Through the noise, Dustfinger managed to knock the buckets of water away from the man holding them against their will. Three men jumped on him, but almost immediately recoiled with screams as fire erupted with an angry hiss out of his hand. It had been strained too long, and now was eager to do its master's will. Mo joined him, instead using his fists and only fists as weapons.

"Enough!" a voice bellowed out.

Silence fell upon them heavily, and Dustfinger looked desperately for Meggie.

She stood beside Orpheus, eyes downcast and shedding tears, body jerking violently. His heart tore, before being clenched in pain.

No one should have to have seen, experienced what she just did. And Brandon! His first proper day and he had witnessed his mother's death.

Meggie held Brandon to her, and her other arm hang limply at her side. Though one wrist was broken, the other was decorated with bruises and blood, as was her shirt and pants.

Dustfinger's anger was at boiling point, and he felt as if fire was going to explode ouf of him, killing everyone in it's path.

Meggie looked up and looked at him, and he recoiled.

The very look in her eyes-he was surprised that his trembling legs did not collapse, and cause him to tumble to the ground.

And Dustfinger was not a weak man.

Meggie tore her eyes away from him, and glanced at her father's red eyes.

"Meggie," he whispered, and struggled so hard that his face turned red.

"Dad stop," Meggie whispered, her voice not even a whisper. She could not bear to see another parent hurt, hurting.

Mo nodded, and slumped forwards. His eyes scanned over her face, and her broken wrist, before the anger settled across his face and he had to clench his teeth to keep from speaking aloud.

"Can you let go of her?" Dustfinger asked, his emotions clear. Orpheus put his hand on her back.

Meggie flinched.

"Get your arm off my daughter!" Mo bellowed, causing everyone to flinch, and even for Orpheus to remove his hand. Meggie looked at her dad before walking over.

Orpheus grabbed her by her broken wrist.

She hissed. Mo tried but Dustfinger succeeded rushed forward and collided into Orpheus. Meggie jumped, before running over to her father and handing him Brandon. She then sprinted over and jumped on Dustfinger's back.

"Please." She whispered. It was not the fact that Meggie could get hurt that made him stop, it was her voice.

That voice that made him want to break down in hysterics.

And Dustfinger barely ever cried. He backed away, and Meggie climbed down from his back. Dustfinger wrapped an arm around her, backing them up. He was sick of Meggie being Orpheus's main attention. Hurting her, attacking her.

It was beyond pissing him off. Meggie buried her head in Dustfinger's shirt, and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, Farid was beside her.

She jumped, and Dustfinger spun them around, slightly relaxing when he saw it was Farid.

"And where did you come from?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"I had to tend to Brianna." Meggie's eyes travelled down to the fire that was floating on Farid's fingers, but Farid's attention was on Orpheus. There was a murderous glint in his eyes, making them appear even darker.

"For months, you used me. For months you so called ruled over Inkheart. And now, you kill Meggie's mother, and made her watch! And you hurt her! This will not do! And today we will take back what is ours, and you, you will die!"

And with that final speech, Farid blew into his hands and the fire jumped off, licking hungrily at the walls. Dustfinger dropped a kiss on Meggie's forehead before walking up to Orpheus. Mo walked up to her and wrapped his arm around her, and together they watched.

"I promised you this." Dustfinger's voice was eerily calm. He placed his hands over Orpheus's eyes, fire burning. Meggie let out a horrified gasp and dug her head into her father's side. She agreed that Orpheus deserved it-but that didn't mean she wanted to watch it. She was not him.

Orpheus struggled, screaming and jerking violently. No one came to his aid-Farid had taken care of them, and the ones that remained obviously did not like their master, for they just watched with smiles.

Dustfinger's body shook with satisfaction as he finally, finally got to do what he had wanted to for so long.

Burn his eyes out.

"And now, your heart."

"Wait!" Mo spoke harshly. Dustfinger let go of the blind burning man. Meggie finally looked, and barely managed to scream. Where his eyes should have been, now had two huge ash spots, black, and red from blood.

"We should let his own creation finish him off." Dustfinger grinned.

"Why yes, I do agree." Meggie turned and went to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Farid asked. She came back, and in response threw water on Orpheus.

"Thank you." he choked out in a breath.

"You shouldn't be thanking me, you vile horrible bastard! It's so you won't die before you finally get your own. How does that feel?" Meggie sneered. Dustfinger took her uninjured hand, slipping his fingers through hers.

"I don't mind. I already got mine. At least I'll be gone, whereas you'll be here, living without her. I'll say hi to her for you."

Meggie went to run at him, but Dustfinger held her back, his hands on her waist.

"No you won't! Because you're going to hell!"

Orpheus smiled.

"Oh well then it's safe to say I'll see you soon, beautiful?"

Mo handed Brandon to Farid and ran at Orpheus knocking him down.

"You killed my wife! And you keep trying to hurt my daughter! From now you on you don't say a WORD to her. You don't even TOUCH HER! Or I promise my words will do you more harm than your creation ever could!" Meggie froze, absolutly horrified, and Dustfinger held her tighter to him, glaring at Orpheus who was giggling under Mo. Mo got off him, a look of absolute disgust on his face.

"I want my revenge too." A voice said. They turned around, to see Fenoglio standing there, glaring daggers at the man on the ground.

"Got a lot of enemy's, Orpheus. Me being first on your list." Dustfinger hissed, a sound of satisfaction in his voice.

Meggie stepped out of Dustfinger's hold.

"Revenge?" she screamed. They all looked at her, startled. Dustfinger went to reach for her, but she moved out of his reach.

"No, we are not starting another freaking circle of that! Look where revenge brought us!

"Meggie is right." Orpheus said. She walked over to him. Though he couldn't see, he could sense her, and sense her anger that he was now swimming in. And Orpheus wasn't a good swimmer.

Mo went to intervene but Dustfinger stopped him.

"She needs to do this," he said in a low voice.

Meggie continued on, stopping in front of him, looking at him in disgust.

"I hope you burn for all eternity. I hope your story of pain and fear is forever." And then she slapped him. Twice.

She spat at his feet and then punched him.

Orpheus fell, whimpering.

"You're pathetic. And I almost let you kill me." She walked away, her head held high, staring at the creator of Inkheart, or so it seemed.

"Fenglio. Are you ready to write?"

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Me: Blah

Dustfinger: Blah?

Me: Yes

Dustfinger: Oh, talking emotions now are we?

Me: Shut up Lusty Dusty.

Meggie trys to giggle secretly.

Dustfinger: (looking annoyed) Meggie I can see you. And Rewrite-An-Ending-That-Fits must you give me a bad, insulting nickname in every story?

Me: Why yes, yes I must. At least you're more her age in this story.

Dustfinger and Meggie glare at me and walk away.

Me: Hey what did I say? I said at least! Come back!

Meggie: (linking hands with Dustfinger) We won't come back until people review.

Me: (muttering under my breath) Oh you stupid sad little girl. (Then looks up cheerfully) Please review. I want Meggie and Dustfinger back (Even though they don't belong to me at all) So I can mock them and write about them to satisfy you guys. So please, please review.

Dustfinger: I'm getting the last word in. Desperate enough, Rewrite-An-Ending-That-Fits?

Me: -.-