"This could have gone a lot better." Castle muttered.
"You don't say." Beckett replied.
"There is one positive in all of this." Castle piped up, attempting and only somewhat succeeding in giving his trademark grin. "I was sooooo right about the whole evil spirit thing."
Beckett rolled her eyes. Even in the midst of crisis, Castle was still Castle.
"First Weiss, now Pyrrha." Jaune muttered sullenly. The first girl to ever pay any attention to him at all had been killed, and for what? For all that had happened tonight, no one there actually knew just what was picking them off one by one.
"Jaune?" The knight turned to see it was Ren who had spoken, Nora next to him, her armour still on. "Your team needs a leader and you need your team right now."
Jaune let out a sigh. "You're right." He conceded. "Whatever did this needs to pay, and I'll need your help to make sure that happens." The knight extended an armoured hand. "For Pyrrha."
Ren answered his call with a silent hand over his, Nora mimicking him for once.
Ruby sat with the rest of her team, Yang placing a hand on her back to comfort her. "We just left Weiss to those... those things. How could we do that?" the hooded girl sobbed.
"It was hard on all of us." Blake said sadly.
"But we just left her there..." Ruby repeated with a sniffle.
"Ruby," Yang said, gently but firmly "Weiss wouldn't want you to beat yourself up over this. She'd want you to fight for her."
Ruby sniffled a few more times before a sad smile came to her face. "You're right." She muttered. "If Weiss saw me right now she'd probably *sniff* tell me to not be such a dolt and stop crying."
Blake gave the younger girl a small smile. "Then she'd tell you to kick some ass for her."
"Yeah." Ruby said, the look on her face mimicking Blake's. "So come on girls, let's get this thing. For Weiss."
Kratos and Vlad stared each other down, neither one breaking eye contact or saying a word.
Finally, Kratos broke the silence. "Bet I killed more zombies than you."
"Bet you you're wrong." Vlad growled in response.
"Bet you you're a nutcase!"
"Bet you you're a roid freak!"
"Bitch I kill gods!"
Meanwhile, Team EMAD did something none of them ever thought they would do: mourn Pyrrha Nikos. "Can I ask why we're doing this?" Thatch inquired.
"Simple:" Maria responded. "She was a worthy opponent and I should have been the one to defeat her, but not kill her. Tonight we mourn a formidable fighter and a good woman who died before her time."
The team bowed their heads in mourning, giving their leader's worthy rival a moment of silence. Alison put a hand on her partner's shoulder in support. Maria looked down to the quiet girl, but said nothing. This was a serious situation and she wasn't about to get overly emotional in public.
Kurumu was at a loss. Crona was absolutely silent, having not said a word since they arrived at the fight club, only looking at the ground in silence. The murders of the night must have really gotten to him. Kurumu wasn't always the smartest monster ever, but in this case she knew just what Crona needed.
Crona's mind was racing a mile a minute as the events of the night played over in his mind. The image of the killer emotionlessly murdering Ben as he did nothing to stop him... was he really so different from him? He killed people all the time, and never with so much as an ounce of sympathy...
He was brought out of his thoughts by Kurumu gently wrapping her arms around him and softly nuzzling her head into his shoulder. Crona at first, being Crona, went stiff as a board, but after a few seconds, he slowly relaxed into the hug, even going so far as to wrap an arm around the succubus. It was then that he realized he really was different from that killer. He no longer killed for the sake of it, but for a real purpose: to protect those he cared about.
Kurumu's thoughts, on the other hand, were much less serious. Score! She cried out in her head.
The Doctor looked out at all the groups as he sat with his back to a wall. "Why don't I have anyone to talk to?" he wondered aloud.
"So Scarecrow's gone?" Zivon asked, hoping he had heard wrong.
Unfortunately, Young merely nodded in confirmation. "He took Tara down with him though, gave her a real smackdown."
"Her zombies are still here though." DAM muttered, slowly going back into his 'Batman' voice. "And there's still a deranged killer on the loose. Also, we've determined that Vlad doesn't have the fragment. It has to be on the lot somewhere."
"It's probably with either Erwin or Ben." DAM said.
"And the only thing between us and it is a veritable horde of zombies." Said Young "How did she get those anyway?"
