Hey Arnold! The Maximum Curly Saga Chapter 75: By Demons Be Driven, Part 6, a hey arnold fanfic

CHAPTER 75: BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN, PART 6

The Green Eye will face the greatest challenge not of his life, but to his moral code:

Kill or be killed.

The Freak has planned some perverted form of a tournament to make him break his code at last, making use of a group of 5 villains meant to attack and kill him. With their quick defeat and subjugation, the predators quickly became the prey, only to be turned to predators again to a new prey altogether.

Now, that prey is being brought out to them for them to fight. Escorted down into the pit of Quigley Stadium, his hands shackled in metal handcuffs and chains to his feet, he could not make any attempts to fight back; forced to move to their will and see what sort of spectacle the Freak had planned for him.

Taking a look to the crowded seats of Quigley Stadium, he realized that there were certainly no simple plans for his death.

The rows of the stadium were filled nearly to the brink with all sorts of agents of chaos, adult adolescents, trustees of modern chemistry, and all other manners of nihilists and killers. Almost all had a gun or rifle in hand, raising their weapons in the air to call for the death of the Green Eye, shouting various manners of insults his way.

"Fuck you, Green Eye!" One spectator shouted.

"You're gonna get eaten up and spit out, little man!" Another spectator shouted.

"You're on a one-way ticket to hell, boy!" A different spectator shouted.

"Welcome to the jungle, baby! You're gonna die!" A fourth spectator shouted.

As the Green Eye took his shameful walk to the center of the stadium, enduring insults and taunts as far as the ear could hear, the Freak carried on with his own end of his planned show. Jury-rigging a camera setup and guerrilla broadcast, he compromised a system capable of broadcasting to the rest of the nation, ensuring that what he had to show would not be limited to Hellwood, but shared with the rest of the world.

Sending one lackey to the camera duties, he ordered the broadcast to begin, making sure his revolution would be televised.

"Alrighty then... let's get this party started!" The Freak said.

As the Green Eye was whisked off to battle, the Hillwood Heroes had their final member awakened and soon ready for a battle of their own. Buckley Lloyd, no longer exiling himself to a comatose state, returned back to the armory of the Hillwood Heroes, making his way straight to his armored suit.

Securing back armor plating on his costume, once again resembling the image of an Arthurian knight, the persona of Buckley Lloyd was put away, making way for the more urgently-needed persona of Valiance, the white knight of Hillwood. Securing his helmet in place, he was back in the familiar guise he once proudly wore before, but did so now with dispassion, concerned with only the task at hand.

Knowing of his misdeeds after the death of Insect Girl, Helga heeded a dire reminder to him of said task.

"Don't forget why we woke you up." Helga said.

"I haven't forgotten." Valiance said.

Placing on her own mask, Helga put away her own persona away in favor of that of Baise-Moi's, reverting to her superhero form to rescue the Green Eye.

"Good." Baise-Moi said.

Wasting no time to get on their way to the rescue, the team all secured their familiar weapons, loading themselves into the mobile tank known as the War Horse.

Lars, adding his own personality to the rescue mission, took a bumper sticker out of his pocket and slapped it on the back of the War Horse. The bumper sticker was a tacky and cliche choice for any car, but not above Lars' tastes, reading: 'GAS, GRASS, OR ASS - NO ONE RIDES FOR FREE'.

"Lars, get your ass in here before we run it over." Valiance said.

Not wanting to provoke the lethal protector, Lars quivered back in fear, quietly obeying the command.

"Yes, sir." Lars cowered.

Loading himself in the War Horse, the team drove off to the destination of Quigley Stadium, driving down the roads as fast as they could to make their way to the rescue of the Green Eye. Having nothing blocking their path in the way of traffic or obstacles, their drive was an expedient one...

...but not one without its troubles, as evidenced by the continued bickering of Lars and Sid.

"Wimp." Sid snarked.

"Homo." Lars quipped.

Far away, in the oval office of the White House, President Milius Arcudi sat impetuously at his desk, surrounded by the Secretary of Defense and various generals to discuss the situation of Hellwood. Fearing that his suicide squad had failed its task, the President grew anxious over the lack of news from his team, leaving him with little to do at the moment.

"Damn it. They fucked us. I should've known it, they fucked us!" President Arcudi said.

"Now, Mr. President, we don't know that for sure. Lang Island is a lot of ground to cover, and they could just still be on the search for the target." The Secretary of Defense said.

"It is possible that the Freak could simply have perished in the Fall. For all we know, the man had little to no powers to speak of. I mean, if he had some sort of supernatural ability, then he surely would've used them the first time around, wouldn't he?" A general asked.

"We don't know what Dr. Yuzna's Sahelanthropus Procedure entailed or what else was done to him during that time. Any number of things could've happened to him during that time to get powers." Another general said.

"Unless the son of a bitch was just playing dumb and waiting for some moment to strike. You never know what he could be planning." A different general said.

"Okay, gentlemen, let's not get carried away here. Bottom line is: No news is good news. If we haven't heard anything yet, we should hear something soon." The Vice President said.

As soon as the Vice President ended his sentence, an aide, accompanied by Secret Service members, entered the room with an unexpected emergency.

"Mr. President? Sir? There's something going on on TV. It seems that the Freak is broadcasting across the nation in order to address us." The aide said.

The news brought a surprise and shock to all in the room, driving them to give the issue the attention it promptly needed.

"Show us. Turn on the TV." President Arcudi said.

Turning on the television as ordered, the aide powered the device on, immediately pulling up the moving image of Hillwood's most well-known local reporter: Lisa Bartholomew. Dressed in raggedy clothes that were once her pressed-clean work uniform, she stood in front of the camera with a microphone in hand, giving a faux report on the Freak's show with her audio amplified throughout the stadium.

"H-Hello, I'm Lisa Bartholomew, reporting in from Quigley Stadium in Hellwood... probably for the last time in my career. As you can see behind me, thousands of occupants of Hellwood have gathered to witness the Freak's promise of killing the Green Eye; a promise which has them all waiting anxiously with itchy trigger fingers. Here to report more on this is the Freak himself, who is hosting this event." Lisa Bartholomew said.

Quickly passing off the microphone to the Freak, Lisa backed away from the camera, trying to reserve herself away from the scene in self-preservation. Now, with the Freak on the screen, he looked at the camera with a smile, addressing the President as well as the rest of the nation he represented.

"Good morning, America. My name's the Freak. If you're a good, old-fashioned, red-hot-blooded American, then you probably knew that by now, but it looks like there's a few of you that don't quite know who I am yet. Particularly, a fat-assed fat-cat corporate whore known as Milius Arcudi, who most of you voted for as president. I mean, I get that the other guy wasn't even for healthcare reform, but, a Republican? Should've gone Green Party. Anyways, the Prez here sent after a group of has-beens down to my turf because his approval ratings are starting to go under, and he wanted to see just how bad the Hellwood problem was starting to get. More specifically, he wanted to know how dangerous I am and how to get rid of me. Well, worry not, Prez, I'm here to help answer that for myself." The Freak said.

The Freak pulled out a small handgun, cocking back the hammer and preparing to fire.

"Now, kids, this is a very dangerous and deadly stunt I'm about to do, and it can seriously hurt or even kill the people you love, so be absolutely sure to try this at home with the biggest gun you can find. This here is a .38 special; decent stopping power, can usually kill anything with one hit so long as you hit the right spot. Just to show you this isn't a prop..." The Freak said.

Aiming his gun at Lisa Bartholomew, the Freak made her instantly jump back, quickly turning to run away. Before she could escape from the imminent threat of a bullet, the Freak shot her in the head, the bullet going straight through her eye and killing her instantly, sending her dead body falling to the ground.

"You saw how quickly that cunt died. Now, you get to see what that does to me." The Freak said.

