*I'm sorry, this a long useless chapter*
"Phoenix?" Phoenix groaned, not wanting to open his droopy eyes. "Phoenix, wake up." He groaned again. This time, due to the pain in his chest. "WAKE UP YOU FOOLISH FOOL!" *crack* "Yeow!" Phoenix's eyes snapped open for him to find Franz and Myra.
"Wait, why are we at home?" Phoenix asked, remembering the bed that he and Myra slept in last night. "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" "Oh I don't know. The doctor giving you an x-ray. Going home." "N-no." "Well, guess you were tired yesterday. Pain pi-" "Yesterday?" "Yeah, what's the last thing you remember?" "I remember going to sleep with Mary, but that's the last thing."
Franz shook his head. "He can't handle a little whipping, much less a stab wound. He probably took so many pain pills that he blacked out, not went to sleep." Myra glared at her brother.
"Anyway, I want to go take Mary shopping for fabric, so Franz is going to watch you while I'm gone." Phoenix shook his head a little. "Alright. If I die with him, it's your fault." "Whatever." Myra kissed Phoenix's forehead. "Hope you feel better." "Love you." "Love you too." Mary came running in to kiss her Dad on the forehead too. "See you later, Daddy." "Bye honey."
As soon as the front door closed, Franz started whipping Phoenix again. "Why are you such a fool?!" "Ow! What did I do?!" "You got stabbed in the chest. That's what." "Well, I'm sorry I had to protect your sister." "Sissy could have beaten him to a pulp, but noooooo. You had to come in and act like a knight, when you ended up as a beggar." "I don't see how this relates to the situation-" "Be quiet! I'm thinking."
Phoenix looked at Franz while he had the whip twirling in his hand. "Well, what if I put it like this. Do you want to protect Mary and Sissy?" Phoenix looked Franz in the eyes. "Of course." "Then I don't think getting stabbed in the chest is exactly protecting them." Phoenix looked down from the guilt. "And don't try to tell me you were trying to protect them. Taking one bullet for them isn't going to cut it. The attacker would just swat you away like a fly. That's why you need to learn some self defense, like Sissy did." "Did you teach her some after... you know." Franz looked at his whip. "I had to. If that happened again, I couldn't bare with myself."
Phoenix slowly sat up on his elbows then moved to a full sitting position. "That's just fine. Grab my sleeve." Phoenix looked at Franz with question. He grabbed Franz's sleeve. Franz moved his arm up to his head so Phoenix's grip loosened. Then, Franz hit Phoenix's wrist with the palm of his other hand. The hand instantly came off his sleeve.
"First of all, ow. Second, how does that help if they have a knife or gun?" "Did you see how your body shifted to the side? The hand would distract them, and then you could dodge them, or pull the knife out of their hand." "Okay, well what if they come up behind you?" Franz smiled. "First of all, thank you for cooperating, Mr. Phoenix. Back to your question. Show me what pose they would grab me in." Franz turned around to have Phoenix put one arm around Franz's neck. "Well, that's simple. I don't want you to pull any stitches. Sissy would get mad at me. But do what she did to your friend." Phoenix remembered Larry on the ground, dazed.
Phoenix let go of Franz. "When your more...capable of taking a few hits, I'll show you a few other self defense moves too." Phoenix looked up at Franz. "Thank you." "For what?" "For helping protect Myra and Mary." "I should thank you for listening." "Can you hand me one of Myra's notebooks?" Franz grabbed the newest notebook that Myra wrote in and handed it to Phoenix. "Um, can you read it out loud? I enjoy Sissy's stories." Phoenix saw Franz turn a shade of red he had never seen before.
