A/N: I found this really random game online... You make cookies. And then with cookies (it's the currency) you can buy things that make cookies for you instead of you clicking on it. It's SO WEIRD but SO ADDICTING... .

DISCLAIMER: Like I was RR. I wouldn't be putting up weird things in my A/N's then...

Chapter 11- Faith

"Uhh… What happened?" I groan as all the memory comes flooding back to me. I jump up, ready to go beat up Thierry as I remember that he clawed Leo, and then I collapse on the floor. Drake and Leo jump up and catch me by the arms before I did a spectacular face-plant.

"Faith!" they yell at the same time, hauling me up.

"Why am I so exhausted?"

"You kept a level five hurricane up for three hours, morphed into some form of big cat twice, and healed a gash that was running all the way down my side." Leo said, lifting up his shirt and showing an unblemished side. I ran my fingers down it, and he blushed.

"How deep was it?" I asked, keeping my hands on his side and checking for any more cuts.

"It was about two inches deep." Drake shook his head. "I can't believe that you still had the Power and energy to keep going."

I found a small burn on Leo's hand and tried to heal it but he drew his hand back. I grabbed it, meanwhile looking at my hands. My entire left hand was burned. The skin was scorched off. I gasped, seeing my usually porcelain skin red and broken and peeling. There was one thing about Power. You can't benefit yourself. I looked at Drake, but he shook his head. He couldn't heal this. Wonderful. Now I had to look for Thierry. I sighed and pulled myself to my feet slowly, gripping Leo for support. I felt renewed vigor when I imagined Thierry stuck on a wheel and me throwing knives at him. I knew his sulking place.

-(o)-

I jumped up to the top of the Eiffel Tower, waving my hands around crazily. "Thierry! A little help here?" he immediately shot over to my side and dropped my hands when I was steady, almost making me fall over again. "What is wrong with you? I'm just friends with Leo, no biggie. So why are you so uptight?" I asked to his turned back. His cloak was flapping in the wind, seeming to me like the wings of a raven.

He slowly turned so that he faced me. "Just friends? Just friends?!" his voice was rising with anger, topping an octave. He strode over to where I was. "You can't be friends with that… Half-Blood."

"Why not? Everyone's a Half-Blood there. Heck, you're a Half-Blood too! Half cat and half human! Are you kidding me?" I could hear my voice, indignant and mad. "What do you have against him?"

"This." He said simply and showed me a torn nail.

"WHAT?! THAT'S IT? A BROKEN NAIL?" I said, my voice shrill with rage. "THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE?!"

"No. It also killed me to see you underneath his arm instead of mine. It killed to see you snuggle up to him. It killed to see you defend him." He walked up to me, his raven wings fluttering in the breeze. He stopped not a foot away from me. I gave him what I hoped was a sad face, and stepped closer. For a second I could see happiness run through his face, but what I did next wiped it out. I slapped him. Hard. He recoiled, grabbing my hand and throwing me off the Eiffel Tower. The last thing I saw was a wisp of blonde hair. The last thing I heard was, "I've got you."

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