Chapter 18

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Oh yeah, motherfluffers! If you are a fan of Cory and Chrissy, you're going to love this chapter......BOOYAKASHA!!!! You would only understand that if you watch TMNT. If you don't watch it, FIND A TV IMMEDIATELY!!! 

Cory: *high fives Chrissy*

Chrissy: *tries to high five Cory and awkwardly misses, resulting in slapping Cory in the face*

Marshall Lee: LOL! I wish I had a camera right now.

Me: (-.-) Will you guys shut up so I can get on with the chapter?

Cory: O.O 

Chrissy: O.O

Marshall Lee: O.O 

Me: Okay then!

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FIONA'S POV

I closed my eyes as I fell through the air. I love you Marshall Lee Abadeer. A jolt shot up my back. My eyes shot back open to see blue and pink sparkles forming underneath me. I expected to fall through them, but instead hit a force field. Hard. My body groaned in protest. I curled into a fetal position and squeezed my eyes shut in agony. Pain arched up my back. I heard a whoosh and then Marshall was beside me. 

"H-how? What?", he stuttered. 

"Don't you know never to doubt a girl?", a voice said.

I looked up to see Cory and Chrissy, a smug look on both of their faces. Marshall held me close, his eyes squeezed tight. A roar echoed behind us, not too far off. I swiveled my head around, looking for the source. Waldorf was flying towards us, not looking to happy. My breathing sped up and I clutched onto Marshall. A ripping sound came from behind me. I looked back to see Cory shift into a giant pink bat monster, one similar to Marshall's, only well...pink. A battle cry flew from her fanged mouth as she pounced on Waldorf. A wild look was in Chrissy's eye. Her body shook with anger. She let out an almighty cry. A candy cane with a wickedly sharp end appeared in her hand. I heard a loud pounding as if there were a stampede. I looked down to see millions and millions and millions of children running forward, launching each other at Waldorf. He had a panicked look in his eyes but it quickly evaporated. He pasted on a smug look and started pushing away the children. But every child he pushed off, six more replaced him. I watched on as Chrissy and Cory slashed at him, black blood spurting from his cuts. The children soon flooded away, leaving a limping Waldorf.

"Marshall, do something.", I urged.

I didn't think the twins could live with the fact that they killed someone, even someone as vile as him. Marshall gave me a look of understanding then scooped me up and flew down to them. I drew my sword with a shaky arm. Waldorf was barely breathing.

"Goodbye.", I whispered, then plunged the sword into his neck. 

"Such a pity he's dead. I was beginning to take a liking to him.", a voice said.

All of our heads snapped up. 

"Ashely?!", Marshall shouted. 

Oh snap. 

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