You Learn Something New Everyday. For instance, you are not a reaper, and you father is actually a scientist who may or may not be as psycho as Professor Stein. Fun.

Gilbert K. Albernad is currently 39, meaning he had me when he was just 20. He lives a few blocks away from the library I was in, and I had to say, from the book I was reading, he had a nice house. I returned the book to the shelf and headed down the streets to find him. Gilbert. Have you dreamt about your Daughter?

When I reach the house, my heart is pounding. I reach to the doorbell. Ding! Dong! Dong! Ding!

A man with black hair that looks like a light navy blue opens up. "Excuse me, are you Gilbert K. Albernad?"

He squints at me. "You're a little young to be a fan. Yes, I am Gilbert. Can I help you?" I like Gilbert. His smile is warm, and I enjoy speaking with him. I know everything will be fine.

"I'm Athena, Cassiandra's eldest daughter. Your daughter."

His face goes white. I suppose Mom left him while she wasn't showing. He doesn't know who I am. "A-Athena? Please come in sweetheart." He turns around. He rushes into one of the back rooms. Sweetheart? SWEETHEART? NOBODY calls me 'sweetheart' especially when I've only known them for less than a minute.

The hallway is crowded with clothes, bookshelves and I don't even want to know what. I can see the room he went into through the hallway, so I focus on keeping myself from tripping over the stuff. I was a bit of a neat freak, and I'd clean it all up later.

He's clearing the couch so he can sit down. He's already cleared off one chair for me (Although I don't intend on using it, but I'll let myself sprawl on the couch later). This room in cluttered like the hallway. I have a large Job ahead of me. He points at the couch, which is facing away from the kitchen. "Sit."

I do as I'm told and place my hands carefully on top of my lap. Be cute, be pretty, be innocent, be intelligent. Be cute, be pretty, be innocent, be intelligent. He hands me a small chipped glass filled with tea. I'm not a tea person, but I appreciate the offer and drink it. He sits in the chair facing me. Be cute, be pretty, be innocent, be intelligent. He looks at me warily. "Are you a witch like your mother?"

I look down into my tea cup. I hate that question. "Yes, I am. It was passed through heritage." I say. I pause. What is the OTHER half of my heritage? I stare at his chest trying to detect his soul. Nervous, anxious, twitchy, devious, scared. He wasn't a witch, a meister, a weapon, or a human. He wasn't a golem, so perhaps he was a shape shifter? Yes, he was clearly a shape shifter.

That'll be fun to try out later, I smile.

He stares at me. He contemplates quietly, and then out of the blue, he stands up and says "Snack Time!" I turn to watch him, but he smiles at me. "It's a surprise!" I'm unnerved by the generosity, but I don't move. I notice his breathing has gotten shaky. Really shaky- I dodge the knife just as it soars past my head.

I back up so I can face him. He has the same face, but his body has turned metal with 24 metal arms coming out on either side. He uses some of them like legs, I think. His body is curved like and angry snake prepared to strike without the coil at the bottom. Where each of his hands should be, there is a sharp knife like the one I dodged just a few seconds ago.

I back up even further. I can't run, I'll trip on my way out the door. I can't fight, he's far too strong for me to handle without a weapon, and I don't want to remove soul protect until I NEED to. I back up further. I'm against the wall now, and there's a bookshelf behind me. something pointy digs into my back. I grab it, acting defenceless. I realize he can't throw the knife, but he can stab faster than anything I've ever known. He would have caused me a bit of trouble even with a familiar weapon. I won't know what I'm using until last second. FUN.

As he closes in slowly, I begin to anticipate his movements. He'll want to kill me slowly. He'll be moving slowly with the stabbing on my right arm until he realizes I'll defend myself. When he's making his move on my right arm, I dodge left and kick him under the chin, sending him backwards. I take out the weapon I stole from the bookcase. A sharp monster claw. I lunge on top of him. One of his hands/arms/knives/ pierce my skin but I'm running the claw deeper and deeper into his neck. It's almost the full way through. He has stopped moving. I push the claw further through, until I can see his soul. Dead. I yank the claw free from whatever his body dissolved into and wander into the kitchen. You learn something new everyday. Like how your dad actually really wants to kill you.

I decide to loot his house, in case there is anything worth keeping. In the kitchen, I find Oreo cookies, a back pack (In another massive pile of laundry) as well as a bit of clothing that I can wear and looks clean. I also find a few dried pieces of meat that I identified as beef, some crackers, two water bottles (Which I fill to the top with clean water), and a lottery ticket. I shrug. You never know. I grab the bloody claw and run it under water and clean it. I keep it in hand. I head upstairs. In the bedroom there were a few hundred dollars, a brand-new tooth brush and tooth paste still in the packaging. I shove those in the pack. I begin to walk through the hall to the room I assume to be his laboratory when I hear a cry. It's faint, meaning it comes from a sound proof room. I open the door.

There is are young girls, completely unclothed, chained to the wall. They were screaming help, and I walked forward to one. There were souls scattered across the room, but I wanted to help them first. I reach for one of the six billion keys I see on the ledge. I try it on all of the girls, and one of them is free. I spent my time freeing each of the girls. I spoke to the one who looked the eldest.

"Gilbert, the pedophile, used us as sex slaves. He would alternate depending on what he wanted, and he created demons to watch over us. When you killed him, the demons died to. We started screaming for help, hoping you'd hear us through the walls. Thank you a lot for freeing us." She shakes her head. most of the younger girls had already gone to find clothes that fit, while she sat in front of me talking. She didn't seem to mind the fact she was unclothed, or maybe she just wanted to make sure she was safe by talking to her saviour. "Miss, what's your name?"

I look at her. She's dead serious. "I'm Athena Artemis Death."

"I'm Sarah Topiko. I'll get dressed, and then I'll meet you here. I'd like to finish talking to you." Sarah says, flicking her strawberry blond hair. I stare at her blue eyes.

"I'll still be upstairs, but I likely won't be in this room. I want to check around for anything helpful. I'll be looking in the two rooms down the hall, and I may drop by here one more time because I'm not sure I've seen everything." She nods, and then heads off. I get up. We had been sitting on the floor. I go over to the desk by the farthest corner. It holds a few different types of whips (Ech) as well as a solar powered watch. I grab the watch and slip it on. I suddenly realize I haven't destroyed Fyre's soul like I intended on. I grab my claw, then go for his soul in my pocket. Athena. A voice echoes in my mind. "Athena, time is short. Something valuable is in the farthest room. Hurry. Danger is near." I keep hold on my claw and follow the voice's instructions.

I go to the farthest room. It's filled with boys (To my dismay, naked) who are being unchained by the girls (Who were now clothed). I go over to the desk, in the same place as the first. A prepaid credit card (Unused, or so it said on the recite) for $500, a knife, and a mirror. I shove all in my pack. It's almost full, but I place the knife and the claw through the belt loops on my pants for a little bit more space. I go into the last room. His laboratory, filled with more than just potions and books. In front of me, there is a note addressed from father. Not the one who just tried to kill me, but the one I've grown up with and love. And it's adressed to me.