Well, it's been about a week, and I still have 4 and 3/4ths or so chapters finished and backlogged, so... here's the next chapter. I have a special little something for my chatty-ass reviewers at the bottom, because today's short is... well, it's short. Didn't even break 700 words.

Anyway... my spam-y reviewer friend: I don't think I can respond to have of that... that's a lot, man. Here are some key points, though:
Princess Bride... really? Are you going to start quoting Robin Hood: Men in Tights next? (If you don't know what it is, go watch it right now! It's on Netflix, I know that, and probably other places, too, so you likely don't have excuses besides laziness!)
Why did you transition into German numbering for the last two numbers?
'Tis cute indeed! I seriously wish I had known Mona's pet name was canon earlier, just so I could gush over it more often. Oh well.

Those were the most important points to me.

Also something of importance... I made a picture for this story! If you know me, which I kinda doubt, you'd know that I can get bored. Especially since we've run our internet dry, and I feel a little bad that I'm on it to upload this. So... I made a picture for this story in the last week! Neato, right?

Um... Now go read the actual story!

Short 14

Plague Knight stared down his captors, snarling viscously. After a solid hour of loudly tossing threats on his various ideas of how to make them suffer a slow, painful death, his throat started hurting, so he quieted somewhat. That didn't stop him muttering under his breath, however.

The sole upside to his situation was that he noticed Thomas' hand was covered up to the elbow in bandages, which was completely his work. It amused him somewhat to see the man in pain when he rubbed it against something accidently. That, and the only time he'd seen the father since arriving, he swore he literally scared the crap out of him with an evil grin and an 'I'm going to enjoy watching you burn…' He nearly hurt himself holding back the laughter from that little stunt.

"Adam," Peter droned once again. "Stop fighting."

"Yeah, kid, I'm tired," Thomas chimed in.

"I will never stop fighting you until I see your bodies blown into a thousand pieces," Plague Knight whispered in response.

"I thought you were going to break half the bones in our bodies, wait several days, and then slit our throats?" Peter asked.

Plague Knight opened his mouth, thought for a second, and then replied, "I've changed my mind. I'm going with my original idea of making you eat each other's entrails until you bleed to death."

The two men shook their heads, probably wondering just how Mona corrupted him so, turning and exiting the room.

"Finally," Plague Knight muttered. "I was wondering if you idiots would leave."

He started trying to cut at the rope binding his hands behind him with his nails. It was no use, though, as it was surprisingly thick.

Plague Knight let out a depressed sigh and slumped. "They'll come. I know they will. Right? Mona wouldn't leave me here."

"She won't be coming for you, Adam," Peter said, reentering the room with Thomas and the father following right behind.

Plague Knight jumped. "I thought you left!"

"We did. Now that your father is with us again, we can continue bugging you until you accept us."

Plague Knight scoffed and allowed a cruel smile to form on his face. "I have an unbreakable will. You'll never get me."

"Oh? And knowing that the one you have so much faith in won't be coming for you doesn't hurt that will?"

"I know she'll come. Unless…" Plague Knight fixed the men in front of him with a glare that sucked away any impression that he had a hint of kindness in his soul. "You did something to her."

"I didn't. Thomas did," Peter said with a shrug.

"Says the person who ran a sword through her shoulder."

"…OK, you got me there."

"So, while I wait patiently for my inevitable rescue, what do you plan on doing to me so I'll go to the dark side? Or would it be light side since I'm already on the dark side? Darker side?"

Plague Knight mulled over this idea for a couple minutes while he was watched with incredulous looks.

"This is the light side," the father said at length. "The dark side is staying with an alchemist."

Plague Knight opened his mouth to argue before sighing and shaking his head. "You've got to be kidding me. Listen to me, very carefully now. I am an alchemist too! I have memorized the exact requirements to make your body spontaneously combust! I am the reason she knows half of what she does!"

Peter looked to Thomas and mouthed, 'I think he's gone delusional.'

Plague Knight was once again struck with the urge to murder every being (besides himself, that is) that was present in the room.

"I am not crazy!"

"Keep telling yourself that," Peter said.

"Thank you, I will," Plague Knight replied casually.

The father turned around and motioned for his bodyguards to follow.

For several minutes, Plague Knight was left alone with nothing to do but stare at a wall, uselessly scratching at the ropes binding his hands.

He sighed. "I need them to let me look out a window or something," he muttered to himself.

And now for that promised omake-type thing, because this short was indeed very short. None of what happens here will happen in the story's canon.

Omake(?)!

The Magicist tiredly dragged herself into the lab to inform Plague Knight's workers of the current happenings. She was stopped by Percy.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Mona's been incapacitated and Adam's been captured. I'm going to send the minions out to locate him."

"I'll help!" Percy announced, dashing out of the room before the Magicist could protest.

"Wha- Percy!" She yelled at his form as he disappeared. "Dammit," she muttered.

Percy ran in a random direction, not exactly sure where he was going. He probably should have thought about this… But Adam needs help!

In the forest, he found a guard attempting to move the dead body of one of his coworkers. Why exactly the deceased man had yet to be moved from the site despite it being several hours after the fact was beyond literally everyone. Slowing, the horse-man asked, "What happened here?"

