hey look, I'm Still here!

ok, guys, again, this might be the last chapter for a bit. I'm currently flat and only have the first few sentance for the next chapter typed.

now, look, me no own monster high.

also, I am starting a Hetalia One Shot! It's currently in the works, but not written down. Also, this currently is the shortest chapter.

it's disgusting.


At first I didn't move or say anything, until she took my hand, and ran, dragging me along, before I started running with her, hands together like glue.

As we ran, I quickly noticed that the wall were lined with mirrors.

There was a column, then a flash of orange, column, flash of orange, so on.

Maybe- maybe I would get out of here! I could go back home and put this all behind me! I could meet Neighthan and tell him to shove off because Frankie's mine- and I could see the world again! The grass and the sky!

And remove every mirror in the house!

Especially remove every mirror in the house!

"Hey mom- where's dad?!"

She didn't respond, only kept running as I heard yelling behind me, and I tried to run faster as we turned random corners, trying to find dad or a way out.

We kept running and running, and I wanted to stop- but if I did I would be dead.

So, we kept on running, turning corners, looking for a way out-

"Stop right there, Mrs. Jekyll, or will do more than extinguish your husband."

Mom stopped, turning around and seeing a wall of men with guns, and Red.

And with Red, was my Dad.

They had bound Dad in a special way. His hands were encased, his wrists cuffed, and two men with gloves on had one of those leashes animal control uses around his neck and torso.

I noticed another wall of armed forming behind us, and Mom put me behind her, trying to protect me.

My breathing already started to stagger, and I felt like passing out. I glanced to my side, seeing Holt watching Dad with worry, then looking at me, with a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're going to let me and my family go, right now, or I will hurt you."

Red now walked with a certain swagger, like I had seen when we first met. He walked as if- No, He walked like he owned the place, (which he did.) like he could do and say as he pleased, and you would give into him and do as he said.

But all in cool way.

Like Crowley on Supernatural.

He even talked and sounded like the guy.

I only wanted to faint more, but swayed, trying not to show weakness. Any weakness and Red would laugh like he had already won. Red opened up his crimson coat, pulling a gun out from the inside. It was silver gun, with a six barrel chamber. He pointed the gun at my Dad, not even caring to look at him, and pulled the hammer back.

"Ms. Jekyll, if you don't want your husband to die, then put your hands behind your head and drop to your knees. The same goes to you Jackson. Actually- Jackson and Holt, it's time for you two to go back to your back to your room." A gap opened between two of the Suitmen next to Red.

"Now, if you would come by me-"

"N-N- No."

"What?"

"What?! Jackson- they're going to kill Dad! Don't do this!"

I looked to the side of me, almost unbelieving of what Holt said.

"I- I said no, Holt! I won't! It's like you said! You can't live in that room, and I can't live like this! You know, afraid of what they're going to do me next! And seeing you in the mirror!"

My mom looked at me, yelling at my own reflection. "What did you do to him?!" She screamed, looking at Red now.

"We simply gave Holt and Jackson better communication." My mother only seemed to become enraged.

"You sick psychopath."

Red took off his glasses, rubbed his face and put them back on. "Now, Jackson- here's the thing. That wasn't a question. That was an order."

I collapsed, feeling something plunge into my back, right between my shoulder blades. I heard Mom and Holt scream my name, and began to feel drowsy. I let go of my mom's hand. My ears started to hurt again.

Mom took a defensive and furious posture, and I heard her yell out in furiousity, it was like she had turned into a monster, and leaped at them.

She wasn't my mom anymore.

She was Holt's.

I heard a bang come from Red, I could't scream as my Dad fell to his knees, and then onto his face as the two men released him. As my dad fell, almost in slow motion, we made eye contact, and he had a look of horror on his face.

Fear.

Regret.

That was frozen on my father's face.

Red was too fast for Mom. Everytime she swiped or pounded at him, trying to land a blow, he dodged and bullets went into her.

And I couldn't do a thing about it,

My mother's screams and yells only increased in volume, and my ears only hurting more, as Mom and Red started to flutter from view.

I could hear screaming and yelling and shooting, and my last view was Mom falling down as they continued to shoot her, and she finally fell onto her back, out cold and not moving.

Red held up his hand, and everyone stopped firing, and Red approached my mother, a smirk on his face. The men still had their guns pointed at my parents.

I gave into the sleep and my parents were probably dead.