_{And so to this very day, The Thrashed and Scattered Clans have been intact. Many generations of leaders passed on as time progressed. Ali and Matty did an excellent job in making their clan resent the other and their customs remained the same as time elapsed}

Thrashed Side

   Ronnie: He was a slender man with ebony black hair that barely hits his shoulders. It was heavily matted and unkempt. His eyes were a rich, dark chocolate color that usually shone with an evil tone. He always had a sinister grimace plastered upon his face and his back was slightly slouched. Ronnie was a very stern man, but yet a keen fighter and a brilliant leader. Or so he thought.

   "Okay guys... We need to come up with a plan to crush those damn Scattered. Does anyone have any suggestions on how we should do so?" Ronnie asked his fellow Thrashed members as they gathered around him in a minute semicircle near a bonfire. Amber colored shadows danced across each of the members.  He was ecstatically awaiting for a reply.

   Without thinking, Jimmy Sullivan rose his arm up.  "Ronnie! How about we pulverize each and every single scattered in the world? I have the proper weapons to allow this to happen. Whatcha think?" He screeched across the firepit.

   "I actually like the sounds of that! I can chip in with my rad knife master skills!" Synyster Gates exclaimed in agreement. He happily grabbed his prized dagger and swung it around freely, so carefree that it almost hit Charlie Scene in his privates.

   "Woah! Watch it pervert!" Charlie Scene snapped in rage. "Jimmy, your plan will never work in a million years! What you need is my prograde badassed ninja skills." Upon stating those words, Charlie leaped up into the air with his arms extended as he dug deep into his pockets pulling out two identical blades. With the blades in his hands, he quickly curled up into a ball and somersaulted in midair, faster than the times a human could blink. After a few consecutive flips in the air, Charlie landed gracefully on his feet grunting, "Heh, I can kick your ass AND I have skill."

   Jimmy rolled his eyes.  "Sure, you could give somebody a paper cut!" He snarled.  Charlie Scene chuckled in disbelief and flipped Jimmy the bird.  Jimmy clenched his fists and angrily stomped towards Charlie and pulled out a machine gun from his knapsack on his back. "Why you sorry son of a-"
  
   "Woah! Woah! WOAH! Hold your horses!" Ronnie yelped in interruption as he knocked the gun out of Jimmy's hands and stood in between Charlie and Jimmy. "Both of your plans could work."

   Matt Shadows grinned and stated, "I agree with that. How about the ninjas and stealth experts sneak into Scattered territory and us assassins could kill them off one by one... Or something..."
  
  "According to my calculations, if we do that there is an seventy-three percent chance that the Scattered clan will be history." Skrillex added in his monotone voice. He pushed his thickly rimmed glasses upwards, because they began to slide down his nose.

   "Yeah... What Skrilly said..." Matt muttered looking slightly embarrassed for no apparent reason. "We should do it...."

   Ronnie brought his hand up to his chin in thought, and asked "Any other ideas?"

"You guys are thinking about it all wrong!" Danny Worsnop stepped in. "We need to observe their movements to see when the best time to attack them is. We need to know before we blow them all up!"

"Yes! That's the way to go!" David Schmitt agreed.  Kyle Evans nodded his head, signaling his approval.

"That's the shittiest idea I've ever heard!" An annoyed Jacoby Shaddix barked. "That approach could take months!  We should just attack them now."

   "Hey... Has anyone seen Mike Shinoda?" Jake Pitts whispered in concern, but his question was ignored.  The rest of the Thrashed started to bicker loudly with each other.  Fist fights started erupting around the semicircle, and Serj Tankian went around trying to stop everyone by slapping them harshly with his metal spatula.

   "Settle the fuck down! This isn't the fight club!" Ronnie screeched at the childish clanmates.  All of the Thrashed got back up off of the ground and stood tensely in the semicircle.  "Now since none of you can decide on a plan, I guess I'll have to think one up." He hissed in annoyance and marched to the front of the semicircle. "So... Let's just combine the ideas.  We could spy on them for a month or-so, and we could learn how they operate.  That should give us enough detail to know how to fight them.  What is the outlook that idea, Sonny?"

   Skrillex lifted his brows in self thought, calculating the numbers in his head. "According to the current status, our odds have jumped to ninety-one percent," Skrillex persisted, and rubbed his hands together in his insane fashion.

