"You're not... Normal... I'm sorry... Wait... I didn't mean-!" Yelled Anne, as a heartbroken Miguel looks at her with contempt. "Miguel, please. Don't... We can still be friends!"
Miguel begins hearing his heartbeat in his ears. He hears nothing but his own heart. He feels the blood running down from his arms and to his hands and then the tips of hisfingers. He feels the blood rushing into his face. He tears up, but he isn't crying. He feels that his left arm is numb.
"Miguel!?" Asked Anne.
Miguel quivers. "I'm... Fine..." He limps away from Anne as the other young adults snicker and laugh at him.
Miguel grabs his chest.
He remembers something...
The beautiful girl, Anne, giving him a plushie for his birthday. A... Star...
Miguel falls to his knees and quivers.
"Hey! I promise, I won't leave you, okay?" Smiled Anne, grabbing his shoulder. "My... Best friend."
Everyone in the area claps for them, but, she looks saddened with her decision, feeling... Trapped.
About 900 years... Later...
"Ooga chaka! Ooga chaka! Ooga Ooga Ooga chaka! I can't stop this feeling!" Sang Billy and Gabrielle. "Deep inside o' me. Girl you don't just realize, what you do to me!!! When you hold me... In your arms so tight... And let me know... It'd be alright!"
"I-I-I-I-I'M!!!" Sang BIlly, Gabrielle, Panthera, and Green Day.
"Goddamn it... These idiots..." Sighed Sabbath. "Led Zeppelin."
"Yes, Mistress?" Asked Led, driving the crew in an armored jeepney bus.
"Found Beatle, yet?"
"We think he's nearby former San Fransisco."
"Thank you, Zeppelin," Sabbath nodded politely, as she sips her wine.
"Heya!" Smiled Billy, popping out behind Black Sabbath's chair causing Sabbath to spit out her wine.
"What... The Fuck...?" Sighed Black Sabbath.
"Hello, New Momma!!!" Smiled Billy.
"Kid. I'm not your mother. I'm just a gal Beatle used to hang out with and got overly needy for."
"Yeah. But Beatle ain't like that anymore!"
"So, you're telling me he loves himself now, very much and would stand up for himself and ONLY himself?"
Billy just stares at Black Sabbath, smiling. "Ratewtew!"
"Ugh..." Black just facepalms.
"C'mon, Panthera!" Smiled Green Day.
Green Day takes out a knife and begins playing "I Have All My Fingers" with his hand. "I have all my fingers and the knife goes CHOP, CHOP, CHOP!!!"
"Will you two please BEHAVE!?!?" Asked Black Sabbath.
"NO!!!" laughed Green Day and Panthera. "OOOOOOH!!! WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA-!!!"
"*GASP!!!* I love this fairy tale nursery rhyme!" smiled Billy.
"No... Kid!" laughed Green Day. "It's um... It's an old cartoon back in our day!"
"Whoa!"
"Yep! It ran for around 300 years," smiled Panthera.
"I mean... Seasons 1-3 were TOP-NOTCH!!!" smiled Green Day. "So were Seasons 10 to 11 but... Pretty much just watch Seasons 112 all the way to 215. Yeah. That's like a hundred seasons. Those were actually decent."
"God, none of these weirdos have any taste," sighed Sabbath.
Led Zeppelin simply nods and agrees with Sabbath.
"Zeppelin. How close do you think he is by now?"
"Perhaps much closer than you think. My strings detect your two partners... They're... yelling... about... cinnamon...?"
"Ah. That makes sense."
Meanwhile...
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUT THE CINNAMON ONLY WHEN THERE'S CREAM IN THE GODDAMNED COFFEE, YOU INFIDEL!!!" roared Beatle.
"I'M the infidel!?!?" roared Death Leopard.
"Yes, you are. YES, YOU... ARE!!!" Beatle furiously jangled his chains in front of Death Leopard and jumped around.
The Slayers are incredibly annoyed with their leader and prisoner.
"My Lord," said Slipknot. "I believe we need a break... Please? Pretty please?"
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Death Leopard brushes his fingers over his wrist's watch-like device. "You were saying?"
Slipknot grabs his throat as it begins to tighten.
"If you're thinking of complaining, I suggest you realize you'll be going to Hell. Just. Like. All of us," said Death Leopard.
Beatle sighs. "You treat your men this way?"
"Yeah? What's it to you?" asked Death Leopard.
"You're not a good leader. You rely on fear. You're not Batman. You're the Punisher."
"Least I'm not a psycho idiot like you. Now, shut... the fuck... up..." said Death Leopard. "Little... bro..."
