Finally! Chapter Five! Two more chapters after this! Sorry it took so long to get chapter five up. I've just been busy, that's all, with school and stuff. I do feel really bad though, because a few people e-mailed me a few weeks ago or so asking for more. I really am trying my best, though! Honestly! Anyway, I'll try to get chapter six up as soon as possible, considering there's a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter...I'm also contemplating whether or not I should write a sequel...I mean, there's only two chapters left, six and seven. Will Ray's Finale really be Ray's finale? Hm...so many tough decisions...I guess it will be up to all you guys! As for chapter five...er...well, lets just say it gets more and more twisted. And it may seem a bit more violent, the end of chapter five kind of marks the climax, after all (that's why I brought up the rating to PG-13; because it's a bit more violent...and there have been a couple curse words-not many, though-scattered about, but mainly I changed it to PG-13 because of the violence...though it's not THAT bad), but don't take any of it TOO seriously...at all. It's all suppose to be silly black humor, like Invader Zim-ish (for those who watch that sadistic show...it's really hilarious, in a dark, sort of twisted way!) Um...what else? Well, Naomi and Leon are back! Yay! So, all Naomi and Leon fans rejoice and be glad! As for all Harry Champ fans (and Mary fans, too), just be patient! They'll come back eventually! Anyway, er, things get...er...interesting...for both the Blitz team and the Skyler team as Naomi and Ray face off...sort of...well, you'll all see! Let the suffering commence! Hehe! No, as you've ALL been waiting for...Chapter Five: Naomi Fluegel vs. Ray Skyler:

Bit woke early that morning; in truth, he had found it difficult to sleep after the horrors of the night before. Constantly, he tried to convince himself that what had happened was only a nightmare, but each time he would recall Kylie's Mikey-esque growl and her glare of insanity and he would realize that nothing so terrifying as the demonic vision of Kylie could be fathomed by a mortal mind. Maybe it was just a one time thing, Bit reasoned, though he frowned in doubt. Then, yawning and rubbing his eyes, Bit entered the kitchen.
Much to his surprise, he saw Kylie standing over the counter, a look of deep determination spreading across her face. Bit remained frozen in the doorway, silence overcoming him, but stayed, fortunately, unnoticed by Kylie. However, the next event Bit was to see was as horrifying as it was shocking. Kylie wasn't just standing over the counter; she was standing over a mug of coffee, and from her pocket she pulled out a small flask labeled with a symbol of a skull and two cross-bones-a symbol of poison. And Bit watched in horror as Kylie opened the flask and allowed the poison to drip into the coffee. Then, quite calmly, she placed the empty flask back into her pocket, picked up the spoon beside the mug, and quietly mixed the poison up with the coffee, a slow smile spreading across her face. Bit stood stunned, unmoving and in absolute fear for the next couple of minutes. And he would have remained frozen for eternity, too, if it wasn't for Mikey who came marching down the hall and pushed through the doorway and, therefore, through Bit, snapping Bit out of his daze and nearly knocking him over in the process.
"Kylie!" Mikey shouted as he entered, completely ignoring Bit's presence. Instead of looking up, as most do when called, Kylie lowered her head as she was trained to. He stepped beside her. "Coffee!" At the moment Kylie handed Mikey the mug of now tainted coffee, Bit had regained his balance, rubbing his now bruised shoulder and lifting his head. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Mikey raise the rim of the mug to his lips.
"Mikey!" Bit exclaimed in urgent warning. Instantly, Mikey and Kylie shot him a psychotic and murderous glare. Unfortunately, Kylie stood behind Mikey and Mikey could not see the savagery in her eyes. And so, in absolute fear and desperation, Bit's eyes wandered from Mikey, mug frozen by his lips, and Kylie, confused on what he should exactly do. He could only choose one psycho to favor and leave the other to become his enemy. Yet the poison COULD kill Mikey-perhaps before Mikey got wind of the poison, the fact Bit knew about it, and the fact that Kylie was now "in love' with him. Besides, by the look in Kylie's eyes, Bit was certain she knew he knew about the poison now. Kylie would be after Bit if he spoke the truth AS WELL AS Mikey, for Kylie would have most likely no choice but to confess her feeling about Bit to him. After another moment, he made his final decision:
"Well, uh,: he began, chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his head. "Enjoy your coffee!" Kylie clasped her hand together, her eyes widening, and her mouth forming into a wild grin as if Bit had just declared his love to her. Mikey glared suspiciously at Bit for another moment and Bit had sickening sensation that Mikey was on to him. But after that moment, Mikey chugged down the coffee in one gulp. Kylie watched anxiously as Bit stared fearfully at Mikey. Yet after a minute, both their faces seemed to drop in bafflement, Bit because Kylie's had. Mikey stood in the kitchen unscathed, wiping the remains of the coffee that lay on his lips with his arm. It was as if poison had no effect on Mikey Skyler.