Putting the handgun against his head, the Freak pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through his skull. Just as it had done with the test subject that had proven the gun's authenticity, the bullet took with it blood and pieces of brain, scrambling and mutilating the tissue within. Subsequently, the Freak fell on the ground, appearing to be dead from the gunshot wound.

Picking himself up off the ground, he showed that this was not to be the case. Tilting his head to the camera to show the bullet hole, he displayed that his body was already starting to heal from the shot, showing brain closing in on itself, skin and hair regrowing, and bone regenerating to close the wound.

The President and generals had seen their fair share of violence and mutilation, but never before today had they seen anything of the sort, nor would they again.

Tossing aside the handgun, the Freak wiped the blood away from his head, patting himself down to shove the dust off his body. Excited over the thrill of his resurrection, finding a rush greater than that of a near-death experience, he laughed his own demise off with a smile.

"For those of you who haven't tried a suicide attempt, I highly recommend you do so. It's very liberating for the soul. But, in any case, I believe I've made my point. I can't be killed. I've been shot up like Swiss cheese, blown to bits, and all other kinds of mutilations, a lot of which are my own, but I just keep comin' back no matter what. A 5-man group of losers ain't gonna cut it. There's only one man who can stop me, and I brought him for you here today: The Green Eye!" The Freak shouted.

The event brought its sole attention upon the person which the entire show was built upon: The Green Eye. Still showing their discontent and hatred for the Green Eye and all he stood for, the audience jeered and booed at him, tossing various small objects like food, rocks, and other debris at him.

The guards that were watching the Green Eye advanced him forward, putting him on his knees, kneeling in the middle of the stadium while the Freak watched down on him. Continuing to have the attention of the audience both domestically and nationally, the Freak kept up the hype of the event, furthering his own speech to the President and the rest of the country.

"For the past year now, the Green Eye has been the new model citizen for the country to follow. Because of his one-man war on pain, there have been countless assholes that followed the example he set, making way more goody-two-shoes pricks in eye-straining costumes. But as many times as you can replicate the original, you can never duplicate it. The Green Eye is a unique one of a kind, truly incorruptible, an immovable object if there ever were one. During his fight in Hillwood, he almost single-handedly wiped out all crime, depression and suicide rates had gone rock bottom, quality of life was overall higher, and his image was oh-so marketable for tourism. But you're not in Kansas anymore, asshole. This isn't Hillwood anymore. It's Hellwood. You can fight on and on and try to force your will onto everyone, but you can never have your idea of peace come to life here. This is hell on Earth, and there's nothing you can do to change that. And you're about to find out that this fucking city can make ANYBODY CRAZY!" The Freak shouted.

Taking pride in their city of chaos, the audience cheered on the Freak's speech, chanting on the name of their city aloud in joy.

"HELLWOOD! HELLWOOD! HELLWOOD! HELLWOOD!" The audience chanted.

"That's why tonight's going to be a special night, filled with entertainment for people of all ages. This is, of course, a celebration, and what good is a celebration without a little music?" The Freak asked.

At the end of the Freak's sentence, musicians began walking behind him on the set, picking up instruments to prepare to play a song. Eagerly awaiting the promise of music, a commodity missed far more than most in Hellwood realized, the audience cheered in anticipation at the promise.

Holding his microphone tight in hand, the Freak raised it to his lips one last time to call for the music to begin.

"So, allow me to play you a little something from the greatest band in the whole wide world... K... M... F... D... M!" The Freak shouted.

[Soundtrack Cue: KMFDM - Go To Hell (Fuck MTV Mix)]

Author's Note: The next portion of this chapter uses lyrics from the aforementioned song: 'Go To Hell (Fuck MTV Mix)' by KMFDM, first appearing on their album 'Naïve/Hell to Go' from 1994. The songwriting credits belong to Sascha Konietzko, En Esch, Günter Schulz, and Mark Durante, and the distribution rights belong to Metropolis Records (formerly by Wax Trax! Records). No copyright infringement is intended.

Beginning the performance of the song, the drummer began to beat against his drums in a steady rhythm, like beating against a war drum rallying troops into war. The drums were quickly accompanied by synthesizers and guitars, adding more sound to the music; a motion which quickly brought the audience to a roaring cheer.

With the instrumentals at play, next came the lyrics, provided by the Freak himself.

"I've been to Congo,

I lived in Rome,

Spent my lifetime,

To waste my brain,

Now it's the same time running,

Out for you and me,

That pushes, pulls, and drags me, baby,

Back to thee..." The Freak sang.

Enjoying the performance, the crowd gave out a victorious shout, feeling empowered over the music.

"With all my guts and bollocks,

I don't regret fearing and burning,

Sometimes I wonder,

I can't get enough,

You're cute and stupid,

I want it fast,

I want to go to hell...

I want to go to hell..." The Freak sang.

As the song passed its first chorus, the crowd began to grow even wilder by the minute. In between being sandwiched between one another in the rows of the stadium, having their eardrums nearly blown out with the loud music blasted over the speakers, the energy in the audience was growing to a near uncontrollable state.

"I want to flee,

To free my brain,

I never do,

Something right,

Leaving the body,

Taking mine,

In total control,

Into the night,

I want to go to hell...

Yes, I do,

I want to go to hell...

Now, now, now,

I want to go to hell..." The Freak sang.

With the second passing of the song's chorus, the audience began to grow even more rambunctious. Many in the audience were beginning to strip their clothes off, displaying their genitalia in full, subsequently to be taken and have theirs stimulated with another's.

In addition to the sudden breakout of an orgy, many began firing their rifles and other weapons into the air, shooting bullets into the air in vengeful screams. The display of violence coupled with sex, all to the ultra-heavy beat of the music, the celebration quickly became a complete and deadly unloading of the id, putting all of human impulse and rage on full display.

The Freak took pleasure in what he was seeing, smiling on the excessive showing of chaos in the crowd.

"I want to go,

I want to go,

I, I want to go to hell, to hell, to hell...

Yes, I do,

I want to go to hell...

Yes, I do,

I want to go to hell, to hell, to hell..." The Freak sang.

Witnessing all the energy that his followers were putting into the song, fully engrossing themselves in the beat, the Freak decided to join them as well. Rather than choose to find a partner to perform any sexual acts on stage with or fire any weapons, however, his choice of engagement was another display of his power.

Kneeling down to the ground, the Freak subsequently stood back up and launched himself in to the air, taking flight into the starry night sky.

"With all my guts and bollocks,

I don't regret fearing and burning,

I saw the light,

I stitched my wounds,

I picked the orchids,

In Nicaragua's jungle..." The Freak sang.

The Freak continued to sing along to his celebration of chaos and disorder, flying back and forth across the sky as if the air were naught but his own personal pool to swim in. Acting nonchalant and carefree attitude to the performance, spinning and dancing in the air, he could not enjoy himself anymore than he was then.

Watching their leader fly above their heads, the audience all gave triumphant shouts when seeing him in the air; their yells as if cheering on to a god in worship. A description might seem like a mere simile on paper, but the Freak would not be so dismissive of such a statement. With a simple look into the hearts and minds of his audience, he knows this is reality.

And he loves it.

"With all my guts and bollocks,

I don't regret fearing and burning,

I miss your gams,

So wet and shiny,

You're my Vietnam child,

Kiss my scars away,

I want to go to hell...

Yes, I do,

I want to go to hell...

Now, now, now,

I want to go to hell, to hell, to hell...

Yes, I do,

I want to go to hell...

Now, now, now,

I want to go to hell!" The Freak sang.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Concluding his performance, the Freak landed back in place of where he originally stood, giving a bow to his audience. The audience, in return, cheered and shouted even louder and more supportive of him, pledging their praises and allegiance to the one who would lead them further down chaos and madness.

The Green Eye watched the enthusiastic output of the audience, and, little by little, he was starting to feel as though there truly was no way he could help these people.

