Alrighty guys, let's get down to it!

Just a quick hint, the reference is obvious, if you've seen the video.

It's a youtube song that I know too well, and if I may say, it fits.

That, and I have a special announcment at the end of the chapter!

But, you don't need to worry about that until later on!

Till then, ONWARD!

The next day was cold and dark, the new year having had just started. Erin breathed in the air, the crisp cold air oddly comforting, "What a wonderful day to have a wedding."

Erin tugged at the jacket around her waist, fiddling with her shirt as she waited. She wore a green and brown camouflage backpack. How it was supposed to work in the winter white around her, who knew?

She stood on the roof, overlooking the cathedral, before sighing, "Hank, you have the heaviest footsteps. Don't bother."

"Damnit!" Hank shouted, his eyes narrowed with his scowl, "Why can't you just be human for a few seconds and be scared?"

" 'Y can't you shut up and stick to the mission?" Oliver threw back, before looking over the cathedral, "What do you think, Erin?"

"I think…" She murmured, drawing the thought out, before laughing, "I think that this'll be fun."

"…Seriously?" Zig murmured from behind the three, Fang walking past the both of them, nuzzling Erin's side, "Is this your attempt at calming nerves, or are you really this dense?"

Erin giggled, throwing up a thumbs up, "Yep!"

Oliver sighed, "Anyone else feel themselves asking 'ow she manages to be the leader? Anyone else?"

"It's cause I'm awesome, duh." Erin said, smiling, before pointing at the window, "That's where we gotta go." She murmured, before looking to Fang, pointing to the building that was in front of the window, "I want Fang stationed there."

Fang growled, doing a little bob of the head, like a nod, before making a mad dash.

Hank's eyes widened, "He's not actually gonna-?"

Just like that, Fang made the jump, landing perfectly on the building on the other side, looking at them as if he was waiting.

"…And 'e did it." Oliver murmured, looking at Erin, "Please tell me that we don't 'ave too-?"

"Oh, but we do." Erin said, jumping up and down to get ready, slapping her knees like some sort of energetic monkey,"There is no way for you to get to the roof on that building, so you've got to jump. Only way."

"…You're a mad man!" Hank shouted, "I mean, how are we going to make that!?"

"Okay, one, I'm a mad 'women'," Erin growled, faking anger, "and B, if Fang can do it, so can we."

"Are we going to ignore how Fang has four legs?" Hank muttered, faking a look of actual concern, "Or that, oh I don't know, he's a FUCKING TIGER AND CATS ALWAYS LAND ON THEIR FEET!"

"It sounds like someone's trying to pussy out." Zig murmured, her sly smirk making Hank glare right back.

"Still not seeing the problem, here." Erin grinned, before stretching out her legs, "Now, shall we?"

"This is insane!" Hank shouted.

"I'm so glad that wrote my will right before we left." Oliver muttered.

"Guess today's my last day on earth." Zig shrugged.

"Then find another way in!" Erin yelled, letting out a whoop, before making a dash for it. She heard them gasp, before making the jump. She flung her arms outward, reaching for the bottom of the roof.

Only to miss it and fall to her death.

The end.

Lol, I'm just kidding.

She grabbed onto the roof with the tips of her fingers, slowly pulling herself up, before standing on the roof. She smiled, turning around, before waving, "Hurry up then, haven't gotten all day!"

"…But…how…" Hank murmured, only to have Oliver push him aside, shaking his hands and doing a few squats in preparation.

"It's Erin, that's 'ow." Oliver murmured, before looking up at Erin with slight worry, "You will catch me, right?"

Erin smirked, "Have I ever lied to you, my loyal Olive?"

"You've done worse. On multiple occasions."

"Well…I've never lied to you."

"Funny, I don't feel any better," Oliver murmured, before jumping. He let out a girlish scream, doing a sort of wannabe Macarena in midair, before feeling his hand grip someone else's.

"See? I won't let you fall." Erin murmured, smirking, before pulling him up, "Who else is gonna give me my root beer?"

"Nice to know that you think so 'ighly of me." Oliver murmured, before looking to Hank, "Your turn, 'ank. Don't be a sissy."

Hank laughed sheepishly, giving Zig a hopeful look, "Ladies first?"

Zig scowled, before gesturing to the roof, "Well, if you insist. Go on."

It took Hank a while to fully understand what Zig meant, his face slowly but surely turning red, "Damnit, Zig! I am NOT a girl!"

