Author's Note: I was trying to think of a way to get us from the bar place to meeting our home bro, Silas. So the only way to get time to pass without just skipping it is to write a filler chapter, unfortunately. So I tried to make something semi-interesting happen. Some things you should know about our girl Zee her for reals name is Xiamaria (pronounced . .uh or . .uh depends on where she is U.S. or U.K.). She is seventeen. Right now she is in France somewhere. Jonathan is five. His birthday is three days before Christmas.

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Take your seat and raise your curtains the show is about to begin!...I mean story the story is about to begin.

Slowly, I stood up. The hooded figure looked the same as the one who killed my parents. I was ready to use the knife, but not prepared to kill. I could if I had to, but not as a first choice. I preferred hand to hand combat and defensive at that. I would never get the chance to use it though because he held the gun point blank at me.

"What do you want?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"Come with me," the hooded one said.

"Don't bring my brother into this, please. Let's step out onto the roof," I said.

He jerked the gun to the hallway and I led him to the rooftop.

"So what is this about?" I asked.

"Your parents have sinned against the Church, so we have cleansed them," he said.

"Yeah, I got that much. I meant what did they do?" I rephrased.

"They sinned against the Church."

"Like I haven't heard that before, what did they do specifically?" I pressed.

"The church will tell you once you arrive," he said, grabbing my arm roughly. I jerked back and stumbled.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" I quipped.

"You will come with me under no other pretenses," he said.

"How about I make you a deal, I'll come with you if you hang back and let me go to the Church in my own time," I said.

"I have a schedule to keep and must get you to the Church by Christmas,"

"Fine, let me take my brother and myself there and I'll be there by Christmas, as long as you back off," I said.

"And I have your word?" he asked.

"You have my word," I said.

"By Christmas?"

"You have my word that I'll be at the Church before Christmas," I said, crossing my fingers behind my back.

"I saw that," he said, raising his gun. My hand flew to the knife that wasn't there. Too late did I realize, that was the wrong move.

Searing pain coursed through my left side. I bit my lip and soon tasted blood. Everything was telling me to scream, but my pride told me not to. The man grabbed me by my left arm. I sucked in a breath.

"Not without my brother," I said through gritted teeth.

"The church has no need for the male," the guy said.

"Yes there is or you won't get the female," I said a tad bit more aggressively.

"You can try, but you will not succeed," he said. Slowly, I grinned. I turned my head toward the man's arm. As realization hit him, I sunk my teeth into this skin. He howled in pain as he frantically tried to shake me off of his arm. I latched on for dear life; after all it was for my brother.

"Get off or I will shoot again this time you won't be able to fight at all," he threatened cocking back the hammer of the gun. I froze and released him.

"You wouldn't do it though, the church won't be happy with you if you did. Let's see if you're willing to test their mercy. Go ahead shoot me," I said, moving so the barrel was pressed against my temples.

"Go ahead, try me. I'm not afraid to die, afraid for my brother maybe, but myself? No not at all, I will give my life up in an instant for my family, try me," I taunted.

"No! Stop, foolish child!" he shrieked. I laughed, and then a long silence ensued.

"Get your brother and we will leave," he said. I raced down the stairs, grabbed my bags and frantically woke up my brother. I figured I had a few seconds before the man was pushing us to the car. Frustrated at my brother for not waking up faster, I grabbed him and rushed to our fire escape and closed the window after us. I went up to the roof again set my brother down and looked around. I threw open the shed door and pushed him in there. I followed and shut the door quietly. I heard footsteps on the concrete walking around. The pain slowly started to fade as adrenaline rushed into my veins. I covered Jonathan's mouth so he wouldn't scream or talk.

"Damn!" I heard the man say somewhere near the shed. The wall rattled as if he had kicked it. I swallowed.

"Yes, please tell the bishop I called," he said.

"I know you are here somewhere," he hissed. His voice crept closer to the door. I looked around for another way out or somewhere to hide.

I saw the perfect hiding place. I picked my brother up and boosted him up to the rafters. I quick jumped, pulling myself up onto one. Pain erupted from should and started to radiate to my shoulder and I bit into my lip again, pushing through the agony.

The door busted open and shook the entire shed. I froze. He scanned the whole shed except where we hid. When he walked out I released the breath, I hadn't noticed I had been holding. I waited until I heard the clinging of the metal fire escape being used and several minutes after that. Finally, I jumped down and lowered Jonathan down too. I, cautiously, opened the door. Slowly I crept out drawing my knife. I grasped Jonathan's wrist and dragged him to the normal stairs and we went down cautiously. The bar was closing, so we slid out before anyone noticed.

Now again we were on the run.

Author's Note: Sorry it was short but I'll make it up next chapter I promise. Cookies to my readers. Silas will be in the next chapter. My albino!