Resting just above the entirety of the show itself, there entered the next players of the show, acting instead as soon-to-be show-stoppers. Keeping themselves undetected and maintaining a stealthy approach, the Hillwood Heroes made their way to the top of the stadium, ready to make their surveillance at a safe distance.

With Valiance away at another location as needed for their plan, the remaining three; Baise-Moi, Bad Boy, and Lars, carefully watched over the stadium, making good use of their high position to gain a wide view. Needing a closer look, Bad Boy pulled out a pair of binoculars, holding them to his eyes to see the ground below.

"What do you see, Sid?" Baise-Moi asked.

"Uh... Nothing. I forgot to take off the lens caps." Bad Boy said.

Annoyed with Bad Boy's juvenile mistake, Baise-Moi and Lars gave a mutual sigh, letting out annoyed groans at his gaff.

"Tell me, White Boy, did your parents happen to meet at a family reunion?" Lars asked.

"No, but Stinky's did." Bad Boy said.

Correcting his mistake of leaving on the lens caps, Bad Boy quickly removed them from the binoculars, bringing them back to his eyes.

Taking a look down the magnifying lenses of the field glasses, Bad Boy observed the pit of the stadium, watching the Green Eye sit at the pitcher's plate. Following his eyes to a stage set on the top of the stadium, there laid the Freak, bringing his next announcement over the microphone.

"Now, on to the main event of the night. When the Prez sent a team to try to take me out, his choice was some people he considered disposable, some people that wouldn't be missed. Understandable, but foolish. His choice of a disposable team was a group of 5 villains most well-known for the Silver Sentinel Scandal, or, 'S3' as some people call it. I'm sure that they might've been a challenge for some teeny-bopper suburbanite punk, but, not to toot my own horn, they were pushovers against me. I thought about just killing them, but, then, I wondered, where's the fun in that? Why should I have all the fun? Especially when I could use them to finally break the Green Eye? So, for our main show tonight, I have for you... a gladiator tournament!" The Freak shouted.

Excited over the promise of an ultraviolent battle in the stadium, the crowd cheered on once again, eagerly awaiting the battle to ensue.

Giving a gesture to one end of the stadium, the Freak directed the attention of the audience to a door opening to give way to the first gladiator. Stepping through the door was the explosives extraordinare himself, Nailbomb, giving a shout to the audience to show himself ready and anxious to fight.

"A former E.O.D. expert for the Army, built himself a suit loaded top to bottom with every explosive in the book, let's hear it for Nailbomb!" The Freak shouted.

The crowd cheered in support of Nailbomb, to which the villain raised his hands and gave another shout in anticipation.

Another door to the stadium opened up, out of which came the next of the contestants: Icebreaker. Walking out into the field, he threw a cryogenic blast to the ground, creating a mass of ice that grew into a large pillar, which he subsequently stepped on top of and gained more cheers from the audience.

"There's no man on Earth colder than him: He can create ice with the simple wave of his hand and freeze anything solid at his whim, give it up for Icebreaker!" The Freak shouted.

The crowd cheered again for Icebreaker, to which he responded with a wave to the audience.

Another door to the stadium opened as well, with the next villain coming out to prepare for battle. The next to come was Decibel, a commander of the soundwaves themselves. Taking in the cheers of the audience, muting their very cheers for a split-second, he fired the sound back out in a blast to showcase his power.

"When you want it loud, he gives it to you louder than you can ask for. Put your hands together for Decibel!" The Freak shouted.

The crowd cheered over the villain, to which he took in without action, allowing his suit to charge from the audience's loud cheers.

Yet another door opened, allowing the entry of the next villain to come in to join the tournament. Coming next was a man whose carapace was hard as steel and claws more than capable of slicing through it like butter; a walking powerhouse built on the image of a small and seemingly insignificant crustacean.

"The depths of the ocean have many terrors to offer, but none so strong and versatile as the one known as Killer Crab! Give him some love!" The Freak shouted.

As the crowd gave cheers to the oncoming Killer Crab, the aforementioned villain smashed the ground with his claws, leaving large holes in their places.

Coming up last, but not making himself the least, Tommy Gunn made his own entrance to the tournament. Walking up to a wall of the stadium, he began firing an entire magazine into it. When emptying the magazine's contents, the wall spelled out his name in full, 'TOMMY GUNN', and he tossed the empty magazine to the crowd.

"No one loves the classics more than this man; he lives for the suave and suede of the 30s and gives it all a modern twist! Shout out loud for Tommy Gunn!" The Freak shouted.

Taking in the praises of the crowd, Tommy Gunn took off his hat and gave a bow, placing his hat back on after with a tip.

Watching the opposition that the Heroes would soon be facing, Bad Boy dropped his binoculars in fright, sporting a terrified expression on his face.

"Fuck this!" Bad Boy said.

Bad Boy began running away from the situation altogether; his crippled and addled mind telling him to abandon the mission. Baise-Moi and Lars, coming too far to allow him to give into cowardice so quickly, snatched him and dragged him back, not permitting him to leave.

"Don't even think about it. You're not leaving until we leave with Arnold, crackhead. Now, what's down there?" Baise-Moi asked.

"A bunch of bad guys with dangerous-looking powers. There's no way we're gonna be able to fight them all." Bad Boy said.

"Maybe we don't have to. They're gonna do some kinda gladiator shit, make Arnold fight 'em. Maybe he can whittle 'em down for us to come in." Lars said.

"Maybe. In any case, we stick to the plan. You'd better get in your place now while the Freak's distracted." Baise-Moi said.

"I'm on it." Lars said.

Temporarily leaving the Hillwood Heroes behind, Lars began climbing across the nosebleeds to reach his needed position, having his own part in the plan to fulfill. Taking the binoculars for herself, Baise-Moi began looking down at the arena herself, watching the events more carefully and observing their opposition.

But her main focus in still on the Green Eye, her having the most concern for him.

Having made the proper introductions to the villains, the Freak turned the attention of the crowd back to himself, ready to bring the game to its official start. Directing himself towards the Green Eye, he gained the man without pain's attention; both looking back at each other in full focus.

"Basic rules: 5 against one. They kill you, they win. You don't win unless you kill all 5. No calling 'Matté' or any incapacitation bullshit. You won't leave unless you break your one rule, and they won't let you try otherwise. Oh, and just to make sure I have your full cooperation, I've prepared a little incentive for you to get started." The Freak said.

Taking a remote control in one hand, he pointed it to the jumbotron, pressing 'PLAY' on a prepared video.

"You know, as much as I love the final product of our little home video, there's unfortunately so much that gets left on the cutting room floor, so much more material that adds to the overall story. So, for your viewing pleasure, I've prepared a deleted scene from said film. It'll really add much more background to the whole thing, but I think you'll understand why I decided to cut it out of the final film." The Freak said.

An image began to project upon the jumbotron screen, playing out the aforementioned 'deleted scene'. Having no clue what he was in for, the Green Eye watched the video in complete and utter confusion, not sure what purpose that it would serve in the Freak's plans.

When the first thing that came on screen was a tombstone that read 'PHILLIP AND GERTIE SHORTMAN', he quickly understood what was about to happen, or at least take very bad guesses. Instantly disliking the prospect of seeing his grandparents' grave, the Green Eye tried to stand up, but was quickly kept subdued by the guards and his chains.

Unable to move and forced to watch once again, the Green Eye could do nothing more than watch on.

Still observing at the top of the stadium, watching all that was occurring below them, the Hillwood Heroes did the same as their leader: Watching on as horrible events prepared to unfold, and staying powerless to do anything to help the Green Eye or resolve the situation.

As disturbed as the Hillwood Heroes were, however, none were anxious more than Baise-Moi.

The video cut to the grave being dug up, with the Freak inside the hole he had dug to reach what laid beneath the dirt. Subsequently returning with a pair of skeletons, one dressed in a suit and one in a dress, he climbed back out, stepping off-screen to retrieve another needed item.