"You act like one." Zig murmured, before sighing, "Fine, I'll do it."

As if it wasn't a real big deal, she simply walked to the edge, before jumping. She didn't scream, she didn't panic, she just held her hands out and waiting for Erin and Oliver to catch her.

Erin grabbed hold of Zig, nearly having to throw herself over the rooftop edge to do so, before Oliver grabbed her other hand, helping to pull her up.

All three of them looked at Hank, before Oliver sighed, "Your turn, 'ank."

"Yeah, yeah; I know. Thank you." Hank murmured, cursing to himself, before making the run, jumping to cross.

With Hank's bulky figure, it was a miracle that they ever managed to pull the sixteen year old up, all of them panting by the time it was over.

"Damn, 'ank ...eat a ...salad…." Oliver murmured, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm not fat!" Hank yelled, "I'm just bulky, that's all. Don't fat shame me!"

"Nothing a salad can't fix." Zig said, "Hopefully."

"Salads later." Erin said, taking her backpack off, before opening it, "Break into a wedding now."

She pulled out a sort of grapple gun, an invention of Zig, some rope, along with four handlebar-like items. She handed each person a handlebar, before giving the gun to Zig, "Can you fire it?"

Zig gave her a look, before scowling, looking through the custom made scope, "I made the damn thing. I'm pretty sure that I can use it."

With that said, she fired. Just as Zig predicted, the grapple at the end hooked onto the window, secure and tight.

Zig nodded, before putting her handlebar on the rope, "The window's not open," Zig said, "So, I'll kick it down."

With that said, she jumped.

"Nananananananana, Ziggy!" Hank hummed, watching as Zig zip lined her way across, easily kicking down the window.

Erin nodded, before reading herself, "I fail to see how you guys don't see this as fun." She said, before jumping or it. Good thing that Zig made the handles with a sort of grip, if it had been made of metal, then she would have slipped by now.

Erin smirked, watching as Zig went through, before going through with the zip line. She quickly jumped into through the window, going down into a tumble, before getting back up.

The hallways were simply white, with a nice light yellow carpet. Erin whistled, "Even the catholic people got more than us."

"Well, they are funded by the government." Zig murmured, moving Erin away from the window just as Oliver zipped in.

"…So far, it doesn't look like anyone's going to be in this 'allway." Oliver murmured, "I mean, that's really just positive thinking speaking, but I really do 'ope no one wanders down around 'ere."

"Well, not to be the pessimist of the group," Zig said, her deadpanned tone saying otherwise, "But positive thinking isn't going to get you too far."

Oliver looked like he was about to rebuttal with something, only to have Hank zip in. But, since Oliver didn't move, Hank let out a squeak, before landing onto Oliver.

"What the actual fuck, 'ank!?" Oliver sputtered, voice drowned up from under Hank.

"Oliver, move your leg."

"I can't move!"

Zig laughed, watching as the two of them tried to untangle themselves, "Wow, you two look so good, wearing each other like that.."

"Shut it!" Hank yelled, before pushing himself up, offering his hand to Oliver, "Need help?"

"Leave me be, fool." Oliver murmured, slapping away Hank's hand before standing up.

"Don't give me that look." Erin sighed, pointedly ignoring the puppy eyed look that Hank sent her way, before going on, "Your post is here. Make sure that no one comes down the hallway. Don't be seen, and if someone comes, either warn us or take care of them."

Hank nodded, smiling in a sort of evil way, before pulling out his knife and handgun, "Can I make this messy?"

"Have some class, this is a wedding, after all." Erin said in a light scolding tone, before throwing Hank a wink, "But, if say, someone were to go missing and ended up mangled in the janitor's closet…"

Hank caught on quickly, giving her a devious smile, before stopping outside the door.

"Oliver, cover us." Erin murmured, before whispering, "It should be quick, but knowing Hank, he'll fuck up."

Oliver nodded, "I've got it. I'm sure that I can stop 'ank from screwing up too bad."

Erin nodded, giving him a cheeky smile, "Just a bit, guys, just a bit." Erin said, before holding her gun out, about to open the door, "I'll shoot, you cover."

"Of course." Zig murmured, before nodding.

Erin sighed, before pushing the door open, "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, AND WAVE THEM LIKE-Oh shit."

Zig's eyebrow raised, "Oh shit? What do you mean, oh shit!?"

"Yeah, I was jamming, bro!" Hank yelled from down the hallway, only to have Oliver throw him a look, "What?"

