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He landed on the floor beneath her barely in time. With a thud, she landed in his arms bridal style.

Chase looked down at her. She was damp and her overshirt was hanging halfway off of her, but what caught Chase's eye the most was the mark on her right arm. A hand print.

As it slowly faded away, Chase turned around to and noticed that the floor was now repaired.

She screams, she falls, the floors are fixed. How does that add up?

Chase's attention was brought to Brooke once again as she groaned lightly. She slowly peeled her eyes open and found herself staring up at Chase.

Her eyes suddenly widened and in a sudden motion she stiffened up, falling out of Chase's arms and onto the hard marble floor.

Chase eyed her in confusion as she stood quickly stood back up and pulled her shirt up the right way.

"What happened?" Chase demanded placing his arms at his side.

He watched as she seemed to be searching for an answer.

"Well, you see, I think- he might've- the cats-" she stammered. "uh...nothing." She smiled from ear to ear.

Chase eyed her in suspicion before speaking.

"I will fight you," he said calmly.

Chase had a plan, but before he could put it into action, he needed to find out just how strong she was.

"Huh?" she said leaving her mouth open.

"A match," Chase said pushing up a lower part of her jaw, "That's what you wanted right?" he continued placing his hand back at his side, "To prove to me

that you are not as weak as you look?"

Brooke's expression was one that faintly resembled worry, then indignity.

"I'm not weak!" she snapped. "and why have you suddenly changed your mind?"

"This has got to be the third time I've saved you tonight." Chase sighed, rolling his eyes. He chose to ignore her question.

"Accepting help is not a sign of weakness!" Brooke huffed, "Fine! I'll fight you, and I'll win."

Brooke took a fighting stance that closely resembled Chase's and narrowed her eyes in determination.

"Not now," he said turning his back on her, "You should get some rest tonight, you need to be at your prime for the match tomorrow."

Brooke knew Chase was right, but she wasnt going to let him know that. She pursed her lips and stood up straight.

"Buying yourself some time I see," she said smugly walking around Chase and towards the staircase. "Whatever you feel you need."

With that, she turned began up the huge steps.

Chase smiled as he watched after her as her back went higher and higher up the staircase until it had finally reached the top. She turned left and disappeared behind the archway.

Be at ease for now young Soyan, tomorrow's fight will determine your true fate.

Brooke's P.O.V.

It had been nearly three hours since Chase had suggested she rest and Brooke was still lying awake in her temporary bed, in her temporary room. She had taken her wet clothes off and washed them. She was currently covered in nothing but the blanket from the bed waiting for the wet clothes to dry.

Autonomously she found herself thinking upon the events of the last few days. Just the other day, her and Caliph had turned 18. They had become old enough to officially take part in the Soyan's family work outside of shipping. With their skills, the Soyans were often commisioned for body guards, occasional hitman jobs, transporting top priority goods would fall out of the regular shipping line and into that of their...other...occupation.

Anyway, Brooke lay their and started thinking back to her and Caliph's birthday.

"C'mon I know you can be more excited than that!" Caliph said tugging at Brooke's arm from under the cover of her bed. "We're" -tug- "eight-" -tug- "TEEN!" with that last tug Brooke sent him flying back with a burst of white light and pulled her hand back under the blanket.

"It's 8 in the morning!" she moaned into the sheets. "Come back in a few hours."

Caliph stood back up on the red Carpet of Brooke's bedroom and folded his arms.

"Fine." He said, walking over to her dresser and grabbing her cell phone which lay on top of it. "Maybe that boy we met a few days ago could convince you. What was his name...Kanzu...Kanzo..."

Brooke's nappy haired head popped up and glared at Caliph.

"Caliph..." she bgan dangerously, her eyes darting from Caliph to her phone in his hands, "Drop the phone...now..."

Caliph raised his eyebrow and flipped it open, daring her to do anything about it.

"Caliph I mean it." She threatened once more. "Just drop it."

"K...k...k..." he said scrolling through the phone book. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked up at her. "Here it is."

Brooke grabbed a chunk of her blanket, in preparation to throw it off.

"Set the phone down." She commanded.

Caliph only hit a button on the phone and put it to his ear.

"It's ringing."

"Caliph..." She repeated.

"Hello, Kanzo?" Caliph said and suddenly leapt out of the way as Brooke's body was suddenly lunged at him.

He quickly turned and looked back at Brooke and saw her standing back up. He closed the phone and stood back up.

"Oh good you're up," he said dodging the mental daggers she was sending him. He tossed the phone to her. "Breakfast is in 10, be ready." He turned around and walked out of her door, leaving a very disgruntled Brooke standing there.

Staring at the back of his head as he went, Brooke opened her phone once he was gone. She hit the dialed calls button and nearly exploded with anger. He hadnt even hit recieve.

Brooke smiled nostalgically as she found herself dozing off with thoughts of her brother clouding her head.

Yea, so no cliffy this time. I think that could be attributed mostly to my laziness. dont worry tho, they return next time and be prepared. Please review to let me know what you think.