Brad dragged his feet down the hall, head lowered, knowing breakfast would be soon and miserable because of it. He had managed to avoid Ray since he had awaken, which had only be fifteen minutes, but he knew that as soon as breakfast had commenced, Ray would never leave his side until dusk. Brad still couldn't figure out HOW he knew that the Skylers were there that morning nor did he know he knew the day before either; he just knew. Making breakfast, he thought bitterly. Still, fifteen minutes of avoiding Ray was a great feat on Brad's part; it must have been his many years of practice.
Brad sighed in despair as he stepped into the living room. He lifted his head then and his eyes widened in horror at the sight. There stood Dr. Toros talking with Leon Toros and Naomi Fluegel. He gasped and darted forward, taking Naomi by the arm.
"What are you doing here?!" he whispered, fear and anxiety in his voice. Naomi appeared puzzled as did Dr. Toros and Leon.
"Well, I invited her, Brad," Dr. Toros explained for her. "For breakfast." Brad, however, shook his head, not wanting to hear this.
"But you don't understand-" Suddenly, the vision of glass smashing on the kitchen counter from the previous morning flashed in his mind and he quickly yanked on her arm, eyes stern. "You have to leave now!" However, Naomi refused to budge.
"Why?" she questioned, looking up at Brad as if he was being absurd. "What's wrong?"
"I-" He stopped and leaned toward her, whispering, "Ray says I can't see you anymore." Naomi burst into a fit of laughter and Brad frowned.
"You're joking!" she exclaimed, eyes closed tightly with tears. It was when she opened her eyes to see Brad's solemn expression that her own face grew desperate. "PLEASE tell me you're joking." Brad winced. Leena entered the living room then with a yawn.
"Good morning," she said and then spotted Naomi and Leon. "Oh, hi, Leon. Hi, Naomi." With a second thought, however, Leena grimaced and groaned, pity in her voice as she resumed speaking. "NAOMI…eek…don't you know that Ray's here?"
"So?"
"So…he doesn't like you very much."
"That's what I've been trying to tell her!" Brad exclaimed. "If you value your life, Naomi, you have to leave." And Leena gave a nod of agreement.
"Wait a second," Leon now spoke up. "I thought you said the Skyler were going to be gone by yesterday, Leena." Leena shrugged and flopped on the couch.
"Yeah, it's funny how things can change so quickly," she remarked casually. "And so unexpectedly, too…" Leon frowned, Dr. Toros grimaced, and Brad groaned. Naomi, however, just seemed annoyed, folding her arms crossly and scowling.
"That Ray Skyler," she spoke through fiercely gritted teeth. "Someone really ought to teach him a lesson. And that Mikey, too."
"Now, Naomi, you don't want to do THAT…" Brad's voice trailed off warily as he put his arm around her and began to lead her toward the door. "What you REALLY want to do is go home, stay there awhile, and don't come back until the Skylers are long gone."
"Yeah, Naomi," Leena agreed. "It would be a lot safer, anyway. Besides, you don't want to end up being smashed to the ground and shattered into a thousand tiny, broken, insignificant, pathetic, little pieces." She paused with a pensive frown. "Unless, of course, he does that to Brad instead…" At this a flash of fear flickered across Brad's face, eyes widening at the thought of his impending and inevitable doom, and a shrill sound escaped his throat that sounded much like a pitiful sob of a very desperate, very frightened man. Too anxious to reason anymore, Brad quickly seized Naomi by the shoulders and began to almost violently push her forward toward the door.
"That's it!" Brad firmly declared. "You're leaving now!" However, when they reached the door, someone stepped in, blockading their path.
"BRAD!" Brad let out a startled, horrified, very loud gasp and jumped back.
"RAY!" he cried as his body began to tremble in fright at the stupidly grinning Ray who haughtily stood like a mountain by the door, hands firmly on his hips, head arrogantly cocked upward, and his body towering over all in the room, tall and abnormally strong. Brad's face cringed, his eyes wavering about for some sort of hope-some sort of escape-yet he could find none. He could not run, he could not hide, he could not expect his teammates or friends to care enough to risk their life for him; after all, he, understandably, would not do the same for them, especially against the likes of Ray Skyler. He contemplated, for a moment, dropping to his knees and begging for dear mercy, but, for some reason, he doubted that would work either. In truth, he knew the reality of it all-there was no escaping Ray Skyler.
