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Isabel awoke early the next morning, washed, dressed and headed down her stairs. Her mother wasn't in the kitchen as Isabel expected her to be, and Isabel assumed she slept late as she always had when her dad came home.
She didn't mind it through as she made a quick breakfast of jelly toast and scrambled eggs, and hurrying out the door before anyone would notice she awoke.
She'd received an email from the local library saying the books she placed on reserve from an international archive and library in Britain, on the history and anatomies of Kaiju had finally arrived after several months of waiting, and were ready for her pick up.
The streets were empty as she walked down the sidewalk, and she reasoned that it was because people were either in church or sleeping in. Which wasn't bad, she needed the time alone with her thoughts. Thoughts which more or less involved the new guy Alex.
He was strange, well stranger than everyone else she knew. If she had to compare him to anyone she'd felt this way about upon initially meeting them, she would have to say Duncan, because they gave off the same vive. Except Duncan was half kaiju and Alex was well…
Normal…? No we wasn't normal. Kenny was normal. He was something else entirely.
"Excuse me miss."
She turned suddenly to see a woman in a business suit standing behind her, tapping her foot impatiently.
" Are you going to walk in or not?"
" Walk in?"
" The door," the woman said pointing. Isabel turned in the direction of her finger, coming immediately coming face to wood of the door. She'd been thinking so hard she hadn't realized she'd made it to the library.
She opened the door without another word and walked in, the woman in the suit rushing past her when the opening arose. Blocking off all incoming thoughts she continued to walk, passing the front desk where Helen the library's secretary greeted her kindly before announcing softly that Isabel's books had come in.
Isabel nodded slowly, placing her hands idly at the desk's front as Helen directed one of the clerks to receive Isabel's books for her.
" You've just about read everything haven't you?" She asked her wire framed glasses falling to the edge of her nose.
" I try," Isabel said.
The clerk returned then, several thick books tucked under her arm. She handed them to Helen who then proceeded to pull up Isabel's information. " Now," she said, " These are special books, you have them for a total of three months, I can have them renewed as long as no one else wants them, but it has to be at least a few weeks in advance, because I have to call in. For everyday its late, it's a 10 dollar charge."
Isabel nodded, knowing the details already by heart, from former books.
Her cell phone chimed and she lifted it from her pocket, expecting a message from Kenny.
New Books Just Arrived. Come Check It Out.
-Alex Brisk
She stared at her phone, reading the message over and over, trying to make the decision in her head. Did she want to see him again after last night? She touched the spot on her arm where he'd grabbed her; it still tingled, growing more intense as she thought about it.
Her eyes drifted to her phone's clock, it read 8:30. Neel's Place didn't open until at least 10 on Sundays.
Neel's Place is closed…
- Lizzie Izzie
Helen cleared her throat, Isabel glanced up.
"I said, sign the conformation contract," Helen said pointing a red nail to the electronic card slider and its pen. She signed her name electronically and Helen passed her the books.
"Enjoy Isabel."
Her phone chimed again.
You coming or not?
- Alex Brisk
" Trouble in paradise," Barnes asked Duncan as they rode in Barne's jet, heading towards the facility where he would receive his checkup and visit his father.
" Do you have me chipped?" He asked sitting up from his place at the window where he was staring at the orange mountains as they swam in his vision.
Barnes laughed, " That's classified information.
Duncan rolled his eyes, " Of course it is.
" I was quite the player when I was your age," Barnes said, " it was fun while it lasted, until they all found out." He laughed to himself, "A little friendly advice from one guy to another. Don't try it, I can guarantee it won't end well."
" Thanks," Duncan said turning back to the window, " But if you don't mind I'll take all friendly fatherly advice, from my actual father," Duncan said irritably, before adding, " you know the one you currently have locked in your basement?"
" Jesus kid," Barnes said sounding insulted. Duncan didn't care. Barnes was already on thin ice with him anyway from the incident several months before when he tried to kill him. Duncan wasn't willing to forgive him so easily.
They arrived at the site, where he was immediately ushered in, and led to the examination room, where he habitually removed his shirt so that they could take blood samples, test his breathing, take a scan of his vitals. They asked him to withdraw his wings and he complied, winching slightly from the pain of having them tear through otherwise closed flesh.
