This is the first time that I'm writing more than one story at a time so wish me luck! I know it's gonna be sort of an over-used plot by now but I promise to make it something different than what others have done and to make it my own. Enjoy the story :)

'I want that knife'

Looking into the window of a small antique shop, he could clearly see it sitting inside a display counter.

It was a Karambit. Looked very similar to one of those Velociraptor claws seen on that movie Jurassic Park. It had a black handle with a neon green blade. It almost looked like it glowed from where he was standing.

'Fucking sick' he grinned, looking around for a viable target. In the mall, there were always plenty of them.

Whistling to himself and trying to act inconspicuous, he tapped his foot in wait.

Until a large man with a nice looking watch was walking by him.

He flicked his fingers, making his wallet fall out of his pocket and onto the floor.

Making sure no one else saw that, he walked over and leaned over to pick it up off the ground.

'Thanks for the money, big guy' he snorted and walked into the small antique store.

He was outside walking along the sidewalk with his knew knife in his pocket, counting the cash that was in the man's wallet that he stole.

'What a prick. Keeping this much cash on him. I'm probably teaching him a lesson as it is. I'm such a good citizen' he giggled to himself.

"ANTISEPTICEYE!!"

'Goddammit'

He turned around with his hands up in the air in mock surrender, "Oh! What a coincidence! Thy good hero is here to save the day!"

Jackieboyman, his ego 'brethren' snarled at him, "The HELL do you think you're doing, you piece of shit!? Stealing from old men? What's next? Were you planning on killing him later, too!?"

"Easy! Easy there!" Anti glitched a little taking a step back, "It's not like that, I swear! I was gonna give the prick his wallet back! Here!" he tossed it over to him but Jackie still glared hard.

"And the money, Anti"

He snorted, "AND the money? Now come on, I DO have to eat and pay rent SOMEHOW, Jackieboyman! And from the looks of it, you and I can BOTH agree that old man needed to be on a diet-"

"Anti, that's enough! Give me the money!" he reached for his weapon's belt.

Anti saw this and snickered, "What you gonna do, love? Tase me? Blind me with pepper-spray? You've already tried before!"

"And it's WORKED before, too, in case you've forgotten" Jackie deadpanned.

Anti shrugged, "For your information, I LIKED being tased!"

"Weird. Give me the money"

"No!" Anti stooped to whining, "It's mine now! Finders keepers!"

"What are you, a fucking CHILD?! Hand it over, Anti! It doesn't belong to you!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Anti was starting to get pissed off, reaching for his new blade, "As long as you fucking leave right now, I won't gut you, ya Batman FREAK!"

"I'M NOTHING LIKE BATMAN!"

"Oh so sorry! Was it Spider-man, then?! I couldn't remember, both your role-models are fucking stupid! Not to mention they're not REAL! YOUR'E the child here, JackieboyMAN!"

Anti knew he was pushing his luck but he didn't care. He was on the edge and he always sort of liked it that way. Glancing in a certain direction, he spotted a telephone pole nearby.

Jackie clenched his fists, losing his patience with the brat, "Ya SEE?! This is why nobody fucking cares about you! You're nothing but murdering street trash that needs BURNED and WIPED FROM EXISTENCE!"

Anti gripped his chest, acting like his words hurt him, "Ouchie! Uh! The pain!"

"Fucking-" Jackie lunged towards him only for Anti glitch out of the way a few feet away.

The virus made a face at him and threw a twenty dollar bill at him, "Here's to go for a new hair-cut, red! You're getting a bit ragged!"

Before Jackie could try and attack him again, Anti disappeared, glitched through the telephone pole.

The hero shouted at himself in anger but pocketed the old man's wallet, shaking his head.

'At least he can probably stop all of his accounts before Anti goes on a shopping spree. What a fucking asshole'

Anti laughed at himself, knowing he got away once again.

He shook his head, counting the cash, 'Two-hundred dollars. That should be enough for now. Can't use the cards. Most likely too late. If the damn hero hadn't shown up when he did, I might have been able to rush them to the gas station to draw out even more cash'

He sighed to himself, 'Oh well. There's always tomorrow. Tonight, I'll order myself a feast!'

He thought briefly about what he'd want to order, 'Pizza sounds good. Actually any sort of starchy, cheesy food sounds good . . .maybe I'll order mozzarella sticks and breadsticks . . . hot wings? Mac 'n cheese?'

He nodded to himself as he walked on home, pocketing the money and keeping his hood up. None of them knew where he lived and he liked to keep it that way.

"Hell, maybe I'll even tip the guy if he's quick enough!" he laughed at himself, "But if he's not . . . . he'll be soooorry~"

"I fucking SWEAR! Next time I see that little pest, I'll fucking kill him since none of YOU seem to have the guts!"

Jackie was ranting to the other Septic egos about his bout with Anti today.

Henrik rolled his eyes, "Get in line"

Chase snorted, "Yeah, I mean we ALL have a reason to hate him, Jackie. Don't you think we WOULD get rid of him if we could? You're the only one of us besides Marv that has a shot against him and Marv . . well . . . He'd rather stay in his room all day summoning some demon or whatever than help us kill the bastard"

"Who said I'm always in my room?"

Everyone jumped.