"…Don't panic...but she's not here." Erin murmured.

"NOT HERE!?" Zig yelled, peeking in, only to growl in frustration, "God damnit, Erin!"

"What do we do now?" Hank shouted from the window, choosing to be loud rather than walking over.

"..We improvise." Erin murmured, looking over the room, "Look, there are some extra dresses over there, just enough."

"What you still haven't told us what to do, Erin." Zig murmured, an eyebrow raised, "What are you planning?"

Erin grinned, an evil glint in her eye, "…Do you trust me?"

"…No…"

"Good. Go get the guys."

The wedding was taking place in the main hall of the cathedral. The walls sparkled white, pillars covered in pink and black flowers, and chairs of the same color on the crystalline floor. Many people wore the formal white gowns and suits, some of those people familiar with what had been planned to happen.

"Mommy, my tie is to tight!" Alberto murmured,the organ music drowning him out. His mother only shushed him, before turning around like everyone else.

Jamie's eyes narrowed, before leaning over to David, "Where's Erin?"

David could only shake his head, "I don't know, man."

"David, be silent!"

David sighed, watching as Abigail walked down the aisle, before nodding, "Yes, mother."

All was silent but the organ, before Abigail reached the end of the aisle, before the priest began.

"Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to-."

"FUCK!"

All wide eyes looked over to the end of the aisle, only to become maddened or confused.

At the end of the aisle was a very ugly lady dressed in a white dress, with an equally ugly child dressed the same.

"You made us late…Olivia!" The women said, presumably the mother, in a very high falsetto voice.

"…Sorry…Mom…" Olivia murmured, in a deeper voice then a young lady like her should have had, before following the mother.

"…If I may ask, who are you two?" The groom asked, all eyes of the two of them.

The women laughed nervously, "I'm…Hankamia! And this is my daughter, Olivia!"

"...'I..." Olivia murmured, sitting down. "God please, I'm begging you, end me." Olivia muttered to "herself", his face going red with embarrassment.

He wrote a mental note to himself to spit in Erin's root beer from now on.

"…Well, I do say, the weather is terrible!" Hankamia said, fanning her face, before batting her eyelashes to a guy in front of her, "Fan me?"

"No way in hell." The boy growled.

Hankamia laughed, before ruffling the boy's blue hair, "Come on now, don't be so rude."

"Let go of me!" The boy said, "You'll mess up my eye patch!"

Hankamia giggled, before giving the butler a look, "How you doing-?"

"Sir, I must ask, why are you dress as a woman?"

Just like that, the entire room was quiet, only to have "Hankamia" giggle, "You're simply joking, boy-."

"Why do you call me a boy when you're only a teenager?" The butler questioned.

With each question, it got even more awkward, before David leaned over to Jamie, "Do you think-?"

"Yes."

"…How can you be so sure?"

"…Turn around."

David gave him a look, before turning around. His eyes went wide, before repressing the want to laugh.

The bride was gone.

"Unhand me, you…you…"

"Oh, shut up." Erin murmured, scarf covering her mouth, before kicking the bride down, "I'm not going to put you through anymore trouble, miss. I mean, you're getting married! That's enough of a hassle, wouldn't you agree?"

"Congrats on signing your life over to someone else, and all of that." Zig murmured, before closing the closet door behind them, leaning on the closed door, "Now, give us what we want, and you live long enough to get married, become enslaved by the man you love, be used to provide sex, and then die."

Abigail gave Zig a look, before glaring at Erin, "What the hell do you lot want?" Abigail sneered, "I don't suppose that someone sent you? I'll have to think, who did my father anger this time?"

"I'm here on my terms, lady." Erin growled right back, hands curled up into a fist. Out of anger or control, it was anyone's guess.

"Oh, trying to make yourself look all big and scary, are you?" Abigail belittled, "Don't bother trying, you sweet little thing.

"I'm here on my terms, lady." Erin growled right back, hands curled up into a fist. Out of anger or control, it was anyone's guess.

"Oh, trying to make yourself look all big and scary, are you?" Abigail belittled, "Don't bother trying, you sweet little thing."

"I do hope that you realize telling us what we don't want to hear is pointless." Zig cut in, noting that Erin seemed to be fuming, "Just give Erin what she wants, and we'll be on our way."

"Erin…" Abigail said, as if recalling the name, before throwing her head back, laughing out loud, "As in Erin Dusty, as in Dusty?"