It was only when they asked him to transform, to replicate the form he took the night his father dropped him in the lava or the school was attacked that he found some difficulty.
" I can't just…"he said once he'd tried to make himself transform, and failed.
" What do you mean you can't," Barnes asked stepping in front of him.
" It's just that," he said trying again to no success. " Before it just happened…when I was in danger, my friends were in danger…now…" He stopped himself short. He didn't like to admit his failure, especially in front of Barnes who seemed to take delight in every weak point he could find.
" So let me get this straight," Barnes said pushing past the doctor who had started to examine Duncan. "You can't transform into that freaky form again, unless there is danger."
Duncan shrugged, standing and reaching for his shirt, " Looks that way." He was tired already, tired of being examined, tired of being there in that metal room, surrounded by scientist and doctors who saw him as nothing more than an living, breathing experiment. He had no doubt that if given the chance; they would not hesitate to cut him open to see what really made him tick. " I cooperated aright, now take me to Belloc," he said impatiently."
" We are not done," one of the scientist a chubby red headed woman said.
" Let him go," Barnes said, " He's had enough for today."
Duncan slipped on his shirt, " Finally." Then hands in his pockets he started to the automatic doors, they called after him but he lifted on dismissive hand, " I know where to go." Which he did, he'd been in the facility plenty enough times to know almost the entire in and out.
He still remembered the day Barnes took him to the basement to show him the contained Kaiju there, explaining in only the cruelest way Barnes knew how, that he was just like them, a monster that he had to contain, teach to be civilized, or else he'd end up like them, imprisoned. He thought of them then, how weak and helpless they looked, contained by plasma fields, chained and broken, so different than how the media depicted them.
He remembered how sorry he felt for them. He still felt that way.
Now they had his father.
Belloc King of the Kaiju.
He walked down the narrow steps leading to the basement, not even hesitating for the guards who looked him up and down before letting him pass.
VIP treatment…he thought as he reached the end of the stairs which led into another corridor where another group of armed guards stood blocking two automatic doors. They let him pass as well, closing the doors tightly behind him.
He traveled down the rows of cells, some holding large hibernated Kaiju, kept under a blast of constant cold air, others housing smaller kaiju who paced their cells endlessly, growling and hissing as he walked by.
Belloc's cell stood isolated at the end of the hall, guarded by ten armed guards who stood in a straight line in front of the plasma field, holding guns uniformly across their chest. Their eyes were glued forward in a look of aloofness and they did not knowledge his presence as he approached.
His father sat in his cell, crouched on all fours. He exhaled, smoke falling from his large nostrils in tendrils of gray and orange.
" Duncan…my son," he said opening his large yellow eyes and looking at him.
Duncan waved awkwardly, " Hi Dad." The words tasted foreign on his tongue, he still wasn't used to calling him anything but "Belloc deadbeat destroyer of lives."
" How are you Duncan?"
Duncan shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. " Oh you know, getting by?"
" And your mother?" He asked.
" She's fine," Duncan said, " She would have come to, but she's still not too happy about the whole you throwing me in lava thing."
Belloc chuckled then, the action causing more steam to rise out of his mouth. Despite the force field, Duncan could feel the heat from where he stood. It was warm and refreshing against his chill skin. Like a security blanket.
" Hey dad can I ask you something?" Duncan said rubbing the back of his head.
" You my son may ask me anything?" Belloc said turning his fully attention on Duncan. Duncan glanced awkwardly at the ten guards, examining their covered faces one by one before glancing up at the cameras lining every corner of the room, then shaking his head, reasoning that he didn't care and preceding to tell his father everything that had occurred over the past couple weeks. He told him about becoming Jenna's boyfriend, about his tension with Isabel, ending with Alex. By the time he finished he felt as if a huge part of the weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
His fathered sighed when he finished, a gust of flame sheering the air. The sensors in the cell blinked in alert reading that the fire lever had been temporary breeched and action should be taken. Duncan noticed the soldiers hands tighten around their guns.
"I know, stupid teenage problems," Duncan said rubbing the back of his head.
" Not at all," Bellow said. " You my son are prince of the Kaiju, I do not see why you could not simply have the both of the desired females."
Duncan coughed, " What?"