"Now, Brad, breakfast is ready!" Ray began, lowering his head. It was then he noticed Naomi and his eyes fixed on her ferociously, in a wild rage of jealousy. "What-what is SHE doing here?!" Ray stammered venomously, upper lift quivering with fury. Ray was fuming, a vindictive look burning in his eyes.
"Yep, you're doomed," Leena commented so casually that it was almost callous and she gave Brad a heartless shrug. Brad shot her a look of daggers in response. Then, he turned back to Ray, only one option open to him; he would have to reason with the wrathful Ray.
"She?" he asked innocently and then glanced to his left. "OH! NAOMI!" Quickly, he pushed her behind him, out of the view of Ray's envious eyes. "Now, Ray, let me explain-"
"I thought I made myself very CLEAR yesterday," Ray spoke through clenched teeth as if trying to control his temper.
"That-that you did, Ray," Brad stammered slightly and swallowed hard. "But, you see, Ray…well, it's actually kind of funny…" He suddenly began to chuckle nervously, slowly cracking under the fear of Ray who barricaded the door with his massive body. Unfortunately, Ray wasn't laughing. Helplessly and hopelessly, Brad's eyes wandered about the room, desperate for an answer. Then, his laughter abruptly ceased as an answer miraculously hit him and he wondered why he hadn't come up with it before. He smirked sinisterly. "Well, Doc was the one who invited her." Dr. Toros let out a shrill cry as his face twitched in horror. Everyone turned to Dr. Toros curiously, except Ray and Brad, Ray seething with anger and Brad grinning cruelly, strangely satisfied with himself.
"Well, Ray…" Dr. Toros let out a couple of nervous chuckles and then quickly shot the smirking Brad a vicious glare as he thought murderously, You think this is funny, Brad? Just wait until I cut your pay in half!
"That's it!" Naomi's voice suddenly broke in. "I've had enough! This is ridiculous!" She brushed by Brad, stepping in front of him in the process and glaring up at Ray with firm eyes. "Just who do you think you are, anyway? Dictating-" Brad hastily clamped his hand over her mouth and nervously glared up at Ray who's eyes were twitching with a murderous malice and breathing was heaving through his tightly clenched teeth. He tightened his giant fists until his knuckles were white, each muscle on his body flexing with violent intentions.
"Now, Ray…" Brad's voice trailed off as he and Ray stared at each others eyes, Brad's frightened eyes looking up at Ray's fatal ones, the sound of Ray's harsh, violent breathing the only thing breaking the silence between the two. The, after a moment, Brad finished off weakly, "…don't you think breakfast is…uh…getting cold?" Ray's breathing cut off as his face grew pensive. It was so quiet that Brad thought he could hear the sound of his own blood creaking eerily in his ears. And, then:
"Breakfast!" Ray cheered, mysteriously returning to his usual happy, insane self. Then he grabbed Brad by the arm and yanked him forward, Brad letting out a grunt of pain. "Come on, Brad!" Ray then exited, dragging Brad behind him. After another moment, Dr. Toros chose to leave, mumbling sadistic comments about Brad under his breath. All that was left was Naomi, Leena, and Leon.
"Leena…I'm worried," Leon told her honestly.
"So are the rest of us," Leena replied. "Actually, I think worried may be an understatement…"
"Leena, I'm serious!" Leon exclaimed.
"Yeah, well, what are you going to do, huh?" she asked rhetorically and then sighed. "Come on, Leon; breakfast is ready." The two went to leave, but as they passed Naomi, Leena put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "Naomi, God save your miserable soul from the fierce hands of Ray Skyler. Who knows? He really might strangle you." Leena shrugged coldly again and Leon frowned in pity for Naomi. Then, the two left Naomi alone. Angrily, Naomi crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes with a bloodthirsty glare of determination.
"Yeah," she scoffed. "We'll see about that."
Then, she headed into battle.


The table was set, the soldiers were seated, and all was silent; the war was drawing near. It was hard to say who was on who's side at that breakfast table. It seemed that it was every man for himself. Dr. Toros had a scowl on his face, which was directed toward Brad, a plan of vengeance running through his mind while Brad, unaware of Dr. Toros's anger, looked like he was contemplating both suicide and homicide again. Across from him sat Leon, who appeared very puzzled and concerned, shifting awkwardly in his seat, deliberating whether he should break the silence or not. Next to him was Leena, who yawned and poked at her food, looking rather bored with the situation now.