"She's a sue author, she can make whatever she wants, regardless of logic." Zivon stated. "And we need to stop her, the killer and the zombies before they leave the lot. This is our problem right now, we need to stop it here before it breaks out."
"Agreed." Said Young "We can't let Scarecrow's sacrifice be in vain."
"So what's the plan?" DAM asked, his voice going full Batman.
Zivon smirked. "You do know where we are, right?"
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It didn't take long for the authors to gather up the guests and march them to one of the lower floors. "Ladies and gentlemen," Zivon announced, throwing open a door he stood next to. "Welcome to the fight club armoury!"
The lights in the room immediately turned on as the door opened, illuminating entire walls worth of blades, guns, armour and more to the now open mouthed guests.
Zivon smirked at them. "Take your pick, because we're going hunting."
Ruby was the first to enter the armoury, immediately picking Commander Shepard's N7 Valiant sniper rifle. She might not have her sweetheart, but having her firepower would definitely help. Pulling up her dark hood, this reaper was ready for a fight.
Blake pounced upon the Cerberus M-25 Hornet and Tanto knife. She debated for a second on whether or not to hold onto her golf club, but decided to keep it in the end. You never knew when a Tiger would need an extra claw.
Yang immediately looked for the biggest gun she could find, eventually settling on the Brute Shot. The brawler cracked a wide grin as she traced the outline of the blade on the gun. This was a perfect Christmas gift for Ruby. Her fury would be fatal with this gun.
Beckett had decided against taking too many more guns, merely supplementing her service pistol with a D 50 Desert Eagle. Why only that? Elementary, my dear, she was untrained in using most other weapons, so it was best to stick to what she knew.
Castle, on the other hand, having not held a weapon the entire night was quite happy with his new Winchester Rifle and Moses Brothers Model B pistol. "Blam said the lady." He said to himself as he loaded both guns.
Kratos looked down at all the guns on display, opting instead to take his own Bow of Apollo and Nemian Cestus. With weapons he knew could kill gods, what could stand in his way? Certainly not peace, of all things.
Kurumu had never been one to use weapons, usually relying on her own natural weapons and abilities to win her the day, but today she decided to break that policy. The succubus had armed herself with several of the Green Goblin's Razor Bats and Pumpkin Bombs. No way in hell anyone could stop her now.
Crona, on the other hand, knew what he wanted and needed as soon as the doors were opened. Picking up a near exact replica of Ragnarok, he tested it for weight and gave a few experimental stabs with it. Then, he did something he'd been hoping to avoid since the beginning of the party: reaching up to his neck, Crona tore off his Cross necklace in one swift movement, Ragnarok immediately emerging from his back. "Oh, finally, what took you so long?" the blood demon demanded.
"Shut up." Crona muttered seriously.
"Holy shit, you actually sound serious."
"I said, shut up." Crona said again "Your Christmas gift from last year is running amok, and you're going to help us kill it."
"Oh yeah?" said Ragnarok, poking an accusing finger in his Meister's face. "And who's gonna make me? You? How do you plan to do that?"
"Simple." Crona said, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "If you don't help, then I'll seal you off again and eat all your candy."
Ragnarok's x-shaped eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "You wouldn't dare."
Crona, putting on his best Yang face said back "Watch me." The demon responded by folding his arms and transforming into his blade forms. Crona swung both blades into a cross in front of his face before pocketing his Cross necklace. Tara could confess her sins all she liked; he'd send her to back hell tonight.
Jaune decided to forgo the guns on this mission, instead opting to take up the arsenal of the Grey Wardens, picking up a Warden's Companion and shield and strapping a Warden's Reach to his back. He thought for a moment before picking up an entire suit of Grey Warden plate armour. There would be no flesh wounds for this knight.
Ren opted for a several different knives and a pair of Shao Kahn's gauntlets to protect his hands. The aura wielding huntsman practiced several punches and kicks before drawing a blade and preparing to throw it. Oh, he was ready for this fight. It was time for the dragon to return.
Nora loaded up her assault rifle and picked up several clips of ammunition before picking up an Imperial War Hammer. It didn't have a grenade launcher, but for defending her best friends, she didn't need one.
Vlad immediately tore off his costume to reveal he was still in his armour beneath it. Walking over to the stand of guns, he picked up a SPAS-12, an Imperial Battleaxe and a set of Red Faction explosives. You REALLY didn't want to find those eggs.
