K GAIS I'M BACK. So what's new with you? I'm starting school tomorrow, shitshitshit.
No seriously.
Anyways. I started a new story hahaha because I like to suffer. Don't worry though. I wrote like ten more chapters of this story, so I won't be swampedddded.

So thanks to those who reviewed and such, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Lahhhhv you.
P.S. This chapter is ghey
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It took a while for my foot to heal, but I could walk on it after a couple of days. Since Iggy came back, we decided we should finally start some missions and kick some afreet ass.

"Hey, let's do this one, there might be sheep there still," I pointed to a mission that had to do with cleaning out a farm. Apparently a farmer went crazy, killed his family, and ate their souls. I decided then to never settle out in the boonies.

"We should hijack that tractor, this would go wayyy faster!"

"Aileen, you know that your driving is butt," Iggy mumbled to me. "And besides, our target's righhhhht..." he stuck out his tounge and pointed to the house, where the silhouette of someone was in one of the windows, "...there." Aw. Balls.

"Aw, so soon? Fine," I held out my hand, while Iggy transformed and landed in my palm. I walked up to the front door and knocked. An old guy with missing teeth and thinning hair answered. "Whaddya want?" he growled irritably. Dick.

"Hello, sir, mah name is Peggy from Girl Scout troop 42-42," I said while holding Iggy behind my back. "I was wondering if you'd like to buy some SAMOAS." I kicked him in the stomach as I said the last word.

He flew back into the kitchen and hit a floral printed wall. He dove under the kitchen table once I shot at him, and pulled out a fucking MACHETE? Seriously, how the fuck did this guy get a machete on a farm? It would be badass if I wasn't so fucking pissed about it!

"DAMMIT MACHETE," I cried. Luckily I had a gun because I shot the guy in the sternum. His body dissolved to reveal a red soul. OUR FIRST MISSION!

Iggy transformed back into a person, grabbed the soul, and ate that thing in one bite. Woo woo.

"Hey, look, there's a picture of his family," I said as I pointed out a framed photograph hanging on the wall. They were beautiful. That prick.

"Let's go home, Aileen."

"W-wait, please!" What? Who?

We looked to the kitchen doorway to see a little boy with pretty blue eyes and jet black hair. He was also rather pale. My eyes lit up with recognition. He was that old man's son! "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, he won't hurt you anymore," Iggy smiled at the boy. "What's your name?"

"I'm Jude," the boy said. "That man... looked like my papa, but he wasn't my papa. Papa wouldn't do all those things. So I hid, and stole food when I got hungry."

Tears built up in my eyes. That was so sad...

"Hey, Jude. I have no idea how much pain you went through. Nothing like that's ever happened to me, but... I can take care of you. I'll protect you, I promise. My name is Aileen," I said as I held out my hand. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I grinned at him. "I'm Iggy," came Iggy's voice from my left side. "DANGIT IGGY, DON'T DO THAT. You know I can't see you on my left side." Scared the shit out of me, he did.

Jude smiled at our antics and took my hand. I've never had a little brother before. We walked outside to see the full moon illuminating the whole field.

"So, Jude, do you know how to drive the tractor?" I asked hopefully.

"...No, I'm only seven." Story of my life. I never get anything I want.

"Jude! Juuuuuude!" I squinted my eyes to see a figure running towards us. "Jude! I'm so glad you're okay!" A middle-aged woman stopped in front of us and put her hands on her knees, catching her breath.

Once she was okay she grabbed Jude's hand. "Come with me, hun. Your father won't hurt you anymore, and you can come live with us.

"Ah- wha- but-" I stammered. Who did this bitch think she was?

"I'm Leah Johannsen, Jude's neighbor. I'll be taking care of him now, so please go home. Thank you," she said rudely and dragged Jude off. He kind of waved sadly back at us.

"Jude..." I whispered and looked down. I promised I'd protect him. I fell back on my rump and let my head hang. I felt a hand on my head and looked up to see Iggy smiling.

"You promised, right? Well, don't break it. Let's go." He took his hand off my skull and held it out for me to take. I grinned and took it, and he pulled me up.

I had found out where that crazy lady lived, and that she put Jude in the second story bedroom of her stupid house. I ran to the side wall and tried climbing up to the window. Didn't work. I kept at it for about ten minutes before Iggy cleared his throat.

"Here's a ladder. Figured it might have helped." Oh. God dammit. I placed it against the house and climbed up to Jude's window. Luckily it was open.

"Psst! Jude!" I whispered. "Psst! PSST! JUDE!" He finally looked to the window, surprised.

"Aileen? What are you doing here?" He was all wide-eyed. What a fucking cutie.

"I came here to keep my promise! C'mon!" I winked and held out my hand.

"Jude? What's all that racket?" Shit. We heard someone stomping up the stairs. "Hurry, Jude! Get over here!" He ran over and climbed on my back, and I slid down the ladder.

"Stay on my back, okay? We're bookin' it," I grinned. Iggy and I ran into the field as fast as we could with the moonlight on our backs, and Jude laughing. In the distance, we heard that Johannsen bitch calling Jude's name and swearing. Haha.

We caught the train back to Nevada and found an empty compartment. Jude fell asleep next to me and Iggy sat across from us. I watched the sun rise out the window before falling asleep myself.