" Such is common among our kind," Belloc explained, " You are of an appropriate age in which to mate, you simply choose which of the females you desire to bare your first offspring…this Jenna perhaps, the other is to follow suit."
" It doesn't work that way Dad," Duncan said. Then added, " With humans. Our females don't like to share."
Belloc shook his massive head, " It does not matter what they want."
" You have no idea what the two of them would do to me if I suggested something like that. Besides Dad, I don't want to mat-make offspring with them" he shook his head, " Mom would kill me."
" Tell me about these females who cause your dilemma son," Belloc asked.
" Where do I start," Duncan said mentally switching between Jenna and Isabel trying to configure which he wanted to start with first. He picked Isabel. "Isabel, well she was first person to talk to me, I mean actually hold a descent conversation. I might even say, she was a first real friend. And she didn't freak out when I told her you were my Dad." He hesitated, " She thought it was kinda cool actually. Even covered for me after the party when I skin was all weird." He thought back to it then, a small smile creeping up on his face, now that he thought about it, he'd never fully thanked Isabel for that. She did not have to go through all that trouble.
"You met her," Duncan continued.
Belloc's eyes perked in surprise. " Did I?"
" Well…sorta. You tried to crush her at that party."
Belloc nodded, remembering.
Duncan continued. "Anyway, she's super into Kaiju's and monsters and just about anything supernatural. She might even be your biggest fan," he added.
Belloc chuckled, obviously finding delight in that little fact before beckoning Duncan to continue.
"Then there's Jenna…my girlfriend. She's just…" he paused looking for the words. "Amazing," he finally sighed. "She has these eyes, these huge blue eyes that are just…amazing. She's so organized and punctual and my complete and total opposite, and if it was anyone else I would probably hate them, but it's not…and Dad I think she might be the one."
"Then what is your dilemma son?" Belloc asked.
Duncan shook his head, "That's it, I don't know. I like Jenna, a lot, but I like Isabel too…not like that. I like her as a best friend, but this new guy makes me feel uneasy." Duncan felt his fist ball at the thought of Alex. "Whenever I'm around him I just want to-"he cut himself off, not wanting to say what he wanted to do. "It's the same feeling as when you took me before the Kaiju…like he's' challenging me or something."
Belloc said nothing. Duncan continued. " He looks normal, he smells normal… I just know there's something off about him. He kinda reminds me…"
He reminds me of what…
"Myself…" he finally said trailing off.
The doors on the other side of the hall opened then, and Barnes came walking through. He clasped his hands together.
"Times up Kido," he said. " Got to get you home before your mom kills me."
Duncan didn't argue. " Fine," he said. " See you later Dad."
Belloc nodded.
" I'll tell Mom you asked about her."
" Until next time son," Belloc said.
Duncan started back down the hall, following Barnes, thinking on what was said and his own realizations. Alex had reminded him of himself…but in what way?
I can't believe I'm doing this…Isabel thought as she faced the front door of Neil's Place, books folded tightly in her arms, cell phone clenched just as tightly in her hand.
I'm here…
- Lizzy Izzi
She'd texted just before approaching the store. He hadn't texted back, and she guest it was because he was coming to get her.
He popped his head around the store's adjacent corner, just as she was considering turning around and leaving.
His hair was pinned up, his bangs trailing in his face, long and slightly uneven. He looked more severe in the light of the morning than he had before when Isabel saw him, his skin a bit paler. Slight darkened rings lined his eye sockets.
For a moment Isabel wondered if he was sick or tired, or both, but quickly lost the thought when he approached her, walking in long quick strides. Close up now she could see more clearly his skin, how it seemed almost translucent the view of blue veins visible in his exposed hands.
I thought Kenny was pale…
" Are you ok?" She asked.
He glanced at her and grinned, " Yes of course. I didn't think you would come."
Isabel folded her arms across her chest. " You said there were books."
" Yes of course, I'll take you in the back."
Isabel hesitated. He continued to walk not noticing.
Should I…She thought of Duncan then, holding hands with Jenna, and all doubts left her, she followed. He took her through the back. She'd never been there before, and the sight of boxes of both old and new books stacked atop on another set a thrill running through her. Alex shut and locked the door behind them.
" Cool huh?"
She nodded.
He walked past her then, to several boxes of books stacked on top of one another. Reaching up with no show of effort he picked up the box at the very stop, placing it in front of her.
