"Excellent, you've learned some control over your powers." The chicken chuckled to himself, although it sounded more like clucking.

"Well, I have a strong motivation." Meg sighed. "God, how could they do this to me? All I ever wanted was their love, and I was denied it. My own mother beat the hell out of me simply because I was an inconvenience to her. There are days where I wish I was dead."

"Don't speak like that, Megan." He replied, putting an arm around her shoulders. "You have me now, and I'll be much better than your idiot parents. Do you feel ready for your revenge?"

"I'd like to think so, but I don't know. If I see my mother again, I'll probably just cower in front of her. She'd really enjoy that, I'm sure. I hate every last one of them; Connie, my parents, the school, Quagmire, Joe, Chris, everybody! I never deserved what they put me through; they couldn't even pretend to respect me. Now they're going to pay!" A silver blast fired out of her hand, as she lost control in her anger.

"You'll get it, Megan. There's a reason I hate your father, but up until now, I had a grudging respect for him. I may be an annoying chicken who shows up at the weirdest places, but I know how to be a father."

"I thought you said you were gay."

"I have a niece I visit sometimes. She actually likes me more than my brother, probably because I get her gifts all the time. Yes, I'm spoiling her, but I don't see her much. How did you survive all these years alone?"

"I don't know; I just figured I'd be alone forever. The only company I would have is a drunken college guy. Never figured I'd sleep with Quagmire; why does Bertram want me to do that?"

"Wait a minute. He told you to do that?" He barely suppressed a shudder. Bertram was going to pay for this.

"It was supposed to ensure his loyalty, but it was probably the most disgusting thing I've ever been through." Tears fell from her eyes once again.

"You won't have to do it again; I promise." The chicken gave her a friendly hug and walked off, intending to give Bertram a piece of his mind. True, his original intention was to turn her against her father, but he had developed an attachment to Meg. Even if he hadn't, sleeping with that diseased pervert was not something he would wish on anyone. Bertram was sitting on the chair, treating it like a throne.

"So what kind of progress has she made?" Bertram asked, getting right to the point. Unlike his brother, he did more than whine and complain about his circumstances.

"She's doing quite well." He replied, before getting to his next point. "Why exactly did you have her do… those things?" He couldn't bring himself to mention it again. He held his temper in check, since the chicken knew that Bertram was a dangerous opponent.

"Simple: to ensure his loyalty," Bertram laughed. "I gave her beauty, so she had to do something for me. Besides, she may as well have some fun while she can."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" His voice was rising rapidly.

"She's not going to last long. In approximately 96 hours, her powers will overwhelm the body and cause a horribly painful death." He laughed like your typical villain. "I'm not foolish enough to let her live; that can be very counterproductive."

"I'm not going along with any of this! You're dead!" The chicken raised his fists, but Bertram merely laughed. Really, what kind of fool was he?

"I was prepared for that. Yesterday, I had a self-destruct device implanted inside your body. If you go against my will, it will shred your body to pieces. You don't have many options; I suggest you choose the right one."

The chicken growled, but made no further effort to attack. Bertram had him over a barrel now, but time could change things. If Megan died because of him, he would make sure Bertram fell along with her. He stomped out of the room, cursing himself for his stupidity.


"What are we doing here?" Brian asked. "I feel like it's been 8 months for some reason." He and Stewie were exploring the cave, hoping to find Bertram. They were originally going to bring Peter with them, but decided that was too much of a risk for this operation.

"Secret cave: real original." Stewie laughed to himself. He led the way, carrying his improved ray gun. "I just hope he doesn't have those stupid clones this time." Predictably, two of them showed up, which Stewie quickly took out.

"Great plan; make tons of noise." Brian muttered sarcastically. They continued their search, but finding nothing. Fortunately for him, Brian had a powerful sense of smell even by dog standards. "Come on, she's this way!" He started running towards her, while Stewie struggled to keep up.

Brian eventually decided to put Stewie on his back, much as it annoyed him. They didn't have any time to waste. However, they were ambushed by several flying robots. "Wow, very impressive." Brian laughed. "I guess your brother has been watching too many bad science fiction movies."