"Sure. Okay, Chapter 1. Oliver walked with his sister along the streets of New York, dodging cars, horse drawn carriages, and just people in general. 'Sissy, you need to walk faster,' Oliver said. 'I'm trying Ol, but my legs are sore.' 'Sorry. I know we had a long jog last night, but we needed to get away.' 'I know.' Oliver felt guilty, dragging his 14 year old sister into the mess. But he was 16 himself, not much older than her, still feeling the same pain as his sister. 'Hey, Lucy?' Lucy was taken back. Her brother hadn't called her that in 5 years. 'Yeah, Ol?' 'Is it bad...is it bad that I made you leave?' 'No, it's not bad at all. You didn't make me leave, either. I volunteered.' Oliver nodded. 'Okay.' They continued on the street, seeing some tents set up. 'Hey, Oliver look.' One of the many tents had fresh bread for sale. 'Do you want me to get some?' Lucy nodded. Oliver walked up to the tent when a few people were already standing around. He quickly grabbed a loaf of bread and ran back to his sister. The owner of the tent either didn't notice or didn't care, because he didn't yell or run after them. The siblings ran down the street further, despite their exhausted legs. 'You take the first piece. You're the one who stole it.' Oliver didn't argue, grabbing a chunk off the loaf. Once they finished, the siblings continued to walk along the city streets. They turned a corner into a dark alleyway. Oliver stood in front of Lucy like a shield. 'Sorry Sissy, it'll be quicker this way.' 'I know.' Halfway down the alleyway, they found men, probably under the influence, just sitting against the walls in between the two buildings. Oliver tried to ignore them, walking at a normal, but fast pace, Lucy right behind him. Suddenly, one of the men grabbed Lucy around the neck, the other one grabbing Oliver under the armpits. Lucy shrieked. 'It's useless. Nobody can hear you this deep in the alley!' Oliver kicked and squirmed. 'Let Sissy go!" The man ignored him, grabbing a knife out of his back pocket. He pushed it against Lucy's right eye, making her scream even more. 'Sissy!' Oliver tried to bite the man's arm, but he had it too high for Oliver to reach. 'Let sissy go!' The man holding Lucy then cut her arm. All she was doing was screaming now, trying not to cry in front of her brother. The attacker then put the blade of the knife against Lucy's neck, but not pushing. 'NO! SISSY!' The attacker slowly pushed the blade in, making blood drip. Oliver squirmed even more. 'STOP! SISSY!' Oliver was finally able to kick his attacker, but it was no use. Not even a little slack. Suddenly, a man came running down the alley as fast as he could. Oliver's attacker loosened his grip and was finally able to kick and get out of it. Before Oliver could even do anything, however, the attacker hit him on the back of the head with the grip of his own knife, making him fall to the ground, hitting his head again. Everything was blurry, but Oliver could see the mystery man fighting with Lucy's attacker."
Phoenix looked up from the notebook to see Franz's face as red as a fire truck added with tears on his cheeks. "Ar-are you okay, Franz?" Franz quickly wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine." "Then why were yo-" "I wasn't crying." Phoenix shook his head. "I saw you." "I'm fine." "What's making you upset?" "Gosh, you sound like a mother. It's just...not a lot of people call their sisters Sissy."
Phoenix understood. "So you think these two represent you and Myra's relationship?" Franz shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe she just needed him to call her a nickname. But something in the back of my head keeps telling me that's not true. I just keep asking myself if I can help sissy. You read what's there. Her brother couldn't do anything, then he gets hit in the head like the foolish fool he is." Franz looked away. "Am I that foolish fool?" he whispered.
"Franz, I'm sure that Myra was just trying to make the story open with a bang. If it does represent your relationship, then did you see how much he cared about her? He asked if she was okay, he stole something for her, and he did all he could to help her." "Well, yes...but that's it. He couldn't help he-" Franz's eyes snapped open.
"No...no it can't be." Franz's eyes watered again. "Keep reading." "Bu-" "I said keep reading you fool!" Franz picked up his whip.
