Thats is evil, being that short!

Its so good and has my attention!

Please please please please please please please please please please please please update soon!!

I am so darn evil, huh? I must regain some un-evilness, I guess, so here's a relatively long chapter.

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"Come in the living room." Lucy said almost sadly,  "we've got a lot to explain..."
We entered the small and shabby living room, filled with assorted mismatched couches and plaid wallpaper. We sat down on one of the squishy couches and Virginia sighed and began her story, "When I was really little, I discovered many things within myself that I couldn't explain... I could move objects on command, I could read people's thoughts, but the strangest thing of all I discovered was my singing voice... when I start singing, weird things start happening..."
"Like what?" I asked, intrigued by the girl's story.
"I turn into a totally different person... I-I have no control over what I'm doing... I only feel one single emotion, and that single emotion fuels my reactions... that emotion is hate, hate toward men... all men..." Virginia finished with a slightly guilty look on her face.
"Virginia?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Do you know William Kerigate?"
"Yeah, he's my friend..."
"Can you write down his address here?"
"Why? Why should I?"
"Because we know his parents." I answered truthfully.
"So do I. Madison and Adrian Kerigate."
"No, we know his real parents."
"How do you know he's adopted?"
"Just please put the address."
"Fine." She scoffed, signing the address neatly on the notepad.
"I'll be back." Doggett said in his A-nald voice, smirking.

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The black oblivion of dreamless sleep was suddenly shattered by a small noise outside Virginia's room. She yawned and silently walked to the door of her room, opening it.
"Mind if I come in?" It was William.
"Another bad dream?" She asked, sighing. "By the way, how'd you get in my house, in my room?"
"Yeah, and it's called a taxi and quiet shoes. And the key under the rug. Elementary, Watson." He grinned at the last sentence.
"What was it about?"
"I don't really know… I was in this huge forest and I could hear singing, probably one of your kind. But, then I could see a woman with red hair and blue eyes… my eyes… she was crying and calling my name and when I ran to her, I seemed to get further away, then it all just stopped and I was awake. Do you think…?"
"It was your mother, your real mother. Yes…" Virginia averted William's saddened gaze and turned from him.
"There's something you're not telling me, Meyers…"
After a long pause she turned around and looked him in the eye, "Friends of your parents came to my house. One of them is my aunt, the other is her… uh… partner I guess. They're going to help me with the case. They asked to give them your address…"
"Ginny, you know as well as I do that there are people out there trying to kill us. What if those two aren't friends of my parents? What if they know you're a Siren and try to expose you and Riskia, Rachel, Robyn, and I for what we are? We aren't normal kids, Virginia."
"But what if they're telling the truth, William? You also know as well as I do what it's like to not grow up with a real mother. You always say, 'trust no one'. William, I honestly think you need to trust someone, anyone, but at the moment, I'd really like you to trust me."
William gave just one final glance at Virginia, but slammed the door behind him.