Returning to the screen with a large bag, he opened it to pull out two charred corpses, but both instantly recognizable to the Green Eye:

Miles and Stella Shortman.

"Ain't this beautiful, Green Eye? One big happy fuckin' family reunion. I think the first thing that we need for a party like this is some refreshments, don't you think? How about some lemonade, everybody?" The Freak asked.

Unzipping his fly, the Freak pulled out his penis, beginning to urinate on all 4 corpses of the Shortman family in an act of pure desecration. His urination was not a simple short release of fluid, but his relief lasted almost a full minute, leaving the bodies soaked in his liquid waste.

All the while, the Green Eye intensely pulled at his restrained and squirmed to get free, with his efforts having no effect other than making the dilemma more painful.

Having concluded his release, the Freak moved on to the body of Stella Shortman, stimulating his penis to an erection.

"I would've loved to have started with sweet old granny, be able to fuck her smelly, rotten pussy, but, sadly, all that opportunity rotted away by now. Good thing mommy was here to serve as a replacement, and good thing her pussy didn't get burned, either. It looks beautiful. Warm, comfortable, and always loving. Just like a mother should be." The Freak said.

Inserting himself into the vagina of the dead Stella Shortman, the Freak began raping the inanimate corpse, thrusting away into the unmoving body like mad. With each thrust, he let out loud and exaggerated moans; the authenticity of his pleasure ambiguous, but the effect ultimately only for the purpose of provoking the Green Eye.

And serve its purpose it did, as evidenced by the Green Eye further struggling against his chains, beginning to scream in pure agony.

The same could be said for the eagle-eyed Baise-Moi, watching the event on screen and hearing her lover's painful screams all the way from the ground. While the Green Eye had the release of screaming out his pain, however, she could do nothing but hold herself back and cry, knowing that she was still helpless to intervene.

"Ngh... Ngh... Man, your mother's tight... Even after squeezing you out... If I lived in this pussy for 9 months, I wouldn't want to leave... It just feels so good- OH!" The Freak moaned.

Following a short but disgusting rape of her body, releasing a load of semen in her decaying womb, the Freak let out a satisfied and content sigh; his orgasm and the sexual act complete. Having his fill of the mother's body, he began pulling at her legs, slowly ripping her body in half like a wishbone, leaving two severed halves of the body with a head on one half and organs pouring out of both.

Moving his act of humiliation to Miles Shortman, he pulled down his pants over his body, squatting over its face.

"Ooh... you know what they say about beer and tacos... and shitting before fucking. Of course I never learn. Well, that's okay. Dear old dad was the one to give important life lessons, and more often than not the one who paid for most of yours. Let's give him his due." The Freak said.

Squeezing his bowel muscles tight, the Freak released a large heap of diarrhea on Miles' dead face, desecrating it with his waste in a loud and messy manner. The removal process took a long and grueling process, which the Freak took to cleaning up with Miles' skin; flaying off large chunks of skin from his body to use as toilet paper for his excrement and tossing the pieces on his body.

Further driven to insanity with the appalling sight, the Green Eye's struggles continued on and on, even when the very concept of freedom was out of reach for him. Having enough of his screams, his captors wrapped a gag around his mouth, stifling his screams temporarily.

Pulling up his pants from the vulgar display, the Freak moved onto the skeletal remains of the grandparents, moving on to the skeleton of Phillip, grabbing an arm and pulling it off. Grabbing the skull of the body, he removed it from the main skeleton as well, lightly juggling it in one hand.

"Hey, batter, batter... Hey, batter, batter... Hey, batter, batter..." The Freak taunted.

Throwing the skull in the air, the Freak swung the removed arm against it, whacking the skull and sending it flying against a tombstone. The skull shattered on impact, crumbling to dust when landing on its target and taking away with it a piece of the man who had first raised Arnold Shortman.

"HOME RUN! THE FREAK WINS! 1-NOTHING!" The Freak shouted.

Keeping the severed arm in his hand, the Freak began smashing the rest of the skeleton of Phillip Shortman, quickly breaking the remaining bones and leaving less and less of a physical form of the old man left. When having his fill of destroying the body, he broke the arm on his leg, tossing it aside.

Still unable to bear the horrible moving image on the screen, the Green Eye still fought back against his restraints and recent addition of a gag. The gag in his mouth did not serve much purpose of silencing his screams, but instead only served as something for him to bite down on. Biting down on the cloth, his enraged mind ordered the body to clench down hard on the gag, hard enough to where his mouth began to bleed.

With a bloody mouth and bloodier eyes on his face, the Green Eye was already at a breaking point of rage; a level of anger never before seen in him that caused even the guards watching him beginning to take a step back. Despite seeming to be pushed to the breaking point, however, the video was not yet over.

Having made use of the previous 3 corpses, there now laid the final remains of Gertie Shortman, once the senile and multi-personalitied but friendly and lovable grandmother of Arnold Shortman. Treating the past corpses with humiliation and degradation, the Freak's plan with these remains were not so similar, choosing instead to use a different approach to provoke the Green Eye.

Dancing with the skeleton in a slow serenade, the Freak hummed a romantic tune as he held Gertie's remains, caressing it gingerly and lovingly like a wife of many years. Holding her skull to his face, the Freak began kissing it and aggressively running his tongue all over it and in its eye sockets, leaving no part of it dry of his saliva.

Lubricating one eye socket with a heaping dose of his saliva, he unzipped his pants again, lowering the skeleton down to his nether regions to make use of the wet hole. Pushing his penis inside the wet eye socket, he began thrusting in and out of it, crudely copulating with the cavity clear of its cornea.

Upon witnessing the last of his deeds, what little humanity or patience that remained in the Green Eye faded away. Restrained against his will and unable to express his emotions in any way, left to fester in his mind, they bundled up strongly inside his mind, slowly driving him deeper to insanity.

Following the video, there was no semblance of a man in the Green Eye, but only a beast of pure, unrelenting rage.

Having his desired effect come forth from the video, the Freak gave a smile, changing the jumbotron to show the enraged Green Eye on screen. Giving a gesture to his guards, the Freak ordered the Green Eye removed from his restraints, which the guards quickly took to.

Seeing the expression of pure rage upon the face of the once-calm and collected hero they all knew, the Hillwood Heroes looked upon the sight of their leader in his current state as if they witnessed something like an elephant giving birth to a human: Confused, terrified, unsure what would happen next, but watching on with morbid curiosity to see.

Alone were not the Hillwood Heroes with their sentiment, as the broadcast over the rest of the country still continued to document the event in every television in America. Watching the Green Eye be reduced to a being of fury and anger, like a caged animal out for blood, their image of the man without pain began to falter.

Removing the restraits quickly and themselves quicker, the guards that once stood watch over the Green Eye departed as fast as they could, wasting no time to put as much distance between the enraged Green Eye and themselves as they could. The fact that they managed to get away easy is a miracle.

Having their target free and ready to fight at last, the villains all came closing in on the Green Eye, preparing their weapons and fists to battle against him and carry out his death sentence with enthusiasm. Their faces espoused anticipation for the task, and their minds played out possible scenarios for how to it.

But the villains that await the Green Eye now will able to fulfill said fantasies, with his full wrath now summoned.

[Soundtrack Cue: Slipknot - The Blister Exists]

With his chains released, the Green Eye rushed straight towards the closest villain to him, selecting the massive Killer Crab. His own size dwarfed in comparison to that of the cruel crustacean, but he would soon display that size would not matter against a man of his ability.

Jumping up in the air as he rushed towards Killer Crab, the Green Eye drove his knees into his face, spinning back and driving a double-kick to it next. Taking in both hits from the enemy, Killer Crab was sent flying back against a wall, crashing into it with more speed and force that any of the villains could have suspected their enemy was capable of delivering.

Continuing to approach the Green Eye, the villains began their attack on him, with Decibel and Nailbomb taking their holds of his arms. Leaping into the air again, the Green Eye pulled Decibel towards himself, gaining enough movement room to drive his foot into Nailbomb's face in a kick.