" I convinced Neil to let you look through these first, since you are one of his best customers." He slid a box cutter over the tape, sliding it open with ease. The smell of old books filled the air, crisp, dusty and sharp. He picked up the first book in the stack, a brown coverless book that looked like it weighed a ton. He opened it, frowned then threw it on the ground.
"Webster first edition dictionary," he said absently sitting it down in the front of the box and crossing his legs. Isabel watched him, unsure of what to do. "Neil said he ordered a crapload of books on Kaiju's, ancient stuff. We just need to weed through all of it."
" Why?" Isabel asked, her question directed towards why he'd invited her to come look through the books.
" Because you're interested of course," he said taking the question the wrong way.
" No I mean…" Isabel started but he looked up at her standing awkwardly above him and she lost what she was going to say. His dark eyes regarded her with confusion and concern.
" Is there something wrong?"
"Why are you doing this? You don't even know me."
He stood up then, in one quick fluent motion, that happened so fast it blurred in Isabel's vision. He faced her, pushing one hand through his hair, seemly embarrassed.
" You seemed so excited…about the books before. I wanted to make up for the lousy time you had at my house."
" I already told you-" she began.
" I know…but I just had to. Thank of it as a thank you present…for talking to me. I mean people talk to me… it's just that is I don't have very many friends. If that makes any sense."
She nodded, it made perfect sense. " So why not invite Kenny to?" She blurted.
He frowned, "He's into Kaiju too?"
" Not really," Isabel said.
" Do you want me to call him?" He asked reaching for his cell.
Isabel held up her hand, "Don't bother, he's not awake anyway." She tightened her grip around the books in her hands; he seemed to be standing closer than he was before. Feeling slightly uncomfortable yet not sure why she stooped down suddenly to examine the books, one arm still holding the ones from the library the other picking sorting through the box.
Alex grabbed another box of books and placed it down next to her, opened it and began sorting through its contents.
" Bingo," he cheered lifting a green colored book with no cover out of the box and waving it at Isabel. She stopped her sorting, which had nearly come to an end and glanced over at him. He looked like a child at Christmas who'd just opened the toy of his dreams.
" A brief history of dragons, written by anonymous." He scooted in closer to her, opening the book between the both of them and flipping through the pages, which came equipped with sketched pictures. "Yay or nay?" He asked, but Isabel hadn't been paying the slightest attention, to preoccupied with watching how the veins in Alex's hands crisscross one another like intersecting highway lines, how his skin seemed almost as clear as water, giving her the murky view of the pink flesh underneath .
Without realizing it she'd touched his hand, suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity. She wanted to see if his skin were truly as thin as it appeared, if by some chance it was in fact only water. His skins temperature was moderate like the room, not quite hot yet not quite cold.
" Your hands are warm," he said after a few moments and she quickly pulled away, realizing she was touching, him.
" Sorry," she mumbled turning her attention back to the task at hand.
" So…" he said after a long minute, " What got you into Kaiju research?"
" The news," Isabel said, grateful he did not bring up her touching him, " I saw an add about Kaiju on the TV when I was a little girl…everyone said they were evil. I wanted to find out for myself."
"So this is your life's work?" Alex joked.
" No," Isabel said, " A hobby. And you?"
Alex shrugged. " My dad's a scientist. I know right, he doesn't look or act like it. Anyway he spent half his life researching Kaiju's, blood samples, experiments, the works. I can't tell you everything, because I don't even know it all, but he learned a lot. He used to work for some private company until he retired. I happened upon some of his works, awesome stuff…really life changing." He paused, flipping through the book in his hand idly before continuing, "I try to keep up with the kaiju news. The way I see it, we both live on this planet, the least we could do it get along."
" If people would just get their heads out of their asses and wake up," she said bluntly.
" Well last time I checked, Kaiju don't much like humans either."
The way he said "humans," seemed odd to Isabel. It was as if he was displacing the word, as if he were not human himself.
She decided to write it off as her own mind over analyzing everything that he said. She was, after all wary of him, it would only make sense that she would pick apart every word that came out of his mouth.
" They have good reason not to, I mean if someone was trying to kill me twenty four seven then I'll be a little cautious of them too."
" A Kaiju sympathizer, you are in rare form Isabel."
