Chapter is short, took too long, yachta yachta yachta. I was bored when I wrote the first two POVs, had to wait at the orthodontist for one of my siblings, lol. You'll see why I brought it up… especially for the second POV… haha. Review response (only one review, so… yeah).

Brentinator: You were still called Susz when you write this I seriously took way too long. Maybe, maybe not. Haha, (Horace voice) I love mysteries!

-Sebastian's POV-

"Bree? You really shouldn't have come here. I might've actually spared-"

"Don't kid yourself, Sebastian. You blew up the entire academy and Spin glued me to the floor. You wanted me dead."

"Not really…" I said with a groan as I started to stand. Then Bree charged into me and knocked me back several feet. I rubbed my head and continued talking. "But now I guess I would be fine either way."

"It's finally time you pay for your crimes, Sebastian."

"Oh… that's curious…" I began as my hands started to shake and spark. I began to stand up. Bree ran at me but I dodged to the side. "I wasn't aware justice was a crime." And with that, my hands exploded into a blast of lethal red electricity.

-Adam's POV-

I was finally allowed to go home. But Mr Davenport said that I have to stay in bed (I didn't even know we had another bed) and not run around because "my arm is broken" and "if I fall it might make it permanent." Dumb stuff like that. So I was just laying back playing Call of Warfare 13: The Demon Nazis are Back Again for the Third Time. The games are always very original. I was just about to snipe Dankstorm14_xx27xx when Mr Davenport called me downstairs.

"Just a second! I need to finish this game!"

"Adam, come down! Now!"

I groaned and then ran downstairs.

"What is it Mr Davenport? Mr Davenport? Hello?"

I walked to the door and just felt something. Like I was being watched. Everything was uneasy, and normal things took on new meanings, I knew someone was here.

-Sebastian's POV-

Bree charged once again but I whipped to the side and hit the back of her head sending her to the ground. She began quickly getting up but I zapped her for just a second, sending her back to the ground. She had the strength to get up, but I had ten times the strength to knock her back down. As standard villain practices go, I was pretty much required to monologue. I'll face the fact that I am seen as a villain; I'm not stupid.

"Bree Davenport… you seem more, what's the word… reckless. You cannot control your rage. It's a shame that such a powerful person would have such a downfall. But I guess that the deadly sins are deadly for a reason. Greed has toppled empires, I guess wrath will crumble you. Truly a shame it had to come to this, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart, you devil."

"But you see, your family not only killed my father, but they are also in my way to continue his legacy. As long as your kin exists, it poisons my world. My world of vengeance. Not just pathetic attempts of vengeance, true revenge. Revenge that will eat away at your very will to live.

"I'll bring your family to it's end, your brothers to their knees. They'll get for mercy but receive none. I'll make every second of their lives a living hell. Take away every bit of peace out of their hearts, I'll reap them of their souls. When they're at the brink of death, when they are practically lifeless in the eyes-" I paused to ignite my red pitchfork "-this will be the last thing they see, their deaths uniting them. And when they are dead, when the Davenports have finally fallen, one will remain, missing all his former strength, all his former courage. Your little brother will suffer the worst fate of all, the most painful repercussion, the most agonizing punishment-" I pause for a long moment "-the curse of life."

It was short, I know. And I know I left things hanging in the air, but they'll be resolved, I promise. Everything will be resolved. Until then, I'm TheUnknownBlock, and I'm out.