"GET HIM UP!" Boxer screamed as he knelt down and hung one of his unconscious brother's arms around his neck.

Stocking backed into a corner of the elevator, immobilized by shock. None of them saw the axe coming. Socks was out from shock. Panty just stared down at the axe in Socks' back, her eyes widened in fear. Bra and Brief had their hands over their mouths.

Boxer looked helplessly up at everyone. "GUYS! HELP ME! PLEASE!" he yelled. Everyone in the elevator stood still.

"AGH! YOU GUYS ARE NO HELP AT ALL!" Boxer hysterically yelled. He picked Socks up bridal style, the axe was still stuck in his back.

"Bra!" he yelled, "Stop the elevator on the next floor!"

Bra snapped out of her shock and looked above the elevator doors to see what floor they were coming to; floor seventeen. She slammed the seventeen button and the elevator began to slow down. It came to a stop and dinged. The doors slowly opened, revealing a hallway looking exactly like the one they were previously on.

Boxer exited the elevator first, carrying Socks. Panty, Stocking, and the two geeks followed him. The gay angel stopped at the first door he came to. He kicked the door open and entered the room. It was another office, at this point, they were sure that every room in City Hall was like this.

"Panty! Clear this desk!" Boxer yelled, motioning at an unsuspecting work station. With one arm, Panty swiped everything off the desk. The office supplies made a crashing noise when it hit the floor. Boxer laid Socks on his belly on the desk. Stocking quickly pulled up a chair in front of the desk near Socks' head, so he could see her if he woke up.

Socks regained consciousness a minute after Boxer laid him down. His vision cleared and he saw Stocking sitting in front of him. She held one of his hands in hers. "Stocking?" he said, weakly, "What happened?"

He suddenly winced in pain. Slowly, he turned his head and saw the axe, still in his back. Stocking felt his grip tighten in her hand. "GET IT OUT!" he screamed, thrashing around on the desk.

Boxer grabbed both of his shoulders and held him down. "SOCKS! I'M GOING TO HELP YOU! BUT YOU HAVE TO CALM DOWN!" he yelled.

"BOXER! THERE'S A FUCKING AXE IN MY BACK!" Socks yelled back, "IT HURTS!" Boxer hated seeing his brother in pain.

"Alright! I'm going to get it out!" Boxer said, and reached toward the axe's handle, but stopped. He realized that if he pulled it out, Socks would also bleed out.

"Do we have anything we could patch Socks up with in here?" Boxer asked. Panty searched around the room and picked something off another desk.

"Uh...here's a stapler," she said. Socks' head shot up.

"No fucking way! You are not stapling me!" he yelled.

"Socks, we have to. It's this or nothing, it's all we have." Boxer said. Socks sighed.

"Alright, fine. Just...get it over with," he said, fear in his voice.

"Panty hold him down." Boxer ordered. Panty gave the stapler to Bra and held Socks down the same way Boxer did. The gay angel then grabbed the axe's handle with both hands.

"Alright Socks, ready?" Boxer asked his brother.

"Yeah. Yeah. Do it already." Socks hurried Boxer along.

"Ok, one...two...three!" Boxer began pulling the axe out. The second he started pulling, Socks let out a loud scream of pain. Brief and Bra covered their ears while Boxer kept pulling.

"Socks! You have to be quiet! The Army of Darkness might hear us!" Boxer said.

"FUCK YOU! THIS HURTS SO BAD!" Socks screamed back at him. He continued screaming and squeezing Stocking's hand even harder. The Gothic Lolita cupped his cheek with her free hand, trying to soothe him.

"Stocking shut him up!" Panty yelled at her sister, still holding Socks down.

Stocking put her hand over his mouth. It didn't silence him or muffle his screams. The room was still filled with his cries of pain.

"Socks, please." Stocking begged him.

"Stocking...it hurts." Socks moaned, looking at her through his teary eyes.

"STOCKING PLEASE! MY EARS ARE FUCKING BLEEDING!" Panty yelled again. Boxer almost had the axe out.

Stocking removed her hand from Socks' mouth and put it back on his cheek. She inched her head close to his. His vision was blurred because of all his tears, but he still saw her. "Stocking…" he painfully moaned.

"It's ok Socks, I'm here," she said, and closed the gap between their faces and kissed him on the lips.

At first, Socks' eyes widened in disbelief before closing and returning the kiss. He had completely stopped screaming and only let out moans that were muffled. Socks put both his hands on Stocking's cheeks and deepened the kiss.

With one last jerk, Boxer got the axe out of his brother's back. He threw to the ground before Bra handed him the stapler. "Boxer…" Panty said softly.

