(Hi! It's Me! I just wanted to say that his story will be in a different style. Like last time, I would like your opinion on this style and if I should write more like this in the future)

Chapter 10

"When do you think she's going to wake up?" asked Mark. Vincent looked at him, an uncertain expression written on his face. "I don't know, perhaps I should've been gentler. I just dove in and stabbed her with the tool. Hopefully she'll come about soon, but if she doesn't…..well, I don't know what I should do. I doubt anyone can treat her, being a half-robot hybrid and all….." "All that there is to do is to wait for her to come around I suppose." Said Carlisle, trying to convince Vincent that she breaking in and almost destroying their entire family wasn't all his fault. Vincent looked at him, a torn expression on his face. "Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I did something wrong in raising her. My parents didn't give 2 f's about her.". He added the last part a bit darkly, still holding resentment at what he considered was abandoning him and his sister. "It wasn't your fault that you were forced into becoming a sole parent when you were only 13" Carlisle said gently. Vincent looked at him, trying to see if he was mad or pitying. "I do not pity you." replied Carlisle to his unspoken question. Vincent slumped down onto the tiled floor, still cradling Luna in his arms. Mark's eyes twitched at Vincent's protective-ness over what he considered to be the exile of the Family. "Don't tell Vincent" Mark thought, he was sure that Vincent would react stiffly to that flippant remark. Carlisle nodded.

"Bonnie! You really should be more careful!" scolded Chica. Bonnie hung his head at that, ashamed that all this, though unlikely, could've been avoided if he had just dodged Luna a second faster. "I know….." he mumbled, not meeting her gaze. Chica lectured Bonnie for a few more moments before finally letting him crawl away, gasping for air. Chica huffed and stalked out, angry at Bonnie's attitude. She frowned at that. Bonnie had never acted like this before, perhaps…." She shook the ridiculous thought from her mind, walking a bit more briskly than before to clear her head.

6:00

Vincent carried Luna to his car, princess style. Luna stirred and struggled gently, wanting to be put down. Vincent opened the car door, which was difficult considering that Luna weighed quite a bit. Vincent smiled at the thought; Luna would've reacted peevishly to that. He gently set her down onto the seat, trying not to wake her, which wasn't very difficult considering the fact that she was conked out like a light. He was about to start the car when Mark and Carlisle came rushing up to him. "Wait!" called Mark. Vincent winced at the loud noise and turned to look balefully at Mark, reminding him to keep the volume down. Mark understood the look and said, in a quieter tone, "Carlisle and I are coming with you." Vincent didn't argue with this, he was too tired. He was always exhausted after the night shift. For a moment, he considered getting moved to the dayshift, but then discarded the thought. No one else survives the night shift. If the Family doesn't attack, the Outcasts (the new animatronics) will. Vincent sighed at this. "Got to tough it out" he thought to himself. "Sure," he replied to Marks question. "Thanks!" said Carlisle with a bright smile on his face. Vincent rolled his eyes at him while he floated into the car. "Keep an eye on Luna would you?" He asked over his shoulder. "Yeah sure, and one more thing, Mark and Alexis said that you go at a crazy speed when driving. Please don't do that." Vincent laughed at this, "don't worry, I'll go slowly." "Brace yourself" muttered Carlisle before Vincent stepped on the gas pedal and speeding down the road. Carlisle was holding on to the seatbelt the whole time despite the fact that he couldn't actually interact with it, matter of habit. He looked out the window, seeing nothing much except for a twilight blur, with occasional spots of light from a street lamp or two. These became less frequent however, when they entered the street where Vincent lived. "This is the one," said Vincent suddenly. Carlisle snapped his head around to look at the dark blur that he had indicated. On farther inspection, this house, though somewhat average, was a tiny bit more well-kept than the rest of the houses on this street. "Doesn't it seem dangerous to live here?" asked Carlisle. Vincent shrugged, "perhaps, but there's not much I can do about it. I suppose I've gotten used to it." Carlisle looked at him skeptically. Vincent shrugged.

They got out of the car, Vincent carrying Luna. He fumbled over the front door locks before finally getting it open and scrambling inside. Carlisle watch with amusement at Vincent's flaws and floated past him (a.k.a. through him) and watch as he carry her upstairs to his room. Carlisle also went upstairs, but nor for the same purpose. He was looking for the room that Mark had said would be his for the time being. "Third door on the right." He muttered to himself as he caught sight of the hallway that Mark had described.

The room was a well-ventilated one, with freshly-changed bed sheets and curtains. Against one wall was a polished wood desk with several drawers labeled with Mark's and Alexis's name. And his own, he realized which he found strange as it was not in keeping with how Vincent operated. It was such a…..considerate touch. He smiled despite himself and climbed up to the top bunk, collapsing on the bed. It had been years since he could sleep undisturbed by the possibility of danger right outside of the door and he planned to take full advantage of it. That turned out to be a mistake.

