Vyle's Villains

Chapter 4: The Search is Done!

Thus, Vyle, Dimitri, and their three new members set out to conquer the world!

Oh, wait. Sorry about that.

So now it was down to six, among of which was Il-Calibar, and a promising one known as Grunt. Now, sure, Grunt sounds like a name for some idiot, but this guy was smart. Although Vyle wouldn't admit it, Grunt's intelligence matched his own!

Because, you know, Vyle was smart. For a midget.

"Contestant number one," Vyle yelled, "Il-Calibar, step forward!" The titan of black steel did so with a thundering boom. Then he boomed with his obnoxious god-like voice.

"I SHALL REND THE EARTH OF ALL GOOD LIFE FOR YOU! MOUNTAINS WILL BE PLAINS! OCEANS WILL BE DESERTS! I WILL..."

"Sorry, Illy, you're out," said Vyle.

"WHAT?!? YOU DARE DEFY THE WILL OF IL-CALIBAR?!? I'LL...I'LL..." With that, "Illy" punched out and smashed Grunt upside the head. Grunt stumbled around a bit before collapsing in a heap on the ground.

"Hey!" shouted Dimitri. "How dare you heet another conteztant! I zhall call the poleez!" Vyle glared at Dimitri with a mix of hate, rage, and apathy.

"You idiot! We're evil! If you call the police, they'll arrest us too!"

"Oh. Uh, well, leev immediately or I zhall blast you with theez expensive-looking weapon!" Dimitri brought out his Zap-O-Matic 5 million and a half and pointed it at Il-Calibar. It was, as he said, expensive-looking. Not much else, however.

"FINE. I WAS LEAVING ANYWAY." Illy stomped out and was never heard from again. At least, not in this chapter.

By this point, two other contestants had run away from fright, one had stomped out, and one was knocked out cold. The other two ran up to where Vyle and Dimitri stood above Grunt.

"Don't worry," said the first. "I'm a doctor!"

"You are?" asked Vyle.

"Well, no. I just always wanted to say that. However, my robot droid companion can administer first aid to wake up Grunt."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vyle said. The man nodded to his droid, who walked over to Grunt, looked at him, then "administered" a swift kick to Grunt's face.

Grunt's eyes fluttered open, and he looked around.

"Granh blashoo verra?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Um...what?" said Vyle.

"Vat in ze hell?" stated Dimitri.

"Oh, that's not good," said the guy.

"Weird," said the droid, raising a mechanical eyebrow. Then it kicked Grunt in the face again.

"OW!" said Grunt. "Could you-a please stop kicking me in da face?" Vyle blinked.

"Um..." he said. "Why does he sound...stupid?"

"I think I know," said the guy. "When Il-Calibar punched Grunt, it must have jarred something in his brain. Or it was Iggy's kick."

"Iggy?"

"My droid. IG-G3." The droid bowed. It was titanium-built, with a silvery shine finish. It looked like many other droids, with spindly limbs and lenses for eyes. The man wore a black suit and a black cape with a purple inside. He had black hair and blue eyes. Well, eye. One of them was a cybernetic implant. It looked kind of like a telescope protruding from his head.

"And who..." said Vyle, "are you?"

"I am Nathaniel Robert Dash III! Friends call me Nate 3."

"How about just Nate?"

"Natey."

"Nate." Vyle looked down at Grunt. "So...he's stupid now?"

"Yeah, pretty much," said Nate.

"Well, I guess he turned from 'scheming evil genius' to 'dumb labor.' And I guess you're part of the team, since everyone else ran off." Nate pumped his fist in joy. Iggy rolled his, um, eyes.

Vyle checked his watch. "Oh, crap! Ioris is getting home soon! C'mon, guys, let's get back to the lair!" So everyone piled into the van and took off down the road. Pff, evil guy's got a van. Weirdo.

Thus, Vyle, Dimitri, and their 3 new companions set out to conquer the world!