Hey, its me again. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be, but maybe 5 chapters maybe longer, but no longer then 10. I just did this chapter an hour ago and I didn't want to lose my inspiration.

Disclaimer: TheHoAProtagonist does not own House of Anubis but this fanfiction's plot line. So please don't steal the idea.

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Jerome

It was a Saturday morning at 7:00. Usually the students in Anubis House would sleep in until about 8 during the weekends. However, there was one person up and early. Jerome Clarke was just finishing buttoning up his shirt and stared in the mirror to fix his hair. You heard right, Jerome Clarke. The guy who hated school and rather just sleep in was up at 7:00.

Jerome looked satisfied at the mirror and glanced at Alfie, his roommate. To his luck, Alfie was snoring and about to fall of the bed. Jerome shook his head and checked the mirror again with a slight grin. With that, he took his bag and went outside to the kitchen.

He spotted a banana, a granola bar, and plastic bottle of milk and took it. This was going to be his breakfast for today. He thought later he could just find a place so he could grab a bite. Jerome shoved the food into his bag and peered out into the hallway. Victor was nowhere to be seen, so Jerome just assumed he was in the cellar, going nuts about how to live forever. He snuck out the front door and walked to the bus station.

In five minutes the bus came around and Jerome hopped on, paying the bus driver. He sat in the 6th row and waited for his stop. He decided not to tell anyone about his little secret journey, including Mara, or else should would have come with. Jerome needed to do this alone and he knew that. After a few different stops, the bus finally got to where Jerome needed to be.

Jerome hopped off and took in his surroundings. He was at the outskirts of town, where a few businesses were located. Only Jerome wasn't here for the few shops. Across the street was the sighed as the bus departed and started walking down the street. He didn't know if they would let him in for a visit at this time in the morning. He opened the front door and walked in.

Inside was a police officer in the front desk. She looked up, surprised and asked, "How may I help you? Are you lost?"

"No, no," Jerome answered, "I was just wanting to know when I can visit my, erm… dad. John Clarke."

"You've got lucky," said the police officer, "We normally don't let anybody in at this time. But you're dad has been really cooperative, so I think I can pull a few strings. I'll see what I've got."

"Thank you," said Jerome.

"This may take a while though," said the police officer.

"Don't worry, I can wait," replied Jerome, walking to a waiting chair. The officer grinned and disappeared down the hallway.

Nina

Nina Martin got up at 7:30. She, too, had a reason for getting up early. She glanced over at Amber and saw she was sound asleep. After a few minutes of getting ready, she made her way over to the dollhouse.

"C'mon, I know you're hiding something," Nina muttered. The dollhouse didn't give any signs of giving a clue. "Ugh." Nina grunted. She opened the hidden compartment and took out the map. She decided to go downstairs by herself and into the secret room.

Today was one of the day's she wanted to forget and get over with. She needed to be distracted all day, and since today was Saturday, it gave more time for her to dread the day even more. She snuck down the stairs and saw no one. Nina took the bobby-pin from her hair and quietly picked the lock because she didn't feel like starting the day out crawling in a secret compartment just yet. She successfully picked the lock and double checked to see if anybody was around. It was clear so she just went ahead and went into the cellar.

Nina made her way to the secret bookcase and put in the secret lock. 1-8-9-0 The bookcase opened and in went Nina. She sighed and plopped down onto the nearest seat, even though it was still quite dusty. Today was the day before her parents died. Yeah, it was just a day before, but it was the best day of her life, soon followed by the worst day of her life.

The best, because everything went perfect during the whole day. Going to have a surprise visit to her grandma for her grandma's birthday. And going to the carnival the next day. Everything was perfect. Her parents left her at her grandma's after forgetting to pick up some groceries to make the milkshake. Nina was lucky enough to kiss her parents goodbye.

It all went downhill from there. Apparently, her parents were driving down the road when a vicious driver rammed into them causing their car to flip, badly injuring her parents. Later the next day, they found out that it was a British dude (They're in America) that was on vacation and had gotten mad after his wife broke it off with his two kids. The guy had gone mad and forgot that he wasn't in England, causing him to ram into the Martin's car. The rest was handled in court after Nina's parents had briefly gotten the will done and died.

