Jeremy stops in his tracks. The Loyal-to-Azazel Bamfs begin to surround us. Their yellow eyes flash with excitement as the walk in unison around our group.

"What now, Laikyn?" Jeremy whimpers.

After we are surrounded by them, the Loyal Bamfs raise their weapons and attack.

Within seconds, half of the rebel Bamfs are down on the marble floor. They flare their arms trying to keep the others off of them. Rocks are thrown, one hits me in the foot, causing me to tumble from Jeremy's back and onto a loyal Bamf.

Claws wrap around my arms and legs as I try to get up. I look frantically around for help, Mr. Drake is being pulled off of Jeremy by Bamfs while Jeremy is being catapulted with rocks and hunks of metal. He yelps and cowers on the floor.

"You will not leave without Boss's payment! We are his army and will not fail him!" One hisses in my ear. Great. I think, Now they know proper grammar.

Blood pours from my arms and legs from where their claws dig in. my left shoulder is hit by a rock, it throbs as the Bamfs push me farther in the ground. My body can't handle the strain, I fight against them as best I could. When I finally think I have a wrist or ankle free, their grip just gets tighter.

"Help," I gasp. Black dots dance in my eyes and I feel my body getting weaker. My eyes close right before I hear a howl.

A dozen Hellhounds bound towards us. Each dog has razor sharp fangs and claws, and are feet taller than Jeremy.

"For Laikyn!" the front hound yells.

"For Laikyn!" The rest repeat.

The Bamfs don't see it coming. They are pounced, clawed, and bit until almost all of them were down. The only ones left were the rebels and the ones holding Mr. Drake and I. The closest Hellhound runs towards me, his fangs drip with blood as he grabs a Bamf and shakes him like a chew toy.

"Let go!" The Bamf yells. He gets spit out and crumbles to the floor.

"Who's next!" The hellhound growls.

The rest of the loyal Bamfs scurry away after seeing how their friend was so easily converted to a squeaky toy.

After my body is free, the hellhound nuzzles me and covers me with drool.

"Are you okay, Laikyn?" He asks.

I stand up, and wipe a combination of blood and drool off of my hands and onto my pants.

"I guess I'm okay." I say, "I mean my name is a battle cry, that's pretty awesome."

"I am Ekon." The hellhound says, "The leader of the hellhounds." He licks the blood off his teeth, making him look less like he wants to destroy the entire world, but he's definitely not an everyday show poodle.

Validi comes up to me, a streak of black covers half his face, and the same oozes from his arm, but he's smiling. '"We can go now! Brother is gone and we can go!" He grabs my hand with his sticky one and jumps in excitement.

I search the wreckage for Mr. Drake, he is pushed up against the wall, trying to get away from a hellhound who is licking his wounds.

"Kalmin, get off of him." Ekon growls.

"Yes, sir." Kalmin the hellhound steps back from Mr. Drake, who then stands up and looks at me with unbelief etched over his face. "Did that just happen?"

I nod. "Uh-huh. This is Ekon, by the way." I nod towards the leader of the hellhounds, who bows.

"Uh, hello." Mr. Drake squeaks.

The rebel Bamfs begin to gather. No one's dead that I could tell, just injured; Very injured.

"Everyone get on." Ekon and his followers, including Jeremy, bow. I climb onto Ekon's back, followed by Validi, who has a lot of trouble getting onto him with his short legs.

After everyone was situated, Ekon barks and then with a huge puff of smoke, we teleport.

Once again, my heart slows down and my lungs feel empty.

As more smoke clears out, I see Westchester County. It's street lights are shining over piles of dirty snow. My ripped t-shirt and shorts don't do much in the cold and within second;s I'm shivering.

We ended up in the middle of s street, but no cars are around. Which is probably good, because I'm not sure how America would react to seeing an army of giant dogs and red elves.

"I thought we had to go to purgatory-"

"That is only with one or two hellhounds since that is where the veil between the worlds are thin. With an army, we can travel from anywhere."

"Convenient," I say.

"Our time together has come to end," Ekon says as I climb down. "I do wish our paths will cross again, Your Highness."

"Uh, don't call me that," I say awkwardly.

"Then what do you suggest we call you?"

I remember my dad and say, "Call me the Whisperer."

"Yes, Whisperer. There will be stories written about your greatness one day."

"What? I'm nobody special." I shiver against the cold.

"You freed the Bamfs and your friend from Azazel, that will not go unnoticed." Ekon shakes his head, "But you must be careful. Azazel does not forget things easily. He will do all in his power to make your life miserable."

"Thanks for the warning, I guess." I really don't want my life to be made miserable, and now that I am back in my own dimension all I want to have to worry about is the MRD and school. Okay, don't even want to worry about the MRD, but hey, life can't be perfect.

"You should be going back to your school, remember my warning, Whisperer."

I say goodbye to Validi and Jeremy, then Mr. Drake and I begin our journey across Westchester to the school.

"I was not expecting that." He says. He still looks like someone who'd been through a lot, but he seemed to have a lot of energy and was able to hold his own weight.

"What?" I ask.

"Being captured by Azazel for one thing, but then getting help to escape by some hellhounds and Bamfs was a completely different level." He smiles in the street lamp light.

"Definitely weird." is all I can say.

Then Mr. Drake turns to me, "what happened to Zelda?" He asks.

"Oh, she still lives next door to my parents. She adopted a Chihuahua named Sugar, I think she works at Walmart. She misses you, Mr. Drake."

"Call me Bobby, I mean we have been through hell and back, literally, I don't think we have to be formal." he laughs, "she hasn't remarried?"

"Not that I know of."

"That's good."

An hour later.

By the time we get to the school, both of us are frozen. The gate is locked, but Bobby puts his thumb on a glass sheet and a robotic voice speaks, "Drake, Robert, welcome."

The gate swings open and I follow him in.

We get to the front step of the school. He knocks and a few minutes pass while we wait. Soon Ms. Monroe is coming to the door. She wears a pale yellow nightgown and a shocked expression.

"Oh my, Bobby!" she opens the door and hugs him. "How?"

"It was Laikyn and a bunch of huge dogs actually," Bobby tells her. I feel my cheeks glow hot, it's a good thing it's dark.

Ms. Monroe actually hugs me next, which is awkward. "I don't believe it! Oh, my look at you! We'll get Doctor Grey here right away. Come in!"

The warmth from the fire in the fireplace warms the entire mansion. Professor Xavier and Dr. McCoy sit in the lounge with mugs of steaming hot cocoa. According to the clock on the mantle, it's half past twelve.

"Laikyn! Robert!" Professor Xavier exclaims.

"Oh my stars and garters, how did you get out alive?" Dr. McCoy Nearly drops his mug when he sees us.

Bobby tells the story while Ms. Monroe pours us both mugs of hot cocoa until Dr. Grey arrives, she assigns Bobby to the infirmary almost immediately. I, however, she said I could wait because My wounds weren't bad. Soon, I'm sent to bed and after a much-needed shower, I fall asleep almost instantly.

To Be Continued

Author's notes: Hey all you beautiful readers! Hope you are all doing well and enjoyed the chapter. Any comments and suggestions are welcome! Thursday will have two chapters because next Monday I will not be able to post. see you all later. Cheers!