   "Alright." Ronnie smiled, pleased with himself, and remarked, "Does anyone object the plan?"   

   "I object!" a voice echoed from afar. Everyone in the semicircle had a confused look upon their face and glanced all around foolishly.

   "Who was that?! Show yourself!" Ronnie snapped. Suddenly, a petite figure approached Ronnie. His raven black hair fell just past his shoulders, his eyes were a dull olive color. His nose was as crooked as a broken tree.   The blaze of the fire made his features all the more dramatic.

   "Bitch please. You should know it is me, Ronnie." The figure sneered and marched forth towards Ronnie, chuckling in a sinister tone.

   "C-Craig...?" Ronnie stuttered in alarm, "B-but... I-I thought... y-you we-were de-dead...?" Before Ronnie had a chance to react, Craig seized Ronnie by the shoulders and pinned him to the ground.

   "SHUT YOUR FACE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SCUM BAG!" Craig growled as he snatched Serj's spatula. "I am going to shoot your fucking brains out with this gun!"

   "HEY!  THAT DOOSHEE STOLE MY SPATULA!" Serj stammered and lunged forth towards Craig. With quick reaction time, Craig dodged Serj and he fell into the blaze. Serj was drenched in peanut oil from their dinner and the flames devoured him more and more. With one last struggle, he held out his hand and screamed, "AAAAAHHHH! SOMEONE SAAAVE MEEEEEEE!"

   Upon hearing those words, Gerard Way scrambled to his feet and grabbed Serj's hand. "I'll save you!" He exclaimed as he dragged him out of the inferno.  The flames were starting to eat at Gerard's hand.  He clench his jaw and continued pulling Serj.  When he was finally out, he was still burning, unconscious. Mikey Way retrieved the large bucket of water that was originally going to be use to put out the fire, and dumped it all over Serj and slashing some onto Gerard's still burning hand.  Their skin started to bubble with dark blisters.  They immediately popped and began oozing blood.

"Someone help me!" Mikey yelled to the crowd as she wrapped her arms under Gerard's and started dragging him to the infirmary.  Kyle, David, Matt Shadows, and Christian Coma each took one of Serj's limbs and gingerly carried him off to the hospital.

   "That was.... Odd...." Craig muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Anyways... I am going to kill you now. Any last words you pathetic excuse for a leader?" Craig pulled out a stub-nose magnum from his back pocket and pointed it directly at Ronnie's head.

   "Sp-pa-pa-re... m-me...." Ronnie whispered is fear, "I wi-wi-will d-do.... an-any-anything...." Ronnie fought back tears and shook like a leaf.

   Craig rose an eyebrow and remarked, "Anything?" Ronnie meekly nodded and gulped. "If by anything, will you allow me to be the new Thrashed leader?"

   Everyone in the crowd's jaw dropped at Craig's words, but their reaction was even more shocking when Ronnie murmured, "....Agreed...."

   Craig removed the gun from Ronnie's head and loosened his grasp. "Good. Now do as I say and get your ass out of my territory!" Craig hissed like a snake.

   "R-right..." Ronnie whispered as he slowly backed away from Craig and his clan that was once under his wing. "Farewell everyone..." Ronnie wailed as he frantically ran away from Thrashed territory, knowing that everything that he once loved was lost.

   The Thrashed just watched as Ronnie ran away into the abandoned alleys.  There were murmurs of disbelief amongst the members.  They were shut up by the extinguishment of the fire.  Craig threw aside the extra bucket that was fill of water and brushed his hands on his pants.

   "Why don't you show me around my new territory?" Craig smirked wickedly at his new minions.   

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   "I think I.... I.... Am..... Safe...." Ronnie panted as he bolted through the concrete jungles of eastern DC. Exhausted, Ronnie slumped down to the ground in the middle of a nearly pitch-black alley.  Ronnie sighed and brought his legs up to his chin. Ronnie wept silently in the alley, thinking, "Why does this have to happen... I've lost everyone... everything... If only I-"

   "Hey you! What the hell are you doing in my territory?" A furious growl echoed through the alley Ronnie sat in.  Ronnie lifted his head to look at the echo, but could see nothing but a black blur.  He looked towards the sky and realized where he was.

"Oh, fuck..."