Maria instantly put on a suit of Imperial Armour. It was similar to hers, so it felt rather comfortable. She then went against her own usual style with a Geth Spitfire. It was still a minigun even if it wasn't part of a shield. To address the balance in the end, she picked up an Imperial Shield. Now she was ready for battle.
Francois cast off his overly gaudy cape and picked up a UNSC DMR. It might not turn into a sword, but it definitely had enough power to send those peasants packing.
Alison had decided on a Xing Dao and several different types of bombs. She didn't have time to train all the untrained guests, which was a shame. She could definitely make men of a few of them.
Thatch had first gone to the store of blackpowder and bullets to reload his pistols. They might not be the greatest weapons of all time, but it definitely helped to have them. He then decided on a new traditional pirate weapon: the PKM. "Now you're talking my language." He muttered. It was time for these ghouls to rest in peace.
The Doctor looked at all these weapons before saying "I've never been much of a gunman, so perhaps I'll just stick with this." He said, pulling his Sonic Screwdriver out from beneath his robes.
"You've had that the whole night and you never thought to use it?" Castle asked, incredulous.
"Yes, why?" Eleven replied.
Castle opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it and shook his head as he walked off.
DAM was a happy man. He had slapped a pair of Hidden Blades on his arms complete with pistols and dart launchers. Tonight, he was the night. In which case, people might be mad since this hadn't exactly been a great night... Oh well.
Zivon had taken for himself a Predator Wristblade, and a UNSC M45 Shotgun. Tonight, there would be blood, he thought as he loaded his gun.
Young looked over all the weapons, unable to choose where to start. "Hey Young." The new author turned to see it was Zivon who had spoken. "Take this." HE said, tossing Young a Dragon's Call staff. "The staff should be able to channel your electric powers."
"And if it can't?" Young replied.
"Then I recommend the SCAR Rifle personally." Said Zivon, handing him an assault rifle.
Young nodded. "Thanks."
After arming themselves for the upcoming fight, the guests and hosts met in the lobby of the fight club. "Alright," Said Zivon "Here's the plan: DAM, you'll take a few of the guests and track down the killer. The last thing we need is him getting in the way or killing more of us."
"Got it." Said the historian, his voice still gravelly and deep.
"Young, I need you to take a team to find that page of My Immortal. It needs to be destroyed."
Young nodded gravely.
"As for myself, I'll take a team to investigate Scarecrow's fissure, make sure Tara didn't survive the fall."
"Oh no." Said a new, yet familiar voice. The entire party turned to see that it had come from a bright light in the back of the room, causing many to shield their eyes from the glow. As it began to dim, a figure began to walk out of it. He was dressed in a white robe and carried an ornate white staff, the ensemble being completed by his long, white beard. "If anyone's going back to that hole, it's going to be me." Scarecrow said.
"You're alive!" Young cried out.
"How?" Zivon asked.
"What?" Scarecrow quipped, "You didn't notice who I was dressed as? I wrote a little insurance into my costume."
"How do we know it's really you?" Said Maria, eyes narrowing.
Scarecrow's face became flat. "Are we really going to do this?"
"How can we be sure?" asked Francois.
"Oh," said the Doctor "I've got it!" Stepping forward, he pointed his Sonic Screwdriver at the author in white and activated it, shining a bright light over the author. After a second he said "Well, that really is him."
"Are you satisfied?" Scarecrow asked, bored. There was a collective nod from the guests. "Good, now, as I was saying, you two," he said, pointing at Zivon and DAM "have had plenty of shots at that bitch. It's my turn this time."
"I agree, you've definitely earned it." Said Zivon
"No complaints here." DAM said.
A general murmur of agreement went up from the guests before Scarecrow said "So it's settled. I go after Gilesbie, DAM, you go after the killer, Young, you find and destroy the fragment of the story, and Zivon, you take a team to deal with the zombies."
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It wasn't long before the teams were assembled and DAM had gone out first, his team following closely behind him. Joining him on his hunt for the killer was Beckett, and Castle, the two of them being the most experienced at catching killers. He had also decided, in one of his rare moments of wisdom, that a smaller hunting party would attract less attention.
"Alright," The historian said in his Batman voice. "Here's the plan. The two of you stand right here, in this secluded area, and make out." Castle and Beckett's jaws hit the floor with an audible thud. "You have a problem?"
