A younger Beatle sat in class as various pieces of crumpled up paper and various objects, though light, were thrown at him, only for a handsome younger Death Leopard, Tyrone, to sit in front of him, causing the bullies to back away.
Death Leopard gives him a gentle smile, and Beatle smiles back.
Now... 900 years... Later...
"Holy fucking shit... These two should make our already..." Whispered Slipknot, under his breath.
"NO, YOU SHUT UP!!!" Roared Death Leopard.
"No, you."
"NO, YOU!!!"
"Nuh-uh, you, yes."
"Handicapped IDIOT!!!"
"Narcissistic FUCK!!!"
"Straight dweeb."
"Bisexual WEEB!!!"
The other Slayers are just... Severely annoyed with these two.
"Psst..." Said Lamb. "We should uh... Ditch 'em for now... See if they can settle down... There's a bar nearby."
Machinehead nods to Slipknot and Slipknot to Lamb.
They sneak away as the pair yell at each other constantly.
"NO... YOU... SHADDUP!!!" Roared Beatle.
"NO, YOU SHADDUP!!!" Roared Death Leopard. "ALSO!!! WHERE'D MY SOLDIERS GO!!!"
"Ha! He got mutinied! Every leader should have a back up for that!" Laughed Beatle.
"I do!" Death Leopard prepares to throw their essentials away.
"Wow. Dick move, tyrant," smiled Beatle.
"Oh, sure! What? You're gonna feed them twice as much, Boy scout!?"
"Pfft... Maybe..."
"And this is why Aurora is Empress!"
"Yeah. You sure look happy under her rule," said Beatle, doing ballet in the background while in chains.
"Where did THOSE IDIOTS GO!?!?" Asked Death Leopard.
"Scream louder. Maybe they didn't hear you."
"What's that!? I can't hear you from down there."
"Least when I lie down my height won't betray me and make me a bridge between Earth and Mars."
Meanwhile...
Slipknot sighs as he drinks good beer. "I don't understand why those two aren't friends. COULD THEY BE ANY MORE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!?!?"
"What is it with you and gay stuff today, Slipknot?" Asked Lamb. "I'm the gay one here."
"Yeah. Whatever," said Slipknot.
"Well, I do agree. They do have some chemistry."
"Eh! Toxic," said Machinehead, singsongily. "Like that Brittney Spears So-o-o-ong!!!"
"Oh! Let's sing 'Oops I DId It Again...' FOR KARAOKE NIGHT!!!" Smiled Lamb.
"YAY!!! I LOVE BEING FILIPINO!!!" Smiled Slipknot.
"WOOHOO!!!" Smiled Lamb.
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Meanwhile...
Beatle sighs as he meticulously removes growing fungi from his boots. "God-! The Swamp!? Fuckin' seriously!? You... Sadist... This is weirdly satisfying..."
"Yeah. Because you're weird."
"Ha! Haven't heard that one before!"
"Do you WANT to remember your childhood abuse!?" Asked Beatle. "Wanna remember how your father used to BEAT YOU!?!?"
"Do YOU?" Asked Beatle.
"What... What do you mean?"
"I mean... You're clearly unhappy. Project your problems unto me like I'm your scapegoat. Like everyone in my life does. Why?"
"Mom and Dad weren't... Around a lot."
"Mmm... I know."
"You... Did...?"
"Well.. more like, figured. You were projecting a lot of yourself unto me. Kinda made me compare myself with you in the first place. Y'know, I idolized you back then."
"Why?"
"Why do you think? You were better and stronger than me in every way. Meanwhile, I didn't understand anything that school had to offer."
"That's because you allowed your weakness to halt your potential. You held me waaaay back. All I wanted was to be stronger, faster, smarter, and better than anyone else."
"So mommy and daddy would approve of your existence?"
"You clearly can't quantify what I'm feeling right now."
"Try me."
"No."
"Won't tell me because you don't know that feeling. It's called insecurity. You compare yourself to me. And only me. Asserting dominance constantly because you think you can be the best. But really, you're not. You're just a regular Human being like the rest of us."
"You're NOT a regular Human being."
"Oh, right. I'm clearly a kangaroo."
"Stop that. You're NOTHING compared to me!"
