Wow, first night after I posted the chapter, and I'm already typing this chapter…

I followed Patrick back into the small house that I had awoken in. It was a tight fit, with all the children there. Their belongings, if they had them anymore, were all stuffed in a small room. Blankets were strewn about, and small, rough pillows accompanied them.

Blitzer and the others left to go rest for the day. It was early in the morning, and most of us didn't get a good night's sleep. Maybe except for me, but that's an exception… right? I sighed and just followed Patrick into the kitchen. He had sent whatever kids that were still up to bed.

He poured himself a glass of water and then poured one for myself. I could see the tension in his face and his shoulders were set tight.

"Patrick, I'm sorry… If I wouldn't have met you, you probably wouldn't have had your place burned down," I said quietly, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

Patrick looked a little shocked, I have to say. He came over and sat down next to me and took my hand. He gave it a little squeeze. "Don't blame yourself. What's done, is done. Heck, it doesn't even matter. It's those peoples faults. They can't blasting get over whoever's death's they are mourning and they are just trying to take it out on other people."

I sighed and didn't say anything.

Patrick leaned back and looked out the small circular window. "Aay… what was your childhood like? You heard about my family and my life… and now I want to hear about yours."

"You heard me back there. I was cast out," I said, looking down at my hands.

Patrick sighed. "Don't talk if you don't want too," he said.

I stayed silent, then shook my head. "Maybe I want to. Maybe I should…" I took a deep breath and started. "I had seen what my parents had done to people from a young age. My mother tried to bring me up like her. My older sister worshipped our mother, she would follow her footsteps everywhere. I think I remember the young boy following my father everywhere. I just never, never realized that it might have been Dav.

"As I said, my parents tried to raise me up like them. They tried to teach me to fight, teach me traps, teach me anything cruel hearted… I just didn't want to learn. I ran away a few times, escaping to my secret place that gave me peace. I could do anything there. But, my parents eventually discovered to where I was escaping too."

I stopped and looked out the window painfully. "They destroyed the whole place completely. I was left with nothing. That was when I was around ten. From then on till I was fifteen, I was put to work. My parents ordered me around, and even my older sister thought me of an slave. I couldn't stand it."

I then gave a laugh. "Then my father was killed and the group was split. I don't know what happened to my sister or my mother even now. I was left on my own and I wandered for a few years, working as a waitress at bars. Though once most men got drunk, I left, for I had seen what beer could do to my father," I said, then gave a smile at Patrick. "Kid Mental has proven to me that not all drinking men are bad."

Patrick gave a little laugh and nodded his head, agreeing with me.

I continued on. "And when I came to Varrock… I was surprised at it, really. I thought I would be greeted by this glorious town, but, I was greeted by some puking guy. And then, I met you later on," I said, smiling once again at Patrick.

"And that's it," I said, folding my arms up and grinning. "Some life story, eh?"

"It's about the same as mine, maybe a little more harsh…" Patrick pondered. He looked out the window again. The sun could be seen coming up. "Well, we better head off to bed, for we can still get a few hours of sleep."

I nodded and stood up, Patrick doing the same. He walked me to his room, and I gave him a small kiss good night, and collapsed on my bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

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I woke again. To the smell of… Hmm… Some type of food, I couldn't determine what. I groaned right after that, realizing that I had none of my clothes. I had to stay in what I had.

I walked out the door, finding Shadow there. He had his usual glare on his face. "Hey Shadow," I said, walking past him. "Where is Assasin? I never see him around."

"He hides well when he guards at night," was all that he said.

I went outside, finding all the kids and almost everyone of my friends waiting in line for food. Ah-ha! I said quietly in my head. It's green eggs and ham. Wait, green… Where had that came from?

I shook it off, going to the end of the line, giving smiles to everyone. Silver was at the end of the line, and she glanced at me worriedly.

"Hey Aay," she said.

"Hi Silver, how are you?" I asked.

"I should be asking you that," Silver said, giving a smile. She looked around and her face turned stern. "I want to warn you to be careful. I feel something horrible is coming up."

A small knot appeared in my stomach. "Horrible…?"

"I don't mean to worry you, sorry, just to warn you. I don't know… I'm just getting strange vibes from… something…"

I waved it off. "Thanks for the warning. Don't worry, I'll be careful," I said, giving her a wink.

She nodded and started talking with another person beside her.

I saw Otaku, Ozzy, and Nick Yang sitting underneath a tree already eating. I waved to them and yelled, "HELLO!"

Otaku grinned and just waved, as did Ozzy, but Nick Yang just gave a wave.

How do they write it? (A/N? anyways, my computer deleted from here on. I had to rewrite it again :sobs: )

I looked around for Patrick, not seeing him in the line. I then noticed him serving the food, and when I finally got to him, I said, "Good morning, Patrick," and leaned up and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Gosh, Aay, you sleep forever! Everybody was up at least an hour before you. I swear, sometimes you can sleep like the dead," Patrick said sarcastically.

I gave him a small punch in the arm. "Oh, you just know how to make a girl feel better, don't you?" I said, grinning.

"Of course, its my specialty."

I laughed and nodded my head, really not agreeing with him. After I got my food, I asked Patrick, "Will you come eat with us?"

"Sure," Patrick replied.

"Great," I said. I walked over to sit near Otaku. I sat against a tree and took my ham to begin eating.

But I never did.

An arrow came flashing by, taking the ham from my hands and pinning it to a tree. I yelled and my poor stomach grumbled. But then I noticed a note tied to the arrow.

"What's this?" I murmured, taking it off and opening it up. Patrick had come running and was by my side.

"What's it say?" Patrick asked breathlessly.

" 'Dear Daughter of Sir Dark and Lady Scarlet. Get ready for the battle your life. Revenge will be ours.' " I looked up from the note and looked at Patrick.

"Oh dear."

I know there will be an 11 chapter, well, there better be, right? Most likely even a 12th one.

Thanx to the people who said: zomg!ihadtomuchcaffiene! it gave me a good laugh and I appreciate it ;)

I think there will be no sequel to this sequel, or whatever its called. Instead, there will be one-shots. Told in Aay's POV and Patrick's POV. If it all comes out good, Aay's one-shot story will be called Oh Dear ½: Aay's Story, and Patricks: Oh Dear ½: Patrick's Story.

I want to know who wants to die in the story. 'cause I'm gonna need at least five, just in case :sweatdrop:

And votee! Do you want the ending of this story to be tragic?

Yes or no?

My computer just blocked the edit button on fanfiction… I'm really angry about that, for I can't search on fanfiction, can't look at the just in section, and can't read a good long fanfiction with at least half the chapters blocked. Arg.