Beatle breathes out from his nostrils. "Okay."
"You should know... I never liked you, Beatle."
"Neither I, you."
"Yeah. Because you're jealous, right?"
Beatle's eyes twitch. "I was."
"No, no! Don't be modest! You still are! You just HATE thinking about me and her!"
"Not really. You can have her. Clearly, she doesn't have autonomy in your world. You're the therapeutic expert. You clearly know how the human psyche works."
"Are you mocking me?" asked Death Leopard.
"Yes," smirked Beatle as Death Leopard punched him in the belly.
"Do realize this, Beatle," said Death Leopard, eloquently as he can. "You're sad... I feel bad for you. Your self-loathing makes you a predator for men and women alike. They are drawn to that facade of yours. But I see through it. I know all you want is Human connection and your way of getting it is absorbing it from others... You starve since you can't produce it. Synthesize it. Fungus among plants."
Beatle sighs. "Does she hate me?"
"She should," said Death Leopard. "You made her miserable, Beatle. You made her pity you. She never loved you. She felt bad for you. You made her wanna fix you. I've dated girls like you before. Pathetic. Insane. Broken."
Beatle smiles. "So, she doesn't hate me!"
Death Leopard kicks Beatle away. "I hate you because you think you're better than us... Just because you did something kind... No one. Is Kind. No one matters. We're all going to die. End of story."
"But, I exist... Thus there is God."
"Thus HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANY OF US!!! Oh, COME ON, Miggy! You've been fighting this 900-year-war! And FOR WHAT!!?!"
"To protect Humanity."
"Yeah? Look where that got you?"
Beatle angrily stands up against Death Leopard, who flinches and backs away. "You can mock me. You can mock me using Black Sabbath, my self-esteem, my self-loathing... But NEVER... Mock my faith."
"Or what? You have no power."
"Motherfucker, please," said Beatle. "A man doesn't need power to commit murder."
"You think you can kill me?" smirked Death Leopard. "Isn't that for vengeance? Isn't that against your moral code?"
Beatle looms before Death Leopard. Death Leopard slams his fist into Beatle's face, as Beatle was unable to block it, since he couldn't sense it, having no powers.
Beatle's eyes begin glowing as Death Leopard blows the powder into his face again.
Beatle coughs and powers down.
Death Leopard smiles. "Reaction time, Beatle. Something a handicapped like you won't ever have."
"Or... I let you punch me..." smirked Beatle, as Death Leopard punches him again.
"Nope!" smiled Death Leopard. "To ROMANOV, BOYS!!!"
"I thought... you were my friend..." said Beatle. "To think you mattered."
Death Leopard sighs. "Stop mumbling over there."
"Heh..." Beatle softly speaks. "She chose you, Leopard."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I mean... she chose you. That night... I kinda remember... She wasn't looking for me. She was looking for you. She just found me because you weren't around."
Death Leopard sighs. "Then why did you take her from me?"
"Because you're right. I was the second choice. I was never anyone's first choice. Because... There really is something wrong with me. But you see yourself in me. Maybe... something is wrong with you."
"Who said I see anything of myself in you?"
"You tell me."
Death Leopard turns to Beatle and sighs, looking away.
"What's sad... Is that you were my first friend," said Beatle.
"Yeah. I know."
"But tell me. Did you just pity me... Or were YOU jealous?"
"My father beat me as well," said Death Leopard. "Your father beat you accidentally. He beat me regularly."
Beatle sighs. "I'm sorry."
"We all have problems, Beatle. Some of us have healthier ways of coping with it."
"Yeah. Healthy. Instead of harming yourself, you harm others. Healthy indeed..."
Death Leopard begins to feel... guilt...
Meanwhile...
Rasputin Romanov smiles while he crosses his arms.
Rasputin dances, kicking his legs in the air. "Yes? Mhm?" he receives a call in his earpiece. "Yes, Your Lowness. Yes. All Hail Thee, Morningstar."
Rasputin dances like crazy, kicking his feet up in the air. "RA RA RASPUTIN!!! RUSSIA'S GREATEST LOVE MACHINE!!! YA!!! YA!!! YA, YA, YA!!!"
Suddenly, a skeleton walks before Rasputin.
"Moy Gospodin..." said the skeleton, giving a scroll to Rasputin.
"Bozhe moy... HE IS HERE!!! YA!!! YA!!! YAAAAAA!!!" he danced his muscular body in a silly manner.
Death Leopard walks in as Rasputin smirks. "Hello, Rasputin!"
"Ah! Leopard! Thank you!" smiled Rasputin, bro hugging him. "YAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" laughed Rasputin, patting his shoudlers. "Question, Death Leopard? Do you have the... uh... Package?"
