Lord Hayden vs. Zac Efron
By Lord Hayden

It was a peaceful, quiet day, up by Hayden's cave. The sky was blue, a few fluffy white clouds in the sky, and a few eagles were winging their way through the sky. A peaceful day indeed.
Hayden was at the mouth of his cave, practicing his drawing skills on a piece of paper.
So far, he was improving. He was not spectacular; there were some things that needed a bit more practice, but he was certainly doing well.
Hayden stopped to rest for a moment, and closed his eyes, absorbing the tranquility of his surroundings.
And then, a most unfamiliar scent came to his nose.
A human.
It was no natural scent; it was polluted with hair oil, cologne, and synthetic fiber, a pungent odor that his nose did not take to at all.
At once Hayden's eyes opened, and he found himself looking upon a form which he knew well and disliked.
Dark brown hair that hung down over his temple, cold, soulless eyes, thick eyebrows, somewhat wide head, the face that had thousands of girls all over the world swooning over him.
Zac Efron.
A deep thrill of joy ran through Zac when he came upon the werewolf. At last his search had borne fruit. He had found the culprit who was responsible for giving him bad publicity of late and making him a laughingstock on the Internet.
He had thought the guilty party was a human, but it was a werewolf. That just might make things a little difficult.
But nevertheless, here the perpetrator was, and he would meet his death before the day was done.

Zac had brought a fearful weapon- the Sword of a Huge Stream of Money. Zac was sure that he could easily defeat the beast with it.
He drew the blade from its scabbard and experimentally swung the blade about. This was no ordinary weapon forged from metal. There was power in it, power that he could feel vibrating from along the tip of hilt to the point of the blade, power that gave the sword life. This werewolf would be no match for him.
Yes, this was a weapon of power, a weapon of strength. No matter what brawn the werewolf possessed, it could not save him from Zac's wrath channeled through the sword.
Raising the sword high, he charged forward, the light in his soul-killing eyes a clear indicator of his intentions.
Hayden, watching Zac, was surprised.
No doubt Efron was here because of the cartoon he had made about the Hollywood upstart, a month before. It had become immensely popular and had swept over the Internet like wildfire, transforming Zac from an object of romantic and sexual fantasies into one of ridicule and scorn. That had to be sole reason why Efron would take the trouble to come to an isolated place like this.
Efron wanted to settle his differences with him by way of the sword, eh? Very well, two could play that game. What a good thing he had thought to bring along his trusty sword Xejifah.
Hayden immediately drew himself up so he was standing on his hind legs, and drew his faithful blade, and planted his hind legs firmly, awaiting the charge.
With a resounding crash, the blades met, and then each of the two combatants began pushing their blades against the others, testing out the other's strength.
Hayden could feel the power of Efron's blade. It was clearly filled with the power of the Disney Channel, and Zac was using it against him. But even though Zac utilized a powerful weapon, he would not overcome Hayden's skill.
Putting all his strength into the pushing, he began to force Zac backwards.
Zac realized that he had had just a little too much faith in the magic of his blade and his abilities. Hayden was much stronger than him, and gaining the upper hand. Efron was sure that it was only the power of the HSM Sword that was kept him in the fight. Even as it was, Zac was beginning to falter.
With a roar, Hayden threw Zac off, and then aimed a mighty slash at his head. Efron, using his last readily available strength, parried the stroke, and jumped back to recuperate, and began to study his opponent.
Hayden also began to do the same thing. Zac was a danger only if he began to employ the power of his sword. He was just a fool blinded by pride and too much faith in himself, let alone inexperienced in the ways of battle. Unless Zac began using the magic in his weapon, Hayden should not have difficulty crushing him.
Launching a powerful kick, Hayden sent Zac flying and in a dusty heap on the ground, and also the HSM Sword from his grip.
Hayden moved towards Zac, preparing the administer the final blow.
Zac was through, or so Hayden thought.
As he saw the werewolf coming to him, Zac could see that he needed to do something at once or Hayden to relieve him of his head.
Begging for mercy was out of the question, and running away was no good, since Hayden was a werewolf, could easily catch him before he would have had time to get a good distance away.
Well, that only left him with one option.

He called upon his star power, sending out a psychic message to all his loyal fans all over America and the world.
"A werewolf's about to kill me! Are you going to let your man Zaxxie die?" The message resounded deep in every fangirl's head.
At once, they all responded to the call.
From the mansions of the wealthy to the shacks of the poor, Zac's legions of loyal female fans abandoned their current activity to come to the defense of their dear one.
Nothing could slow them down or hold them back - geographical barriers, police officers, parents, boyfriends, peers - many tried, but they could not stem the flow of obsessed fangirls. Though many were indeed detained or restrained, the tide could not be blocked.
A mighty force, girls of all shapes and sizes, all made their way to Hayden's cave.

Meanwhile, Hayden was raising his sword over Zac's head, preparing to separate it from the rest of the body with one stroke, when he heard a rumbling.
Felt was more accurate. He cast a sidelong glance at Zac, who had a rather gratified expression on his face, in light of the fact that he was about to die.
Hayden looked again into the gorge through which ran the path to his cave, and what greeted his eyes sent a stab of terror right into the depths of his man-wolf heart.
Fangirls.
Masses of fangirls, screaming as they charged, determined to rescue Zac from the claws of Hayden or die in the attempt.
Hayden knew straight away that there was no way he could hope to engage a whole army of fangirls and emerge victorious. He'd heard stories of what they had done to those who had mocked the objects of the affections. He knew what power such girls possessed in large numbers.
He had to get rid of them all... but how? How?
And then it came to him.