On the other side of the table sat Jamie who eyed Dawn with a curious perplexity while Dawn sat across from him, looking apathetic and annoyed as usual, though occasionally she would glance over at Jamie with a knowing smirk. Beside her sat Kylie, who had her head lowered to feign her innocence, yet under the shadow of her bangs laid devious, psychotic eyes. Continuously, she kept on trying to rub her leg against Bit's, and Bit, who sat across from her, would cringe in panic and kick her foot away, causing the table to jolt in the process. Yet nobody seemed to find this strange in the slightest-
Except for Mikey. A low growl formed slowly on his lips, growing louder and louder as the breakfast progressed. He glared at Bit suspiciously, as if his eyes were digging into his soul, and Bit felt his stomach grow queasy with fear. He noticed Mikey's glare very well-it was hard NOT to notice it-and he feared what would happen if his eyes were to directly meet Mikey's.
However, the main battle was between Ray Skyler and Naomi Fluegel. Their eyes were locked on each other, narrow and fierce, and they snarled at each other menacingly. A dark growl was building in Ray's throat as Naomi's lips hummed lowly, studying her opponent with careful eyes. Then, she picked up her fork and steadily tapped it against her dish, over and over. Ray cautiously glanced down and fixed his eyes attentively on the shiny fork that Naomi's fingers were wrapped about; only he seemed to fully understand what the mysterious rhythm meant. To the others, who were anxiously anticipating the upcoming battle (all but Brad, of course), Naomi's fork clanking against her dish sounded like the approaching drums of war.
"So," Leon then chose to speak, shattering the silence. "Great job with breakfast, Dad." Naomi stopped tapping her fork, leaving it hanging in the air as the others glanced around at each other warily in the awkward silence. Though to Leon he had only spoken the first words, to the others it was as if he had fired the first shot of war. Then, the massacre commenced.
"Actually…Jamie made the breakfast," Dr. Toros answered strangely. It seemed as if he was choosing his words very carefully-too carefully-and Leon frowned awkwardly because of it.
"Well, good job, Jamie," he said finally.
"Thanks," Jamie answered quickly and glanced at his meal. Another silence followed. Then:
"Could someone PLEASE pass the salt?" Dawn asked with some annoyance, folding her arms. Bit glanced to see the salt was beside him. Immediately, he panicked.
"Salt?! What do you want the salt for?!" he questioned with a cracking voice. Everyone gave him a peculiar stare, all except Dawn, who rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration.
"BECAUSE," she answered condescendingly, extending her had. "I want to put salt on my eggs."
"Well, uh…" He groaned in his own self-pity and slowly reached for it. Fearing the worst, he lifted it and stretched his hand over to Dawn's open, impatient one. However, before he reached her, another hand took hold of his. Bit let out a shrill gasp for it had been Kylie's. Fearfully, he raised his head to see her, her eyes and grin wide like an evil, possessed, and thoroughly psychotic doll form a horror film. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers about the salt shaker as to hold on to Bit's hand as long as possible. However, she took too long-the already suspicious Mikey's suspicions were confirmed and his eyes flared up in rage. Bit let out an abrupt shriek upon noticing this and yanked his hand from the shaker. Kylie, on the other hand, continued to smile in her own, ignorant, blissful, and sublime insanity as she handed the salt shaker to Dawn, though her eyes never left Bit. Dawn glared down at the shaker and scoffed as if it were something repulsive.
"Whatever," she muttered, obviously aggravated by both Bit and Kylie. Bit grimaced and looked down, somewhat embarrassed. Dawn used the salt quickly, then, simply rolled her eyes once more, and placed the salt shaker back where it had been; in between Kylie and Bit. There was a silent moment then, Kylie dreamily staring at Bit and Mikey staring at Kylie with wide eyes of wrath. Then, Mikey slammed his fist fiercely on the table, causing everyone to jump in alarm. Kylie hastily lowered her head, her dreamy expression fleeing from her face. Mikey growled lowly, studying her suspiciously, and then, with a barbaric grunt, seized the salt and savagely poured it on his breakfast. Then, he slammed the shaker down in front of him. Everyone looked very worried, even the usually oblivious Ray, and if Ray was frightened of Mikey, the rest knew there was trouble. Ray chuckled nervously and put his arm around his brother.