"Jaysus, Marv!" Jackie shouted, "Ya need a fooking bell on ya or something"

"What? Like a cat?" the magician rolled his eyes, "And for your guy's information, I don't summon demons! I talk to the dead, there's a difference. And I practice little spells and shit. Anyway, that's not the point!" he poked his mask up off his face to give them all a stern glare.

"And why are you all talking about killing Anti? Shouldn't we all be the ones living by example? I mean, we're the good guys, yeah? Killing isn't exactly our forte"

"You're right, it's Anti's" Jackie scoffed, "Whatever, though. I see your point. It's just . . . no matter what I do, I can never capture him or talk any sense into him! It's like he's just inherently evil! A fucking killer brat who thinks he can just get away with anything!"

"You mean childish?" Chase said, "Like a serial killer kid . . .. terrifying, bro. All I can think of now is that fooking 'Chucky' doll with a knife! Except it looks like Anti!"

The others suddenly belted out in laughter, just imaging it.

Jameson slapped his leg and signed, 'Just imagine Anti with tiny legs running after you! You can just throw a pillow and he'll go down!'

"AHAHAHA!" Jackie laughed at that, "I fooking wish! Fuck, I wish there was a spell for that."

"There probably is" Marvin shrugged.

"Please do not even think of it" Henrik glared at him, "We do not need any accidents around here with you practicing spells like zhat!"

"It's not really possible anyway, I don't think" Marvin waved it off, "That's black magic stuff and I don't think I'm ready for that yet"

"Anyway" Chase shook his head, "Let's forget about that thought. Thinking about a pint-sized Anti with a knife is giving me a headache"

"You sure it isn't zhe booze in your hand?" Schneep harped at him.

"Not this again." Chase rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, I have one of Sammy's old baby dolls in my room and I don't wanna have nightmares tonight of it looking like Anti with a knife. I get weird dreams sometimes, ya know? Anyways, what's for dinner, dudes?"

Everyone knew Chase was just trying to change the subject but it seemed to work for Marvin and Jameson.

"How about we order out sushi!?" Marvin suggested.

'Or perhaps some good hoagies at that sub way place?' Jameson tried to ask. He still didn't understand that the actual store was CALLED Subway, bless his heart.

"That one!" Jackie pointed at Jameson, "That one sounds better"

"AW but we NEVER order what I want!" the magician pouted.

"Yo, you just ate sushi for lunch today. I saw you sneak it up to your room ya fooking gremlin!"

"Shut up"

"I'll order." Henrik got up out of his seat and left to the kitchen, "Any excuse to get away from all your insignificant yelling"

Jackie shrugged, "So Subway?"

"Sounds good to me" Chase nodded.

'How about you get a tuna sandwich?' Jameson asked Marvin.

The magician finally conceded, "That DOES sound good, I guess"

Later that night, Marvin was full from his sandwich and was sifting through one of his spell-books. He wasn't looking for anything in particular.

Or so he thought.

He just came across it by chance.

Marvin tilted his head, reading the strange spell.

'Is that it? I thought it was longer . . . .'

Entranced by the spell, Marvin read on more about it.

'It's a higher level spell but it doesn't sound too hard for me. I know it was just a joke earlier. I'd never turn anyone into a child. Besides, THIS spell reverts the victim to their mind's age and it'd be more likely to kill Anti if anything.' he snorted to himself at his dark humor.

'It wouldn't hurt to read more on it. Sounds pretty cool, actually. Maybe something else like one of these black magic spells would be useful one day. I'll look and try and see if there's any more that are a similar level and less . .. . deadly.'

Anti asked for his order an hour ago. He was getting impatient and an impatient Anti was never good.

In the end, he had ordered pepperoni pizzas with extra pepperoni, an order of cheesy breadsticks, mozzarella sticks, two orders of hot wings, a bowl of macaroni and cheese, an order of nachos, an ice cream cake AND a large black coffee . . . . he had the sugar and creamer in his fridge.

He didn't care if it seemed like a lot. It'd feed him for a while anyway.

'And tomorrow, I can search for another poor soul to pay for my rent' he thought giddily.

Finally someone knocked on his door.

'Fucking finally. . . .' he felt for his knew knife in his pocket.

Walking to the door, Anti put on a big smile as he opened it up wide.

"Hello! You must be the delivery boy~!"

The guy at the door had a two-wheeled hand truck cart stacked with all of his orders, "Hey man . . . uh . .. you having a party or something?"

"Sure" Anti still grinned at him eerily, "You sure took your time getting here, didn't you?"

The guy seemed to be a bit affronted, "Well I mean. . it's a lot of food to make, man."

"The other guy on the phone said it'd take half an hour max"

"Geez, you sound like a Karen" he joked, laughing a little, "But seriously, man, he meant it'd take a half hour to MAKE all the food. Not to make it AND get it all here"

"I was told half an hour." Anti snorted, "And I expected half an hour" he imagined all the things he could do to hurt this man.

"Right. Sorry about that. I can give ya a discount if you want?"

"Not my money I'm paying with so it don't matter."

". . . O-okay. Can I bring your food in or?"

"Sure! Sure, come on in!" Anti got out of the way, letting him through with the boxes of food.

"Tight . . . where's all the guests? You said it was a party?"

Anti slammed the door shut, "I did. You're the guest. And we're just about to play pin the knife in the delivery boy!"

Before his neighbors could hear any fuss, Anti was quick to knock him out. He'd tie him up and teach him a lesson later.

Whatcha guys think? Looking good so far? Any criticisms or suggestions?