"Okay, okay! Oliver groaned due to his splitting headache. He couldn't see anything because his eyes were closed, but he could tell that there was a lamp or light somewhere. He groaned again, his eyes being sensitive to the light. Oliver decided to open them, but slowly, a little bit more with each blink. He sat up on the couch he was on and looked around. There wasn't much in the room. Just a television and a few pictures, plus the couch. 'Ow!' Oliver put his hand up to his head, feeling wet bandages. When he pulled back his hand, Oliver saw red on the tips of his fingers. Then he remembered. 'Sissy!' Oliver stood up from the couch too fast, making the world spin. He staggered, but stayed standing. Oliver ran into the hallway, four rooms extending from it. The restroom, kitchen and dining room, the office. When Oliver turned his head into the last room, he saw the mystery man sitting with his sister. He had on a light blue suit jacket with matching pants, a red vest, and a white tie above his collared shirt. He looked back at Oliver. Lucy just sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space. The man stood up and walked towards Oliver. He didn't say a word, just grabbed Oliver's shoulders and turned him around. 'Hey, wh-' The man was slowly taking off Oliver's bandages, undoing one at a time. Once he took all of them off, he walked back over to were Lucy sat and grabbed something behind the bed that Oliver couldn't see. He stood up again with bandages in his hands, walking over to Oliver again, but passing him, walking into the restroom. He grabbed a washcloth out from the sink cabinets, and started soaking it in cold water. Oliver slowly walked into the restroom with the man. He barely put the washcloth on the back of Oliver's head to wipe the extra blood off with the least amount of pain as possible. Oliver cringed, but didn't scream or yelp in pain. When the man was done, he grabbed a larger towel out of the cabinet and handed it to Oliver. 'Dry your head off.' Oliver did as he was told, but was surprised that the man spoke. He wrapped the new bandages around Oliver's head. When the man was done, he patted Oliver on the shoulder like a child. 'Um, thanks for helping us,' Oliver said awkwardly. 'Are you from around here?' 'No.' 'I figured. You shouldn't go into those alleys.' Oliver looked down into the sink. 'W-what's your name?' 'Oh, Chris Young. What's yours and...your sister's.' 'Mines Oliver and her's is Lucy.' Oliver looked up into the mirror to see his dirty blond hair tangled everywhere and his face was dirty. Chris's brown hair was nicely parted to one side and his face was spotless clean. 'Is Sissy going to be okay?' 'Yeah, she is going to be okay. She just needs a few stitches.' Oliver looked at his sister, still staring off into space. He walked past Chris and knelled in front of her. 'Sissy,' he whispered. She blinked a few times then looked at her brother. 'Ol, are you okay?!' she asked, scared because of the bandages. 'I should be asking you that.' Lucy had a bandage over her right eye and one wrapped around her neck. There was also one somewhat visible on her arm, but it was covered by her t-shirt sleeve. 'I'm sorry sissy.' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Everything that's happened.' 'Ol, don't be.' Chris walked into the room. 'Did you two run away from home?' Oliver looked down at Lucy's dirty shoes. 'Yeah, we had to.' 'Well, why did you have to?' Oliver took in a deep breath. 'Well, our mom has always been...abusive to us. The only person we had was our dad. When Sissy turned 13, he decided to file a divorce, since they would listen to sissy a little more. Well, the day before the final verdict, everything looked good for us. Me, Sissy, and Dad. So...so the next day...Dad didn't show up to court. Everybody tried calling him, but he wouldn't answer. Sissy, Dad's lawyer and I decided to go to Dad's apartment. When...when...we stepped in...our dad was dead on the floor. He had...had been poisoned. Everything looked like it was suicide, but I know it wasn't. I know our mom killed him.' Oliver paused, pushing the tears back. 'So last night, we ran away from our mom. She was abusing us even more than she had been. Not just calling us names and crap, but actually, physically, hitting us.' Oliver pointed to the bruise on his cheek. 'And it was even worse at night. She drank every night. She got drunk every night. So I decided to run away and took Sissy with me.' 'Ol, I volunteered to come.' Chris leaned against the door frame. 'So your sister's 14?' 'Yes.' 'Then how old are you?' 'How old are you?' 'Ol, answer the question.' 'I'm 29. Now how old are you, Oliver?' '16.' 'I went through the same thing at your age.' 'Really?' Lucy asked. 'Yeah. I ran away with my 2 friends, but one...died a little while ago.' 'Oh, I'm sorry,' Lucy replied. Chris went back to the main subject. 'So I understand that you don't want to go home. I wouldn't just leave you two at an orphanage either. Your mother might find y-' 'Why would she care about us?' Oliver asked, a hint of anger in his voice. 'Well, why would she want you 2 in the divorce, and kill for that to happen?' Oliver understood. 'So I guess I could take care of you 2.'"
