Hola! (Hello!) Sorry it's been so long since I updated.. I was pulling for every day with an update, only things happen and I didn't get around to it. Anyways, I'm trying to write longer chapters, because I've gotten about a zillion 'WRITE LONGER CHAPTERS" reviews.so I'm really gonna try.I know that I really should write more, only after I start writing for a while, I get bored and end the chapter. ANYWAYZ, enjoy chapter 6, which at this point has no name.. WHO SHOULD DIE????????



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Storm laughed, slipping through the shadows, moving as one with the darkness. She had her belt of daggers hanging around her waist, and the quiver hanging off of her shoulder, full of arrows. She held her silver and wooden bow at her side strung and ready for use. She stopped at the edge of the building, and peered around the corner with her bow raised and notched with an arrow. She smiled, seeing her target, a lone guard. Storm glanced over to the shadows nearer to the guard and flashed a signal. Taser returned the signal.

Storm reached up and released her arrow, letting it fly straight and true, hitting him in the leg. He fell to the ground and before he uttered a sound, Taser had gagged him and was busy healing his wound.

Storm may have had to injure someone, but she didn't like to leave them writhing in pain. Taser was a healer and there was no point in wasting her Gift. Besides, the man had done nothing. All she really needed was to have him tied down and out of the way. She sped through the shadows and was by the man's side in a few blinks of the eye.



"You'll be okay." She told him. He nodded in understanding, although he was pale white and in pain. "I'm sorry I had to shoot you." Again he nodded, more relaxed this time, because Taser was fixing his wounds.

"He'll be alright. He's just gonna be tired and is going to have to stay off of that leg for a day or two." Taser announced after she was done.

"Good. I wonder how the others are doing. Good, I hope." Strom brushed the man's hair out of his eyes so he could see her more clearly. "Do you know who I am?"

He shook his head, with a bewildered look on his face.

"I'm Storm DeLegaris." She informed him. His eyes grew big in recognition. "So you do know who I am." She smiled and bent down to press her lips gently to his forehead. "You've been touch by an angel, and I've judged you to live." She traded his lips with one of her fingers before standing. "Leave him here and let's find the others. I've got a bone to pick with Stone Mountain."

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"Misha, get that guy, if you will." Storm pointed to an important looking man. "I think he'll work as hostage." Misha smiled and swooped into the door and grabbed the man and pressed a blade to his throat.

"Scream and die." He whispered harshly into the man's ear. "Your name?"

"I am the Lord of Stone Mountain." The man stuttered.

"Oh, good." Storm said, dropping in through the open window. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to look for you. Do you know who I am?"

"No." He answered.

"I'm your worse nightmare. I'm Storm DeLegaris. I'm the girl you let get away and die, Uncle." She strutted over to him. "Now do you know who I am?"

"Yes." His eyes grew with fear. "The witch's child!" Misha pressed the blade down, drawing a bit of blood.

"I dare you to repeat that." He hissed in anger.

"No, Mikhail! Don't!" Misha's head turned, in confusion.

"What?" He asked incredulously.

"I said, 'don't'." Storm repeated.

"I know that. Did you call me 'Mikhail'?" He asked, looking hurt.

"I'm sorry Misha. I was afraid you would hurt him. He still is my family, even though he left me to die." She whispered. Misha sighed and leaned over the old man and brushed his lips to hers.

"He doesn't deserve to call you family, ke'chara. (- That's from Mercedes Lackey.)" Misha whispered. "No one who treats you like that should even be allowed to live."

"I know, love. Now how about we go get our things? I don't want the others to have all the fun in looting." She smiled weakly.

"Sure."

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"What about this?" Seven asked, holding up a vase. This was the first time he had actually been involved in a job.

"Breakable. Bad for our traveling." Loya answered, slipping a bit of silver into her bag.

"This?" Seven asked, holding up yet another bit of pretty.

"That one is good." Gaunt answered. He glanced up at Storm who was sitting in a large chair, hugging a bag to her chest. "Are we about done? I think that we should go soon."

"One of your better ideas, Gaunt." Frindley answered, seeing the look on Storm's face. "Let's go."

"Come on, ke'chara." Misha took Storm's elbow. "There's nothing left here for you."

"I know and that's why it hurts so much. Do me a favor." She murmured.

"Anything." He answered, helping her to her feet.

"Slice him up. Please? Just for what he did to my mother and me." She pointed to Lord Stone Mountain. His eyes widened in fear.

"No love. No more deaths for revenge." He answered, kicking Stone Mountain with the toe of his boot.

"Not even if I judge him worthy of death? Can I do that?" She asked, a little dazed.

"No.not now. You're hurting too much now. Perhaps some other time. Now come on." Loyalty rolled her eyes and pulled out her dagger, embedding one deeply into Stone Mountain's thigh. Misha glared at her, but she shrugged.

"He deserved at least that. Don't heal him, Taser. It won't help. I used one of my 'non-healable' daggers for that."



"Thank you, Loya." Storm whispered after a few hours from returning to camp. It was the first words she had spoken in over 3 hours.

"Nothing to it, Storm. After all, that's my name. 'Loyalty'. Now I know it's supposed to mean 'loyalty' to my master, but I see it as loyalty to the person who saved me from him. I'll always be here for you, Storm."

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Okay, so it's not that much longer than the others, but it's a start, right? And I stopped this one here because something big happens in the next one..I've decided who's going to die! :P