"Yes!" Hissed Beckett "How the hell does that help us catch a serial killer.
"It's simple," DAM said in his gravelly voice "He's a serial killer, they have a makeout sense."
"Oh, I get it," Said Castle "You're not an idiot, you're just CRAZY! You're making us into bait!"
DAM hoisted Castle up by his collar. "You don't question me! I'm doing you both a favour here, so do as I say!" With that, he threw Castle at Beckett and pulled out his bat-claw, using it to grapple onto a nearby building.
"You alright Castle?" Beckett asked as she held onto him.
"I'll be alright." Castle said, taking her hands. "Although I mean I said before, he really is crazy."
Beckett smirked. "You think?"
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Young crept through the studio lot, staff at the ready should anything attack him. His team consisted of The Doctor to help him scan for the fragment, and Alison Zu and Maria Gaia to help with any zombies they may encounter.
They were making their way to Ben's corpse first, it being the closer of the two bodies that could have the page on it.
The lot was mostly quiet, aside from the moans of the dead and their shuffling if they go too close, and that was how Young wanted to keep it. She had made sure Maria and Alison knew to only use their guns and bombs if absolutely needed. Until it was, Alison's sword took care of any of the dead who got too close.
DAM had told him exactly where Ben had been killed, so unless the body had been moved he was on the right path.
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Scarecrow made his way down to the fissure he had opened, behind him were Crona, Kurumu, Kratos, Vlad and the remains of Team RWBY, all of them standing at the ready. The author in white looked down at the hole he had been dragged into just earlier tonight. His costume had been able to save him, but should it happen again... He preferred not to think about it.
"This is it." He said to the group. "I can feel her down there. She's in the corner, slitting her wrists."
"I don't suppose she can die from that?" Kratos asked.
"Unfortunately no." Scarecrow replied. "She's got as much blood as she needs, and until Young destroys that page, I'm not sure how we can stop her. But until he does, we need to keep her busy." He turned back to the rest of the group. "Crona, could you come here for a second?"
"Uh, okay?" The demon swordsman answered, stepping forward shyly. Scarecrow held out his hand and Crona took it. That was when the light on the end of Scarecrow's staff began to glow, the glow spreading to Crona's body as he began to change shape. "W-what's going on?!" Crona demanded. His body had completely taken on the bright white glow of the staff and had begun to shift, his body growing even thinner and a long, curved blade growing out of just a few seconds, Scarecrow held the long, black scythe that was once Crona. The swordsman's face and torso reflected in the blade of the weapon. "What did you do to me?" he demanded "I don't know how to deal with being a weapon!" It was then that he looked down and remembered that weapons didn't wear anything when in weapon form. "I don't know how to deal with not having clothing! I'm way too skinny, people will see that and ask me questions about that! I don't know how to deal with questions about my body!"
"How could you do this to your own creation?" Demanded Kurumu "He was your character and you – wait, did he say no clothes?" Kurumu said, trailing off as her mind went to places it probably shouldn't.
"Unfortunately yes," Said Scarecrow "And as for why I did it, I need the extra power he and Ragnarok can give me.
As if on cue, Ragnarok burst out of Scarecrow's back. "So, what? I'm supposed to save your sorry ass now?"
"Pretty much." Scarecrow replied. It was then that a familiar scream sounded from within the chasm. "She knows we're here, everyone, get ready!"
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Zivon heard the scream, knowing instantly what it meant. Behind him stood Team JNPR, Thatch Edwards and Francois Delatrois weapons at the ready. They had blocked off the quickest route to Scarecrow, knowing that the zombies would use this way to get to him. It was the only path big enough to get a horde through. They stood in the pavilion, ready for battle as the horde shuffled into view.
Zivon turned to the heavily armoured form of Nora and said "Nora, I need you to get a little angry."
"Okay!" Nora answered, enthusiastically. "I don't know how..."
"I do." Zivon answered, plugging a USB stick into Nora's helmet.
Suddenly, Nora could see and feel the horror that was Tara's stories. Her eyes narrowed and she raised her hammer and charged into the undead masses, swinging wildly and sending zombies flying in every direction. "My name is Nora Valkyrie," she said, smacking three zombies with one swing of her hammer. "and I," smack "hate" smash "TAR!"
