Part 1: Chapter Seven

     After effectively liberating Cuba from their evil dictator, Holden bid farewell to the President of Venezuela , and headed off to lunch. He traveled to the cafeteria and got in line for some food. After receiving this food, he took a seat at a nearby table, happily munching away on some crunchy peanut butter.

     "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... that's some good peanut butter," said Holden to himself.

     "Is it?" asked a voice.

     "Who said that?" asked Holden to the voice.

     "ME!" yelled the voice of Dlanor as he fell through the ceiling. Unfortunately, the ceiling was very high. Dlanor's legs hit the ground so hard that the bones burst through his skin. Blood was flowing like a turbulent river.

     "WT heck?" asked Holden. "Dlanor, I thought I killed you. Twice!"

     "Only a fool," said Dlanor, blood dripping down his mouth "would think that they could kill Dlanor Yelsaew."

     "Dlanor, why would you jump from such a high place?" asked Holden.

     "To surprise you!" said Dlanor. "And it totally worked."

     "Okay, good job, bro," said Holden. They both stared at each other for a long time, Dlanor occasionally wiping the blood from his mouth.

     "Stop it boys!" said an annoying female voice that had an English accent.

     "Oh my goodness," said Dlanor and Holden in unison. "It's Hermione Mother-Licking Granger."

     "That's right, and I have come to challenge you, Holden, to your next match!"

     "Okay, just one second," said Holden, grabbing Dlanor's leg bone and ripping it from his body.

     "ARRRRRRRRRRRAGHHHHHARRGJAGAHJAUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuu..." said Dlanor as he slipped from consciousness.

     "NO! I want you awake when I kill you!" Holden slapped Dlanor across the face and shoved the bone into Dlanor's jugular. The light left Dlanor's eyes, and from out of nowhere a pack of vultures swooped down and snatched up his body.

     "That's why no one, and I mean no one, kills my father."

     "That was impressive," said Hermione. "Now let us duel."

     "Okay, just let me throw away the rest of my lunch," said Holden. He walked over to the nearest trash reciprocal and dumped everything from his tray. Well, almost everything.

     "Okay Hermione, let's start this due--" but Holden didn't finish his sentence, because he was too busy throwing the knife he saved from his dish tray at Hermione. It buried itself deep into the right atrium of Hermione's heart. 

     Holden's knife throwing skills are comparable to that one person in the Hunger Games who can throw knives really well.

     Hermione's body fell to the ground and the same group of vultures that had grabbed Dlanor carried her away.

     "That was so wack," said Holden.

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