FWG: Two chapters in one day- my fingers are starting to cramp. I don't own 1/2 Prince

I took off the Second Life helmet, with a yawn. Tikinol was right, it was going to be a lot longer than a day or two before I could get back to the newbie village. It was the night after I first met him, he told me that he wanted to watch me fight in order to picture my style perfectly. After an hour of fighting mobs under his gaze, Tikinol it was going to take longer than he first thought.

So for the past week I've been fighting the monsters of the mountain, tomorrow was the day that my weapon was supposed to be finished. But today, I have to sit through one of the worsts holidays of the year, the Fourth of July. All of those stupid fireworks kill my ears, and my parents still want me to sit through hours of torture with mom's family no less. At least it's a good chance to read 'How to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse', the book I checked out at the library last week. I was copying all of the information I thought was useful into a notebook, you never know what will come in handy.

I set the headset aside as I sat up, and threw my blanket on the headset. Hiding it from view, this past week I have successfully kept my Second Life adventures a secret from my family. They would just it take away from me and just throw it in storage just like everything else they thought I didn't deserve. Entire years of art, ruined just like that, my favorite childhood movie gone, a game that has a handful of gory death scenes (but a really great plotline), and a handful of other things.

Climbing off my loft bed, in a slow manner, still a little bit sleepy. I have to get up sooner or later, I sighed. I took my time with my morning duties, breakfast, brush teeth, gargle, shower, get dress, check e-mail, and then going to bug Emily. By nine o'clock I was sitting in front of my computer watching a Fate/Stay Night walkthrough on Youtube.

Why Archer, why do you have to die? There's a way for you to win. To beat Berserker, if only you used all of your abilities to their full potential, it would've been easy. So easy, you could've just run away, a tactical retreat. Out run the giant for gods sake. You're an Archer, I know you could do it. But no, instead you have to get yourself killed for some stupid pride.

I was still raving in my mind about the death of one of my favorite characters by the time we had to leave for my Grandpa's house. I sat behind the passenger's seat, listening to One Day one of my favorite One Piece openings. Mom was jabbering on about something that happened at work, again. Every day she has a new story to tell, and then goes on about it for hours and hours, telling anyone who is willing to listen and even those who aren't.

When we got there, it wasn't even five yet, something about helping to set up. So I spent over three hours copying down rules from my Survival Guide. Safe place that you should aim for, items that you should look for, effective weapons against zombies, people who you should team up with, and all of the don'ts.

By eight the entire family was talking up a heap in the room above me, distracting every time I almost picked a good rule to study. "Hey Lazy Bones, get up here!" I heard Clea call from the top of the stairs, but since I didn't have any reason to leave the confines of the Grandpa's comfortable couch and silent basement, I just ignored her.

After I few seconds I heard her stomp off and say something to Grandma Lonnie. Probably how I refuse to move because I was so lazy, then after a few pages turned and memorized I heard someone coming down the stairs. It's either Emily or Clea, "Yeah?" not looking up from my page I address who came into my currant sanctuary. "Mom says that you need to learn how to participate in family events."

Emily then, "She knows I can't stand the fireworks, put that together with the know-it-all attitudes of her family. I wouldn't be surprised if I overdosed on aspirin after we get home." I gave my older sister a pointed glare lucky sibling was perfectly normal. Unlike me, the family freak, super hearing, anime geek, video gamer, non-religious, and renowned procrastinator.

"You haven't left the basement since we got here, not even to great everyone else." Her tone said just hurry up so I can get this over with, written all over it. "Funny how they didn't come say hi to me either," I cut her off sarcastically, we both knew that mom's side of the family wouldn't bother with me if it wasn't for appearances. "Clea, called for you and you didn't bother to answer her."

"No, she called for 'Lazy Bones', not me." Point and match, I don't plan on going up there if I'm going to be picked on by my so-called 'family'. I didn't even have to ask her to know that she was ticked off, if there was anything that my sister hated more than a liar it was a hypocrite. And right now our family was both of them. "Are you going to go Vindictive on them?"

It was my personal, but firm, belief that everyone had at least two sides. The first was a person common personality, who they are in everyday life. It's outlook varies depending on what their mood is and who're they're with, but they still have the same way of thinking. The second is their lesser-known side, the side that is only shown in rare and somewhat cases.

Every great story has a least one example of such unexpected characterization. My sister had her own, 'Alter Ego' as I call it. Normally she was calm and excellent at hiding her thoughts and emotions- unless she was annoyed or mad at something- but when you tick her off past the limits, run for the hills. She chose Vindictive as her name for a reason, a powerful alley or a feared enemy.

"Come with me," She growled out. I barely had enough time to set my notebooks aside as she pulled me off the coach and towards the stairway. God, she was strong when she wanted to be- ah, scratch that Emily was strong all of the time. Not that she would ever actually need to use it though, she has connections all over the city.

"Emily! You don't have to get so mad about it, it's not like its anything new," I spoke in a hurried whisper. If they found out about this, I would never live it down, not ever. "That's just the issue. You let them pick on you every single fucking time, and then they just do the same thing again and again!" She didn't even stop climbing the stairs as she ranted.

An old rant that the two of us shared after I entered middle school, Mom's family sucks. When we got upstairs, no one noticed the deadly aura around Emily, in fact from their looks they were congratulating her for getting me up here even if it was by force. Of course this only made my sister madder at them. I know that I'm going to regret not stopping her later, but hey she needs to blow off some steam and I can't say that they didn't deserve what came to them… I have this strange feeling that I'm going to enjoy this.

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