"It's Tara you nut!" yelled Thatch.
"That too!" Nora yelled, drawing and firing off her assault rifle.
"Now's our chance!" Zivon cried out "Charge!"
"Vive la roi!" Francois screamed as he opened fire with his DMR.
Jaune let out a war cry as he charged the horde, a massive swing of his Warden's Reach cutting through several of the undead. Ren followed behind him, stabbing the faces of any that survived.
Thatch raised his new PKM and sprayed the dead with hot lead. "Get some!" he shouted.
Zivon fired round after round from his shotgun, tearing the ghouls apart with every shot, using his Predator blades to take down any that got too close, killing them with precise strikes to the face. So far so good. He thought as he fired off another round. But the sooner Young finds that page, the better...
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The killer watched from the shadows as Castle and Beckett supported each other. His couples' sense was never wrong. Creeping ever closer, he silently drew his blade. Sometimes they just made this too easy.
His targets began to get closer as one laughed at something the other said. Their faces got closer and closer, lips just an inch apart. He silently crept out of the shadows, blade raised for the kill.
That's when something slammed into his back, sending him face first into the ground.
DAM hopped off his newest victim and grabbed his head, ready to slam him into the ground and knock him out, but before he could, the killer grabbed his arm and with a mighty tug, pulled him to the ground. DAM quickly rose to his feet, Castle and Beckett breaking apart and drawing their guns. "Don't you dare tell me you didn't enjoy that." DAM growled as they readied for a fight.
The killer rose to his feet and looked at his new prey. He raised his machete as he prepared for the thrill of the kill.
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Tara flew out of the pit with a scream of fury, only for it to become a scream of pain when she was immediately hit by a flaming arrow from Kratos and his bow. It was soon followed by the combined firepower of Team RWBY's new guns, the combination of flames, high power shots and grenades, forcing her back.
The second the fire ceased, Scarecrow leaped into the air, scythe raised for the kill. Tara just managed to dodge it, but when she got closer to the ground she was blown away by Vlad's explosives.
Bluded, hurt nd on fir, TaEnoby git up. Teh flamz wur stil on her, n she gotically hated flams. She scremd at teh preps who hurt her nd her madness in them got bigger. She attacked gen, shooting at teh white robed guy. He really wasn't gottic.
Scarecrow threw up a glowing white barrier to block the shots before calling out "Ragnarok, wings!" suddenly, two massive wings of blood emerged from Scarecrow's back. He took flight, Kurumu following close behind, throwing Pumpkin Bombs at Tara, the spirit screeching in rage with every hit. Scarecrow shouted out "Crona, Screech Alpha!" Crona's image in the blade of the scythe nodded as Scarecrow made a massive swing, a wave of pure power emerging and slamming into Tara like a freight train.
Stil, Tara rised frum teh ground gothicly, and creamed at them before she through a razor at scarecow and flu at tem rwbu
Vlad leapt in the path of the sprit, his face a mask of fury as he caught her mid charge. He didn't hold her for long though, tossing her in the air, she was a perfect target for Kratos to leap up and stab with both of his blades. When he hit the ground, he picked her up, still on his blades and threw her away.
Ebony got up sexily and looked at teh relly meen guys who hurt her.
Scarecrow sighed with exasperation. This was going to be a long fight.
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"It's not here." The Doctor confirmed. "It has to be at the other body"
He and Young rose from their examination of Ben Aparte's corpse. "Alright, we know where the other body is, and the page must be there. We get there, we find it, and we burn it." Young said.
Maria and Alison nodded as they started off towards Erwin's body.
That was when they heard it. A collective moan of the undead. A large group had separated from the rest and now stood between them and Erwin.
"These things can never be easy, can they?" Young muttered.
Maria smirked in response. "Easy is never fun." She said, turning to Alison and nodding. The oriental girl tossed a small canister into the midst of the horde. A second later, the bomb detonated, sending zombie parts in every direction. Young and Maria then began to advance, the full auto fire of Maria's spitfire and lightning fired from Young's staff beginning to thin the ranks of the undead.
The remaining zombies charged, running at the group, but those who weren't shot by Maria or shocked by Young were immediately cut down by Alison's sword.
"How many of these things are there?" asked Young.
"Not sure." Maria replied "But worry about that later, we've got a job to do now."