Making Nailbomb release his hand from the kick, the Green Eye immediately drove it to Decibel's face in rapid succession. Continuously beating him in the face, driving hard, white knuckles into his face, his attack began overdoing its work; cartilage began to cave in on itself on Decibel's face, crushing his nose in and leaving blood to pour out of what remained.

Tommy Gunn, readying his automatic weapon, aimed it straight at him during his beating, hoping to take advantage of his predisposition. Noticing the weapon being pointed right at him, the Green Eye also took notice of Nailbomb trying for the same approach, readying his arm-mounted grenade launcher.

Grabbing ahold of Decibel by the head, the Green Eye jumped and lifted himself with the elevation of his head, throwing him across the two villains to reach the latter. Landing two kicks to Tommy Gunn's face mid-air, he landed on top of Nailbomb, wrapping his legs around his torso and not letting go.

Keeping his hold on Nailbomb, he started to bash him in the head with his elbows, relentlessly beating away like mad and showing no signs of fatigue or pause. His efforts began paying off with his helmet starting to crack under the pressure, and eventually partially shatter open to show a selection of his face.

Gaining the attention of both Tommy Gunn and now Icebreaker, the Green Eye quickly realized their intentions of shooting at him, leading him to move on from his current target to safety. Removing himself from his target with a kick to his chest, he took with him a grenade.

Through a series of consecutive backflips and other acrobatics, the Green Eye dodged both bullets and ice blasts, moving too fast for either to keep their aim up with. Once again needing to remove Tommy Gunn from the equation, he threw the unprimed grenade to his crotch, landing a hit to his groin which made him kneel down in pain.

Running and catching the grenade, the Green Eye moved on to Icebreaker, throwing numerous punches to his stomach. Resulting from his continuous punches, he managed to drill a large hole into his stomach, almost as if chiseling out an opening from his body.

Though Icebreaker gave a dismissive smile and scoff from the action, his cynicism quickly dissipated with what came next. The Green Eye threw one last punch into the new hole, but, as he removed his fist, Icebreaker noticed that on his finger was the ring to a grenade, and the grenade he once held no longer in his hands.

Before Icebreaker could act to remove the grenade from his stomach, the Green Eye ran up his body, kicking himself off his face and following by kicking him in the chest. Falling back from the impact, the grenade embedded inside Icebreaker soon detonated, reducing half his body to ice shards in an instant.

Temporarily eliminating the threat of Icebreaker, the Green Eye moved on to Tommy Gunn once again, catching him before he was able to fire off his weapon once again. Catching the weapon in his hands, the Green Eye pointed it down to its owner's feet, causing the firing bullets to hit one.

Screaming under the pain of having one of his feet shot with a .45 caliber bullet, Tommy Gunn's pain was increased with a punch to his head, sending him to the ground just as fast as the punch came. Jumping and spinning himself over in the air, the Green Eye threw yet another punch to his head, nearly caving it in and causing it to bleed from the place of impact.

Not content with these attacks as they were, the Green Eye grabbed him by the head and began beating it against a field plate, causing his head to collide with concrete again and again. As he rendered his enemy nearly unconscious from the brutal beating, the Green Eye's attention was quickly snatched away again by the approach of another villain, recognizing him as Killer Crab.

Trying to take advantage of his incessant beating of Tommy Gunn, Killer Crab lifted his claws to drop them down of the Green Eye, but found no success in his task. The Green Eye, jumping out of the way of the claws, left the cruel crustacean to instead drive them on Tommy Gunn, nearly squashing all life out of him.

Realizing his mistake, Killer Crab paused in shock of his action, giving his enemy enough opportunity to exploit it. Running back to his enemy, the Green Eye grabbed Killer Crab by the legs and lifted him up into the air, showcasing enough strength to best someone over twice his size.

Leaning back against the ground, the Green Eye let gravity start to do its work, sending both himself and Killer Crab to the ground. Following the crushing blow, Killer Crab was slow to pick himself back up, but the Green Eye followed through said task expediently, jumping and backflipping back onto his opponent.

Landing on Killer Crab's back as he tried to get up again, his attempt to stand on his feet once again were cut short by the Green Eye landing on his back, pushing him against the ground once again. The impact made his shell crack open even further, beginning to show the man inside the suit at last.

Before able to continue his attack on Killer Crab, Nailbomb made himself present in the fight once again, preparing a grenade to fire at the Green Eye. Rolling off of Killer Crab, he pulled the cruel crustacean over him, using his suit and body as a human shield against the attack.

Firing off a grenade towards Killer Crab, Nailbomb did not stop firing at the Green Eye, seeking to finish him off at the cost of his own teammate. Concerned more with his own self-interests at this moment in time, not too dissimilar from Nailbomb's, the Green Eye thought up a way to remove both targets.

His thoughts came quicker than Nailbomb's next attack, which he prepared with a larger grenade, pulling the pin to the explosive. Turning over from Killer Crab, the Green Eye kicked him towards Nailbomb, causing him to drop said grenade. Stumbling and crawling across the ground, he hurried back to try to obtain it again and salvage his attack, but his effort landed with the grenade exploding in his face.

Blown back from the grenade blast, what remained of the suits of Nailbomb and Killer Crab were starting to reduce to naught, leaving little left to protect them against further attacks. The Green Eye approached them to take advantage of this fact, but found an interruption of an ice blast coming his way.

Dodging the blast, he turned to find Icebreaker putting himself back in the fight, even with nothing to his body but his chest, arms, and head. Seeing the Green Eye look upon him with his rageful, bloodshot eyes, he quickly realized the gravity of the mistake he made, causing him to stumble back to try to get away.

Walking up to Icebreaker faster than he could escape, the Green Eye began stomping on what remained of his body, shattering ice with each stomp of his foot. Taking away his arms, the iceman was left with nothing to attack, and all the vulnerable for the Green Eye to attack.

Driving a foot to his remaining body, his chest and head, the Green Eye sent Icebreaker flying against the wall of the stadium, everything but his head shattering upon impact. With no more body to fight with and no water to reconstitute himself, his part in the fight was over.

With only one villain still on his feet remaining, Decibel raised his arms to prepare a sound blast towards the Green Eye, making his last stand against the enemy.

Firing his sound blast, Decibel's shot was dodged by the Green Eye with a backflip, sending his kicks to his legs and no longer aiming towards him. Grabbing him by the head, the Green Eye continued what he started with the villain earlier, mercilessly punching him in the face and turning it into a pouring fountain of blood.

No longer able to stand on his feet anymore, his brain suffering too much trauma to function, Decibel fell to the ground, defeated.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

With all villains no longer moving, the Green Eye had successfully defeated all 5 of the team, but his victory was not made official in the ring. Knowing that the only way he would be allowed safe exit would be to end their lives, he made his first step towards doing so, his rage still guiding his every footstep.

Selecting the easiest of weapons to kill with, he retrieved the distinctive machine gun of Tommy Gunn, walking over to the nearest target that he could kill.

Watching the Green Eye simply grasp a gun, a tool designed only for killing, was one that brought murmurs and surprises among the crowd. None present, not even the Freak, expected such an outcome, and none dared make a sound to break the silence that befell the arena.

The one who was most tempted was Baise-Moi, never seeing her beloved making any such action, and her desire to question him was substituted with a gasp.

Making his way over to Nailbomb, the Green Eye kicked him over, placing him on his back and making his face visible. Stepping on Nailbomb's chest, he ensured that his target would not make any escape, and cemented that he would not move by making one simple gesture that translated instantly as a threat:

He pointed the gun to his head.

The action gained many surprised gasps and cheers from the audience, all chanting on him to consummate the action.

"KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" The crowd chanted.