Nina didn't realize she was crying until she looked down and saw her teardrops on her clothes. To make it all worst Senkhara had appeared in front of her.

"Ah, little vulnerable Chosen One," Senkhara sang.

"What do you want?" Nina growled.

"For. The. Mask! " Senkhara shouted, "Time is a-wasting. I'll have to give you a feel of death, every single day you haven't tried."

"If you kill me, you won't have somebody to find you the Mask. And you'll have to wait 'til the next Chosen One stops by," Nina snarled. Senkhara glared at her and was now eye to eye with Nina.

"Don't give the back talk to me, little Chosen One. Or I will kill your friends in front of you." Nina's eyes widened. Senkhara laughed, "Now that had gotten you're attention, hadn't it?"

Nina exclaimed, "I can't the mask so soon! There are dangers ahead and I'm practically human! You could probably find your way through the tunnels in no time."

"Yes, I can," said Senkhara, "But there is magic protecting the Mask and only the Chosen One and the gods can access it."

"I'll need more time," said Nina.

"You'll get more after finding a way through the tunnels," said Senkhara, "By the end of your school term, I want the mask. No later, no less." Nina shook her head feebly. "But I won't have all the patience in eternity." Before Nina could say anything else, Senkhara gave her a glare and vanished. Nina couldn't take it anymore and burst out crying.

Jerome

The police officer came up to Jerome and said, "You're allowed to come in." Jerome licked his lips in anticipation and followed her into the visiting hall. He saw his dad beaming at him. "How long would you like to stay in here? I know you'd like some privacy with him though," the officer asked.

"Give us about hour, but maybe thirty minutes," Jerome replied.

"Okay then, scream if you're to be mugged," remarked the officer.

"Thanks, officer Valentine," John said. The officer nodded her head and closed the door. John spoke, "I was worried you wouldn't come back."

"I try to stay to my word," Jerome mumbled.

John smiled, "Good."

"You said you were going to tell me something if I came back alone," said Jerome, "What is it?"

"Do you want to start on that subject this early?" asked John. Jerome nodded yes. "I'll ask you this, do you want to know what I have done to get into this?" John motioned his arms to the room around him.

"Here?" Jerome asked, "In the jail?"

"Would you like to hear it?" questioned John.

Jerome spoke hesitantly, "Why not?"

~ John's PoV: Flashback ~

We went to America one holiday, I'm not sure if you'd remember since you were what 3- 4? years old and Poppy hadn't been born out of your mum's stomach a while ago. Things weren't going great with your mum and I. I had done some bad things then, regretting them after I do it every single time. Regretting it now even. I tried to fix it my taking you, a newborn Poppy, and your mum to America. Jerome gave a little snort at this part. Why, what's wrong? Nothing, it's just two of my house mates are Americans," Jerome said. Anyways, we had gotten to our hotel where they had the reservations all confused, causing us to stay at a crappy hotel. That set your mum off. After a five hour flight from London she had gave me all her fury. It was there, in that dingy little American hotel, she went off. She broke our marriage. I was young and insane. I took a cab to the jewelry store, stole a ring, and tried to get her hand back. I was foolish enough to break into an American car and run into the freeway, not even knowing an ounce of how to drive the blasted thing.

~ End of PoV & Flashback ~

"What happened?" Jerome asked.

John sighed, "I lost control and hit a car, flipping it." He said it as if those words were such a burden. "I was trialed in America and sent here for prison."

"What happened to the people you hit?" questioned Jerome, "They were okay, right?"

John gulped and rubbed his temples, losing eye contact, "There was a couple in there. And they were killed."

"Killed?" repeated Jerome, "Who were they?"

"Why?"

"I want to know, talk to their family members," Jerome mumbled.

"I don't remember their names," John said.

"Tell me their last names at least," Jerome pushed.

"I think…"

"What is it? The last name?"

"Martin."

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~Peace