"What?" he said, turning away from Bra and to her. Panty pointed to their younger siblings kissing.

"I fucking knew it." Panty said. Boxer only smiled at the sight. He turned his attention back to the task at hand.

"Ok, Socks, I'm putting the staples in." Boxer notified. Socks took his lips off Stocking's and turned his head to face his brother.

"Alright," he simply said. Boxer started stapling his brother's open back. With each staple, Socks let out a soft yelp, but was quickly comforted by Stocking rubbing his cheek.

Boxer put in the last staple. "Done," he said.

….

Fifteen minutes later, everyone had calmed down. Boxer stationed himself next to the door of the office room. Every now and then he would look out the door to see if any undead knights were there.

Brief had fiddled with the security camera in the room and got to display a still image of what the office looked like before they came in. The four demons in the security room wouldn't even know they were there. Bra fell asleep in one of the chairs was snoring softly. Panty was seated in front of a computer watching porn.

Socks was seated on the floor with his back against the wall. A pillow from one of the chairs was between the wall and his back, cushioning his stapled wound. Stocking was sitting next to him, her hand still in his. Socks also had his arm around her. "Stocking?" Socks asked, shaking her a little. He needed to ask her a question that's been eating away at him for the last fifteen minutes.

"Yeah?" she acknowledged him by turning her head up towards him.

"That kiss...was it to shut me up or because…"

"I love you?" she finished.

"...Yeah" Socks said. Stocking kissed his cheek and nuzzled his neck.

"Both," she said, giggling softly. Socks laughed a little at this too.

"You look like you enjoyed it." Stocking said.

"I did, and believe I wanted it. It's just that I never believed that our first kiss would involve a medieval weapon in my back." Socks said.

"Oh, you saw us kissing?" Stocking asked. Socks shrugged.

"Who hasn't?"

"Well, how did you see it?" Stocking asked him. Socks pulled her closer to him.

"I saw us kissing in front of City Hall burning in the background with Panty sodomizing Scanty with her own guns and Boxer making out with Brief because he got too excited."

"City Hall? You mean after we get the Necronomicon page?" Stocking asked.

"Yeah, I was going to admit my feelings for you after all this is over." Socks said.

"Guess that came early." Stocking said.

"Yeah...and I'm ok with it." Socks said, kissing her forehead.

Boxer came over from the door and sat down beside them. "How are you feeling Socks?" he asked.

"I fine Boxer, you did a good job with the staples." Socks said.

"What are brothers for?" Boxer said, looking towards the floor.

"What's wrong?" Socks asked, clearly seeing his discomfort.

"...In the elevator, I was scared, Socks. That you're going to die." Boxer said honestly.

"But I'm fine." Socks said.

"This isn't the first time I almost lost you." Boxer continued, "There were the fights with Cthulhu and Trenchcoat, you almost died during both of them."

"We won those fights and we survived. What are you saying, Boxer?"

"I should've been the one with those staples." Boxer said. Socks gasped.

"When we first came down here, you said, 'I have my own reasons to be here', and I respect that, but now I want to know why. What is that reason? What is the reason why you are down here, hurting yourself like this? You should be back up in Heaven with dad, safe and sound. You're my brother and I love you, but I want to know why you're on Earth helping me with my punishment, when I could be doing it alone?" Boxer finished.

There was dead silence in the room. Socks thought for a second, there's no way out this time, before speaking again. "You're my brother and I love you." Socks repeated some of Boxer's words.

"What?' Boxer asked, confused.

"I don't care about being up in Heaven. I don't even care about dad. I care about you." Socks said. Boxer put the pieces together in his mind.

"You're here...for me." Boxer realized. Socks nodded.

"I know you try to protect me whenever you get a chance, but let me protect you." Socks said. Boxer turned to Stocking, who Socks still had under his arm.

"Stocking is this true?" he asked her.

"Yes he told me awhile ago," she said. (See Legwear Ghost Hunt Part 1).

So many things were going through Boxer's head at that moment. Too many things in fact. The gay angel just turned his head to the floor and began sobbing as tears came streaming down his face.

Socks released his arm around Stocking and let go of her hand. He scooted closer to his big brother and hugged him tightly. Boxer returned the embrace even tighter and held his brother close, his tears showed no signs of stopping. "I love you Boxer." Socks said.

"I love you too, little bro." Boxer sobbed, "I'm so happy to have you as a brother."

Panty paused her porn and looked over to the two hugging Anomie brothers. "Did I miss something?" she asked a sleeping Bra.

TO BE CONTINUED