"What do you mean we have someone living with us!?" Sammy exclaimed as Lance opened the door. "We don't need a damn babysitter!"
"I'm not a babysitter." Kid said. "I'm here to make sure that you don't do anything stupid."
"That's Shey's job." Sammy said as she entered the house behind Lance.
"I'm not happier about being here any more than you are." Kid said.
"Nice to know you like us." Sammy scoffed and went to her room.
"What's up Sammy's ass?" JJ asked.
"We're not allowed to go anywhere except for here and school." Lance explained. "She's not too happy about it."
"Maybe we should just go back home." Paul sighed as he sat himself down on the couch.
"No way, I had to beg my mother for hours to allow me to stay here. I am not going to listen to her say 'I told you so'." Haley said. Sammy walked back into the room, a bag in her hand and headed towards the door.
"Now where are you running off to?" Kid asked, cutting her off.
"I'm going to look for a friend." Sammy stated with a straight face and pushed past Kid.
"You're not leaving." Sammy stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"Make me." She said. Kid quickly stepped forward and grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt and threw her across the room. Sammy landed on the couch and it flipped back, the bottom of the couch exposed.
"That might have been a little too had." Kid clicked his tongue.
"What's your problem!?" Lance snapped and shoved Kid back. "Was that really necessary!?"
"Calm your tits, Lance, I'm fine." Sammy said as she got up. "I might have a sore back in the morning-" She said with a glare at Kid. "-but I'm fine." Sammy picked up her bag, checked the inside of it, let out a sigh of relief and slipped it on. She went to the side of the couch and used one hand to flip the couch right-side up. Sammy opened her mouth to say something, but the door being pounded on cut her off.
"I'll get it." Hannah offered and opened the door. "Oh God." She groaned as Black-Star entered the house, a large duffle bag on a shoulder and dragging a suitcase behind him.
"Hello." Tsubaki greeted as she followed her meister in, holding a bag herself.
"Here's all of your stuff, Kiddo." Black-Star said as he dropped the bags onto the floor. "Did I miss something?" He asked when he didn't get a response.
"Kid just decided to throw Sammy across the room." JJ said. "And that bitch flew."
"I'll throw you out the window." Sammy threatened.
"I would have love to see a flying Sammy." Black-Star chuckled.
"I'll throw you out too." Sammy snapped.
"I'd love to see that." Kid said.
"No throwing people." Sheyla scolded.
"Why didn't you say that to Kiddo earlier?" Sammy muttered.
"Did you just call me Kiddo?" Kid asked.
"Be happy that I didn't call you asshole." Sammy scoffed.
"How about I go make us something to eat?" Tsubaki suggested, trying to end the arguments.
"Yes." Hannah and JJ said together.
"How come you never say that when I offer to cook?" Sammy asked.
"Because Tsubaki doesn't almost burn the house down." Black-Star answered.
"That happened one time." Sammy protested.
"There was the time you left a pot of water on the stove and the pot warped after the water boiled away." Sheyla said.
"Or the time you put French fries into a pot of oil on the stove and we ended up with a black ceiling." Michelle added.
"Don't forget the time she tried to make bread and the thing puffed out so much it almost filled the whole oven." Haley said.
"Then-"
"I get it." Sammy interrupted JJ and crossed her arms. "I'm a little accident-prone."
"A little?" Hannah scoffed.
"Remember when you tried to snap glass with your hands?" JJ asked.
"Or when she jumped on top of a broken desk and fell over." Kyra said.
"I hate all of you." Sammy murmured.
Black-Star and Tsubaki stayed over for a while, eating dinner with the group and watching a few shows with them. When the two left, Kid excused himself to go put his belongings away properly and threatened to tie Sammy down to a chair if she tried to leave. Sammy only flipped the reaper off without looking away from the television and got a slap to the leg by Sheyla, being told to behave herself. Eventually the teens grew tired as it got later into the night and everyone went to bed. Sammy being the night-owl that she was, stayed up and watched her friends go to bed, one by one until she was all alone in the living room, telling Lance that she would go to bed after the end of the episode. She lied.
When Sammy was positive that everyone was asleep, she grabbed her bag that she had left out in the living room purposely and snuck out of the house. She headed towards the direction she had remembered Free had gone the last time she had seen him. Sammy wanted to prove to herself that she was sane, that the man was real, that she wasn't going to go insane like her friends had. Plus it would be nice to know that she was kind of friends with a fairly large man, that could come in handy.
"Free!" Sammy waited a second. "Free, you out here!?" She called into the darkness. Sammy cried out when she was roughly pulled to the side and found herself face-toface with Free.
"What the hell are you doing? This city is not safe to walk around in at two in the morning." Free said in a scolding voice.
"Then what are you doing?" Sammy asked.
"I don't have to worry about not being safe." Free said. "Go back home."
"I wanted to ask you a few things."
"Can't it wait till later?"
"No." Sammy said stubbornly.
"What, what could you possibly want that couldn't wait for a safer hour?"
"Are you real?"
"Yes, yes, I am." Free lightly slapped Sammy's checks with his hands.
"Not necessary." Sammy rolled her eyes.
"Are you going back home yet?"
"I also need you to look at this." Sammy removed her bag and pulled something out. "Any clue what it is?" Sammy handed Free a syringe that was filled with a black goo. "I found it near the DWMA when I was walking back home earlier today." Sammy didn't mention that she had picked it up from the ground and made sure that Lance didn't notice her slipping it into her pocket. Free removed the needle's covering and sniffed the tip, he rested the needle on his finger and squeezed a single drop out and the two watched it evaporate into the air.
"How..." Free sniffed the needle again. "This doesn't seem possible...witchcraft." He said quietly.
"Witchcraft? Witches are involved? What is that thing?"
"It's madness." Free answered.
"Madness?"
"Somehow someone was able to liquefy insanity and put it into syringes." Free didn't seem to believe what he was saying. "I have never heard of that. Black blood is one thing, but straight up madness? Impossible."
"So, is it worse than black blood?" Sammy reached for the syringe, but Free moved it away.
"A lot worse, if this was injected into someone, they would go mad either instantly or it may take a few hours, depending on the person."
"How do you know all of this?"
"I have a lot of free time on my hands and a friend that can get me almost every book in the DWMA library."
"Who's your friend?"
"Er-"
"You!?" Sammy flinched at the sudden shout. "What are you doing here?" Kid walked into the area with a glare on his face.
"Time to run." Free said and took off with the syringe.