"Carlisle, do you remember me?" a chilling voice said. Carlisle whipped his head around, trying to tell where the voice had come from, a hopeless attempt since his surroundings were obliterated with black. "Who are you?" he said, not wanting to talk to this voice, but felt compelled to do so at the same time. The voice laughed a deep, single note laugh that gave no trace of pity or compassion. "Carlisle, you forgot already? Has Vincent ensnared you so easily? I'm disappointed, Puppet would've done better, but I guess that's all I can expect from you." Carlisle's eyes twitched at this but held a carefully composed face, determined not to let a trace of the seething anger and frustration show. "Terribly sorry, I really don't know you. Could you please inform me of your location so I can make your acquaintance?" he said, in his most persuading voice that also sounded like old English. The voice laughed with genuine humor before stepping out of the darkness. Carlisle's eyes became as big as saucer plates when he saw him. Vincent. "Well? Care to explain what you're doing here? I am very curious." Said Carlisle in a tone similar to how one would comment on the weather. Vincent laughed again, an appealing sound that sounded like a clarinet's rich tone, ringing for a second before cutting off. "Now surely I can't tell you that. After all you did. You were the one that locked me up like this, like a second-hand tool that no one wants. You got the no one wants part right, Carlisle thought before saying; "what did we ever do to you? If you ask me, the Family had every right to do what they did." "Why couldn't you kids just stay out of the way?!" Vincent stormed at him, eyes going dark. "Ah, you are the dark Vincent that Mark told me about. So this is what you are like, not much different from the day that I saw you. Pleasure's all mine." Carlisle spat the last word out, forcing as much insult as he could into that one word. Vincent glared at him, a cold smile playing on his face. "I was never the dark Vincent, I was the original. The Vincent you see and love is a crude copy of me. If you hate me, then why do you like him? After all, we are one person." Carlisle turned his head so that he was facing away from him. "The other Vincent is the real Vincent, you're the parody. Vincent's eyes clouded with rage at his words, he sprang at him, a knife appearing in his hand, but as soon as he was within 3 meters of Carlisle, he was suddenly jerked backwards. He gasped then groaned as he hit the ground. Carlisle was puzzled by this until he spotted something that he hadn't seen before. 3 chains were linked to him, not looking like they were attached to anything. They were transparent, which was why he didn't see them earlier. "So, I can't hurt you here" he muttered to himself as he wiped away a trace of blood that welled up from a cut that came from the knife. Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief at this fact. "Oh my, look at the time, it's almost 3, you should wake up now, saves me the pain." said Vincent, standing up. Carlisle flinched at his words before remembering that he had fallen asleep. "How do I do that?" he asked. Vincent shrugged, the chains clinking as he did. "I don't know, I'm just a part of Vincent 2.0, how am I suppose to know?" Carlisle rolled his eyes at him before sitting down. "Well, guess I just have to wait for me to wake up on my own." Vincent sat down again also, having nothing better to do. "Whatever. Oh, and do me a favor? Can you say the phrase art of prediction for me?" Carlisle eyed him carefully. "Why" Vincent shrugged, "Just a thought, nothing behind it" he did his best innocent face, which didn't come off well. Carlisle gagged at Vincent's "innocent" face and said it, just to make him stop talking. "Art of prediction" he said casually before turning white and glow-y. He felt his senses sharpen so hard that he felt light-headed. "What did you d-"He never got to finish the sentence. He started to struggle for control over his own body, crying out as he did so. He felt like his eyes were being stabbed with the very knife from years ago that was currently in Vincent's hands. He started to twitch uncontrollably. "No….." he said softly, like a whisper before everything turned blank.

"Carlisle? Wake up, you been asle-" Carlisle turned towards him, growling, his eyes glowing menacingly. Vincent instantly grasped the weight of the situation, a second before he threw a right hook and a roundhouse blow at him. If he expected that to knock him out, he was disappointed. Carlisle dodged them with ease before dropping to a defensive crouch and springing at him. Vincent tripped him, knocking he air out of him before holding him in a chokehold. Eventually, he slumped unconscious, limp as a vegetable. Vincent sighed at the fact that he would have to face Mark for this before laying him on his bed and grabbing the bandages from the bathroom and wrapping them around his head, which instantly became soaked with a dark liquid.

8:00

"What did you say to him?" "I'm not saying""You will say or I'm going to hurt you" "If you hurt me, you're going to hurt yourself""I can tough it out" "I'm more resistant to pain then you, I was the one that got crushed in the suit""And I care?" "You're a softie, of course you care, even about me, that's cute""Whatever, that's not the point. What I need you to do is to not touch my family ever again" "Hard to do, I can't promise that.""I'll stop you if you do" "You can't, I'm more powerful than you""No you're not; you need me to unlock you if you want to take control." "You can't keep them safe, but I can""That's funny" "I know""Well, I'm going to get dinner for Carlisle." "Hah, caring for the little physo are you? That's sweet, whatever, I'll talk to you some other time-and you will listen to me, whatever I say" "Heh, of course"

(Hi! It's me! I just wanted to say something very calmly…..VERTO STRIFE JUST POSTED SEASON 2 OF "A LITTLE TOO FAR"! Had to get that off my chest.)