Erin bit down on her tongue, keeping herself from speaking. She was just trying to get a raise out of her, and as much as she hated to admit it, it was working, "Come now, do you really expect me to believe such stupid stories? It's all rubbish, every last bit of it!"

It was getting harder and harder to keep in control, her anger building. Did this bitch actually think herself better than her?

"I don't recall saying that you could talk to me like that." Erin said, voice almost scarily steady, before pulling her leg back, kicking her right in the stomach.

Abigail groaned in pain, only to smirk, "All I need to do is wait, you street scum. They'll notice me missing, how could they not! I'm the goddamn bride, they'll come and find me!"

"Doubt it." Zig murmured, a smirk growing on her face, before looking in the direction of the main hall, "If there is anything that Hank's good at, it's keeping attention."

"Why can't you just be a gentleman and get out of my space?"

The butler sighed, before pulling his gloves, "Sir, please, just stop. You're making yourself look like a fool."

"Story of our life…" Olivia murmured, catching a scowl from the boy with dark blue hair.

"What…Are you doing?" The boy asked, causing Olivia to sigh, as "she" watched "her mother" fight with the butler.

"Trust me,you don't want to know."

Abigail growled, before looking at Erin, "…I hate you."

"Same on this side." Erin murmured, before cocking her gun back.

Oh, look at you." Abigail gasped, faking surprise, "Now you're taking out the big guns."

"...Erin, are you okay?" Zig voiced, concerned when she didn't talk. She stood there, still as a statue, if you ignore the way her gun hand shook.

Erin saw red. She could not deal with people like this, and to have Abigail look her in the eye and...Yeah, control is overrated.

"Zig, do me a favor and watch the door for me."

Zig paled, eyes flickering between the two, "...Are you sure that this is the best course of action? I mean, if you need to, we can step outside so you can take a breath. If you can't do this right now-."

"Zig."

She couldn't help but flinch at the tone of Eirn's voice, giving Abigail a mix of pity and anger in one fell swoop, before walking towards the door, "Don't go too crazy." She muttered, closing the door behind her.

Erin took a deep breath, forcing her nerves down. Don't explode, not just yet. "You know what I love about you, Abigail? You always have to have the last word."

"Don't talk to me like you know me-."

"Oh, but I do." Erin interrupted, placing the bottom of her boot down onto Abigail's chest, eyes ablaze, "I'd like to think that I know you fairly well, Abi. You've made life hard for a lot of people, and I've done more than hear of what you've done."

When Abigail realized she couldn't move, she instead spat on Erin's boot, "You can't talk to me like you're so much better than me. You're a thief, a criminal, and a killer! I am leagues above you." Abigail laughed, but Erin knew better. She was so similar to her father, not knowing when to stop talking, "You're despicable."

"Better than being a Twit though, I must say." Erin shrugged, before pressing down harder on her chest, a sickening smile crossed her face as she cracked her knuckles, "Now, what was I here for, again? Ah, yes, that's right."

She brought her gun to level with Abigail's kneecaps, "You see, you have something that I want, something I can only get from you. Closure, if you will."

She couldn't stop her smile from widening when she pulled the trigger, taking an illegal amount of joy from her blood curdling scream, "god, I've waited too long for this."

"Back off, sir!"

The butler sighed, before pushing himself closer, "Sir, take off the wig; you look ridiculous."

"Well, you look like you just had-."

"Mother!" Olivia groaned, before taking a quick look around for a sign. Just then, "she" saw it.

Up on the chandelier, were two figures, one of them giving the thumbs up, while the other flipped them off.

You can guess who was who.

Olivia cleared his throat, "Umm, mother; we've got to go. The birds should be back at 'ome, and we don't want the cat to attack them!"

Hankamia's eyes widened, before doing that flirty smile, "It's been fun, but, gotta go now!"

The butler's eyes narrowed, about to say something, only to have something drop from the sky.

Confused, he picked it up, inspecting it, only for smoke to come out quickly.

A smoke ball.

Quickly, the room was covered with smoke, multiple people coughing and choking.

When the smoke cleared, nothing was different. Nothing but one thing.

Hankamia and Olivia were gone.

"But…They…What…" The boy stuttered, only to sigh, "Sebastian…what just…?"

"My lord, with all due respect, it looks like we have bigger problems ahead of us." Sebastian muttered, facing the altar as everyone else was. The butler couldn't help but feel stupid, of course it was some sort of elaborate distraction.

