Special thanks to JinjaGirl25, ArgentinaV, Ice wolf, DragonInferno, Cheetha Suno, Lakota1172 and Anynonomous131for reviewing.

Hi guys, as I promised - the final chapter of Auntie Charley! Enjoy!

Side Note: I'm sorry but the updates on my other stories will be pretty haphazard since I don't know when I'll be able to write. I'm very sick now so I'm sorry if I can update as frequently. I also have to say I'm sorry to DragonInferno for not updating 'Shadow of Caelum' when I said I would. I was planning to update it this weekend but now I'm not so sure. And sorry if there are any mistakes in the chapter, I think I don't make them as much as I used to but I have a headache now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Monsuno or any of it's characters. This is a request from ArgentinaV,she owns the idea and the OC - Xyphez which will appear in this story.

4. A Little Help from my Frineds

There were only three things that made Dax this mad. Losing a battle, being someone's hostage and being betrayed - and right now, he'd experienced all three. His 'Auntie' had put him in a fairly nice room but it didn't matter to him - she could have put him in Don Pyro's dungeon and still he wouldn't care!

He didn't care about anything besides what was happening on the screen in his room.

Yes, his room from back when he lived with Auntie Charley and Duplicate and he hadn't missed it one bit. The guards had locked him there after his little chat with Charlemagne and not long after that the screen turned on playing the surveillance footage of his friends and Xyphez!

Since the live broadcast had started Xyphez had done a whole variety of unspeakable acts before lunch and in that time Dax had jumped on his bed in frustration, tried to strangle the coat rack and effectively shattered everything breakable in his room beside the screen he was currently watching. Just before lunch, Duplicate had made a move on Jinja - his move on his girl! If he ever got outta here, and if Jinja didn't kill him if he did, Xyphez was going to get it!

He was on his feet again and in a matter of seconds the wardrobe was flat on the floor. Dax panted, but felt a bit better now that he let out his anger. At that moment his Aunt stepped throw the door and, looking over the entire room, sighed exasperatedly.

"Did you really have to knock everything down?" she asked in a disinterested voice.

"You're still standing aren't ya'?" Dax retorted, he was barely resisting the urge to knock her down to the floor too and make a run for it - but that would only get him about two corners and a hallway before he got caught.

Charlemagne's eyes glimmered in amusement "I see your still the same old Dax." she said while walking over to him, the door closed behind her and experience told Dax that there were guards outside it. "You know I was worried you might be going soft?" Auntie said in the same amused voice before her face grew serious as she watched her nephew's face.

Dax was caught of guard, but he quickly covered it up "Me? Going soft? Yeah right."

Charlemagne smiled in amusement, but this time there was something more to it. It was that smug smirk she had on whenever she was sure victory would be her's. "Oh really?" she asked.

Dax crossed his arms over his chest, his face stern with hidden determination "Really."

Charlemagne smirked victoriously at something Dax wasn't aware of, but the boy had a bad feeling about whatever it was. His Aunt's eyes shifted from him to the screen behind him, her voice smug "Then I suggest you turn around." Dax frowned at the statement, warily eyeing his Aunt before he obliged, but when his eyes landed on the image on the screen he wished he didn't.

"BEYAL!" the shout ripped itself from his throat before he could stop it, as if his friend could hear him if he was loud enough. He turned to Charlemagne, fury in his eyes, but she just looked amused.

"You were saying?" she said in a taunting tone.

"You-!" Dax exclaimed "You can't let him do that!"

Charley didn't flinch, just shook her head "On the contrary, he can do whatever he wants... as long as it's not extreme."

Dax's eyes grew even more wide, voice growing even louder "You don't consider attacking a defenselessness fifteen-year-old extreme!?" he yelled.

She looked at the screen once again where Beyal had dogged another attack, although barely. Her face remained impassive as her nephew's fury grew with each passing second "He has legs, he'll doge." she said blatantly.

Dax uncrossed his arms, hands clenched in tight fists "And what if he doesn't!?" he bellowed. Throwing all caution and planning into the wind Dax charged at his smirking Aunt. She dogged and backed up so Dax charged again, but Charlemagne was already out the door by the time he got up. It locked automatically after her, leaving Dax clawing at it with all his might - but it was no use.

Finally, Dax gave up his vain attempts in escape and sat quietly on the floor. He watched the screen for any sign that his teammates might be suspicious of Duplicate but that hope dropped down to the ground with everything else he broke when Xyphez left the team, saying if anyone dare followed him... well, Dax really didn't care what his twin said... just that his friends thought he had left them.

Many hours latter, his Aunt returned with his dinner. But he was too distraught to give her any notice, not even to devise some brilliant plan of escape nor give some witty remark. No, he didn't have the will to do it after what he just watched happen.

When Xyphez had tricked Monkfish, Princess, baby Suno and Glasses... something in him suddenly felt empty. Like someone had ripped out part of his heart, taking all that came with the thoughts of his friends. Because that's what they were - friends, and he hadn't realized just how much that word meant to him until now.

Now... that it was too late...

Auntie Charley, frowned upon seeing her nephew like this. She set his plait on the table, which was surprisingly still standing "Don't be so gloomy Dax, pouting isn't good for the complexion." she said in her blatant tone.

He ignored her.

Charlemagne sighed and headed for the door "Well, here's your dinner, try not to starve yourself."

She left after that, door slipping closed after her but Dax didn't turn around. He just sat there, he didn't want to move. Everything seemed so wrong in S.T.O.R.M., he glanced over his shoulder and at the food - he didn't feel like eating. Right now he didn't feel like breathing.

