The Rival

A/N: Missed me? Well, I'm back! Hope you enjoy this chapter. I haven't given up on the story. I plan to finish it. Reviews help me update faster!


Eric was getting a bad feeling. It was as if everyone had simply vanished, leaving him alone in the Egyptian section. It was his first night on the job as security at the Cityville Museum. "Um....Jason? Tammy? Anyone there?" he spoke into his walkie talkie.

A sound.

Eric spun on his heels. "Hello?" He was rewarded with silence. ~I swore that I heard footsteps.~ Groaning in annoyance, Eric paced back and forth. "Oh, I get it! Gang up on the new guy! That's so high school!"

"Your friends aren't ignoring you."

Eric froze on his tracks, chills traveling down his spine. Whoever it was had managed to sneak right up on him. He could feel hot breath tickling the back of his neck, making his hairs stand up on end.

"Dead men can't talk back is all." It was spoken with absolutely no emotion nor remorse.

Then Eric was rewarded with white-hot pain, starting from his back then his chest once Lenny's fist had burst through it. The security guard could only stare down in silent horror for a brief moment before his eyes rolled back.

"That was the last guard," Lenny replied casually, yanking his hand out of the new corpse. He didn't even bother to watch Eric's body hit the polished floors, making his way to his objective.

*The Jackal's Heart!* Him's voice echoed in Lenny's head. *One of my strongest minions was locked within this jewel.*

Most thieves would try to cut the alarm before taking something. What was the point when all the guards were deceased? Lenny smashed the glass case, ignoring the blaring alarms. He took a moment to study his prize. It was a blood-red ruby that was half the size of his hand. He could practically feel the evil resonating from the ruby. With his job complete, Lenny vanished in a cloud of red mist.


Marysue Lumpkins was having the time of her life. Townsville was so beautiful at night; so many bright lights and plethora of smells. She was currently making her way back home when the empty street she was on suddenly became more inhabitable.

"Hey, gorgeous!" a voice croaked as a gang of thugs emerged from a dark alley.

Marysue smiled innocently. "Why, hey yerself!"

There were four of them. The one who had spoke was a tall wiry man. Two of his cohorts were twins; both overweight with stereotypical thug clothes. The fourth was a mountain of a man who's muscles were bursting from his grimy t-shirt.

"What's a pretty little thing like yourself doing here all alone?" thin man replied, letting his eyes trail up her long healthy legs, big hips, thin waist, and finally c-cup breasts that were barely contained by the white tank top she wore.

"Well, Ah was on mah way home." Marysue turned to leave only to have thin man grab her by the arm.

"Now hold on sweetness," thin man pulled her towards him. "Me and my friends were hoping you could stay and party with us!" At this his cohorts chuckled lecherously.

"P-Party?"

Thin man grinned. "Yeah, you know...." One hand snaked around Marysue's waist, cupping her ass. "...party."

Marysue's eyes grew wide with realization. "OHHHHH, ya mean romping! Sorry. mister but Ah can't romp with you."

Thin man feigned dissappointment. "Oh? Why not?"

"Cuz Daddy says Ah can only romp with him!"

Thin man gawked along with the others. "D-Daddy!?!"

"Yep!" Marysue began to trot away, but was stopped yet agian when thin man blocked her path.

"Your staying here, freakshow!" muscled man boomed from behind her.

"YEEEHAW!!! A rumble!!!" Marysue shouted, taking the men by surprise. She brought her foot down on thin man's foot, elbowing muscle man in the gut. She followed up with an uppercut, sending thin man flying before ducking out from under muscle man's reach. "Ah love a good ol' fashion spar!!" The twins charged her, but Marysue had ecpected it, falling backwards and tossing the two men over her and into several garbage cans.

"You bitch!" Muscle man rushed her, but Marysue proved too fast. She spun around him, giving the man two hooks to the gut, a knee to his face, and finally tucking the man's head in between her legs. With primal war cry she hoisted the man skywards by his hips, proceeding to powerbomb muscle man into the pavement. The sound of the impact was sickening; bones surrendering to concrete.

"Woo doggy! That was a great workout!" Marysue chimed. "Well, Ah better get home fer Daddy wakes up!" With that she skipped the rest of the way home as the sun began to rise.