Squeezing his finger against the trigger, the Green Eye pressed the weapon against Nailbomb's head, ensuring that the coming bullet would pass straight through his brain and kill him instantly. The image of the Green Eye has spread far and wide across the world as a universal symbol for peace, but, looking down the barrel of a gun, he starts to feel fear for that same person.

Still televised over the country and world was the event, and the sentiment was shared by all watching as well. To see even the Green Eye turn to contemplating murder on another human being, even when that same person was already beaten down worse than most injuries, even when knowing that he was pushed beyond all mental capacity, is something that none could quite comprehend nor believe.

Nonetheless, the Green Eye does not concern himself with others or their opinions of him. All he can focus on is the unrelenting anger that still eats away at him, and drives him to contemplate and consummate horrid things. Pressing the gun further against Nailbomb, the Green Eye drew cries of fear from his victim.

Leaning in with anticipation, the Freak smiled in delight, knowing that, in mere seconds, he had finally accomplished his goal.

At last, the Green Eye began squeezing down the trigger, ready to make his first kill.

"Arnold." A voice said.

Hearing the voice and recognizing it as Helga's, the Green Eye turned to the nosebleeds, quickly finding Baise-Moi looking at him. Her eyes showed a heavy fall of tears, appearing disgusted, horrified, and sad all over the choices that he had made on the battlefield.

A glimpse into her mind showed many of those emotions clear as her face communicated, but beneath that was also a sense of love that he thought was long gone.

Seeing and feeling that sense of undying love that still existed for him, even after his atrocities and all the wrong that he had inflicted upon her, the Green Eye still came to realization that his relationship with her was stronger than he had thought, and there was still a chance for it to be saved.

But above all, he knew that if he pulled the trigger, that would all come to a quick and horrible end.

Looking back at Nailbomb, he retracted the weapon from his face, dropping the magazine out of the machine gun. Continuing with his self-imposed disarmament, he removed the top of the gun from its trigger, sliding the two pieces away from each other and tossing both aside, disassembling the weapon.

The gesture brought surprise to all, and relief to Helga, but disappointment and anger to the crowd, who began jeering the Green Eye's rededication to peace.

Many were disappointed by the man without pain backing out from fully consummating the kill, but none so much as the Freak, growing annoyed with his supposed victory snatched from him. Moving to retrieve his Cobra Assault Cannon, he aimed it straight at the two.

"Fuckin' hell... You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself." The Freak said.

Pulling the trigger to the Cobra Assault Cannon, the Freak fired an explosive round straight to Nailbomb, engulfing him in an explosion which was increased by the numerous explosives already attached to his suit. Blown back from the bomb blast, the Green Eye was knocked across the stadium into a wall, crashing against it and falling to his hands and knees.

Lifting his head up, he watched as what was once Nailbomb was quickly reduced to a crater in the ground, leaving nothing left of the villain. Aiming his Cobra Assault Cannon at another of the villains, the Freak fired on his next target, moving on to the rest one by one.

Next to go was Tommy Gunn, blown to splattered pieces from his resting place on the ground. Following him was Decibel, shot and reduced to shrapnel and blood. Killer Crab died next, being blown into flying red pieces in the air. Last was Icebreaker, his still-sentient head evaporated into steam in an explosive blast. The job that was started by the Green Eye was finished by the Freak.

Nailbomb, Icebreaker, Decibel, Killer Crab, and Tommy Gunn are all dead.

Watching each villain die tragically under the cruelty of the Freak, the Green Eye's mourning was not to last, as he became next in line to be targeted by the Cobra Assault Cannon. Pointing the massive and deadly weapon at him, the Freak pressed his finger to the trigger, nearly ready to pull the trigger.

"Goodbye, Arnold." The Freak said.

Before able to finish off the man without pain, the Freak heard the sound of a chainsaw firing up, looking to find one at his neck. Turning to see who would dare put a chainsaw to his neck, he found Lars Rodriguez doing so, his robotic arm changed to its chainsaw form and ready to cut.

"Lars Rodriguez. How pleasant of you to join in." The Freak said.

"Save it. This party's over, bitch." Lars said.

Looking back to the arena, Baise-Moi and Bad Boy made their way to the pit, heading straight for the Green Eye. Lifting his arms onto their shoulders, they helped him back on his feet again, giving him a quicker way to escape the hellscape that he was forced into.

"Well, well, well. Just like you. Brave... but stupid. You're hopelessly outnumbered." The Freak said.

Not amused by the Freak's threat, Lars gave a scoff.

"Oh, yeah? You and what army?" Lars asked.

Motioning as if to say: 'If you don't believe me, see for yourself', the Freak's eyes turned to the space behind Lars, causing his captor to turn around.

What he found was a large section of the audience, all armed with rifles, machine guns, and other weapons, all pointed straight at him and ready to fire. As per usual, Lars' brawn outweighed his brain, stupidly not realizing the large army that the Freak had procured for himself.

"Oh. Right. Shit." Lars said.

Quickly changing his arm to its machine gun form, Lars jumped off the side of the stage, shooting at the gunmen as he descended. Landing on the field below, he quickly ran back to the rest of the Hillwood Heroes, regrouping with the rest of his team. Bad Boy, releasing his grip on the Green Eye's arm, pulled out his own handguns to join Lars in defending their VIP.

The audience, all armed and ready for war, began rushing down to the field, sporting their weapons and firearms and attacking the rescue team to kill them and the Green Eye themselves. Keeping the Green Eye and Baise-Moi between them, Lars and Bad Boy kept fighting off the oncoming enemies, gunning many down before they could complete their objective.

Making their way to one exit of the stadium to make their escape, they soon found it barred up and inaccessible, leaving them unable to leave. Making their stand behind a small defilade of sandbags and rocks set up nearby. Hiding behind said defilade, Lars and Bad Boy kept on firing on the oncoming enemies, making their last stand against the onslaught of attackers.

"You know, we make a good team, shooting at bad guys like this. We could really be a thing." Bad Boy said.

"Sorry, asshole. Still not gay, and I'm not going to be a Nancy any time soon." Lars said.

Keeping her lover tight against herself, protecting him from oncoming fire, Baise-Moi kept her best attempts to stay focused in the fight, but found much difficulty composing herself. With no way out seemingly possible, the rescue mission soon turned into a suicide mission, with the 'suicide' portion of that description coming to fruition sooner than later.

"Where the hell is Valiance?! Shouldn't he be here by now?!" Baise-Moi shouted.

Her answer came with the collision of a vehicle crashing against the barred gate of the exit; an act that quickly put a pause to the blitzkrieg of the attackers. The vehicle was instantly recognized as the War Horse, the armored vehicle belonging to the white knight of Hillwood, who, with the retraction of the vehicle's window, revealed him at last to Hellwood once again:

Valiance, standing tall with his suit still armored to the teeth with weapons.

"Welcome to the halftime show." Valiance said.

Raising his arms to the crowd, he began firing off countless bullets to the army of the Freak, with the War Horse also firing off to the crowd. Countless enemies befell an array of bullets in an instant, and all others quickly rushed away to cover, sparing themselves from a grizzly fate.

Gaining a moment at last to escape, the Heroes all converged inside the War Horse, driving off from Quigley Stadium at last.

Racing down the highway, the Hillwood Heroes made their departure at last, leaving Quigley Stadium and all the hell that remained inside behind. The Green Eye, still fazed by the explosion, rested in Baise-Moi's arms, with her lightly stroking at his head to comfort him back to health.

Removing her mask, she put aside the identity of Baise-Moi to see him face-to-face, removing his mask to bring back Arnold Shortman.

"Hey Arnold." Helga said.

"Helga... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Arnold said.

"Shh. It's okay. Don't worry. I'm right here. Just rest. We're okay now. We're going home."

Hearing the sound of various engines behind them, Helga's promise found a furlough to its fulfillment, as discovered by Lars looking out the window.

"Uh... We might have to take a rain check on that." Lars said.

