Once upon a time, there was a little Syko who wrote Buffy fanfic. He was worried about getting sued, so he let all the people of Internet-dom know that he did not own anybody in his stories, except for characters he created himself. And he lived happily ever after, never getting sued for copyright infrignement, but getting sued for various crimes besides the former.
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Part Three
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The seven strangers stared at the gun like it was an alien object. In the video game, they had faced vampires, werewolves, and even catfish-people. But now, their biggest worry was how to save the little girl without losing their own lives.
Callisto looked at the man who looked exactly like her mortal enemy. He was wearing a leather coat, exactly like the one Spike wore in the game. His bleach blond hair was as bright as ever, his eyes still shining with dismemberment.
"The girl, or your heads?" he demanded. The finger on the trigger of the nanoclip was twitching, like it would leap off of his hand if he didn't shoot something.
"Why do you want her dead??" Lawrinz demanded. "What is her crime?"
At these words, the man looked as if he had seen a ghost. These seven had, so they knew what that expression meant. "Forgive me, sire," he mumbled in a pleading tone. "I didn't know you had returned." He bowed down and began kissing Lawrinz's feet.
"What's he talking about?" Kinna demanded.
"I dunno...better bluff it out," Lawrinz whispered. He kicked the man off of his feet. Apparently, whoever Lawrinz was, he could go around kicking people and not worry about it. "Tell these...people...who I am," he ordered.
Gathering up all of his mortal strength, the man gulped and spoke. "You...you are Lawrinz Xanderson. You own Xander-Co, a company made for the services of the rich."
"What kind of services?" Lawrinz demanded.
"Just...small things. Eliminating revolutionary scum, torturing non-terrorist peoples...murdering the families of those who do not follow the Leader's rule."
Lawrinz turned white. He was in charge of a bunch of Nazis?
"And I recognize this one as well," the man said, pointing at Carbus. "He is Carbus "Terrorstrike" Xanderson...your brother. He is your main hitman, killing all who need to be killed. In the fifteen years of Xander-Co, he has murdered two thousand in the name of our glorious cause." He looked at Kinna. "But you...hang out with this...trash?"
Kinna did not like that. "Why am I trash?"
"Because you are a Jew. All know that Jweish peoples arw to be eliminated. The metallic strip on your dress proves you are a Jew. And any true Citizen will eliminate you on sight if need be. You will never marry, lest you kill the husband. And now, Carbus, you must kill her. Now."
The little girl, who had heard these petrifying stories a thousand times before, was now running madly for her life. The man who worked for Lawrinz stood up and aimed at the girl, a laser pointer shining directly at her back. A shot was fired, and the chest of the man exploded. Lawrinz dropped his gun, stunned.
"I killed him," he said. "I'm as bad as these guys are!"
"Are you gonna kill me?" Kinna sobbed to Carbus. In another world, she almost said the same thing to the same man.
"No," he swore. "I have no reaon to kill. I'm a good man, no matter what I'd done. I will only kill to protect us. From now on, we fight."
At that moment, three guards walked into the scene. Carbus reacted quickly, by human standards. He pulled a knife with a laser-pointer out of his bag and threw it, slashing directly through each guard's head.
"Come on!" Callisto ordered. They ran to the car, getting in. Lawrinz tried desperately to fit the key in the ignition. When he did, they peeled out of the parking lot as fast as possible. Four more guards ran onto the scene and got on hover-bikes, motorcycles that stayed inches off the ground and traveled at two hundred miles an hour. They flew after the renegade car holding their leader, his favorite killer, and a trash they were sworn to kill.
Down the road a mile or so, on the middle of a bridge, the hover-bikes caught up to the lone car. Nobody was nearby, so Lawrinz turned the car around and drove straight towards them. He knocked them over like bowling pins hit by a wrecking ball. They flew off the road and into the water as Lawrinz's car drove straight off.
About five miles away, the car came to a stop. Out of gas. They all dove out of the car and ran as fast as they could, Carbus and Lawrinz blasting away with Nanoclips. But at the end of that road, they stopped. What they saw shocked them deeply.
Wearing tight, black leather dominatrix suits, knee-high leather boots, and chains around their necks, were Drusilla, Darla, and Jenny Calendar. They had nasty looks on their faces and whips in thir hands. But that wasn't the most shocking part.
Holding the chains was a man with a bald head, jagged teeth, and nasty-looking eyes.
The Master.
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