Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters

-Chapter 3-

It was a chaotic scene as Chris re-entered the restaurant. Patrons and staff were almost trampling each other (and Chris) to get out of the restaurant, and the girls they had run into outside (or rather, who had run into them) were knocking on doors at random and shouting for the Démon sisters to show themselves. A quick scan of the restaurant told Chris that the red-haired boy was hiding in a booth, but he couldn't seem to find Dan anywhere. He slowly began sneaking through the restaurant, attempting to locate his friend. He was just next to the kitchen when the door suddenly burst open, swung around, and hit Chris in the face. Dan quickly scooted out wielding a frying pan and a soup ladel, and took a quick look around him. He saw Chris crumpled on the floor.

"Quit lying around and get up, Chris," Dan hissed, tossing the ladel onto his chest.

Chris straightened up and brushed himself off, and he gave Dan a worried look. "Dan, what are you doing?" He whispered. "There are guns and swords and people crazier than you in here, you could get yourself killed!"

"Sure, if I'm stupid," Dan said. "I'm just gonna smack these girls over the head with this pan and knock them out." He hefted the frying pan, to emphasise his plan. "That way, they can't get to those Demon Sisters, and I can get my revenge on them without interference."

"For the last time, it's Démon, Dan," Chris said. "And what about that kid?"

"If he gets in my way, I'll klonk him one too, simple as that!" Dan explained. "He doesn't look like much of an issue anyway, I bet you could even take him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chris said indignantly. He shook his head. "Nevermind, let's just forget about this whole thing and get out of here."

Meanwhile, the two girls were still searching for their quarry. By this time, the only ones in the restaurant were them, the red-head, Dan, and Chris. The goth-looking girl walked out of a washroom looking disappointed and irritated. "They're not in here, either, Panty," she said.

"For fuck's sake, where the hell are they?" Panty said, scratching her head with the butt of her handgun. "It's not like they could've run out with the crowd, they'd stick out like a sore thumb." She sighed. "Whatever, just keep looking, Stocking, we'll find 'em."

"I'll bet those two guys were just planted there by those bitches to throw us off," the other girl, Stocking, said. "They're probably clear across town, and we're just wasting time here."

"I'm not so sure," the red-headed boy said. "They might not even know that we're here in LA yet. For all they know, we could be back in Daten City."

"Eh, it doesn't seem like they're here, even if they know we're here or not." Panty said. She gave a sigh of disappointment. "Come on, let's get out of-"

"Well well well, what a suprise seeing you all here."

All five heads turned to the source of the voice. There, standing in the doorway of the second V.I.P. room, were Scanty and Kneesocks, each wielding a sinister looking pair of weapons, Scanty with a set of jet black handguns, and Kneesocks with a duo of wickedly curved sythes. Stocking immediately took her place at Panty's side, and the four raised their respective weapons to each other.

"So you finally decided to show your fuckin' faces," Panty sneered. "What stupid plan are you two doing that involves you being all the way out here?"

"That," Kneesocks said, pointing one of her sythes to the blonde, "is none of your concern. What are you all doing here?"

"We got a call from someone saying you were out here stirring up shit," Stocking replied. "We thought it'd be nice to come down and say hello."

Scanty laughed. "Well, you've said your hellos. Now I suggest you all get out of this city before we have to make you leave."

The two teams began approaching each other, each looking like they would strike at any moment. The tension was building, and Dan, Chris, and the boy could all feel the pressure building. Finally, Chris decided to act.

"Ladies, please can't we settle this like adults?" Chris said, standing up and revealing himself. Everyone quickly looked to him, and, against his better judgement, he walked over and put himself between the four girls. "I mean, you can't just come in and start shooting each other, right? Someone could get hurt!"

"That's the idea, dipshit!" Panty shouted. "Now get out of the way so we can deal with these bitches, you stupid fucking idiot!"

"Hey!" It was Dan's turn to reveal himself, and he made a beeline right for Panty. He stood right up to her, and pointed the frying pan at her face. "Nobody talks that way to Chris but me, understand? I ought to smack you right along the side of the head for saying that!"

Panty was unintimidated by his threats. "You'd better watch yourself, shorty!" She shouted. "You're just asking me to stick my foot right up your fuckin' ass!"

"Bring it, you blonde bimbo! If you fight half as well as you drive, then I'll have no trouble at all teaching you some respect!"

The two lunged at each other, but each was held back, Dan by Chris, and Panty by Stocking. Amid all the yelling, screaming, kicking, and general choas, the boy suddenly noticed something. "Everybody! Stop!" He shouted from his booth. They all froze, Dan clutching a handful of Panty's hair and Panty about to bite down on Dan's other hand. They looked, and Scanty and Kneesocks were missing, and the fire exit door was slowly closing. Everybody quickly rushed outside, and they saw a limosine peeling away and rounding a corner. They all stood quietly, before Panty spoke up.

"Nice fucking going, you idiot!" Panty shouted at Dan. "You let those bitches get away!"

"So what if I did?" Dan said. "At least I don't have to worry about you jerks getting in the way of my revenge for now!"

"Wait, revenge?" Stocking said. "You mean you've got an issue with them too?"

"I do, as a matter of fact," Dan said. "And I'd appreciate it if you all vamoosed so I can deal with them myself."

"You'd better tell us about it," the red-head said. "It might help us figure out what the Demon Sisters are up to."

"See, Chris?" Dan said. "I knew it was 'Demon' all along."

"Fine, Dan, you were right," Chris said. "But we should probably get out of here, the police are probably on their way, and Dan isn't exactly on good terms with the local authorities. I'm Chris, and this is Dan, by the way."

"I'm Brief, and this is Panty and Stocking," Brief said. "We'll take our car, yours doesn't exactly look drivable right now."

"And who's fault is that?" Dan said, glaring at Panty. "And besides, I'm not getting in that hell-wagon with her behind the wheel. I happen to like living, if it's all the same to you."

"What if I were to drive?" Chris said. "Provided that it's okay with you three."

"Well, you aren't exactly Motorist of the Year, either," Dan said. "But at least I'm familiar with your incompitence. It's decided, Chris is driving." Dan walked over and climbed into the back seat. "Well, are you all coming?" he said.

The other four looked at each other, and Chris sighed. "You might as well let me drive now, once Dan's made up his mind there's no changing it." They all climbed in, Chris taking the wheel while Panty sat shotgun. Stocking and Brief both squeezed into the back with Dan. "We'll head back to my place, we'll all talk there, and figure out what to do about the Démo- Demon sisters."With that, the five drove off, See-Through seeing tamer driving than it ever had before. Dan's car way left behind with a caved-in trunk and a bent rear axle. There'd be no avenging it this time, however, because Dan knew that he might need these people to help him take revenge on the Demon sisters.

At least, not yet, Dan thought, watching the red car dissapear from view as they all rounded the corner.