Phoenix looked up from the notebook once more to see Franz, rubbing his eyes again. "I am the foolish fool, dammit!" Phoenix just looked at Franz, not sure how to help. Then it clicked. "So you think that attacking scene...represents how she felt the pain, but nobody could help her?" "Well, at least I couldn't help her. Maybe her Guardian Angel did, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried."
Franz stood up, stomping out of the room to come back with a soda in his hands. "Keep reading." Afraid of the whip, Phoenix continued without question.
"The rest of these chapters look like the development of Chris and the kids. Oh, Chris's friends name is Hunter and the kids call him uncle. Here's a good place. Lucy walked with Chris back to their new apartment. Lucy threw her violin on the couch. 'Thanks for taking me.' 'No problem, Lucy.' Chris jumped a little in midair. 'Shoot, I forgot my work folder there!' 'Do you want me to come with you?' 'No, I'll be fine. I need to take a short cut, though. That folder is my job.' 'But, Papa, those alleys ar-' 'I know. I can defend myself.' Lucy tried to argue, but Chris was out the door in what seemed like a millisecond. Oliver came walking in from the restroom. 'Where did Papa go?' 'He went to go get his work folder. I'm worried though. He said he was going to take a shortcut, so he might be taking an alleyway.' 'Isn't he the one that tells us not to take those?' 'Yeah, but like he said. He can defend himself.' 'Don't worry, Sissy. If he's not back in 45 minutes, then we can go looking for him, okay?' 'Okay.' They parted ways in the apartment, Lucy reading and Oliver listening to Green Day on his ipod. Lucy knocked on his door. 'Ol, it's been 40 minutes. I'm getting worried.' 'You want to go look for him?' 'Yeah.' Oliver grabbed his keys to the apartment, plus his phone, and they walked out the door. Standing in front of the building, Oliver phoned Chris for the voicemail to come up. 'Damn. Let's go to your violin place and ask if they have seen him.' 'No, what if he's in trouble. What if...' Oliver looked at Lucy. 'Okay, I'll check the alleyways.' 'No, Ol don't.' 'I have to.' 'I'll come with you then.' Oliver sighed. 'You sure you're going to be fine?' 'Of course.' Lucy started jogging off with Oliver close behind. They ran down the first alleyway they saw, Oliver using his phone as a flashlight. This alleyway was longer than most, so they ran out of breath a quarter of the way through. Lucy looked down the alley to only see darkness. 'I have a bad feeling,' she said, and started running faster than she had. Oliver shook his head and ran after her. 'OL!' 'Sissy!' Ol ran to find Lucy just standing in the middle of the alley. That's when Oliver saw Chris in a pool of blood. 'Crap!' Oliver handed Lucy the phone and lifted Chris's head up. 'Ol...Oliver?' 'It's okay, we're calling an ambulance right now.' 'No...it's not okay.' 'Yes it is. The paramedics will fix you up an-' 'No, Oliver...they won't.' 'Yes, they will Papa!' Oliver picked up Chris, who was surprisingly light, and started running to where he and his sister came from. Lucy couldn't look at Chris no matter how hard she tried. 'Dammit, Papa, you gotta live! We lost our birth dad, and now you're...no. You have to live.' 'I'm going to call Hunter,' Lucy interrupted, still running. However, they found Hunter at the end of the alleyway, along with the ambulance. 'Chris! Wh-what the hell happened?' Oliver ignored Hunter and gave Chris to the paramedics. 'Sissy, ride with Papa. Me and Uncle will come to the hospital.' Lucy didn't argue, hopping in the back. 'Where's your car?' Oliver asked. 'Okay, first of all, what happened?' 'Why were you even near here?' 'Looks like we both have a lot of questions. Follow me.' Hunter began jogging down the street, Oliver behind again. 