She felt a smile tug on the end of her lips, but she did not surcome completely.
" And you are weird," she said dropping a stack of books heavily in his lap and continuing her searching. From the corner of her eye she could see him frown then smile slightly, before continuing on. After a few minutes of searching finding several books and putting them to the side the sound of him standing to get another box of books caused her to look up at him, then look away quickly when he turned back around.
He sat back beside him. "So...your school I hear they have a pretty good swim team," he said.
" I wouldn't know," Isabel replied casually. "I don't do much swimming."
Alex seemed surprised by this, «You can't swim."
She glared at him, " I can swim, I just don't do much swimming. Last time I checked we lived in a desert."
Alex pulled the collar of his shirt. " I know. It's warm but, the lack of water is a little unsettling."
"What are you a fish?" She asked.
He grinned. " Maybe."
She rolled her eyes at him.
Another moment of silence past between them before Alex said, " I told you I would see you again," he said referring to the night before when he'd said he would see her again the next day.
" So you're a fish and your physic," Isabel said sarcastically.
"Maybe," he said grinning again, this time she pushed him with the end of her shoulder and he laughed, nudging her back gently.
His phone rang then, the song We are Young, blurring through the tiny speakers. He lifted it quickly from his pocket, glancing at its screen before frowning and answering.
"Yes. Yes," he said irritably. " I didn't forget. Taking them now. Ok, love you to dad." He hung the phone up, standing quickly without looking in Isabel's direction he walked across the room to where his stuff lay, then reaching into his backpack he pulled out a pill holder, and a gallon of water, popped a few into his mouth then drank half the jug in a matter of seconds.
Isabel watched him as he did this, saying nothing, afraid that commenting would be considered rude, wanting all the while to ask what was wrong.
He turned back to where she sat, his face registering surprise as if he'd forgotten she was sitting there, then grinning he flopped back beside her.
" My Dad," he said, " He's overly concerned, calls me every hour to remind me to take my meds."
Meds…so he is sick….Isabel thought.
"Vitamins," Alex answered and Isabel glanced up quickly, suddenly fearful that her face showed her questions. " I suffer from acute malnutrition….among other stuff that would bore you. Nothing contagious, so don't worry."
" Maybe you are a fish," Isabel said quickly trying to steer the conversation away from his noted illness.
Alex chuckled, and then in a distinct female voice, began, much to Isabel's surprise, his rendition of the Little Mermaid's, Part of Your World. Very badly to Isabel's discomfort.
Isabel raised an eyebrow at him the side of her mouth twitching. He stood still continuing, his singing, spinning around in a circle, picking up his milk jug full of water and holding it close, his eyes closed in mock bliss.
" I don't when, I don't how. But I know something's starting right now! Watch and your see, someday I'll be, part of your world." His voice rising at the end, in a cracked, horrible imitation of Ariel's. Isabel cringed.
" That was horrible," she noted.
He grinned goofily at her, " You asked for it."
" If we are going to be friends," she said, " I need you never to do that again."
" Agreed," he said. " But just so you know, I have a whole archive of Disney songs at my disposal, so watch what you say, or I will be forced to use them," he threatened playfully.
Isabel nodded smiling slightly, " Agreed," she said.
" So we're friends?" He asked hopefully. Isabel paused her mouth slightly agape.
" I never said that," she said stubbornly, " Reaching back into the box and pulling out a book, the cover reading Withering Heights. She opened it quickly, coughing as dust arose from its tattered pages. She refused to look in his direction, feeling his gaze on her, his breath, almost cold against her neck, noting that their free hands were close to one another, their thighs touching. Instead she ran her eyes over the page, faking interest, reading the words. She read the unrecognizable words, containing nothing, her eyes stopping on one passage, a hidden, understandable message in a page of unrecognizable cyphers.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
She ran her fingers over the passage, reading it again and again, stopping only when Alex's fingers appeared beside hers, and the feeling of his loosened pieces of hair tickled her cheek.
"You're thinking about him aren't you?"
Isabel didn't have to ask who "him" was.
She nodded, feeling the tiny pings of tears rising at the corner of her eyes. She shook her head, embarrassed that she could be so weak, angry that a few words could send her spiraling so low.
"Stupid huh?" She asked still refusing to look at him.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me…. She read again.
