Three's a Pair

by Fro Ninja

Young orphan Huey Jones has lived a life of servitude for as long as he can remember, often feeling cursed by his powers. But when he is freed, he is finds himself at the center of a supernatural war that has been ongoing for more than thousands of years. Joined by two unlikely allies with similar gifts,he vows to protect the world from this ancient threat, and most of all, end it.

23. Chapter 20

Fro Ninja; Welp, it's that time again folks. It's update day, and your berry best friend is here to deliver!

Jester; I'm assuming you had a wonderful weekend by your giddiness.

Fro Ninja; Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, before we get into the drama, let's go back on some people that commented

The Book;Thanks again for reading! Yeah, the SCP thing was something that Jester figured would make the story more interesting as the lore of the game is something that he's familiar with. Although the next arc won't be coming for a while, stay tuned until then!

NeonPartyDude;Thanks for checking in man. Well if you remember correctly either in the remake, or around the 4th chapter, Fisk mentioned that the team was the very first one being established in the paranormal investigation department, so a lot is riding on them. Plus the existence of Cryptic-types has been classified info, until now.

FroNinja;Alrighty Jester, do the thing!

Jester;Which thing dude? There are like a billion things

FroNinja;The Thing! You know, with the other thing on top of it?

Jester;Still not getting it...

Fro Ninja; Fine, fuck your vocab. Let's just get into it.

Karina's perspective

10 years ago

For some reason, I've been having the same dream over and over. I put my hands over someone's throat, they cough up blood, I gogue out their eyes with a spoon, and then I proceed to fuck their brains out until they die of lack appreaciation for the spouses. But this one was different. This was one I hadn't had in a while.

The place my feet were standing in was a huge grassfield, with the outlook of one of those paintings that you see in nice resturants with fancy silver ware imported from China, only mine had bodies littered all over the place. I tried walking through the field, which got muddier with every step. The smell of corpses filled the air with that of palm wine and mangoes, while sweet also having a bitter taste to it. Rain trinkled down from the sky like a thousand needles, landing on my face as I looked at the muggy sky, and wondered 'Where was this god they told me about?' I then tripped and fell down on my face, allowing my dirty and muddied face to become even more. In the moment I tried to get up, I felt a huge impact secrete from my leg. It felt like someone had driven something through it with absolute precision. Oh yeah, I remember this part...

Then, after I find out my leg got blown to shreads, I turn around to find two figures shadowing over me. Male by the looks of it, and dressed in rags with jeans, but armed to the teeth. My naive self thinks of rescue, while I'm crying out in pain. They smile, as if they know what I'm thinking. Flash forward to one of them putting their hands on me. His big hands slop all over my face, and his sweat dripping in my mouth. Hands then forcefully reach all the way down to an area of sacredness as mom so eloquently put it growing up. It was gods gift. These 'gentlemen' took it, and I don't think they remembered to ask for a receipt.

And that was my 'first', at four years young, with nothing on but a dirty superhero shirt and shorts that have been through a drier way too many times. His hand caressed roughly all over my body,while the other stood there with a blank expression, but with a camera at the ready, possibly to show all of his college buddies of what he's been up to nowadays. The caressing hand, turned into an iron grip that squeezed my breast of nearly all of its life, and the unwanted manhood that was thrusted deep inside with one stroke, but the feeling of penetration was enough to make me reach a whole new high. One that I thought I would never reach before, and then with each stroke, it happened again and again and my thoughts escalated to some pleasant feelings that could only come with riding a bike for the first time, gloriously without a helmet.

His manhood fell within my walls, heat packed all inside and struck its mark repeatedly without pause, and his price...less expression of supposed esctasy, his breathing becoming heavy and labored, almost huffing even. His voice shouted out. At this point, my hearing has been blurred out, nothing came through but the muffled voices of 'This little princess feels pretty fucking good! Better than my wife!' and 'I'm next!'. As my mind was about to wander off as well, I fancied a helpful little tool dangling off his friends belt, one that could end a life without reason, and was friend to noone who was one the opposite of its end.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself holding it deep in my mind, and slightly chuckled as if that were possible. Then...all of a sudden, my hand felt...heavy...with weight to it. I opened my eyes to see that little tool in my hand. I didn't think it was true that I was even holding it, but my motion of my finger told me otherwise when I aimed it towards my company. First the guy with camera, I aimed at his head, and blood ended up splurging from his skull, and his body fell down like a sack of potatoes. No complications.I then aimed toward my other guest that was helping himself to my person, and fired off a couple rounds in his chest while still in his own world. His torso exploded in a bloody mess, leaking all over my face and body, and he fell ontop in such a fast motion and with such impact, I felt like someone punched me in the stomach. What was not surprising wasn't that I think they didn't know I had it my hand at the time, but how such a closed off bumpkin like me could operate, and take someone's life just like that. It was just like breaking a toothpick to me for some reason.