Young nodded and the group continued to advance.
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The killer slashed his machete at DAM, but the author blocked it with his bracers. He was then forced to dodge as Castle and Beckett opened fire with their respective pistols.
Castle aimed and fired, a bullet flying from his Model B right into the killer's eye. He smirked as it knocked the killer over, but that smirk died when he rose. He tried to fire again, but he only got the click of an empty gun as the killer advanced.
DAM sprung into action, attacking the killer with his fists and Hidden Blades, the attacks of which the killer always somehow managed to block or dodge. What will it take to take you down? DAM wondered as he continued his assault. That was when he had an idea. If this worked for the real Batman, maybe it would work here. "Beckett, Castle, hide!" he called out. The sound of running from behind him told him that they had listened. DAM smirked and threw a smoke bomb on the ground, the resounding white cloud obscuring the killer's vision enough for him to escape on his bat claw.
When the smoke cleared, the killer was not amused. His prey had vanished, he had no idea where any of them had gone or how far they might have run.
Then a grim smile worked its way onto his face. This was good. It meant the hunt was afoot.
That was when he saw the footprints heading away from the scene. Smaller than most, it was likely the woman. She would make a good first target, after all, police training was always a thorn in his side.
Following the tracks, the predator resumed the hunt.
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Scarecrow gave his blood wings a mighty flap, propelling him into the air for another attack on Tara. "Have a taste of your own medicine! Ragnarok, Scream Resonance!" Scarecrow turned his scythe around, the bottom having the mouth of Ragnarok. It opened and screamed at the spirit, waves of pure sound slamming into her.
Teh scremz wer noting to TARA hu just fought thru them to the prep screaming.
Scarecrow stopped the scream and swung his scythe at her, only to be blocked by her clawed hands.
Tara then took out her gun, but before she could fire, Team RWBY fired again, the combined fire knocking the gun away and peppering her with fire. Ruby then threw down her rifle and picked up her own scythe. She leapt into the air, using her semblance to propel her faster into Tara, slamming the blade into her with a cry of "For Weiss!" Ruby then used the blade to throw Tara to Vlad who blasted her with his shotgun and smashed her with his axe.
Scarecrow watched as Tara rose once again. They were running out of ammo and energy. If she wasn't stopped soon, someone was going to die.
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Zivon threw down his empty shotgun and drew his kilij, slicing through the heads of two zombies in a single swing. The dead just kept coming and his group was running low on ammo. He watched as Ren threw his last knife, Jaune using his Warden's Companion to cut down a Zombie that would have attacked him otherwise before using his shield to crush the head of another ghoul.
Thatch fired off one last burst from his PKM before reaching for another clip. "Bollocks!" he cursed "I'm out!" he cried, drawing and firing his flintlocks. Each of the four shots killed one of the undead before he was forced to switch to his blades.
Francois calmly aimed shot after shot, taking down a ghoul with every bullet, one eye always on his slowly diminishing bullet count.
Nora was still charging through the horde, swinging her hammer wildly and sending zombis flying in all directions.
Everyone's running low. Zivon thought. Young, you better be close to destroying that page.
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The killer slowly stepped through the lot, passing beneath a building dotted with gargoyles. The hunt was nearing completion as he could see his target from here.
She stood under one of the gargoyles, facing away from him, probably expecting him to come from the other direction. Ever so slowly, he crept up to her, the hunt nearing its completion.
The woman walked out from underneath the gargoyle , the killer following her, his blade ready to taste her blood.
As soon as he stepped under the gargoyle though, it was all over. He heard something drop down behind him before the words "I'm Batman." were whispered in his ear. Before he could react, he felt something fasten itself around his legs and hoist him up into the air by them.
DAM threw a batarang and sliced the rope, sending the killed crashing to the ground. Before he could get up though, DAM wrapped the rope from the bat claw around him, binding his arms to his sides. The killer struggled to get free until Castle and Beckett both aimed their guns at his head.
DAM smirked before growling in his Batman voice. "Let's find out who you are." He reached out and grabbed the mask. "And the real killer is..." he tore off the mask revealing
"Michael Myers!?" Everyone gasped.