Tensing his powerful leg muscles, he jumped into the narrow canyon that the girls were swarming through, and using his claws, clambered to a suitable spot.
There were big cracks in this one, big huge rocks just waiting to come loose.
Taking Xejifah in hand, he began wedging the blade into the cracks, working to make them loose.
At first, the cracks widened only a miniscule amount, but under the repeated striking and prising, they became huge boulders which broke away from the walls, and descended down with a roar on the fangirls.
The fangirls had withstood many perils, but a rockslide of gigantic boulders was just one of the few things that their mad passion could not prevail against.
It swept down on the hapless fans, carrying them away, crushing skulls like eggs and snapping limbs like toothpicks.
They screamed and tried to escape, but it was much too late. The death rocks rolled along and crushed as they rolled, and screams filled the air, and those death shrieks faded away.
Hayden looked on as the entire force of fangirls was destroyed, and smiled. He'd finished a whole army with one blow.
Now to take care of Efron.
Zac, however, did not feel the same way as he saw his legions of groupies butchered by the rockslide. How could Hayden do that? Insult him with a cartoon, and insult him again by killing all his fans. The werewolf would pay dearly for this.
Face twisting in anger, Zac's grip tightened around the hilt of his blade. It was time to start putting the power of the HSM Sword to use. Just let Hayden come up again, and then he'd see.
Hayden climbed out of the gorge and spied Efron staring at him, sword in hand again, his face looking like a storm cloud.
Hayden charged again, determined to finish Zac this time.
This time, however, he never made it.
When Hayden was not more than 20 feet away, Efron plunged his blade into the ground, and from nowhere, a mighty tornado blasted its way up to the werewolf, which, in particular was different, because it had large amounts of dollar bills and coins spinning around in it.
With full force, it swept down on Hayden and hurled him high in the air, tearing his weapon from his grip and violently throwing him about the sky.
Hayden was spinning around in heart of the cyclone, and was receiving a savage beating indeed. Dollar bills and dust flew into his mouth, making him choke and cough and breathing a struggle, while pennies, quarters, dimes and nickels mercilessly pounded his frame.
Even while he was being ruthlessly abused in the tornado, he had enough presence of mind to know that this was Efron's doing. Seemed Efron did know how to use the power of his blade, and he was doing it quite well.
At last, the freak tornado flung Hayden, cut, bleeding, and half blinded, to the ground.
Efron had defeated Hayden.
Zac looked down at the pitiful mass in front of him and smiled. Hayden no longer posed a threat to him now; he could kill him quite easily.
Slowly, casually he moved forward. There was no need to hurry. Hayden would not suddenly snap alive and try to knock him out.
He laughed as he drew close and lifted the blade high, ready to stab the deformed beast through the heart.

On the edge of consciousness, Hayden could only make out a dim outline of a figure which seemed to be quite close, close enough for him to touch. He could not recognize the shape, but it seemed to be laughing.
Then it came back.
Zac was about to kill him.
Forcing his way into consciousness, he could now see Zac leering cruelly as he began to bring the blade down.
Though it hurt him terribly, he caught both of Efron's arms as they drove the blade down and broke them at the elbow.
Efron's long, loud shriek, though painful to his ears, helped him become fully conscious.
Painfully he got to his feet, and looked around for Xejifah.
And there he saw it, embedded in the ground 30 meters away.
Slowly he limped over to it, and only just managed to dislodge it from the ground, and turned around and headed toward Efron.
Efron had recovered from the shock of the injury and, as he saw Hayden painfully limping towards him with his blade, began shouting curses one after another at Hayden, using the foulest, blackest, filthiest language he knew, never once stopping to take a breath.
Zac's curses and foul insults however, fell on deaf ears. Hayden had only one thought in mind: to do what had to be done.
He seized Efron by the throat with one paw, and squeezed, drastically reducing the air supply and cutting off the stream of curses.
Bringing back his sword paw, he plunged into Efron's chest with all his might.
Xejifah went in clean and came out through Zac's back coated thickly in blood.
Zac briefly looked surprised, and then the expression began to turn into anger at the realization that Hayden had killed him, but his life force was already draining out, so death sucked that terrible expression of his face and Zac's body went limp. Efron's legs ceased to kick, and his eyes lost focus.
Slowly, Hayden drew out his blade from Efron's body and cast the corpse aside.
Wearily, only too aware of the pain this action caused him, he bent down and cleaned his blade on Zac's shirt, then laid it down and paused to reflect.
Who would have thought that a day that began so peacefully would have led to this? Hayden was injured, no doubt, and badly at that.
But he had managed to silence another aggravating Disney star, so all these injuries were not in vain.
Hayden turned and limped back into his cave, pausing briefly to pick up his blade, having no thought at all for Zac's body and how it would be disposed of, or even his forgotten drawing materials. His only thought was to get inside and rest.
Once he was inside, he lay down and closed is eyes. Nothing mattered now.
Only rest. Rest from the battle, his injuries, Zac's soulless eyes, everything...

THE END