"Yeah," smiled Death Leopard, twitching his head as if he was flipping his hair.
"Hoohoohoohoo! Thank you, my boy!" smiled Rasputin. Rasputin smiles as Beatle is thrown to the dusty ground before him. "Beatle St. King... Privyet! You want milk?"
"Is it laced with vodka?" asked Beatle.
"Christ, Beatle. Still racist as ever," said Rasputin.
"When we first met, you doused my wounds with vodka. Fuck you," said Beatle, as Rasputin smiles and picks Beatle up.
"Mmm... Listen, friend. Listen." Beatle hammers his fist into Beatle's stomach as Death Leopard gives a guilt-ridden look while Rasputin beats Beatle.
"Oh... Oh ho ho ho..." said Rasputin. "That... was for my son."
"Sorry... Did... I happen to kill him at some point?" smiled Beatle.
"YOU FUCKED HIM!!! TURNED HIM INTO A FEMBOY!!!"
"Oh... Right. Sasha."
"I slit his throat."
"SASHA!!! NOOOOO!!!" Beatle beats Rasputin to the ground but Rasputin laughs as he grabs Beatle's wrists.
"Each punch. I get stronger," said Rasputin. "Go on. Keep going."
Beatle sighs and keeps on punching Rasputin, angrily.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! What did you DO to this one!? When I first met him, he was... ideal! Now he's just... ANGRY!!!" laughed Rasputin. "SO MUCH RAGE!!!"
Death Leopard began to feel guilt and fear at the same time.
"Ah! Yes!" Rasputin wiggles his pectorals. "MMM!!! YES!!! HE MAKE ME STRONG!!! THE POWER OF GOD IS WITHIN ME!!!"
"Great. Now, can I please kill him?" asked Death Leopard.
"Sure. Whatever..." said Rasputin. "I didn't even have to provoke him this time! It's as if..."
Beatle's eyes are purple... and so is his hair... just like the... Antis...
"...he's one of us..." smirked Rasputin, showing off his own purple hair and eyes.
Beatle growls at Rasputin, being filled only with rage.
Death Leopard's fingers twitch.
"Go! You can kill him! You deserve it!" smiled Rasputin.
Death Leopard nods. "Thank you. Um... Question, however. What are you planning to do with the Power of God in your muscles?"
"I'm going to conquer America!" smiled Rasputin.
"Uh... Great. You do that," said Death Leopard. "Not my problem, anyway..." Death Leopard sighs and facepalms. "Fuck..."
Death Leopard turns to the Slayers. "Slayers. I have something to admit... Their plan... ain't pretty. I saw it... It's... disgusting. He's not meant to conquer this continent. He's meant to wipe out everyone. Everything..."
"So?" asked Slipknot. "We got our money."
"But that has no honor," said Death Leopard.
"Since when did you care about honor?" asked Slipknot. "You're a killer. A merc, sir."
"But, I CAN'T...!!! She... She can't... see me cause this..." said Death Leopard.
"I thought you shamed him for making her your purpose, sir," said Lamb.
"Woooohooohoooo!" sang Machinehead. "Nohooohoooohoooo!!! You hypohohohocrihihihihite!!!"
"I'm not... Fine. Maybe I am. But I can't risk what happened to every person I've ever cared about happen to these people as well!"
"Why?"
"BECAUSE HE WOULD STOP THIS!!!" roared Death Leopard, who proceeds to fall to his knees. "No... I don't define him... he... he defines me... Free him."
"Boss... That isn't a good idea," said Machinehead.
"He's depowered. I can take him."
"You... sure...? He's in a berserker rage... All-out... Depowered but... The Wrath of... God is in him..." said Slipknot.
"FREE HIM!!!" roared Death Leopard.
They unchain Beatle, carefully.
"Miguel. Listen-..."
Beatle grabs Death Leopard's face and throws him to the ground as Death Leopard lands and slides on his feet.
He is thrown into the old warehouse where they are, causing the newly-made sprinklers to activate and sprinkle water all over them both. Blue blood splatters just about everywhere.
"Beatle. LISTEN!!!" Death Leopard blasts a quick punch only for Beatle to catch his fist and break it.
"900 years of training..." said Beatle, angrily. "900... years... training... And you can't even throw a real PUNCH!!!"
Beatle headbutts Death Leopard to the ground.
"Beatle... Calm down," said Death Leopard. "Can you not be the Joker for once?"
Beatle punches him in the belly several times but Death Leopard blocks, but Beatle manages to slit Death Leopard's wrists vertically through perfect precision and kicks him away as Death Leopard screams in pain.