"No," Alex said softly and she turned to him suddenly, surprise flashing suddenly to her face. "What do you want Isabel?" He asked, his voice calm, his face serious. It was a simple question, yet as she opened her mouth to answer, no words would escape. It was as if he'd pulled the sentences from her throat.
" I…" she stuttered. Then lowering her head she let her bangs fall over her face, realizing in that moment that she'd pinned up her hair, when she'd intended to let it fall over her shoulders. She glanced at her clothing, they too were different than what she intended to wear when she left the house that morning. Her normal clothes were back, the ones she wore before she met Duncan, yet by force of habit she'd put them on.
" It doesn't matter what I want." She finally said in a whisper so low she barely heard it herself.
" Maybe," Alex said, " But that's not what I asked."
What does he want me to say?
Indignant she started to stand, her intention to leave before he forced the words back down her throat. He grabbed her arm before she could, holding her still. He was stronger than he looked, and when she turned to glare at him, the look on his face stopped her cold.
" He likes you to," he said glancing away quickly, then chuckled to himself, " I don't think he even realizes it. He's threatened by me." He sounded almost happy at this aspect, and Isabel felt her mouth turn into a frown.
"Why are you telling me this?" Isabel asked.
He shrugged. "You already admitted you like him," he said. "I just thought you should know."
Not bothering to deny the obvious she asked him, "How can you possibly-?"
"Date me," he said bluntly turning to finally look at her, his black eyes catching hers. She stared back at him, noticing then how the black of his eyes seemed to be fading, dimming almost, taking on a reddish tint.
She felt her face flush. The feeling was back, the sensation of burning, yet being cold at the same time, where his hand lay.
"You don't even know me," she said raking her brain for excuses, answers he did not give.
" Friends then?" He asked hopefully.
" Why?" Isabel asked, then closing her eyes in frustration she rephrased her question, "Why me?" It was a question that oozed insecurity, and she instantly regretted asking it, but the question had already hit the air and it was too late to take it back now.
"Because I like you Isabel," he said matter-factly. "I've never met anyone like you before…I dunno…I just want to give you anything you want…I know I'm being strange." He rubbed the back of his head, "Your right I don't know you. And here I am proposing-"
"It won't work," she said cutting him off. Her mind was going in a thousand different directions. She wasn't sure what she was referring to the fact that the chemistry between the two of them would never work, or that she could never get her mind off Duncan long enough to make any other possible relationship work.
And whether he knew of which way she was implying he did not seem deterred. "Won't know until we try," he said optimistically.
What could Jenna say…She thought, then disgusted she would even considered such a thing she thought of all the stupid TeenGirl magazines her mother insisted on buying and putting in her bathroom, in the hopes that Isabel would read them. They poised plenty of advice on the subject, but since Isabel never read them, she had no real idea what to say.
" I'll think about it," she said finally, intending for her voice to sound sassy and uninterested, but instead her voice came out in a shuttered whisper.
Alex grinned as if he'd just won the lottery. " That is still better than no," he said bursting with confidence now, so much so that it seem to radiate off his skin, and bounce around the room, filling Isabel with the strange sensation she'd felt before.
She started to leave, suddenly not comfortable with the foreign feeling and the way his request left her scrabbling for questions she dared not ask aloud. He did not try to stop her again, instead letting her leave with a hardy, " See you soon," as if he would indeed see her soon.
She walked out of the back door onto the sidewalk of the strip mall, which was as empty as when she arrived. Then refusing to look back she headed down the street to her house. Arriving there an hour later, she headed straight to her room past her mom and dad who'd just woken up and sat in the kitchen, groggy drinking coffee and eating cereal. Throwing her bag against her bed, she sat at her desk ready to read and take notes on the material she'd collected from the library, and take her mind off the morning's events, only to realize she'd left all her books in Neil's shop.
Sighing in frustration she slammed her head against her desk.
She would indeed be seeing Alex soon, sooner than she expected.
Sorry for the wait guys. I've been uber busy lately with college, work, etc...etc...same old sob story. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know Firebreather is not one of the most popular subjects on here, but I enjoy writing it all the same. Thanks to all who read, Fav, Alert, and REVIEW! You guys are awesome.
On to the next chapter...
I think its about the characters found some angst don't you?