I then pushed him out of me with every ounce of strength that I had left in my feet, and attempted to stand up about three times, falling each time. Until on my fourth try, I felt strange, like a some kind of unexplainable force surged through my body, and all of a sudden my body was on fire from every single angle. I grabbed my shoulders, with enough force to tear them off, and gripped them so hard my nails began to claw into my flesh, and give me that odd sense of comfort. I began to scream irrationally in both tones of sadness and happiness. Tears and snot leaked from my face, and blood from my special place.

What sounded off, my laughter, uncontrollable. It reached to the very skies and back. The tool was still fresh in my hands, and kept close to me like it was my friend. Soon a few minutes later, into what felt like an eternity to myself, another figure showed up. It was a dark furred bunny, clothes similar to my own. She looked upon me with tears in her eye, and shook her head furiously at what she was witnessing. Her amrs then wrapped around me, and brought me closer to her, knowing that I could rectify that action at anytime. Soon, my mind became a little clearer, and I began to climb down from the high that I was brought to by my former company. The sensation of the hug felt familiar, nostalgic, gross and warm at the same time. My mouth formed the words, 'Sis?'. All I could hear in response were hiccups and sounds of blubbered crying.'I'm here...I'm here... I'll never leave alone...'

The rain continued to trinkle down, and the sky remained the same. Murky and uninteresting. My heart and mind remained the same, even to that day. I'm still that little girl from the grassfield, and I'm still waiting to be rescued it seems.

Then, the dream changes.

A year later

I wake up somewhere else, covered in nice warm bed sheets, and affordable clothing, in a house that was becoming familiar to me. The clothes I was wearing smelled of honey apricot, and I get out of my bed and go downstairs to a door leading out to what I assume is the backyard. In my ears, I hear the sound of loud thrashing and crashing noises, ones that could only be associated with the most violent of practices. I make my way onto the field to come across my sister sparring with Anthony, our new guardian.

I didn't know that much about the guy, except that he said he was a part of the Peace corps that were sent to round up the refugees in the war area. Although he had no reason to, he took us in no questions asked. I was suspicious of him from the start. Hell, I was suspicious of anyone that wasn't my sister at that point. I would do anything to try and catch him off guard to try and see if he could reveal who he was. Poisoning his food, putting gasoline in his coffee, trying to assassinate him ninja style, and even shadowing him whenever he went out so that I could push him out in the middle of the street to make it look like an accident. But no matter what I tried, he was always ten steps ahead of me, and I could never figure out anything about him.

I tried talking to Sis about him, and trying to find out who he was and why he took us in. Everytime we talked about it, she defended him in my suspicions. For some reason, Sis was never doubtful of Anthony. I couldn't tell if that's because he was boning her or some other weird reason or another, but she never lost trust in him. She would always leave me off with, 'What reason is there not to trust as there is to trust him?' To this day, I could never figure out the answer to that question.

His appearance was unique to me, his green scaly skin and long scaly tail that reached around his leg. The strange man who had rescued me and my sister from an uncertain fate, was now the most important person in our lives, were both in traditional sparring gi, and practicing with wooden staves, attempting to knock eachother off of very high off the ground totem poles, surrounded by pool filled with piranhas, jellyfish, and other ocean predators.

As I take a step closer, they both stop in the middle of their session and focused their attention toward me, forming huge smiles along the way. My sister hopped off the pole onto the ground, and ran towards me. Out of breath, she hugged me tightly. I could smell her sweat and other odors coming through her clothes and reeling through my nose. After she released me, she handed me her staff, and beckoned over the man. As he came over to where we were, I grasped the staff in my hand and gazed upon with awe. 'I was gonna be able to hit something with this!' I thought to myself.

"C'mon 'lil sis! You give it a try!" I heard the voice of my sister call out to me as she slapped my back so hard, it lunged me forward into Anthony.

He then carried me in his arms. I looked down at his face, viewing his smiling face.

"So, you think you can handle me kid?" I slowly nodded my head while turning my eyes to the ground. Sis always told me I was really shy when I was younger, and that I barely said two or three words to anybody that I didn't know."Really? Just know if you lose, dinner's on you tonight! And we're not getting Chinese takeout again. You know what that does to your sister's stomach."