"Now, that's my Mikey!" Mikey let out a beastly bark and pulled away viciously. It would seem that Mikey had been thrown over the edge and brought back to his animal state, though a cunning look was flickering in his eyes as if a devious plan was slowly forming in his mind. It were as if he were half man, half beast=the devil himself. And Bit feared-did he ever fear-for he knew his worst nightmare had come into reality; Mikey KNEW.
Meanwhile, Naomi chose to reach for the salt shaker. Ray, who seemed to be consumed by concern for his younger brother, suddenly snapped his head with a violent glare and shot his hand out to make a snatch for the shaker. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough-nor was she. Each clasped onto the shaker at the exact same moment. They narrowed their eyes and began to yank violently at the salt shake "Excuse me," Naomi began through clenched teeth. "But, ladies first, after all." Ray just gripped tighter.
"I'm sorry," he began with a sneer. "But I don't see a lady here." His sneer widened and Naomi scowled.
"Let go!" she commanded fiercely.
"Not until you let go!" The rest seated at the table shrank back in their seat at the sound of Ray's booming voice. Naomi narrowed her eyes.
"I was going for it first!"
"Well…Brad wants the salt!" Brad now looked up from his plate.
"Actually, I don't really-" Brad was cut off, however, by his own cry of pain as Ray's free hand wrapped around Brad's arm, crushing violently, and then jerked him forward so that Brad's stomach slammed painfully into the edge of the table. Cringes spread across the faces of those sitting at the table and Brad managed to let out in a hoarse voice, "Salt would be nice." Ray smiled satisfied and turned back to Naomi.
"See?" Naomi simply grimaced, still refusing to let go. Brad, his arm being squeezed more and more as each moment passed, gritted his teeth and gave Naomi a stern glare. Then, he whispered to her across the table.
"Okay, Naomi, I respect the fact that you don't value your life-I understand that now. But if you have any common decency in you, you'd at least ATTEMPT to value mine!" Naomi tightened her fingers a bit as her eyes locked onto Brad's. Then, after a long moment of contemplation, Naomi scoffed and released the salt shaker. Brad let out a great sigh of relief as Ray let go of his arm as the rest of the table relaxed a bit in their seats. The tension had been released-slightly.
"It just disgust me," Naomi suddenly muttered to Bit, causing him to jump a bit.
"Disgust?!" he whispered frantically. "What disgusts you?!"
"THEM," she flatly stated in a voice to quiet for anyone but the two people beside her, Bit and Leena, to hear. She crossly eyed Ray and Mikey form across the table as Ray glared suspiciously at Naomi with the corner of his eye and Mikey shot a look of daggers at Kylie. "The way they treat people. As if they're just objects. Like, look at poor Kylie-"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about KYLIE!" Bit interrupted quietly, chuckling in a strange short of panic. "She-she can handle herself JUST FINE." Naomi gazed up at Bit in quizzical perplexity.
"Are you feeling all right, Bit…?" she questioned. Leena then began to snicker, and she leaned forward to Naomi and whispered an explanation"
"Bit has some romantic DELUSION about him and Kylie or something, that's all."
"Oh," Naomi replied, blinking. "What kind of delusion?"
"He thinks Kylie's in LOVE with him." After a pause, both girls burst into a fit of laughter. Bit scowled frustrated.
"It's true!" he exclaimed loudly. Naomi and Leena's laughter ceased as everyone turned to Bit curiously. Bit felt himself turn red in embarrassment.
"What's true?" Leon asked innocently. There was a silence then as Bit frowned, not sure how to answer. The table creaked awkwardly under him.
"Well…uh…" Bit frowned again and once more there was silence. Naomi rolled her eyes then and sat up straight to speak.
"So, Kylie-"
"Don't talk to her!" Bit cried and all eyes were set on him once again.
"Why not?" Naomi questioned, slightly aggravated.
"Because…uh…" He smiled suddenly, an answer coming to him unexpectedly. "Because she's Mikey's girl!" Ray beamed then and put his arm around Mikey's shoulders.
"Well, isn't that sweet!" he exclaimed. Mikey, however, wasn't impressed and glared at Bit vindictive suspicion in his eyes. And all Bit could do was smile uneasily and avert his eyes.
"Sweet? Yeah, right." Naomi remarked bitterly. Ray scowled angrily then with a fierce growl. He released Mikey and swung his arm around Brad's neck, nearly choking him. Brad winced in pain.
