Chapter 4… I'm back and willing to write.

I own not thee minecraft, but thy OC be mine by creation

DANGEROUS FLAME

After talking and catching up, he offered supper and I willingly accepted… I was a bit hungry. After eating we watched a bit of football, which I wasn't a fan of. At least he enjoyed my company.

After a few hours he was asleep in his wheel chair, which still got me thinking as to why he needed a wheel chair when he could walk just like any other person.

I turned the TV and lights off, leaving the light from the kitchen as the only source of light. The silence in the house gave me time to think.

I was a criminal, for taking a police car and crashing it in the nether. How was I going to explain this to mom? My brother probably found my bike at the base. If he did he would know I was in a fix. But how was he to find me? If I went back I would surely taste the corrupt hands of the law. Staying here put Mr Fuerza in danger as well even though he made it clear he was willing to shelter me till I could go back. If cops found him here with me, he would be accused of meddling with the enemy.

How was I going to solve all this…? I was interrupted in my thinking when a bike pulled up on the front porch. Its bright front light pierced the window curtains and lit up the room. Mr Fuerza woke up, wiping the drool from his face.

"That must be Ira, always coming home late that girl." He said, rising from his chair.

"Who is Ira?" I asked.

"Oh, forgot to tell you, my wife died when she was born, don't bring it up unless you want to be shot in the nether regions." He said as plainly as he could.

I didn't know how to respond so I just nodded.

"Don't worry son, she isn't that bad, just don't try to get on her good side…" he said, with a slight chuckle. And went to the kitchen, holding a beer he had hidden next to the wheel chair, probably to hide it.

The door opened and the prettiest girl I had ever seen walked in, holding a bike helmet. She wore black jeans and a black leather jacket. The black helmet finished the gothic look. She tossed the helmet on the chair next to me, and turned on the light, revealing where I was seated. I was all alone in the room and she hadn't seen Mr Fuerza and the moment she saw me, she looked at me in a way that instilled fear. She was as scary as she was beautiful.

"You have three seconds to explain who you are and what you are doing here!" she said, pulling out an Emerson Knife and a USP45 (universal self-loading pistol) at the same time. She managed to get to where I was and put a foot on my chest, the knife to my throat and gun to my forehead all less than two seconds.

"I…"

"Three"

"Wait…."

"Two"

"Come on…"

"One" she finally said.

I closed my eyes. I heard a gun click, probably removing the safety.

"Ira, put that gun away and let that boy be, I thought you didn't like sharing your toys." I heard Mr Fuerza say from the doorway.

"Papa…. I told you to always tell me when you invited someone over. Remember Mr Barb…" she said… letting me free. It's like she instantly changed from super dangerous girl to Daddy's girl.

"Yeah yeah I remember, he went home crying. You never told me what you did to make the grown man cry, and you were only 10." He said, not caring that I was almost killed.

"He broke my toy." She said, putting the safety back on, on the gun, and putting the knife in its sheath.

"And your toys where on the floor in the hallway. He didn't bother to look down."

"Anyways, he deserved it." She said, holding a hand out in greeting towards me.

I was shocked at how they acted as if nothing serious had happened. I extended my hand and shook her hand. I wanted to say something but decided it best that she spoke first.

"My name's Ira. Sorry if I startled you, it's not every day we get visitors." She said.

I think I know why, I thought. "Jay, and don't worry, I wasn't startled, you wouldn't believe I was kind of expecting that." I said.

"Ira, why don't you go prepare Grego's room… I think our guest will use it for tonight." Mr Fuerza said.

"What of the guest room?" she asked. Seeming sad at something Mr Fuerza said.

"I know its hard dear, but we have to move on. Please try to understand." He said

"Yes Papa…" She said and left the room. When she was behind Mr Fuerza in the hall way, she looked at me with Fury again, like I had done something wrong.

We were alone again, this time with an odd silence in the room. Mr Fuerza sat back down and sighed. He looked into my eyes again, like he did in the hallway. The brown beer stain on his white and black checked shirt was more visible in the light.

"Jay, our family ain't what it was in the past. I used to make good money back in lakeshore, but the law turned evil and I wasn't going to bend for them…" he said. He cleared his throat a bit before he continued "…When we left, we had to start from scratch. My older son, after completing school, went back to lakeshore to find a better job. If I knew he would get shot in lakeshore, I would have stopped him…." His voice broke a little. I had to break in and say something.

"Mr Fuerza, I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't know that the cops where that bad." I said, wondering if it was the correct response.

"Son, when you told me how you got here, I knew that you made the right choice to run, even if you where the one at fault. Those lying rats look innocent but every one of them are dirty! Now it's just me and Ira. If any cop walks on my land, I may just drop him. I don't like any one of them and neither does she." he said.

Just then Ira walked in, holding a beer bottle she didn't know what we were talking about. Mr Fuerza was busted.

"Papa, you know you aren't supposed to drink, doctors' orders." She said.

"You don't let me have any fun dear…" He got up from his chair, heading to his bedroom. "… I'll call it a day. You can show him his room." He left the TV room and disappeared into the hallway up the stairs.

Ira gave me those fiery looks again. I raised my hands as if surrendering. She looked the other way and left the room. I followed.

Once in Grego's room, she waked to the doorway.

"If you break or move or touch or even sniff anything in here, I won't spare you my bullets, I will completely unload my magazine in you, and I will stab you until my knife breaks! Sweet dreams." She whispered trying not to alert her dad.

How was I to sleep soundly? I wasn't welcome by her. And I don't think she was lying when she threatened me. She was a dangerous fame that could burn me to ash.

That's it…. Not what you expected I know but it's something. Hoping to get two or three reviews and follows. I will try to update as soon as possible.