"Oh shut the fuck up Anthony! I can take a little punishment!"

"Hahaha! We'll see about that soon enough, won't we Karrie?"

I then smiled, and all of a sudden, words from my heart came out from my mouth.

"Fuck yeah we will!"

Both of them stood there shocked and stunned by my words. Sis busted out laughing, while Anthony shook his head and sighed.

"I have got to stop playing poker with the guys while you girls are in the house."

Soon we all started laughing, before we knew what hit us. It would be too sentimental to call Anthony our father, but he raised us like one, took care of us like one, and loved us like one. We later found out that he actually had a family once. A wife and a daughter. But something had happened that caused them to seperate, which had really hit him hard. Our real parents had died a few days after I was born, so I never remembered what they looked like. My earliest memories were always with sis. But because we looked different, it was always hard to say whether we were truly relateents for or not without our parents for reference. I myself didn't mind it though, even after Anthony took us in, I loved her regardless.

Even though he had no obligation to do so, he still felt responsible in some way for what happened to us and what was left of our home. I never understood why, nor did I ever try to fish for answers on the subject. I was glad to finally call a place home after so long.

Ever since then, me, sis, and Anthony all became like family in the years to come, and everyday was like something out of a kids book. Picnics, slumber parties, days out to the park, and even horror movie nights. Just kidding!

Our days were filled with grueling training, day in and day out, homeschooling, and everything that could considered to surviving in a bleek as hell situation. The only moot point was that to a regular passerby, it looked like Anthony was putting us through Ranger training mixed a little Spartan plus Special Forces training. Our days were filled with survival excercises, enduring torture ,mock schirmish battles, raiding PMC outposts for supplies, close quarter combat training, weapon crafting, and the ins and outs of everything that each international government policy had to offer how to take advantage of it, all from our little house in suburban Wales, we learned bascially everything.

Me and sis though, we loved every second of it. We became strong, strong enough to govern someone's life in any way we saw fit.

Three years later

The first time I started to know about my powers was around my sixth birthday, though by that time I knew about it, I already felt comfortable using them. At first I kept it a secret from Anthony, keeping it only between sis and I. At this point, I trusted him a bit more than I did when I first met him, but something like me being able to create portals that rip a hole in reality might make him over react just a tad. So I decided to whisper it to sis.

"So what did you want to tell me?" She asked me. We were safe in the confines of our room. The girls room. No boys allowed and all that jazz.

"Well, it's not something that could be told..."

"You're not gonna make me see if you have too many folds again are you? I told you, that amount is completely normal for a girl your age." As much as I wanted to have that conversation, that wasn't what I was aiming for.

"Would you just fucking listen? Just watch..." That was the first time I tried to sound serious in my life. I'm positive that I failed in the process, considering my snickering and whatnot.

I then concentrated energy into my right hand for a few minutes. With enough groaning and grunting to make it seem like I was shiting myself. After feeling like I just had takeout, I managed to make a tiny portal appear in my hands. I then reached into with my other hand, and pulled out on Anthony's Colt 45s that he keeps hidden in his mini fridge. Well, hidden until now of course. I then showed and flashed into her face, grinning and all.

"Well! Whatcha think about that!?" I gazed at her expecting her shocked reaction, which after a minute, never came. Instead, she just stood up with a disinterested face and walked downstairs to the kitchen."The fuck!? Hey!" I quickly followed after her, and then got in her face. "Hello? I just showed you some amazing shit! You're telling me that you're just gonna let it slide with nothing!?"

"Why should I be surprised at anything you do at this point? You sodomized a boy in your class because he called you ugly and laughed at your ears, you still think collecting bugs and worms is cool,you watch horror movies just to watch the hyena get killed, you think Monopoly the game promotes imperialism, you always check your cooch to see if you've grown any hair, and you masturbate to Mr. Roger. You're just weird Karrie. You've always been like that since you were a baby. That whole parlor trick you did,it's like adding ketchup to a burger, it's a given."

I selectfully misheard everything, and went straight for the bread and butter of that statement.

"Did you just call my power a parlor trick!? You dirty little ham sandwich with relish!"