"This is the site where Adam and Mona were attacked," the man answered.

Percy nodded. "Thank you," he said, running off in the direction of the nearby marked trees, failing to explain himself to the confused guard.

Several hours later, the panting animal creature came across a house on the far outskirts of a village. He didn't think, and busted down the door, scaring the ever-living shit out a woman who was sitting at the table, reading a book.

Percy ignored the sputtering woman and made his way upstairs, busting down every door he came across until he knocked down the correct one and found a familiar young boy staring at where the door had been with a deadpan expression on his face. He was tied to a chair, though that didn't seem to bother him much.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked, his expression not changing.

"I'm here to save you!" Percy announced, working at the ropes binding him to his seat.

"That's all well and good, but why you?" The boy couldn't help but ask.

"The Magicist's rallying the workers and Mona… I don't know what happened to her, actually. The Magicist said she was incapacitated."

Adam frowned at the news. "Fair enough." Then, under his breath, he muttered, "Should have known the simpleton would be the one to find me first."

Now freed, Adam jumped up and stretched his body lightly before dashing out of the room, followed swiftly by Percy.

They got to the door leading to the outside, but suddenly the way was barred by two large bodies. The escapee skidded to a stop, but his savior was not quite so quick, so he rammed into the boy's back and sent him face-first into the ground. "Ow," was the annoyed response.

At a rather unconcerned speed, two men filed into the room, one blocking the doorway while the other grabbed Percy.

"Trying to escape, are ya?" The one blocking the door asked.

"Believe it or not, yeah, I am, Thomas," Adam replied with an annoyed tone of voice.

"Well, that's not working out, now is it?" The brother asked.

"Got that right, Peter," Adam replied, his voice losing the annoyance and now just sounded bored. Once again under his breath, the boy started to mutter to himself. "The simpleton saves me, and then immediately fucked it up. Should have seen this coming; I really should've."

Percy found himself immediately overwhelmed by Peter's strength, and was led away to the basement while Adam was escorted by upstairs.

Once down the stairs, Percy was forced into a chair and tied there with some quality rope. The horse took notice of this and whistled. "That's some good rope you got there!"

"Shut up," Peter ordered.

Surprisingly, the now imprisoned horse did as ordered and shut his mouth. This lasted only about 30 seconds, however, before he started to ask about what time he got feed. Peter refrained from answering.

Plague Knight could tell when he wasn't trusted. Hell, there was only a small number of people that he could safely say trusted him. Therefore, it was not hard to tell that the twins and their master were thoroughly displeased, and were far more wary about leaving him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't like that guy," Plague Knight told them. "He's tried to give me love advice before… I think he thought I was trying to woo a horse! 'Stroke her hair while feeding her oats,' he said. Does he think I'm a farmer trying to get a rowdy goat to like him?"

The boy grumbled lightly as he thought about the incident. He laughed to himself as he recalled Mona's reaction when he informed her of that. At first it was an amused laugh, but when that ceased, she asked why he had requested love advice. Plague Knight was on edge immediately, stating that he hadn't asked for it, the horse had just given it anyway, which was entirely true, but for some reason he felt scared that she wouldn't take that excuse and would start prying into his love life. Granted, he knew that, realistically, she wouldn't do that. Not that it meant much when she was right there, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Before he could think about any of that any farther, there was the sound of shattering glass from some other room. The twins immediately rushed out of the room. With the two bodyguards gone, the father removed his knife and took on a basic defensive stance. This didn't last long, however, before a minion came barreling in, utilizing a Spin Burst to avoid hurting himself from the flying pieces of windowpane.

The paterfamilias froze and stared, shocked beyond belief, until he was smashed over the head with a sizeable rock the minion had stored away in his bag.

"I figured you would want some form of revenge," the minion told Plague Knight as he cut away the ropes binding him.

"And I do," Plague Knight replied, gleeful when his employee handed him a bomb. He lobbed it at his captor, and laughed madly when the man's head exploded. The minion, despite willingly providing the explosive, was a little unnerved, as he still believed that the boy in front of him was just that… a boy.

When he was done laughing, Plague Knight walked through the door, finding the Magicist waiting for him, the dead bodies of the twins behind her, being removed from the area by multiple minions. "You done?" She asked.

"I've been 'done' since before I even got here. Let's go!"

The Magicist held up a hand, silently telling him to stop. With a frown, he did so. "Did Percy come by here?"

Plague Knight was silent as he mulled over his options. On one hand, the horse was annoying beyond belief. On the other, however, he had his moments of competence that made it worthwhile to have him around for.

Inwardly smiling, he decided. "No clue," he answered. "Why, what happened to him?"

"He heard about your situation and took off running. Hell, the only reason we're here right now is I was chasing after him, and the workers followed."

"You're really slow runners, then."

"He's a horse; of course he's faster than us."

Plague Knight nodded at the reasoning. He started walking, and everyone followed. "So… where's Mona?"

And… scene!

I do hope that was too your liking. I cut it short there because it just seemed perfect, and plus if I kept going then I'd likely have to make an AU for my AU. And that just seems redundant.

So, that's what you get.