Dax didn't even want to see his friends, he didn't want to see them when he knew they would doubt and be angry at him.

He sighed in defeat. For once he had no plan, no scheme and absolutely no idea what to do. Dax closed his eyes and there was only silence for a while, before-

"Dax, I am told eating vegetables is quite important." a voice told him as something hit the ground with a soft thud.

Dax's eyes snapped wide open in surprise. That voice! He knew that voice! He was up on his feet and facing the person who had said those words in a heartbeat and his heart roared in happiness at the sight of his friend.

"Monkfish!" he said incredulously. Before he knew what he was doing, Dax had hugged the smaller boy so hard that Beyal had a head time breathing.

"Have you joined S.T.O.R.M.? Is that why your trying to strangle me?" it was joke, but it made Dax tense up and he let Beyal go.

"No, no I-" he stuttered frantically "You don't really believe that?"

Beyal looked disbelievingly at his friend "Of course I don't!" he exclaimed and put a hand on Dax's shoulder "Your my friend!"

Dax gazed at the hand, so much smaller than his own "Thanks Beyal..." he said with a weak smile before a puzzled look came over his face "But how did you get in?"

Beyal smiled knowingly "Living in a Temple full of hidden passages and booby-traps comes in handy when one is trying to infiltrate a S.T.O.R.M. headquarter, don't you think?" he exclaimed merrily.

Dax nodded, the feeling of dread suddenly creeping into his stomach "You probably want an explanation... don't you?" he asked quietly.

Beyal nodded "Later. After we are back with the rest of our tribe."

Dax looked up, briefly relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with all the questions right now. They made their way out the mechanical door and trough the dark hallway. Beyal silently led the way, turning every corner cautiously and it was obvious to Dax that Monkfish had memorized the path he had come in through.

They silently crept through the last few hallways... they were careful to not be seen by any night guards. Their progress was slow but they finally made it outside.

Dax would have shouted 'Finally! I'm FREE!' but there was just one thing standing in the way, or rather two things and an army - Auntie Charley, Duplicate and the whole of S. .M. soldiers behind them.

"What do you think you're doing out of your room?" she asked sternly, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"He is going back with me." Beyal answered calmly.

"Auntie didn't ask you, Monk-Ey!" Xyphez chirped while grinning like a maniac. He started jumping from foot to foot again, obviously expecting a battle. Charlemagne sent him a glare an he quieted down, but still kept jumping like a demented kangaroo.

Charley turned back to her (saner) nephew "What would you rather have Dax, a castle in which you would get anything you want," she gestured back at the headquarters and smirked "or a camping trip with a few little kids?"

Beyal waited in anticipation for Dax's answer, it was his choice after all and Beyal would respect whatever his friend chose. Finally, Dax met Charlemagne's gaze "A castle is a really nice place to live in... but I ain't no prince." he smirked as his Auntie face became even more irritated "And a castle ain't fit for an outlaw and his gang either."

Dax nodded at Beyal and the smaller boy couldn't help but let a broad grin spread across his face.

"Arachnablade!" he called as his core hit a rock to his side "Web them!" his Monsuno did as it was told and before the S.T.O.R.M. soldiers could even comprehend what happened they were stuck in the sticky webbing.

"Ew, we're stuck in spider poop!" Xyphez exclaimed. His Aunt glared at him "Shut up and use those claws of yours!" Xyphez cringed, and with that command started the painstaking job of getting out of a doily of giant ice-spider webbing.

Beyal and Dax kept running until they were halfway to team Core-Tech's camp. They crunched over with their hands on their knees, exhausted but happy.

"Nice shot Monkfish." Dax breathed.

"I learnt from the best." Beyal answered in-between pants. He straightened himself after both he and Dax had caught their breath, but they both continued to pant.

"Your short master-dude can do that?" Dax asked in bewilderment.

Beyal grinned "No my brother, you can!"

Dax froze for a second, his heart racing. Brother. Beyal had called him brother and it felt so much better then when his actual twin called him that. He smiled at the little Monkfish.

"Beyal, I- thank you..." Dax said quietly and Beyal looked at him in confusion, but gave him the time to elaborate "for being there for me... your like my brother..." Dax finally voiced, avoiding the younger's gaze.

Beyal raised a confused eyebrow "Like the brother who just wished to make Swiss cheese out of us?"

"No!" Dax shouted, raising his gaze to meet Beyal's, his brown eyes softened "Like a little brother... that needs my protecting... and still has my back..."

Beyal smiled, eyes dancing "Then I would be glad for you to be my big brother!" he said, putting his hand on Dax's shoulder once again, only this time Dax gave him a brotherly hug, happy that someone trusted him "However..." came the small voice as Beyal stepped back "I do not wish to be near your back... or you in total when we get back to camp and Jinja has the chance to..."

Dax gulped in realization "...What am I going to do?"

"Be honest."

Dax raised an eyebrow at the innocent reply "You mean tell the rest of the team that Charlemagne is my aunt and I have a crazy twin brother with mechanical claws?" Dax realized his mistake a moment too late. He had just revealed his biggest, darkest secret! He turned to Beyal fearfully expecting a loathing look in his gray eyes, expecting a angry glare at least - but he got nothing of the sort. Just a understanding smile and a nod.

Dax shook his head in dismay "They would't believe me... I just know it."

"Well... I guess it's okay even for friends to have a few secrets..." Beyal said hesitantly and at Dax's hopeful face added "just until your ready to face it yourself."

Dax nodded, happy that he wasn't alone in this anymore.

THE END