I then tackled her in her stomach, crashing into the new flatscreen that Anthony bought yesterday. I let loose with a couple of punches, while she did the same. I guess it's kind of evident at this point that me and sis didn't always get along. We had a hour long fist fight after that comment, which Anthony broke up with milk and cookies. Chocolate despite everything, I could never bring myself to hate her. Looking back, her reaction was probably telling me that I shouldn't worry about what other people think about me, and I should just be able to live how I want. I lesson I still carry to this day.

Eventually, sis made me tell Anthony the truth, and like her, he wasn't put off by it. And that's when he told me and sis about Cryptic-types, their history, their situation in the world, the people that hunt or protect them, everything. As time passed, I learned how to use my powers a lot better, and Anthony showed me how to add it to my style, soon creating my own unique one. Imagine that, a Non-type teaching a Cryptic-type how to fight. However, no matter how much I mastered my powers, I could never once beat sis in a sparring match. Not because I was afraid to use them against her, but because she had this focus in battle that keeps me from being able to read her actions properly. Every step she took, was one that was already the first of several she had already made in her head. I'm still working on how to use it like her, but I think because of impending thoughts I'm still far from being able to do so. But then again, even Ali lost some fights.

Two years later

After I turned nine, sis left the Green Berets when she turned nineteen, and eventually moved to the states where joined the U.S Army when she turned twenty and then the CIA when she turned twenty-three. She always said how she hated to be in one place for too long, and that the house was getting to be too small for all of us. We got letters from her saying on how she was being made for a position in the adminastrative sections, and how she going to be put in charge of her own sector after just two months on the job. I was damn proud of that.

"Why does she get to go!?" I asked Anthony

"Because you were meant for a different path. Besides, you and her aren't the same Karina."

"Why?! Because I have these fucking powers?! Is that why you just let her go off like that?!"

"I let her go, because she needs to find out what she wants out of her life, and what she wants to do with it. And if you think it's because of a trivial reason like your powers, then you need to take a good look at yourself."

"Fuck you Anthony! You sorry excuse for a sperm donor! Sis decides what she wants to do with her life, and so do I buster!"

I then turned my back on him as I pulled open the door. He then dropped the most cliche line and so called parent would...or so I thought. He didn't say anything. He just let me go. I think back then, it was his way of saying that 'From this point on, do what you want'. Oh I intend to pal. I started with a short walk down the block, stopping at the store for a chocolate bar, and apple juice, and then kept on walking.

I eventually decided to follow in my sister's footsteps, and joined a junior platoon in the next town over, and was then transfered to the S.A.S a year later due to a reccommendation from a certain someone. I took a break in between to excercise my brain, and so I enrolled in 2 masters program at Oxford University and got both of my degrees just a year later. When I came back to my base, I surprisingly got word from Anthony that a few weeks after receiving her promotion to branch head, Tessera disappeared off the face of the earth. It would be an understatement to say that I was merely shocked, I was fucking angry, although I didn't know who to direct my anger towards. Myself, the world, her, Anthony. I couldn't really find any rhyme or reason behind it. I was just angry. And pretty soon, it lead me to a big fuckup.

3 years later

I remembered sitting outside of the Colonel's office, repeatedly tapping my feet over and over, and cracking my knuckles, somehow making a beat out of the whole thing.I was tired. Kind of. You would be too, if you had to sit through three hour long psychotherapy sessions, plus disciplinary action, and a lecture from your superior officer that was mainly one sided. As I was about drift off again, I heard a large slam go off in my right ear, which had made me jump to attention immediately, with my scythe out all ready to go. I then looked up to see it was a false alarm.

"I see you're as jumpy as ever." Anthony looked down at me with that usual bland look. One I haven't had the pleasure of seeing in years. It then occured to me that he had a supervisors position in the S.A.S. , and he oversaw all of its opearations. Suddenly the reason why he was here had just clicked.

"It's why I'm always used to night sessions, so I don't strangle myself when I'm asleep."

"And you haven't changed a bit. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I don't know what you were either." I then put away my baby, and then leaned back in my seat and sighed. "What do you want? If you're here to check up on me, just know that I'm doing fucking great as you can clearly see."

"Sarcasm? That's not like you Karrie."

"And just what do you know about me scaly?"

"I know that you're smarter than just charging ahead on a stealth mission and getting your squad killed. And then getting court martialed for a disobeying a direct order from your superior and then beating him to death with a steel pipe."

"One of my more finer works!" I emptily grinned.

" And what an artist you are. With your patron being the death penalty."

" You make it seem like death is something I'm scared to go through. Do you not remember the other thing I can do with my hands?"

Anthony gruffed.

