Boxer pushed the door of the office open slowly and stepped out into the hallway. He turned towards the others, who were hesitate to leave the room. "Alright guys, we're going to the elevator and up to the top floor." Boxer said. Socks shook his head.

"No, they'll probably see us coming and shut the power down again," he said.

"Yeah, plus; a lot of bad shit always seems to happen in the elevator." Panty added.

"That…" Socks paused and thought about the elevator powering down and the axe, "is actually true."

"Well how are we supposed to…no." Boxer realized.

"The stairs." Socks clarified. Everyone in the group sighed, except Brief and Bra.

The angels and two geeks walked back to the elevator down the hall, next to it was a single push door. They entered through it, revealing a concrete staircase. Stocking looked up the seemingly endless stairwell. "Fuck that," she said. Boxer gulped.

"Let's get going then…" he said and started up the stairs.

10 Floors Later….

"THIS IS AGONY!" Boxer yelled in anguish as he weakly crawled the steps on all fours. "I can't do this! Whose idea was this?"

"YOURS! GENUIS!" Panty yelled from behind him. She was also crawling. Socks was still on his feet, but was gradually slowing down. Stocking followed behind him. She suddenly dropped to her knees.

"Socks," she called to him, "I can't go any further."

Socks stopped in his tracks and walked back down to her. She scooped her off the ground and held her. "You don't have to," he said, and continued walking up the stairs.

Bra and Brief, who were both completely unfazed by the massive stair climbing, looked back at the angels. They were two flights behind them. Bra looked at Brief with a raised eyebrow, her way of asking what's wrong with them.

"I don't know." Brief said shrugging.

Two floors later, Stocking tapped Socks' chest. He looked down at his new found girlfriend in his arms. "I'm thirsty," she told him.

"You're not even climbing." Socks pointed out.

"It's hot in here." Stocking explained. Socks sighed.

"Maybe there's a water fountain on the next floor." Socks guessed. He called Boxer ahead of him.

"Hey Boxer, Stocking needs a drink, we'll stop at the next floor, you guys keep going and we'll catch up."

"Ok, Socks." Boxer acknowledged his brother and continued on.

Socks set Stocking down when they reached the door marked "29". Sure enough, there was a water fountain on the right side of the hallway. Stocking ran up to it and took a long drink from it. Socks followed behind her. "Feeling better?" he asked, rubbing her back as she drank.

Stocking brought her head up from the fountain. "Yeah," she said, wiping her face.

Suddenly, both angels heard the elevator ding and the doors opening down the hall where they had come from. They looked and saw a blue haired demon they've never seen before walking out of the elevator towards them, it was Crewsocks. Socks stared at him, mouth agape. "Crazy bitches actually did it," he said.

Crewsocks stopped when he was ten feet away from them; he had his black and gold tomahawks withdrawn. "Stocking," Socks said, turning away from the demon and facing her, "get back to the others now."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'll hold him off. Tell Boxer to keep going to the top floor," he said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Stocking took both of his hands in hers.

"I love you," she said, kissing him on the lips.

"I love you too." Socks said, breaking the kiss, "Now go." Stocking ran pass Crewsocks, who made no attempt to go after her, and to the stairwell next to the elevator. She pushed open the door and ran up the stairs to rejoin the others. At the same time, Socks withdrew his Sais. After the stairwell door slammed shut, Crewsocks spoke.

"Cute," he commented. Socks wasn't sure if it was aimed towards the kiss him and Stocking just shared or Stocking in general.

"Oh, they gave you the ability to speak?" Socks asked, raising and eyebrow.

"Of course, I have a voice worth hearing."

"You have nothing worth anything," Socks said coldly, "You're a replicate, a sloppy copy of someone else, you have no heart or soul."

Crewsocks cackled. "Then I will feel nothing when I kill you." The demon and the angel charged each other.

….

"Boxer! Boxer!" Stocking yelled as she ran up the stairs to the top floor. Boxer was about to push open the door to the 30th floor.

"What is it Stocking? Where's Socks?" he asked, seeing her in a frenzy.

"Fighting a demon." Stocking answered his question.

"What!?"

"He said he could handle it." Stocking explained.

"Well, that's one less demon we have to fight." Panty said, still catching her breath from the stair climbing. Boxer sighed.

"If Socks says he could handle it, then he could handle it," he said.

….

Socks' light blue Sais collided with Crewsocks' black and gold tomahawks. The angel kicked the demon in the stomach, sending him down to the floor. Crewsocks recovered by backwards summersaulting back onto his feet. Socks sprinted up to him and drove a Sai into his thigh. The replicate dropped to one knee. With his hand now empty, Socks gave an upper cut under his opponent's chin. Crewsocks flew onto his back, during his fall; Socks reclaimed his Sai from his leg. Instead of blood, the angelic weapon was coated with black ooze. The demon slowly got back up, "Not bad," he commented and charged Socks again.

Socks' shoulders her violently seized by Crewsocks and he was roughly thrown to into the wall. He cried out as his stapled back hit the hard surface behind him. He saw the blue haired demon preparing to throw a tomahawk at him. Before it could hit him, Socks moved out of the way. The tomahawk impaled itself into the wall. Socks then tackled Crewsocks to the ground and began violently punching him in the face. With his back turned towards the elevator, Socks was unaware of it opening again and someone walking through it.

The angel lifted a Sai and positioned it over Crewsocks' forehead. Before he could drive it down, he was hit on the back of the head with a sawed off shotgun. Socks lost consciousness and collapsed on Crewsocks, who roughly pushed him off. Crewsocks looked up to see his "brother", Jockstrap, offering his hand down to him. He took it and was pulled to his feet. "I had him." Crewsocks said, dusting himself off and wiping his black blood off his face.

"Sure you did." Jockstrap said, looking down at the knocked out Socks.

….

When Stocking, Panty, Boxer, Brief, and Bra entered the 30th floor, it was pitch black. Panty clapped a couple times in the darkness. "Panty, what the hell are you doing?" Stocking asked her.

"Trying to get the lights on, maybe they have a clapper," she responded. After two more claps, the lights did come on.

"Awesome! Hey guys! Did you see-" Panty's celebration was cut short when her eyes adjusted to the light. She saw that they were surrounded by the army of darkness. The dead knights stood with their weapons pointed at the angels and two geeks. Scanty and Kneesocks pushed their way to the front so they could see them.

"And you were so close too." Scanty taunted them.

TO BE CONTINUED