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-laces

Chpt.12

"hey before we head back to your mansion, can we get our stuff at our house?" Flame inquired. Bruce nodded his head, and Blade directed Alfred where to go. The limo stopped in front of an old worn down brick house. The window shutters were hanging by their hinges and the door's paint was peeling.

"While you got your big fancy mansion, we got our wonderful cottage." grinned Flame. Bruce followed the girls into their house and was surprised to see how… homey things were. There was furniture that didn't match the house, and it looked old. However the furniture looked well loved, used, and worn. There was a small fridge, and table in the kitchen. There was no T.V, but he did see a radio. Bruce didn't go with them to their rooms. Each girl gathered some of their things and went back to the car.

"Did you like living there?" Bruce inquired.

"Besides the fact that there was only one bathroom, and it creaked a bit at night, I liked it." Pixie shrugged.

"Yah. Me too." Blade sighed.

"Me three." added Spellbinder.

"Ditto." stated Flame. They quickly were back at the mansion, and headed straight to their guest rooms.

When Blade entered her temporary room, she immediately started putting up her pictures. She looked at each hot guy picture thinking,

Blade Lautner. Mrs. Lautner. Mrs. Blade Lautner. Her thoughts were interrupted when she reached the pictures of the old man. They were of her Grandfather. Different thoughts then entered her mind. The voice of that man.

"Give me your money." the man stated pointing a knife at Blade's grandfather. Her grandfather chuckled softly.

"No." he answered with a smile. Blade hung on her Grandfather's jacket, afraid of the knife. Of how sharp it was.

"No? listen old man! Gimme your money or you'll never see day light again." the man threatened.

"Poppy." Blade hugged her grandfather's jacket tightly.

"Shut up kid!" the man exclaimed, and Blade's grandfather punched the man in the face.

"Watch your language around my grand daughter!" he exclaimed. The man looked down at Blade.

"Sorry kid. Time to say beddy bye to your Poppy." and with that, the man stabbed Blade's grandfather. Not once, not twice, but several times. Blade watching the entire time. After the tenth time of being stabbed in the chest with the knife, Blade's Grandfather fell to the ground. Tears were streaming from Blade's eyes. The man looked down at the girl, expecting to see fear in her eyes. He didn't. he saw hate, and anger. The eight-year-old Blade glared at the man, tears still streaking her face.

"You like knives? You enjoy watching them plunge threw living flesh?" she questioned. Before the man could say anything, Blade pointed her five fingers at the man. The knives flew and stabbed the man in the chest. He fell to the ground, dead. Blade sat beside her fallen Grand father, and was shocked to see him still breathing.

"Wh… what happened?" he breathed heavily.

"I used my blades, and killed him." she stated.

"Darling. Promise me never to use tha… that ability of y… yours to kill people."

"But Poppy. You're about to die. I couldn't let him get away." she explained.

"But killing is never… the answer." he stuttered. "Promise me… promise me never to… kill any one." he stated, raising his pinky weakly. Blade was sobbing then, but gripped her small pinky around his extended one.

"Pinky swear." she sobbed.

"that's my girl." he sighed, then slowly passed. Blade was left sobbing. She stood up, and walked over to where the man who stabbed her grandfather was. There was a white piece of paper sticking out of his jacket. She bent down, and took it out. On the paper it read,

Kill the old man. Mug him then kill him. Make it look normal. Just make sure you do it and you'll be paid handsomely.

~L.H

Blade was sent back to the present. She sighed to herself. She tried so hard to find L.H, and she questioned why whoever it was even wanted her Grandfather dead. She hated whoever was L.H, and she promised herself that she would eventually find them.

Depressing Back story time!!!

-Laces