Yes the chapter is short, but they might be for awhile. I'll try and make the next one longer.

Chapter 9—Jazz's POV—Meetings & Proving

I was really glad that my parents weren't home. They would have beaten them up with the anti-Fenton creep stick for sure, and I wouldn't have stopped them from beating up Johnny—or whatever that thing was. I knew now that he wasn't human, his strength and his cold skin felt ethereal, unnatural. The guy that I had dragged into my house after he collapsed felt the same way, only he wasn't as unnatural. He felt warmer, and more solid then Johnny had. Plus he had protected me, that had to count for something.

I don't know exactly what he did, but it saved me. That black blob was thrown back from me and Johnny had seemed afraid for his life when he saw it. He jumped off the boy as if he was going to catch fire any second and set everything aflame. He had hopped on his bike and fled, not bothering to take his creepy black pet with him. It had followed after a second of realizing it had been left alone. The guy who had saved me was still out cold so I took him in the house and set him on the couch. It had been about an hour and a-half since the fight and he was still unresponsive.

I didn't know what else to do except to wait for him to wake up.

"Oh, that feels like it will bruise."

I looked up from my book and saw him stirring back to life. He was trying to sit up while holding his head with one hand. He looked to be in pain, but only from a headache. I had taken his coat and shirt off to wrap his abdomen, but it had already begun to heal when I did so. Still, it could get infected so I didn't want to take any chances. He noticed that his shirt was off and saw the bandages, then turned his head to see me sitting there.

"You wrapped me up?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Well, was I supposed to leave you bleeding in the middle of the road?" I asked, but I kept my voice quiet.

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

"I'm fine, you took more of a beating then me."

He nodded and started to look around his body for something. He spotted his shirt and coat hanging on the back of the couch and fished in the pockets of both items until he pulled out a pocket watch. I don't know why he wanted it, it didn't even tell the time.

He looked at me, as if calculating whether he should follow through with his intended plan. He looked back to the watch and flipped it open.

"Father," he called weakly into it.

"Yes Daniel?"

My mouth dropped open to hear someone reply. The voice sounded old, but wise and serene. Had my savior just called him Father?

"I need help," he spoke slowly, as if trying to comprehend what he was trying to say. "I'm disoriented, and confused."

"I know, you were off my radar for a little while," the other sounded worried and confused but calm all at the same time. "Unfortunately, I can't authorize anyone to come and get you."

"But I need to come home," the boy sounded really worried now, almost on the verge of panic. "Something happened, something I don't want happening again. I don't understand it, I need help."

"I'm sorry Daniel, but I can't help you now. I'm just as confused as you are at the moment. When I couldn't see you . . . this perplexes me greatly. Is there a place you can stay at to rest up for a while?"

He looked up to me, question and pleading in his intense green eyes. I nodded to his silent question.

"Yes, but only for a few hours," he talked to the other.

"I'll work on getting Wulf to you, until then, don't move from your position. I lost sight of you once and it can't happen again."

He nodded and closed the watch, ending the conversation.

"Your dad?" I asked, I really didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, I hope you weren't just nodded to make me feel better."

"No, I can let you into the guest room. Mom and Dad never check it."

"Sounds better than being caught down here," he said, swinging his legs over the side of the couch and attempted to stand up.

I went over to him and helped support his own frame. Making it up the stairs was an effort but we finally managed to do so and he collapsed in the guest bed. He was already back asleep when I returned with his coat and shirt. He looked kind of cute, almost like a fallen angel or something.

I crept out and shut the door behind me; then I realized that I had better get going to bed myself. Surprisingly I managed to sleep right away, but then the events played over again in my head and the shock hit me while I was dreaming. I woke up, sweating and shaking. I was trying to shake the nightmare out of my head when I realized I had a superhuman guest hiding in the other room.

Quietly, I got up and tiptoed out into the hall. If he really was there, I didn't want to wake him. I gripped the knob tightly and slowly turned it, heart pounding with each second. I swung the door open, only to find the room empty.

"It must have been a dream," I said to myself.

At least, that was what I thought, until I saw the bruise on my arm in the glow of the moonlight from the window.