"Oh I remember, but the guys in the front don't know that. You do what I know what you're going to do, and every waking moment of your life is going to be you on the run constantly. There will be no safe place for you anymore, as long as I'm giving the orders."

The son of a bitch was willing to be the opearator behind hunting me, should I escape my execution eh? For some reason, I had little room to doubt him in that doubting, and accepting were two things that I was not gonna see together.

"So that's how it would be huh? It wouldn't make any difference to me who would be after me."

"For an Oxford grad, you aren't very smart are you?"

"I'm smart enough to realize that I have no options left. And I'm smart enough to realize that you're just here to tell me you were right, and how what happened to Sis wasn't my fault, and I should stop beating myself over it, and getting others involved in my bullshit before I destroy a country in order to satisfty my insatiable bloodlust. See? I just saved you about 20-40 syllables."

"It seems that's all you seem to think about these days huh? Killing every person you come across in a mission, regardless of hostile or civillian, taking men to your bed when you can't sleep at night and then kicking them out before you strangle them in your sleep, defying your orders, skipping psychotherapy sessions. But then again, I don't think I have to say anymore, do I?"

"If all you've come to do is lecture, I really don't wanna hear it, okay? I just got an earful from the Captain, and I don't feel like going deaf."

"You've never been good at expressing yourself. Even when it comes to things that obviously keep you from focusing on the task at hand."

That last comment was what made me snap.

"You better fucking take that back, you bitch!"

Expression? A thing, and an action I know better than anybody else. Hell, I express myself every goddamn day, in every action that I do. It comes to me naturally.

"Take what back? The truth? There's no merit in doing something like that?" If he says one more word.

"You better take it back, before you find that scaly tail of your shoved two thirds up your ass!"

"Careful Karrie. You're getting angry. You wouldn't want Tess to see you like this would you?" That was the word. Before I knew it, I found myself charging at him fists flying, only for him to effortlessly grab me by my neck and slam into the wall so hard, I could of swore I heard something crack, and it wasn't me."Always so predicatable..."

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! GET OFF!"

"So you can go and do what? Go on a murdering spree until you wipe out the entire population so that you can feel better at something that you know is not your fault?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed and screamed until my lungs felt like prunes, my eyes felt like waterfalls, and my mouth felt like some just hit me with a brick for everytime I breathed. Was I upset? No. Was I angry? I couldn't really tell at that point. Was I depressed? No I took pills for that. So what was it? It's not like I loved sis with all of my heart, and I was seeking to avenge her possible death. So the other explanation, was that I was looking for a reason to become purposfully emotionally compromised. Was that it? Maybe, I couldn't really remember.

After about an hour of carrying on like I was four again, I just shut down. I was tired. Anthony's iron vice around my windpipe might have had something to with it. Either way, I felt like I just wanted to go to sleep, for a very long time.

"So...are we feeling better then?" I didn't give any answer as I was still trying to catch my breath, but he took that deft silence as a yes, and then let me go. I then stood up and fixed myself up. Getting a chokehold from him didn't hurt as much as it used to that for sure."Listen to me Karina, I know that what happened t Tessera was...out of your control, but you can rest assured that she's fine."

" Trying to make me feel better...?"

"No, I'm simply telling you the truth."

"How do you know this? Where is she then?"

"I can't tell you everything at the moment, but just know that she's thinking of you at every waking moment."

I honestly didn't know what to say, part of me wanted to burst out into song, and another wanted to punch Anthony in the face for not just telling me that to begin with.

"Every waking moment? What is she, on a suicide run?"

"You'll know soon enough...In fact, you may end up seeing her sooner than you think..."

"What do you mean?"

"I have an associate in the states that's rather interested in meeting you. The organization he works for is putting together a team of gifted individuals and he's trying to recruit you."

I scoffed at the statement.

"He wants me on a team? And you're allowing this? After what just happened?"

"Relax. Thankfully, you're not going to be leading the team. But he does want you to be apart of it regardless. If you don't like that, there's always waiting for the firing squad to come back in a few hours."

"Well, with those lovely choices given, how could I refuse? So who am I being grouped with, some old farts going through their second mid life crises?"

"No, they're two boys and are about your age. My contact handpicked them himself."

"Handpicked? Then they must be really good."

"Sort of. One has never fought a day in his life, and the other has got the personality of a dead horse I'm told. So somebody like you should keep them balanced."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Then something occured to me as I looked around my surroundings for a bit.

"Now that I'm just thinking about it, why was there nobody here when I was hollering on?"

