(A/N): My inbox is too quiet :( Here's #3 for today.

And so, I'm going to make this short and sweet:

My personal world is a communist dictatorship.

SO READ ON OR FACE THE ETERNAL WRATH OF ME!

CHAPTER SEVEN: MEET THE PARENT

"Too scared to show your face, aren't you?"

That was the first thing the Beldam said when we had entered. Or I had, anyway. I could tell she was referring to the girl.

"I know what you're going to ask for," the Beldam continued. "You're going to ask for a chance to redeem her, and you're going to ask for your own style of game. She probably told you to explore for them.

"But that was a mistake. I was too excited, and still keeping up a bit of the 'perfect mother' charade. So now it's my turn to pick the game.

"And let's see? What game should I pick that gives me the largest advantage?

"Oh, I know what I've picked. But I'm not going to tell you. Why would I tell you when it would give me even more of an advantage if I didn't?"

She pointed across the room. I suddenly realized that it was a lot larger than I had thought.

"Down there. Do you see it? On the table? That's them. The parts of her soul that are mine... but could be hers again. If you go get them," she said. "And I'm not stopping you."

I knew something was wrong. I knew she wouldn't do it this easily.

I decided to test a theory, one that was quite interesting, and... quite likely.

I walked over to a nearby table, and picked up a little glass paperweight that was sitting next to a vase.

And very quickly, I threw it as hard as I could across the room.

It sailed through the air...

And touched the ground...

And there was an explosion.

(A/N): Crap. There's only a bit of action at the end. NONE OF THIS STUFF IS ACTION!

If you like dialogue, this is your favorite chapter. There's pretty much no dialogue from here on out.

If you like ACTION, on the other hand, this is the set-up for your favorite chapter.

Hehehe... (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! CURSE YOU!)