"YES! SWEET!" Ray shouted ferociously, spit flying from his violently clenched teeth. "Unlike YOU, us Skylers have a sense of LOYALTY! Isn't that right, Brad?"
"Please don't get me involved in this…" Brad weakly answered, Ray's arm cutting off much of Brad's air supply.
"LOYALTY?!" Naomi interrogated, rising to her feet. "You call THAT LOYALTY?! It's more like a possessive obsession!" Ray let out a sound too loud and vicious to be a growl; it sounded more like a roar from a wild beast. He then rose, face enraged, kicking over his chair in the process and dragging Brad up with him.
"Why you little-" He then turned on Brad, throwing Brad back down to his seat. Brad was lucky that he and his chair didn't go flying into the wall with the force and anger Ray had used. "I told you, I didn't want you to see her again!"
"And who are YOU to dictate his life for him?" Naomi questioned.
"Shut up!" Ray snapped at her with a snarl. "You don't understand! Me and Brad-we're-we're like brothers! And then some! Isn't that right, Brad?"
"I guess…" Brad answered, although he didn't sound all that enthusiastic.
"But YOU wouldn't understand the strength and depth of our bond," Ray continued yelling at Naomi, virtually ignoring Brad's answer. "It's much too complex for a shallow tramp like you!"
TRAMP?!" Naomi was fuming in rage as well. However, Ray didn't bother answering her.
"That's it! Who invited her here?!" Ray now demanded from the rest of the table. His eyes then set savagely on Dr. Toros in recollection. "YOU!" he accused, pointing his massive finger at Dr. Toros. "FATHER." Dr. Toros yelped.
"I…" Dr. Toros began in a high-pitched, cracking voice.
"He calls you father?" Leena asked.
"Now's not the time, Leena, dear," he muttered anxiously to his daughter and then turned back to Ray in fear.
"I swear, Ray, I didn't know. If I had, I wouldn't have invited her. In fact, I'll tell her to leave right now!" Dr. Toros turned to Naomi hastily, desperate to please Ray for the sake of his own life. "Naomi, leave." Naomi was shocked.
"WHAT? I'm not leaving!" she declared firmly. "And I'm not scared of HIM." Ray's eyes widened as Naomi fearlessly glared at him.
"Now, Naomi," Dr. Toros began, hands trembling. " If Ray WANTS you to leave-"
"NO," Ray said suddenly and unexpectedly. His wide eyes then narrowed as a dubious grin appeared on his face. His voice was oddly calm that it was almost frightening. "LET her stay." Slowly, he picked up his chair and sat down. Naomi eyed him with much suspicion, knowing he was up to SOMETHING, but then, she, too, took her seat. A long, awkward silence followed until Ray turned to Brad with an assuring whisper: "Don't worry, Brad; we're going to get rid of this…NAOMI FLUEGEL once and for all!"
"We?" Brad questioned him uneasily, but nothing more was said on the matter.

After breakfast, Jamie approached Dawn with a curious smirk.
"So is THAT your beginning?"
"Hm. Sarcasm. Not bad," she noted casually. "But no, it's not."
"Well, you said today-"
"Today's barely finished," she interrupted coldly. "If I can wait fourteen years, you can wait a few more hours." Jamie frowned, suddenly doubtful of what a young, petite girl could do against the likes of her brothers, Ray and Mikey Skyler, especially after seeing that morning's violent display. So, as she went to leave, Jamie asked:
"Do you really have something up your sleeve?"
"No," she answered slyly to a very puzzled Jamie. "Nothing at all."

Naomi marched down the hall, fists clenched and face tense; she was infuriated. The Skylers had to be stopped-NOW-and she decided it would be best if she discussed it with Brad. And that was where she was heading; Brad's room.
"Brad?" she called as she entered. There was no answer nor was there anyone there. She sighed. "I guess I'm just going to have to wait." Suddenly, she heard a noise from behind her. "Brad?" As she went to turn, something unexpectedly hit heard her hard in the back of the head, a loud cracking noise blaring in her ears. Everything around her turned white as a pain surged through her skull. As if in slow motion, Naomi spun about to see her attacker-Ray Skyler. He hovered over her, baseball bat in hand, face stern and malevolent as he stared down at her with unmerciful eyes. Naomi's eyes widened in horror at the sight of him, her mouth gaping open yet no words able to escape. She had been careless and the price she paid to Ray was victory; he had won. Slowly, she sunk to the floor and closed her eyes. Then everything went black for Naomi Fluegel.