'Chris called me about 30 minutes ago saying he wanted me to come to the apartment. I guess he got hurt after that. How did you guys find him?' Oliver kept jogging. 'He forgot his work folder at Sissy's violin place, so he said he would go there and come right back. After about 40 minutes, we started getting worried, so we looked for him.' 'Is he going to be okay?' Oliver put his head down, running now. 'I don't know.' They finally got to the free parking area at the beginning of the apartment buildings. Oliver was quiet the whole way there, breathing heavy. 'Are you okay, Oliver?' 'Yeah, just a little out of breath. And...worried.' They arrived at the hospital and walked to the front desk. 'Um, can we see Chris Young?' The nurse typed the name into the computer. She rang to one of the doctors, whispering so the two boys wouldn't hear. 'Sure,' she said. 'Room 718.' They ran to the elevator and down the hall. They burst into the room to find Chris on a breathing mask, a heart rate monitor beeping every few seconds, and Lucy, crying up at storm. Hunter walked over to his life long friend 'Chris...' 'You know...your...the brother I never had...right?' 'Yeah, I know man. It's just...first Andrew, now you.' Oliver walked towards his dying dad, the hairs on his arms standing up. 'Papa...' Oliver began crying and hugged Chris. 'I'm sorry! Please don't die! I'm sorry!' "I'm sorry...Oliver. You were...like a son to me.' 'I am your son! I don't care if it's by blood or crap. Your my dad and I love you! Please...please don't leave me..' 'I love..you too...Oliver.' The heart monitor stopped beeping and let out a piercing ring in everybody's ears. 'No...no...' Oliver ran out the door, Lucy calling after him. 'Let him handle it his own way,' Hunter said through his own tears. 'No, you don't understand what Oliver does...' Oliver stood in front of the hospital, waving for a cab. He drove back to the apartment. 'I'm s-sorry. I..I don't have any money.' The cab driver looked Oliver up and down. 'It's alright.' He drove away, leaving Oliver by himself. He walked into the apartment, looking at everything. The few pictures they had together. The last one he picked up was of Oliver's 17th birthday party. He got the ipod full of Green Day and Bon Jovi then. He looked in the kitchen, not thinking straight. His eyes flashed a few times. He pulled the earbuds out of the ipod and put the music on full blast, locking his bedroom door, holding the kitchen knife in hi-" "DAMMIT!" Franz picked up his whip and slashed it at the notebook. "FRICKEN CHICKEN CRAP!" The whip wasn't doing anything to the notebook, so Franz chucked it right past Phoenix's face for it to bounce off the window. "Um, Franz?" "What?" Phoenix pushed himself back a little. "Why did you try to kill the notebook?" Franz growled. "There are too many similarities." Phoenix looked at the notebook. "Did you try to commit suicide?" "No. I'm not a weak foolish fool." However, when Phoenix grabbed the magnetama out of the night stand, 8 Psych-Locks appeared around Franz. "Holy moly!" "Where did you get that?" "Get what?" "The magnetama, you fool!" "How do you know about that?!" "How do you know about it?!" Franz looked at Phoenix's hand. "Why is it like that? Where's the chunk that missing?" Phoenix sat there, puzzled. "There was never a chunk missing out of it." "Oh, yes there was." "For what then?" Franz sighed. "When Myra had Mary...father was upset and...he hurt Mary badly in the left eye and she would have a huge scar. Well, somebody told me that if I...take a part of the magnetama and...do a few other things to Mary's eye, then she would be able to see out of it and not have a huge scar. So like a fool, I did and she has to wear an eye patch." "Do you know the name of the person that told you?" "Yes." "What was it?" "Morgan Fey."