A/N: Okay, so I'm really sorry it's this long to get an update out, I knew I'm even holding myself in suspense, and I'm the writer! But no need to fear, here's the next installment! Also I'd like to apologize flat out for my awful typing, I hope it distract from the story too much, I am going to try to be a little more careful from now on, but no promises. DISCLAIMER: All characters from the Darkest Powers Trilogy belong to Kelley Armstrong; I only own my original characters. This is Simons Point of View

Chapter 10

Everything was crazy. Yeah, 'hectic' can't even begin to describe the frenzy in the "safe house." Honestly, I think we were safer on the run. And now to top off everything, What's-His-Face has gone and blacked out too! I mean seriously, why is that guy even here! He's done nothing but cause trouble! What is Andrew thinking?

And of course Derek's too busy "searching the perimeter for danger" to help move this lug so it's all to me. Am I the only man here? Derek's probably sitting in a tree right now laughing his giant furry ass off each time he hears me grunt trying to move this dead weight.

If there's a god in heaven or hell somewhere I bet he's laughing too. BUT—there he's where Andrew told me to put him.

So were in a supply closet right now. Why would Andrew have me bring any one here? Wouldn't he know how tempted I'd be to harm someone who's hurt Starr like this idiot did?

Something sneezed behind me. It was him, he sneezed. I couldn't keep myself from laughing, his sneeze sounded like a five-year-old saying "Ah-Chew-Ee!"

That sort of sneeze would have been cute if it was you know, a girl's! Maybe he was a she after all. It really wouldn't surprise me.

"Ah-Chew-Ee!" There it goes again! This time the sneeze was followed by a low, "damnit." I'm so waiting for a "Woah where the hell am I" or "How the hell did I end up in here" next. Sadly karma felt the need to bitch slap my hopes.

"So, Andrew wanted to give you some leverage? Ha, should have known I wouldn't get out of this scott-free. So go ahead, give me what I deserve. If you don't I'll go out and find someone who will, and they'll do it no questions asked."

What the hell was this guy playing at, asking to get beaten? I stared at him for a moment, "why'd you pass out?'

"Does it matter? Can't you just punish me and move on? It's selfish but I'd rather the short physical pain then the never-ending emotionally scarring guilt. I've had more then enough of both."

At this point I think my jaw was dropping. Was this guy insane? "Why. Did. You. Pass. Out?"

"I gave you permission to hurt me not interrogate me." He glared up at me from the floor.

"Geeze dude, you talk like you're making a bad bondage porno." Derek's voice sounded followed by his face coming into view.

Man, was that kid blatant or what? Gotta love your brother though, well legal brother anyway. Actually I think one day all of us will technically be legal relatives in some way or another.

"Is someone going to hit me or not?" This guy was not only certifiably insane, but bored and impatient. Joy.

"Well, I'm not going to hit you and my dear brother has too much of a conscience to hit someone he found passed out on the floor, but there is someone who would love to see you in pain." He sneered the last part of the sentence.

"Want to guess who?" Tori boasted, strutting into the room, I started to wonder how many more people would be able to fit in this supply cupboard.

"You." He sounded bored. God I hope he never wanted kids because I doubt he'll be able to have any after today, he may not even ever want any after today.

"Good doggy. Now stand up and take this like a man." Tori is a really scary person when she gets mad.

The idiot sighed and then stood up. Wonder if the dude has been locked up before, for like killing on a psychotic rampage due to insanity. Maybe he escaped.

I was pondering this while Tori and What's-His-Name faced off. What was his name anyway? Was it Abrham? No, it was something that started with an 'A' though. Aaron maybe, yeah that's what it was. Well anyway Aaron still looked bored and you could almost see the anger rolling off Tori. I'd never seen her get this defensive over anyone before, it was strange. Mental note, don't hurt Starr so Tori gets this pissed off.

She started to advance; it was scary how predator-like her gait was. And yet he showed no emotion. Not even a flinch when she cracked her knuckles and neck.

She wound up, and he straightened his back.

She swung.

Her fist connected. Thud.

He doubled over.

She smiled and left.

Derek started laughing, "Haha dude! And I thought I'd be the first in the housed to get a nut-shot like that from her! I gotta thank you for letting me know what to expect!" He left still chuckling, and then there were only two.

"Why did you black out?" I tried one last time.

"Memories can hurt, as thoughts can kill." Was his reply before he passed out again and I left. Nobody bothered to help him out of the closet. It's not like they really cared, Starr was starting to wake up. That's all they cared about.