Racing down the highway was a vast collection of cars, dirt buggies, and other machines of war driving straight towards them. Occupied by the oncoming cars were all the enemies they had thought to had left behind at Quigley Stadium, all different manners of road warriors and killers, driving to catch up and finish the job that they started.

As Valiance was the one who was driving the War Horse, the Heroes turned to him for a solution to their new problem.

"Buckley, there's too many of them. What are we going to do?" Helga asked.

"Just keep your seat belt buckled." Valiance said.

Pressing the throttle of the War Horse down, he increased the vehicle's speed, racing faster down the highway.

[Soundtrack Cue: Metallica - Fuel]

Down the road, scenting the air with burning rubber and asphalt, the Hillwood Heroes and those aligned with the Freak began their chase, heading down the highway at speeds that it had not experienced in quite some time. Once, the highway served as a simple tool to society; a simple passageway for commuters to get to places they needed to fast to live out their lives.

Now, it is but a fury road.

Keeping at their work with their firearms, the oncoming attackers shot at the War Horse with all they had, sending a tsunami of bullets towards the armored vehicle. Armored to the teeth and protected against such small arms fire, not a single round made any effect on it whatsoever, leaving the Hillwood Heroes inside safe and sound.

Nonetheless, the maelstrom of bullets made hellish noises too loud for any inside to stand, but Valiance seemed to pay it no mind. Instead, he remained himself focused on the task of escaping their puruers, as if nothing else in the world existed for him at this moment in time.

Pulling a lever on the controls, he dropped various explosives mines on the road, leaving them for the oncoming cars to run over and hit. Just as intended, they all did so; the cars being caught up in explosives. No explosion was large enough to fully detonate a car, but proved enough to derail them from the road, falling over and tumbling into other fellow drivers.

Many enemies were removed with the method, but the attackers were far from discouraged in their flight. Taking inspiration from his explosive attacks, they began making their way up to the Hillwood Heroes with many explosives of their own to use against them.

Driving up to the side of the War Horse, attackers began throwing bombs at the tank; their explosives compromised from whatever salvageable items still existed in Hellwood. With many of their ingredients being of mediocre or poor quality, they still had no effect on the War Horse, acting as little more than noisemakers.

However, some explosives with more focus on their incendiary features began to flame over the windows, causing an issue of visibility. To resolve that issue, Valiance took to removing the bombers from his path, steering the War Horse into them and driving them into the road's Jersey barriers.

Crashing into the barriers and becoming crushed against them, the attacking cars were sent tumbling down the road, joining those defeated by the mines by crashing and being sent out of the fight. The rest of the cars, staying vigilant over whatever tricks that the Hillwood Heroes had in store for them, stayed a more safer distance.

Soon, the Hillwood Heroes came into their own new set of troubles, and not one set by their pursuers. In the road was a collection of abandoned and lost cars; unoccupied and idle, but serving little more now other than massive roadblocks and obstacles to avoid.

Carefully keeping focused on his task of driving, Valiance swerved and dodged each car that came their way, moving past each obstacle with ease.

The pursuers were not so lucky nor skilled to avoid them. Some vehicles collided with many of the abandoned cars, sending many flying out of theirs and left unable to keep fighting. Still, just like the past obstacles provided, the attackers did not abandon their task, still driving after the Hillwood Heroes.

Noticing how easy they were adapting to their environment, Valiance sought to increase the difficulty for the enemy. Moving on to another control, he fired a grappling shot into one of the abandoned cars, letting it catch taut and drag it along, letting it tumble and fall behind them.

Now having a much harder obstacle to get past, the attackers fell victim to the new weapon compromised by the Hillwood Heroes; some crashing into the dragged car and others being hit by it, but all tumbling off the road and falling out of the fight. Once again, they were forced to take a further distance, avoiding the flailing car and its newfound purpose as a massive wrecking ball.

Pressing another button controlling the grappling hook let it come released, detaching the cable from the War Horse completely. Left to tumble down the road again, the abandoned car collided with more oncoming vehicles, taking many with it in a multi-car pile-up.

Still, even with many enemy cars taken out of the picture, the enemies would still not end their attack on the War Horse. Driving up once again, their obstacle no longer in their way, they once again tried for their goal of stopping the vehicle and killing the Hillwood Heroes.

This time, rather than attack the War Horse directly, the pursuers began jumping off their cars and climbing atop the vehicle. Taking various tools and weapons like hammers, axes, hatchets, crowbars, and other such items, they began to cut and dig into the build of the War Horse to get inside.

As one effort by a hammer left a crack in the bulletproof glass, Valiance reached for another counter-measure, flipping a switch on the controls.

At the command of the switch, the War Horse's exterior became electrified at thousands of volts, electrocuting the attackers atop the vehicle. Whether the shock had caused their deaths or not, each boarder fell right off the War Horse, and their bodies fell under the wheels of their allies' cars that would surely finish them off were they not dead already.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Having once again drove off the attackers, the Hillwood Heroes celebrated a temporary cheer, their efforts seeming to bear fruit.

"It's working! Keep at it, Buckley!" Helga shouted.

"Awesome! We'll be out of this in no time!" Bad Boy shouted.

"Yeah! Eat shit, you Mad Max motherfuckers!" Lars shouted.

Taking notice of one final threat added to the mix, Valiance did not share in the celebration, knowing that the worst of their troubles was coming.

"Don't call the ball now. Fat lady still hasn't sung her tune." Valiance said.

Coming up to the rest of the pursuing vehicles was a large semi truck, honking a broken and distorted horn loudly to gain the attention of the Hillwood Heroes. Looking back to see who was driving this massive war rig, they found the one most concerned over the task of stopping the Heroes, and most thirsty for blood:

The Freak.

"HEY ARNOLD!" The Freak shouted.

Still utilizing his deadly Cobra Assault Cannon, the Freak began shooting at the War Horse, seeking to destroy the armored vehicle himself.

Though the previous means of attacking the War Horse yielded less-than-impressive results, only giving minor damage at best, the Cobra Assault Cannon was a far different story. With just one shot of the weapon, a large chunk of armor and electronics were blasted off the War Horse, proving it to be the most effective weapon against the vehicle.

As the War Horse's own computer systems reported on the damage, the Hillwood Heroes knew that this new threat would be a greater challenge than the rest.

"Hold on." Valiance said.

Dodging the next shot of the Cobra Assault Cannon, Valiance dodged a large explosive blast, one that would have surely taken away more vital pieces required to keep the War Horse running. Each dodge seemed to cut closer than the previous one, as if the explosions were slowly gaining closer and closer in accuracy, moving slowly enough to make their doom clearer.

However, that doom came to a pause when the Freak had run out of ammo in his weapon. Having shot off many rounds towards the War Horse without regard, the loud explosions that his efforts were rewarded with were replaced with loud clicks, signalling that the magazine in the rifle was empty.

Angered over the expenditure of ammunition, shouting a loud 'Fuck!' over his troubles, he was forced to put his attention on reloading.

Taking advantage of their momentary pause, the Hillwood Heroes stopped to think of a solution to get themselves out of this new, seemingly unsolvable situation. With little time on their hands to do so, the need for an answer needed to be found, but none found any solution in sight.

"The Freak's not going to let up on us until we're all dead. What now?" Helga asked.

The answer came from a very unlikely place: In the addled mind of Bad Boy. Though little thoughts came through his head, and fewer of them clear, he understood clear and well that the situation that they were stuck in was one that not everyone was getting out of alive and well.

Moreso, he himself knew that, even if he were to survive, he had no true future himself to speak of; his mind too shattered and broken for a future at all. His mind was far too destroyed with all manners of narcotics that he was beyond repair, and had no chance for any normal life.

Lastly, his friends were already dead, and the only prospect he had was to join them again.

"You guys need to get out of here. I'll handle the Freak myself." Bad Boy said.

