for himself. There was never a shortage of it at Matt's house.

Jimmy impatiently grabbed Matt's controller and started up the multiplayer. Matt chuckled and snatched it back. Then he started up a match and went over the controls again as it loaded.

Soon the match was in session and Matt was killing left and right. Jimmy seemed to be struggling to figure out how to play, and Matt savored the temporary dominance he held. After dying three times without killing anyone, Jimmy got the hang of the controls. He walked up behind an unsuspecting player and used his chainsaw lancer to tear him in half. Jimmy chortled at the bloody remains and continued, killing at least ten more people before the match was over. Matt stared blankly at the screen for a few moments then blinked a few times.

"How are you so good at this?"

The others stifled laughter as he went to the console's dashboard again and stormed over to find another game.

"Halo this time," he said darkly.

Jimmy saluted him, "Yes, sir!"

Matt quickly started up another match, eager to win this silent, unofficial feud.

As always, Jimmy annihilated the match. Matt had picked a setting with no teams; a free-for-all, and it seemed like every two seconds he was either stabbed by some random player, or sniped by Jimmy. By the end of the match, he was fuming.

Jimmy shuffled next to him, looking innocently at him from under his batting eyelashes.

"You...you are-"

Johnny interrupted Matt, "A natural born killer!"

The other two laughed in agreement. Matt sighed, releasing his anger. "That you are," he confirmed slowly.

Jimmy set his controller down, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

Matt chuckled, "I suppose so. Just go easier on me the next time we play, okay?"

"No can do, man!" Jimmy cackled.

Matt groaned. Why did he put up with this?