"You... Used to be way quieter than well... now-ish. Time is an illusion, after all. What's that about?"
"I don't know! I have survived enough wars to become... THIS!!!"
"Yeah. And I survived enough abuse to become... THIS."
"Stop that."
"What?"
"Deflecting your emotions by cracking jokes. Just... Feel for once."
"Hm... Nah! This seems easier!"
"Yeah. This way, I get to hate you more."
Beatle sighs. "Y'know, I really still do care about you."
"I know. I'm just... Tired..."
"We all are."
Beatle sighs and looks at the twilight in the sky with a massive array of pinkish clouds coming forth from the romantic atmospheric chemicals above juxtaposing with the barren snowy horizons in every corner of the sky.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" Asked Beatle.
"The world you made? Yes," said Death Leopard.
"Hey. I'm not the reason for the war. You should know that by now."
"Yeah... But... We both had a huge hand in starting it."
"Yep... Look at us. A pair of jackasses looking up."
"God, you're weird."
"God, you're normal. And I prefer the term, 'unique', by the way."
"Ha! As if that translates to anything!"
"It does. It means there's only one of me, and one of you."
"There IS only one of you. God could've given anyone that damned star on your chest. He just decided it wasn't me."
"Because you're just that good, huh?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"Heheheh. God, I hate you." Beatle begins pacing around, skipping, and thinking happily.
"What the hell are you fantasizing about now?"
"Your death."
"Haha! Fuck you."
"Fuck Black Sabbath. Fuck society! FUCK EVERYTHING THAT REJECTED ME, WHY DON'T YOU!!!?!"
"Whoa ho ho ho! Someone's pissed!"
"Ugh!" Beatle facepalms. "Why did you not join either faction?"
"Because the world ain't black and white, Miggy. There will always be gray areas to things. We decided that you won't be a part of our friend group because you're weird. You're different. And you said yourself that we had the right to exclude ourselves from your life. That hurt us, Beatle."
"You excluded me because I'm different."
"Believe me. We tried to understand you! But you got pissed at us! Over what!? Not inviting you in anything!? Leaving you alone at the lunch table!? Not grouping with you!? Don't you realize we feel grossed out by your existence!?"
"No... That is only how... You view things. Billy tends to think I'm normal. The others said they excluded me for my own safety. Because I'd get myself hurt if I join your adventures. You guys meant everything to me. And I didn't mean as much to you, but I acknowledge, at least now, that you guys were trying to protect me."
"Yeah? WELL NOT ME!!!" Death Leopard grabs him by the cloak. "Because I know what you are!"
"And... What is that?"
"A desperate loser who wants to be included in everything. But can't. Because you're what you are. Wrong."
Beatle sighs. "Absolutely nothing..." He whispered under his breath.
"Hm? What was that?"
"Absolutely NOTHING is wrong with me!"
"What? You're gonna try to-?"
Beatle throws an incredibly heavy punch into Death Leopard's face. "If you call me wrong... Then all that are like me are wrong... You must've HATED seeing my eyes on Gabrielle's face, hm!?"
Death Leopard laughs and easily weaves and maneuvers himself fighting Beatle.
Beatle tries hard to dodge and block but is easily beaten down.
Beatle, however, grabs his hand and goes all out. He punches Death Leopard in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
Beatle punches and kicks him, causing so much blood and sweat to leave Death Leopard's body. Mind you, Beatle is still in chains doing this.
Beatle jumps up and double kicks him into the snowy ground as he beats him over and over.
"Tell me! Do you bleed?! YOU WILL!!!" Beatle beats Death Leopard to the ground.
Beatle prepares to stomp his face only for him to be electrocuted by the other Slayers' remotes, thus, being electrocuted thrice the power in a single moment.
Beatle falls to the ground, limp.
Death Leopard felt fear. He actually felt fear again. He was terrified. Angry and broken, he slams his foot into Beatle's face again, and again, and again.
Death Leopard pants. "Drag him to Romanov."
"Sir. Did you guys not like... Doing it...?" Asked Slipknot.
Death Leopard turns to Slipknot, slowly. "Bitch. If you wrote ANOTHER FANFICTION I SWEAR TO GOD-!!!"