The lean, wiry girl sitting at the computer jumped and let out a tiny yelp, glancing towards her bedroom door fearfully. BAM. Someone was banging on it forcefully, making the whole wall shudder. BANG. She slapped a hand over her mouth to prevent a frightened scream, slipping from her chair onto the floor.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" a decidedly female and very, very angry voice shouted from the other side of the door.

Alexa crawled on her hands and knees under her desk, cowering under there and shutting her eyes tightly, praying that the intruder would go away. There was some sort of commotion outside the room, and then a loud CRACK as the door was kicked in and the lock broken.

Alexa was dragged, whimpering, out from under the desk. "Just what do you think you're doing?" the angry female voice asked. Lexi looked up to see Masquerade, a superhero who was most definitely not in the best of moods, standing over her. Her blonde hair was frizzy and her mask askew; to her left stood Hawkeye, who looked a lot more muscular in person. "You have ONE CHAPTER LEFT."

"Yeah, and it's from my point of view!" Hawkeye complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"One chapter and the story is over," Masquerade mimicked his stance. "I mean, sure, you've got one more story afterwards to tie up all the loose ends . . . but really! Do you know how long it's been since you last wrote 'Silver Flames'?"

Alexa's eyes widened. "I - I'm sorry! I really, really am!"

"So am I," Hawkeye grumbled. "You and your lazy butt just couldn't-"

Alexa cleared her throat. "I had some stuff going on, okay?" Masquerade snorted in disbelief. "Like, seriously, health issues and stuff at school and I've been on a complete emotional roller coaster. Life has really, really sucked for me these past few months. Like - maybe I need some of Tony's stabilizing serum just to calm my brain down."

"That doesn't mean you can just abandon us," Masquerade spoke a bit more softly.

"I know," Lexi sighed, hanging her head. "But it's all done now, and I just started summer vacation, so I can get back on track. I knew you'd come banging on my door one day . . . I just . . . I'm sorry," she sighed again.

Hawkeye reached down and helped her up, back onto her chair in front of the computer. "No worries. Just get writing, honey."

All of a sudden, Alexa started to laugh. It freaked out both Hawkeye and Masquerade, and they looked at each other in confusion. The laugh turned into an evil-villain laugh, becoming louder and more crazed as the seconds passed.

"Um . . ." Masquerade raised an eyebrow.

It died down to a giggle, and Alexa turned to her computer gleefully. "Oh, don't worry about it, dear. It's just that - soon enough, you'll be wishing you hadn't come to get me to start writing again."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Masquerade flipped out, her voice going high-pitched.

Alexa flexed her fingers. "Just that I have some . . . unforgivable stuff planned for you, Masquerade, darling. Trust me, you're not getting out of this one in very good shape. I'd even go so far as to say you'll wish you were dead by the end of this last story. Yes, I think that's reasonable."

Masquerade lunged forward, shaking the thin teenage girl; Hawkeye pulled her back. "You can't interfere, Sam, she's the author; you have to let her do what she wants."

"YOLO," Lexi giggled.

Masquerade let out a screech as Hawkeye dragged her out of the room. "What are you going to do to me?!"

Alexa just cackled again and opened up a new Word document. Oh, my. This was going to be fun.

Last chapter and new story coming soon.