Stewie backflipped and shot three out them out of the air. Brian dodged to the left and grabbed unto another one of them. He managed to tear out the engine, causing it to fall. Needless to say, it wasn't much of a battle. They kept moving, knowing that all the commotion would alert Bertram.

"What's this thing?" Stewie wondered as he surveyed a device on the wall. " 'self destruct: do not press'. I haven't seen such a bad plot device since I rented Predator 2." He pushed the button and immediately about a dozen machine guns came out and started firing. Stewie cursed, knowing their cover was blown. He blasted the machine guns, melting them into useless slag. "You'd think all his expensive equipment could actually hit something."

"Looks like we meet again, Stewart." Bertram laughed, sitting in a floating chair surrounded by a shield.

"Who do you think you are, Xavier?" Brian scoffed. "For a second there, I was worried, but now I see you're nothing but a wimp." Bertram fired lasers at Brian, all of which missed. "Do you even know what the word aim means?"

Stewie set off a small EMP, sending the chair to the ground. "Funny; all your fancy technology is useless against someone who can actually fight. Now where is that whiny idiot Meg?" He could hardly believe he was on a rescue mission, but she could prove valuable in his efforts to kill Lois. "I suggest you talk or things will get rather unpleasant for you."

"Ha! You don't get it, do you?" Bertram laughed. "It's too late to stop me this time!"

"Save us the typical villain speech and tell us!" Brian growled, throwing him against the wall. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Stewie nodded.

A few minutes later:

"You're stuck there until you tell us what you want to know." Brian declared, as Bertram was trapped in a cage with Beavis and Butthead.

"Hey, Beavis, this baby's head is like, the size of my butt." Butthead chuckled stupidly. Brian and Stewie left, ignoring Bertram's screams of agony.

"And uh… I wish the size of my head was, like, the size of his head." Beavis added, laughing stupidly. Brian briefly considered letting him out, as being trapped in a room with them was harsh, but decided against it.


"I haven't had any luck." Peter sighed. "First, I checked the mall… (Peter looks at swimsuit models) and then I looked in the basement (Peter trips and smashes his head against the wall) I even checked in Chinatown ("No Meg here! Go away before I kick your fat ass!") "I'm a terrible father."

"That at least you're correct about." The giant chicken laughed. "If you really want to know what happened to your daughter, I took her in after your wife beat her."

"You're dead, bitch!" Peter exclaimed, but then realized something. "Wait, you said Lois beat Meg?"

"Yes, I did, and you were too blind to see it. If I hadn't helped her, she could very well be dead right now. You never gave a damn, though, seeing her as nothing more than a piece of trash."

Peter charged towards him, ready to tear him apart, but tripped over a rock on the ground and smashed his knee of the cement, hissing in pain. "Enough! Everyone is sick of that joke!" Eddie (the chicken) punched him in the jaw. "I was trying to show you the truth, but since you refuse to believe it, I'll have to take you down!"

"What's going on out here?" Lois demanded, but was sent to the ground by a wave of energy.

"Hello, mother; I'm back." Meg grinned sweetly, charging up another blast. "And I'm mighty pissed."

"I thought I told you never to come back!" Lois exclaimed. "God, why is my daughter such a failure that she can't understand a simple command." Meg lost her rage and stammered, trying to defend herself. "I lost my chance to compete in the Olympics because of you!"

"Ignore her, Megan!" The chicken warned, dodging a punch from Peter. "You don't have to be afraid anymore; I'm here beside you. Show her what you've learned."

It didn't take very long for her rage to return. She charged black energy in her hands and turned towards Lois. Perhaps it would give her an idea as to how much pain she was in for.

Brian, Stewie, Joe, and Cleveland arrived on the scene, ready for battle. Meg grinned; this was going to be fun.

I have to admit, I've become very disillusioned with Family Guy to the point where I can barely stand to watch the episodes. Originally, I was going to cancel the story, once I remembered I had it, but decided to at least finish it, especially since most people who read this have probably given up by now.