Death Leopard tosses several smoke bombs in front of Beatle as Beatle charges through it and slams him to the ground.
The Slayers try to save their leader but Death Leopard holds his fists up.
Death Leopard stands right back up. "Listen. You were right. Just... please calm down... Beatle... BEATLE!!!"
"All... Hail... MORNINGSTAAAAAR!!!" Beatle takes out his blaster and shoots Death Leopard in the chest over and over as Death Leopard's armor chips away despite its absorbent properties.
"Beatle. Calm... The fuck... DOWN!!! STAND DOWN!!! IF I WANTED IT-!!!" Death Leopard's knees are snapped backward as Beatle dropkicks his kneecaps and beats him over and over again.
Death Leopard injects a serum into his body that regenerates his body. He tosses some Beyblade-like weapons that cut Beatle all over but Beatle keeps on charging and beating Death Leopard.
"Beatle... Stop..."
Beatle beats Death Leopard over and over again.
"STOP!!!" Death Leopard, bloody-blue all over and gagging with blood. "YOU'RE BETTER!!! FINE!!! YOU'RE B-!!!"
Beatle hammers him to the ground as Death Leopard goes limp.
The Slayers attack but Beatle grabs some of Death Leopard's gadgets and tosses the powder from Death Leopard's holster, depowering all of them as Beatle gruffly beats the Slayers to near-death. He manages to easily knock them down and beat them, moving like a treacherous monkey.
Death Leopard tries crawling away but Beatle stomps on his cape and grabs his neck, preparing to twist it, but Death Leopard claws Beatle's eye, but Beatle doesn't care. He just keeps squeezing and squeezing, but Death Leopard kicks Beatle away as Beatle topples backward. Beatle, a completer berserker at this point, prepares to kill Death Leopard, preparing to bitch slap him, but he sees his reflection in the water...
Beatle remembered when his father beat him...
"I DON'T WANNA!!!" sobbed the young 10-year-old Beatle, crying while slapping his face over and over. "I DON'T WANNA STUDY!!! I DON'T WANNA!!!"
"Stop it..." said his father. "Look, you little shit. I have WORK TO DO!!! WORK!!! AND YOU JUST-!!!"
The young Beatle kicks him in the toe and bites his finger.
"GAH!!! FUCK!!!"
*SLAP!!!*
Beatle cries, bloody all over the ground.
His father is horrified... seeing his own son... injured... by him... "No... That was an accident. That was-..."
Beatle tries crawling away, just like Death Leopard is right now...
Beatle stares at his reflection in the waters.
Beatle gulps. "No... I'm sorry, Daddy!" Beatle falls to his knees. "I'M SORRY I WAS A BAD BOY!!!"
"What... the fuck...?" asked Slipknot.
Death Leopard tries to stand up, but can't.
"Help him... Destress... him..." said Death Leopard, as the Slayers grab Beatle. "G-G-Gently..."
They pat his back.
"Hey. Migg-... Miguel..." said Slipknot. "Easy, there, bud."
"It's okay..." said Lamb. "You're going to be okay."
Machinehead just pats his head.
Beatle just cries, having a panic attack. The same feeling. Numb left arm. Blood gushing through his fingers and his face. Beatle's episode, a tragic one, leaves him the true one who lost here. Beatle wails, beats his face, and screams in anger.
"Stop it! You're scaring the kids, kid!" yelled his 5th Grade Teacher.
"What's WRONG WITH YOU?!?"
"YOU'RE A CREEP!!!"
"MONSTER!!!"
"FREAK!!!"
"WEIRDO!!!"
Beatle keeps having a panic attack, terrified by everyone and everything around him.
"You're okay..." said Sabbath, hugging Beatle, as his heart began beating slower, and slower.
"I'm... not... okay..." said Beatle.
"You are now, okay?" asked Sabbath.
"I can't... depend on you... all the time, Black," whispered Beatle.
"And you didn't this time... You stood up for yourself. That's a good thing."
"I hurt... I hurt... him..."
Sabbath smiles, crying. "I know... We'll figure this out, okay? I promise!"
"No promises... I hate... promises..."
"I know... I'm sorry... But... Y'know what? No! I promise!"
"A promise with me... is a Covenant. That's a one-way ticket to Hell if you break it..."
"I know... That's how much I love you."
Billy and Gabrielle grab his hand, as Beatle gives a gentle smile.
"It's okay..." said Gabrielle, patting his head.
"Heh... You pat my head just like your mother..." said Beatle.
He turns to Black...
"Anne..." said Beatle, before passing out.