"He was angry because I haven't updated his story in a while." DAM growled "When I didn't invite him here, it was the final straw." He then smacked Michael and hauled him to his feet by his collar. "If you had just waited until tonight I would have given you one." He said before winding up and loosing a powerful hook into the slasher's face, knocking him unconscious.
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Young's group continued to fight through the zombies before Young called out. "I see the body! Doctor, give me your Screwdriver!"
The Time Lord tossed Young the device and he pocketed it before charging, electrically charged hands extended to knock all the zombies out of his way. The second he reached the corpse, he drew the Screwdriver and scanned the body with one hand, blasting any zombie that got too close with the other. "He has the fragment!"
Young frantically began to rifle through the late general Frundsberg's pockets. He could feel the horde advancing on him, but he didn't care. Not when he was so close. He went through the general's suit pockets first, finding nothing. He then went on to search the pants, tearing out the every pocket he could find, but still found nothing. Running out of ideas, he desperately looked over his body, thinking of any place he could hide a paper. He looked from his head to his chest, his legs his shoes. That's it!
Young made a dive for the general's feet, tearing off his right shoe and looking through it. Finding nothing, he threw it at a zombie's head, knocking it over. He began clawing at the left, but the shoe would not come off. He pulled with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. He could feel the presence of the dead on him, but an explosion form one of Alison's bombs blew away a large group and got their attention off of him.
Finally, the show came off and Young desperately searched through it, tearing off the sole to find a folded piece of partially charred paper beneath it. Clutching the paper in his hands he called upon his powers of lightning, zapping the cursed thing and causing it to burst into flames.
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Scarecrow and company braced themselves as Tara got up once again. Each one was breathing heavily and running low on ammo. Ruby had dropped her rifle and picked up her scythe. Vlad had his battleaxe at the ready. Kratos' blades were raised for the kill. Yang held her Brute shot like an axe, having run out of ammo. Blake had drawn her Tanto and had her Hornet's final clip ready. Kurumu hovered above the group, clutching her last Razor Bat.
Tara looked at the group assembled before her, but before she could attack, her eyes widened and she let out an ear piercing shriek of pain as she caught fire.
"What's going on?" Asked Ruby.
Scarecrow smirked as he realized what happened. "They must have found the fragment, she's losing her power!"
He seemed to be right as Tara writhed in pain, the flames slowly covering more and more of her body.
"Does anyone mind if I take the final blow?" Scarecrow asked. When there were no objections (not even from Vlad or Kratos) he charged, calling out "Crona, Screech Omega!" Crona's image in the blade nodded as the blade tripled in size, resembling a colossal black dragon.
Scarecrow let out a war cry as he swung the blade, cleaving through Tara as she screamed out "Not gothic!"
The blade cleaved the spirit in half, both halves burning to ashes as they fell to the ground.
oxoxoxo
Before the eyes of Zivon and his team, the ghouls they were fighting disintegrated, each one simply dissolving into ash in the wind. The Canadian lowered his blade and sighed in relief. "I think we've won." He pulled out his cell phone and dialled DAM, Scarecrow and Young. "Gentlemen," He began "The night is ours. Gather your men and bring them down to the fight club. There are still two things we need to do."
oxoxoxo
Zivon watched as his fellow authors and characters filed into the building. A table had been set up in the middle of the lobby, and resting on it was a laptop, the black surface glinting in the dim light. "The night is ours." Zivon re-stated "But it didn't come without a price, a price none of us asked to pay."
Many a face looked down at this line as Scarecrow and DAM walked up to stand beside Zivon.
"It is, however," Said Scarecrow "a price we can repay you. As we wrote you to life in our stories, so too can we write you again."
DAM went first, sitting at the computer and beginning to type away. Before the eyes of the guests, the corpses of Erwin Frundsberg and Ben Aparte appeared. Lines of letters began to flow from the laptop into the bodies as DAM continued to type. Their wounds began to heal and close, their hearts beginning to pump once again as the light began to return to their eyes. Within minutes, the two were fully healed and standing before the group, shocked to be breathing again.
DAM stumbled off the computer as Zivon took his place and began to type. Young walked up to his fellow author as Weiss and Pyrrha's bodies appeared. "Why didn't you do that before?" The new Author demanded.
DAM looked up at him as he breathed deeply. "That kind of thing takes a lot out of you." He said "Had we done this beforehand, we never would have stood a chance against Tara and Michael."