"At present, we're the only two people on the base. I had everyone go on leave for a little bit."

"You mean, you knew this was going to happen!?"

"Like I told you Karrie. You're always predicatable."

From then on, the rest was history. I flew into the states and met Fisk and Red, and then they told me about the whole situation, and why the team was formed. I eventually "met" with Huey and Kote as well. I didn't think either of them were worth two balls and dick, but Anthony sounded sure about the whole thing, so I went along with it. He even told me he was coming to to become our advisor. In order to make it seem like this wasn't a planned effort, he told me to pretend to not know each other when meeting for the "first time". Over time, I began to see the two as something a little bit more than gutter trash, and as acutal teammates that I could fight alongside, which was first given my track record.

Ever since that day that Anthony picked us up in that rainy field, a lot has happened. He died. sis came back, Kote is in a coma, and Huey has changed. I can't really say how this is all going to to reflect on how things will turn out in the future, but looking back on it, I gotta say it hasn't been that bad of a ride in my opinion. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, remains to be seen.

And the second I think about that, that's when the dream ends.

I wake up in my bed, out of breath, with a sweaty pillow to boot. I look around to notice all of my surrondings still in place, and night sky is still gleaming through my window. I then look at a particular photo on my nightstand. It was a photo me, sis, and Anthony took before she shipped out. Hard to believe that this was the only photo we took together, but I can't say I'm complaining.

I then felt a heavy weight taxing on my body, and warm heat on my back.

"What are you doing up?" I heard someone say. Just by the weight and the smell alone, the only person it could be was sis. And by the warmth, my guess was that she was naked, and the weight was her boobs. Come to think of it, I was naked as well. I'll leave it to your imagination why we're like this.

"I had that dream again. The one where Anthony found" I responded.

"Oh really? I didn't think you would remember something like that, you were pretty little back then." She chuckled.

"I still can't believe he's gone."

She then patted me on the head.

"That makes two of us kid. I know you and him didn't always see eye to eye on a lot of things. Especially after I left."

"I'm assuming he told you about all that huh?"

"Yeah. We kept in touch after I went under the radar for a few years. In fact, he was the one who recommended me to The Blades in the first place."

"Which was why you went missing?"

"Something like that. I was also looking into something for him in Northern Europe."

"What?"

"That's a story for another time!"

"You teasing bitch! Tell me what you were looking for!"

I tried to grab her, but she then reversed it and put me in a headlock.

"Gonna have to try better than that!"

I struggled to get out for a few seconds, before I elbowed her stomach releasing the hold completely. I then grabbed her arm, and wrapped it behind her back in an armlock.

"How's this!?" I taunted her as I held on to her. I then felt my whole body shift as she flipped me on back by throwing me forward using the force of the arm I was holding. I quickly stood up on top of the bed and tried to wrestle her down again. She then grabbed me whole and then pulled me in closer to her.

I could feel everything from her. Her warmth, her breath, and her heartbeat, all at once. I held onto her arms as tightly as I could as she pulled me back onto the pillow. She then rested her chin on my head.

"Hey sis?" I asked.

"Hmmm?"

"We get along pretty well huh?"

"Huh? Where's this coming from? You didn't become emotional since I've been gone, have you?"

"I'm just wondering! Anthony's not here anymore, so we...ya know...gotta...stick together and all that jazz...So I was...just wondering...you know...?"

Sis stayed quiet for a minute before answering.

"Karrie, I've been together with you since the day Mom and Dad died. And I've always tried to look out for you and raise you the best way I could. Even before Anthony came along, I've always cared about you, and loved you just as much as physically possible. Never forget that everytime me and him talked when I was in training, all he ever talked about was you, and how gave his life purpose again. I'm sure even now, wherever he is, he's still thinking that. So yeah little sister, I think we get along pretty well, and we will stick together. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving again. That answer your question?" I shrugged and muttered 'I guess' "Well, I'll take that as a yes, now go back to bed, you got a big day tomorrow."

"Fine, but you haven't heard the last of me!"

"That can be arranged if you don't shut your trap."

"Okay..."

She then held me in her arms as tightly as she could, with no intention of letting go anytime soon. Before I closed my eyes to venture back off into dreamland, I looked out at the night sky one last time. I glittered and gleamed in my eyes as I smiled, and a single tear ran down my face.

"So yeah...Anthony...I'll think I'll be okay..."

Chapter 20 END

Fro Ninja; Thank you for reading, expect the new chapter sometime in a few weeks. And as always, one love!