(A.N that last chapter tho...don't worry it only gets sadder from here. Bet you all feel sorry for Hellbent and Hanna now huh?)

"You really need to protect yourself kid."

Critical and Pringle both stood over Slapped Ham. He was cowering in fear. Critical pulled off his hood and sighed.

"The thugs are gone. You can stop pissing yourself." Pringle said flatly.

Slapped Ham stopped shaking and stood up. "Thanks guys! I really appreciate your help." He smiled. Critical rolled his eyes.

"Happy to help, as usual, but this is everyday now Ham. You gotta stand up for yourself."

Slapped Ham adjusted his huge glasses and looked at his feet. "I know...your right..."

Pringle pat his shoulder. "All though...I think they won't be coming back to pick on you soon. Especially after that beating they just took."

Slapped Ham shrugged. "I guess..."

Critical pulled on his hood. "Come on guys. Lets go get some ice cream or something." He turned around to leave.

(A few minutes later)

"Err...AmPm?"

Slapped Ham looked at Critical and Pringle suspiciously as they raided the Slurrpe Machine.

"Uh...yeah!" Pringle said as he filled up 2 cups.

"I thought we were getting Ice Cream...." Slapped Ham whined.

Critical pointed a sharp finger at the ice chest. "Go crazy." He said, not turning to look at him.

Slapped Ham sighed and leaned against the wall. He waited for Pringle and Critical to finish before speaking.

"You had a run in with Hanna today?" He asked. Critical stopped in his tracks.

"Shima told me. We are close freinds. What is her problem? Dan too. He keeps on bothering Shima. And yet he is freinds with Hellbent. In the science club people keep on saying that Dolan and Shima kissed infront of Hanna. Others say Critical was there." He motioned to Critical to prove his point. "Do any of you know why or what really happened?"

Critical shivered. Pringle turned over to him then shifted his glance back at Slapped Ham. They all went silent for a few minutes.

"Well..." Critical was cut off by a sudden gun shot. Pringle and Slapped Ham dropped to the floor as Critical spun around to face the front of the store. There was a sudden shattering of glass and the front windows blasted open. Glass was flung in all directions.

"Shits about to blow guys!!!" A voice boomed from the conter. Critical crouched down with Pringle and Slapped Ham. They had their backs to the shelves, listening in. Critical leaned and peeked over to see what was happening.

There was 6 boys, all wearing identical black hoods, shoving their guns in the terrified Cashiers face. The boy at the front had a red strip across the top of his hood. Critical thought that was their leader.

One of the boys was holding a red backpack. He raised it up and flung it around. "The money. Now." The boy with the red strip demanded. The cashier frantically scooped up money from the cash register and dumped it into the back pack.

"Good job gramps. Scout out the area. Anything you think is valuable, take it." He ordered. The other 5 nodded and dispersed around the AmPm. Before the leader turned back, he pointed his gun back at the cashier. "Bad Luck for you." He chuckled and pulled the trigger.

The loud ringing of the sudden gun shot made Slapped Ham jump slightly. He knocked down some cans on the nearby shelf, alerting the thugs nearby.

Pringle cursed under his breath as he heared the footsteps come closer. Critical held his breath as he heared the thugs get closer to finding them.

"I think I heared something over here..."

Critical's eyes snapped open in surpise. He jumped up to see the hooded figure standing in front of him. "HELLBENT!?" He yelled in protest.

Quickly he punched the hooded figure so hard, it knocked him off his feet. His gun went flying from his hand and the hood slipped off his head, revealing his black hair, golden eyes, and red horns.

Hellbent tried catching his breath but Critical jumped on top of him and held him down. "What in the hell are you doing!?" He yelled in Hellbent's face.

The others quickly rushed over to help Hellbent and Pringle stood up. Wanting to protect Critical, he kicked and hit any nearby thugs away. The leader stood by and watched. Sighing he raised his gun, aiming ever so carefully at Pringle's chest.

Slapped Ham, who was cowering behind Pringle, saw the gun and yelled. "Pringle! Look out!" Summoning all his courage, he wrapped his arms around Pringle's waist and used all his little strength to move Pringle aside.

When the bullet fired, it zipped past Pringle, barely missing his hair, past Slapped Ham's ear and into Critical's shoulder.

Everything was dead silent when Critical yelled out in pain. He fell off of Hellbent and onto the floor, cluching his shoulder. Hellbent jumped up and turned to Critical in shock.

"Alright then. Now that is done..." The leader spoke. He gripped his hood and tossed it off. "Lets get to business..." His shaggy brown hair and shining emerald eyes made Pringle step back. "Funny seeing you here...Pringle." A light smirk lifted on the leader's face.

"D-Dan!?"

(A.N hey! Hope you like that chapter. And thanks for reading!)