"It can't be that bad." Young said.
DAM weakly grabbed his collar, too tired to lift him off the ground, settling for just using his Batman voice. "Do I look like I could hunt someone down like this? I didn't think so."
"Alright, alright." Young said, watching as the newly revived Pyrrha and Weiss were embraced by their teams. He let out a small sigh when he saw Ruby pick up and embrace Weiss, a massive smile on the younger girl's face.
Unfortunately for him, DAM noticed too. "You okay?" he said, looking at where Young's eyes fell.
"Yeah," said Young "It's just... well... I've sort of, kind of got this little... fan crush... on Ruby..."
"You mean?" DAM asked. Young nodded with a small, sad smile. "Oh my God, you and Ru-"
Young quickly silenced the other author by clamping his hands over his mouth. "Another word and you take lightning to the face."
oxoxoxo
As the night ended, the guests began to leave, each one carrying with them the tale of a new adventure, a success that put a spring in their step, and a bag full of sweets.
Zivon watched them all leave before turning back to his studio lot. He let out a deep sigh. "Well, now I just have to clean up all the zombie ash and somehow close a fissure. Oh yeah, this will be fun..."
Credits roll to "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons
Author: Zivon96
Co-Authors: DeadAliveManiac, Scarecrow'sMainFan, YoungSamurai18
Cast: Richard Castle
Kate Beckett
Ruby Rose
Weiss Schnee
Blake Belladonna
Yang Xiao Long
Crona Gorgon
Kurumu Kurono
Erwin Frundsberg
Vlad Paler
Ben Aparte
The Doctor (Eleven)
Jaune Arc
Nora Valkyrie
Pyrrha Nikos
Lie Ren
Kratos
Thatch Edwards
Maria Gaia
Alison Zu
Francois Delatrois
Special Guests: Ragnarok
Michael Myers (dressed as Jason Voorhees)
Tara Gilesbie
Hannibal Barca
Gustavus Adolphus
Isaac Brock
Robert E Lee
"Wait a minute," Zivon interrupted "The credits are right, where did the Deadliest Warriors go?"
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Hannibal sat in the corner of DAM's studio in the foetal position. The other warriors had left once it was discovered that the party was over, but that... that... THING was still out there. He could hear its spoon tapping on the door to the room he was hiding in.
Outside, the Ginosaji kept hitting the door with his spoon. Eventually, the sound would drive him mad. When someone opened the door, the Carthaginian was his. Maybe he could put his helmet back on him...
At least, that's what the Ginosaji thought, until a needle was injected into his neck. As his senses began to fade, a voice said softly in his ear "You are a difficult one to find." Then everything went black.
When the Ginosaji awoke, he was in a room lined with plastic wrap, strapped to a table covered in the same substance. Looking down on himself, he realized that his spoon was gone, his backup spoons were gone, even his clothes were gone. He struggled against his bindings but to no avail.
"You're awake." Said a voice. The Ginosaji turned to its source to see it was the same man who injected him with the needle. He was of average height dressed in a splatter mask and a leather apron. He could see brown eyes full of repressed madness and blonde hair under the mask. "Good," he said, picking up a scalpel. "we can begin."
He ran the blade down the side of the Ginosaji's cheek, the demon hissing in pain as blood was drawn. The man took a small drop in a pipette and placed it in between two microscope slides. "Oh, I've never collected black blood before." He said. "I assume you know why you're here. This is for everyone you've ever killed. You see, I don't deny I'm a killer, but I don't just pick victims at random. No, I pick the worst of the worst to kill, and you, you're worse than anyone I've ever seen." He drew one of the Ginosaji's spoons and held it in front of his face. "You follow a man for years hitting him with one of these again and again and again and again... I could go on, but I think you get my point."
The man then drew a butcher's cleaver and bone saw. "I'm not sure if I can kill you completely, but I'm sure as hell going to slow you down." With that, he raised the knife.
Special guests continued: The Ginosaji
Dexter Morgan
Special thanks to all my co-authors for giving me ideas to work with, and to anyone who has ever read or reviewed one of my stories.
The Eleventh Doctor stood in front of a blank screen as he looked around. "Well, the story's over, not sure why I'm here." He muttered. "Well, happy Halloween to you all!" He said, turning to walk away, revealing that the back of his Captain's uniform was blank.