"What ever could be bigger than what just happened in front of us, right now?" Ciel scoffed, "And what are they all looking at-Oh."

How no one else noticed, they'd never know. All anyone knew was that their attention had been taken off of the bride, instead given to two confused cross dressers as a diversion.

And, somehow, it worked.

Erin was the last one to get back to the rooftop, her gun still in one hand, with blood splattered on her cheek.

"Oh my god, what the hell happened!?" Hank shouted. It would have been a serious moment, if not for the dress he still wore.

"I got the job done," Erin said, voice sounding almost strained, hand shaking from the amount of control she had to exert over herself, "And now that that's done, I'd like to go back to base for the biggest nap of my life. I'm talking hibernation levels."

"You look like you went on a killing spree." Oliver muttered from her spot, hands held straight up to the sky as Zig attempted to pull the dress off of him, "Oww, easy does it, Zig! I'd like to keep my 'ands as they are, thank you."

"Don't be such a baby." Zig grumbled, finally ripping the damned thing from Oliver's body, before giving Erin a look, "Are you okay?"
What could Erin say? Explain that the release had been almost euphoric? Or maybe that it wasn't enough?

"...I'm fine." Erin nodded, rubbing Fang's head, giggling when he nuzzled into her hand, "I got what I wanted, and I'm ready to head home."

With that, she hoped onto Fang's back, throwing one hand out in front of her dramatically, "Away we go, my friends! And now, I shall ride into the sunrise!"

"...Is she serious right now?" Hank couldn't help but mutter.

"AWAY, TIGER OF WHITE, WE FLY!" Erin shouted, Fang taking off like a rocket, dashing and jumping from rooftop to rooftop with ease.

"She is." Oliver muttered, finally ripping the corset off of him.

"Does it amaze anyone else how quickly she can turn tables?" Hank asked, pulling at his dress, before casting Zig a pleading look, "Help me?"

"You're a big boy, I think you'll figure it out." Zig said, walking right past him, "Besides, we have to get back to base, and I won't lie, it might just make my day seeing you attempt to get from rooftop to rooftop in a dress and heels."

"...Oliver?"

"Don't think so," Oliver quickly denied, "It's your fault that we got into this mess in the first place, it serves you right to be stuck with your choice, 'ank."

"...Fuck you both, you suck, I'm walking in the streets." Hank muttered, heading over to the ladder.

"You realize that you're gonna 'ave a lot of stares pointed straight at you?"

Their only response was a loud grumbled, his head disappearing under the rim of the roof, leaving the two alone.

"Guess we'd better head back," Zig muttered, before looking over the cathedral, "Who knows what kind of present Erin left for them."

"...You know, I've been meaning to ask," Oliver muttered, following Zig back, "Erin never told us what she wanted 'ere."

"That is correct."

"And I don't mean to sound rude, but I'd like to know." Oliver stood for a moment, taking a deep breath as if it would be his last before asking, "What did she get out of this?"

He began to panic a bit when Zig didn't respond, "Again, I don't mean to sound rude, in any shape, way or form, but It's been bothering me. I mean, we went through quite a lot to get 'er to this point, and I can't really say that I enjoyed cross dressing, so I just gotta know-."

"Closure."

Oliver couldn't help but stop for a moment, nearly missing Zig's response, "...Sorry?"

"She got closure." Zig muttered, not daring to turn around, "I won't be the first to hide it, Erin is very childish. She is petty, and can hold a grudge forever. She finally got to stop holding on to one, and now she can rest. Literally and figuratively."

Zig finally turned to Oliver, for once her eyes weren't stone cold. No, instead, they were pleading, begging almost, "That's all I'm going to tell you, so don't bother asking for more."

Oliver wanted to ask more. He wanted to know what exactly this closure was. Why had they gone this far?

But...No. He didn't need to know. It was okay. If Zig was this stern about it, then…

"Alright, Zig, I won't."

Zig nodded, "Thank you." She muttered, before turning back around, "Now then, at this rate, we're gonna miss the show."

"Show?"

Zig gestured to the sidewalk under them, moving to let Oliver watch. Leaning over, he couldn't help but snicker, watching Hank as he hiked his dress up, making tall dramatic steps with his heels still on his feet.

Oliver snickered when he fell face first into the snow, Zig sharing the light sound. Yes, this was a pain, but seeing Hank like this...It was almost worth it.

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