"Oh, yeah? And, uh... Exactly how are you gonna do that, crackhead?" Lars asked.

"I'm gonna take this thing and ram it straight into him. You guys need to get out of here."

The proposal came to a shock and surprise to all the Hillwood Heroes, not expecting Bad Boy to make the suggestion for his sacrifice so easily. None were so easily in favor of letting one of their own team die, but none were in disagreement that the plan was the best they had to work with.

Therefore, they had no choice but to accept his proposal.

"Alright. It's your funeral. So how do we get out of here without you?" Lars asked.

"We need a car. Your D-248 still has a grappling hook, right?" Valiance asked.

"Yeah."

"Snag a car and bring it over."

As Valiance opened the window to the War Horse, Lars crept up out of the vehicle to carry out said task. Changing his arm to its grappling hook form, he carefully selected a car out of the oncoming drivers, choosing one occupied by but two passengers: A driver and a gunner.

Firing a hookshot into the grill of the car, he successfully snagged a connection to it. He slowly began retracting the cable towards himself, taking the car with it.

Trying to pull a heavy car weighing at least 2 tons, much less one covered with armor and weapons, was not an easy task even with the high-tech D-248 Bushwacker doing the job. Nearly getting snagged out of the War Horse altogether, the Hillwood Heroes had to grab ahold of him to prevent him from being snatched away.

The drivers of the snagged car, knowing that there was no other way to free themselves other than to take out their captor, drove closer to the War Horse to carry out that task. Just as they pulled up to the vehicle to fire on the drivers, however, the gunner quickly found difficulty in his task with Valiance jumping at him.

Jumping onto the car, he grabbed the gunman by the arm, forcing his aim away and letting his bullets spray in the air without making a hit. Forcing his arm against the car door, he snapped his arm in two, making him drop the weapon altogether. Opening the car door and throwing him out in the road, Valiance forced him out of the car, making his own way inside.

Immediately getting a pistol shoved in his face from the driver, Valiance caught the arm holding it, kicking at the driver to force him out with his passenger. Pushing him against the door, the door to the car came loose and broke off, making a big enough opening for the driver to fall through.

Kicking the driver out of the open door, Valiance quickly took his place, leaving the former driver to tumble on the street and be run over.

Urging the rest of the Hillwood Heroes to board, Valiance's first passenger was Lars, desperate to make his way out to safety. Helga, carefully carrying Arnold to the side, safely and gently handed him off to Lars, subsequently joining the rest of the Hillwood Heroes in their escape.

Bad Boy finally took the hold of the War Horse, beginning to drive it alongside the commandeered car that the Hillwood Heroes took. Before he could make his suicide mission to stop the Freak, he was given one last dialogue with Lars, giving his final goodbyes to someone who still resembled his friend.

"Well, here goes nothing! Gotta be honest, though, I don't know if I can do this, man!" Bad Boy shouted.

"You can do it, man! This here's my strongest strain of powder! You'll get fucked up instantly! You'll go riding straight to Valhalla eternal, shiny, and chrome!" Lars offered.

Giving Bad Boy his dose of cocaine, Lars watched as he snorted it, becoming high in an instant of taking it. Feeling the stimulant make its way to his brain, speeding up all its functions with its chemicals altering his blood flow, Bad Boy gave a triumphant scream, now more than ready for his task.

Giving one last goodbye to Lars, Bad Boy leaned in to give him a kiss, savoring him for one last moment before his death.

"THANK YOU, MAN! I LOVE YOU! YOU WERE THE BEST DRUG DEALER AND FUCK BUDDY I EVER HAD!" Bad Boy shouted.

"Uh... Yeah, okay! Now hurry up and kill yourself, faggot!" Lars shouted.

More than happy to carry Lars' order out, Bad Boy closed the window to the War Horse's cabin, now free to make his sacrifice. Turning the vehicle around, he drove straight for the Freak. Pressing down on the throttle as hard as he could, he went to its full speed, giving nothing back.

"OH, WHAT A DAY! WHAT A LOVELY DAY!" Bad Boy shouted.

The Freak, just having reloaded his Cobra Assault Cannon, aimed it out the window again to make his next attack. Before able to fire on the War Horse again, he soon found it coming straight at him at full speed; a situation that he was not prepared for nor expecting.

With a collision more than imminent now, the Freak and Bad Boy both screamed; one in terror, one in victory.

Colliding with the semi truck, the War Horse crashed straight through, causing the entire mech to fall and tumble on the road, taking with it several other cars and stopping more. Though the War Horse was more than armored enough to provide anyone's survival inside, Bad Boy sought to ensure that he not only would be gone, but so would the Freak.

Taking his finger to a 'self-destruct' button, Bad Boy pressed it hard.

"HAROLD! STINKY! ROLL ME UP A BIG, FAT ONE, CAUSE I'M COMING HOME!" Bad Boy shouted.

At the button's command, the War Horse exploded in a massive blast, turning both itself and the semi rig into a huge mushroom cloud that was once both vehicles and their drivers. Sent flying about the area were shrapnel and car parts, but no signs of any human beings that were once in the fire.

Looking back on the explosion, the Hillwood Heroes watched as the explosion took place, knowing the destructive power that had happened and how it had been inflicted on the Freak. Though unsure of whether or not it made its effect on him, they knew what effect it had on their teammate, and none so understanding of its so grimly than Arnold:

Sid is dead.

Watching the explosion be left behind as they drove off, Arnold felt as if he watched a piece of him be left behind as well; knowing that the last of his friends had died in that explosion that was behind them. Now, with no family left and no friends left, all he has to his name is in the car with him.

However, while one of those involved in the explosion was dead, the other was not. Stepping out of the fire, the Freak showed himself to still be alive, sporting burnt skin that was quickly healing over itself. Having an expression of rage on his face far beyond all other past events, he was at his most angered now than he ever was in his life.

The other attackers, gathering up around their leader, listened in for some manner of gospel, but what they received was the rantings of a madman at the end of his rope.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH EVERYONE! I'VE HAD IT WITH THE GREEN EYE, I'VE HAD IT WITH GOD AND HIS PLAN, I'VE HAD IT WITH THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD! NO MORE TRYING TO PROVE THE GREEN EYE WRONG! NOW, WE KILL 'EM ALL! ALL OF THEM! CRACKER, NIGGER, SPIC, GOOK, KEBAB, CUNT, FAGGOT, TRANNY; THEY ALL DIE! WE'LL KILL EVERYONE ON THIS WHOLE FUCKING ISLAND, THEN WE'LL MOVE ON AND KILL EVERYONE ELSE ON THE WHOLE FUCKING PLANET EARTH! WE'LL WIPE OUT ALL THE AMIMALS AND PLANTS, LAND AND SEA LIFE; EVERYTHING! LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE! WE'LL CLEANSE THIS WHOLE EARTH FREE OF ANY GODDAMN PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A LIFE-FORM, THEN WE'LL ALL KILL OURSELVES! EVERYBODY DESERVES TO DIE!" The Freak shouted.

Hearing the long, insane rant of their leader, the rest of the Freak's followers looked to him in concern. One follower expressed his own thoughts, speaking up.

"Uh... Everybody on Earth? And even animals? Like, cute ones like dolphins and penguins and stuff? That's a little... much, don't you think?" One follower asked.

Angered over his follower's question, the Freak grabbed a shotgun and aimed it at his face, blowing his head into chunks of bone and brain in an instant.

"NO! IT'S NOT ENOUGH! IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL EVERYTHING'S OVER!" The Freak shouted.

Pumping the shotgun to load another round, the Freak turned to the rest of the followers, making the last of his speech, and composing himself better for it.

"Enough is enough. No more games, no more fun, no more points to be made. Now, we're going to focus on one thing and one thing only. Today, we end the world. Today..." The Freak said.

Smiling once again from the next sentence to soon come from his mouth, the Freak gave a chuckle.

"...we kill the Green Eye." The Freak said.