With a rapier at arms length thrusted at Chloe's neck, the young queen couldn't do much but stare bewildered at her assailant. "Django…" she said again, watching the assassin's chocolate brown eyes. "Just the one I was looking…"

But before she could answer, Django took the hilt of his sword and slammed Chloe with it. She toppled backwards screaming, but she recoiled quick enough to see Django slip out the room's window and into the night.

"Agh!" Chloe cried, shaking her head. "Blam this yellow bellied sea monkey!"

"Well…" Rosemary's smug voice spun around her dazed head. "Are you gonna sit there like a meat puppet or go after this scoundrel?!"

Chloe staggered to the window and surveyed from it. She watched as Django climbed the ridges in the house, pulling himself to the top of the roof. Chloe climbed onto the sil of the window and she reluctantly staring agape at the siding.

"Go on…" Rosemary urged her. "Prove you can climb like a little monkey."

Chloe let out a cry, leaping forward and grabbed onto the ridged bark. Her fingers scratched the surface of the bark and she began to slip and scratch helplessly. Chloe fell backwards with a loud exclamation, but possessed, her hands flung forward and regrasped the bark. Like a spider, she pulled her body mass up to the top of the building.

Catching her breath, Chloe looked around. Acres of palm tree houses lined the vacation town. Django stood on the edge of the palm house gazing up at the black night sky.

"I finally got you cornered!" Chloe screamed, pointing her finger at the Django. "Now answer me this...I'm looking for a skilled swordsman to join my crew! One with the willpower to best a demon!"

Django turned around. His brown eyes widened behind his velvet cloth mask. Without warning he turned and jumped off the roof. "What the…" Chloe exclaimed. "You crazy bastarfish!"

Chloe ran to the edge of the roof, expecting to see Django splattered on the ground, but he had jumped from one roof to another with athletic grace and continued running.

"Great!" Chloe growled. "How am I gonna catch him now?!"

"Go ahead and jump, my little puppet!" Rosemary cooed. "I'll take care of the rest!"

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Chloe looked down at her legs. Energy surged through them, as her Lilywhite skin turned purple and veiny. She took a deep breath and took a running jump at the next rooftop.

With amazing power, she bounded off the roof and flew towards Django. Her feet landed with poise. Django kept running but Chloe began to gain on him with astonishing speeds.

"Are you gonna keep running?!" Chloe mocked Django as they leapt from another rooftop to another one. "They may as well call you, Django the Baby!"

Suddenly, at the edge of the next rooftop, Django turned around and drew his sword.

As the moonlight glistened through a break in the clouds, it shone off the tip of his weapon. Chloe gulped."I spoke too soon."

Django the Slasher lived up to his dire moniker by slashing his sword with righteous fury at Chloe. The young queen stepped backwards trying to avoid tripping over her feet while avoiding the blade. Chloe wobbled back towards the edge of the rooftop, ready to plunge off of it. Chloe looked down at her veiny legs, charged with the power of Rosemary's demon strength.

With a great feat of strength, she leapt high in the air, right over Django, startling the man and catching him off guard. Chloe landed on the other side of Django and quickly brandished her fist in his back. Being a tiny girl, she didn't pack much of a punch, but she managed to slam him hard enough to push him over the edge of the roof.

With a startled cry, Django fell to an uncertain fate. Chloe smirked and boasted. "Bet you didn't see that coming, Django the Wimp!"

Suddenly, Chloe's body trembled. "Don't forget," Rosemary said, "You're nothing without my powers. You are first and foremost my little puppet! What the--"

Before Chloe could respond, there was a loud grunt, and she looked down. A pair of gloves were clutched the edge of the building. Before she could react, Django tossed his entire body back up, flipping into the sky and leaping over Chloe.

Chloe mouthed the words slowly. "Django…"

The slasher leered at Chloe--a coolness emitting from his dark brown eyes. He raised his sword, hilt first and slammed Chloe so hard she tumbled off the roof. She blacked out even before she hit the ground.

Thoughts of Django's gloating veneer mixed with the demonic visage of Fienmond swan through her head. "Bastarfish!" Chloe growled within her unconscious dream. "I will not lose to either of you...I will make it….through."

When Chloe awoke, she found herself in the back alley, surrounded by a pile of trash. The day had broken, but everything was still dark. Rain glistened on the piles of debris and mud. She weakly raised her hand and touched her face. It was warm, but sticky from the trash pile.

Her legs and arms still throbbed from the supercharge she had received from Rosemary and the back of her head ached from the two blows to her head.

On the side of the vacation house beside her, etched in the palm wood was an M scratched with a rapier.

"Curse you, Django…" she groaned. The Slasher packed such a punch that he would make an excellent member of her pirate crew, but as Chloe laid in the trash pile, a question dogged her:

Why didn't Django just kill her then and there? Chloe easily lived to tell the tale of her encounter with Django the Slasher.