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The day seemed to drag on extremely painfully after the news of father passing in many ways. One way are mother and Alexis being unable to function around the quarter section without sobbing, or breaking down into tears, as well as Victor sauntering around as if he's a reanimated corpse. His eyes are dull and his hair is messy. He hasn't left the house except to do his morning chores of feeding the livestock. It is up to James and I to ensure everything is properly done today as we are the only Howlett's who, as father put it, "machines when it comes to work."

Speaking of James, I haven't spoken to him about last night at all. Whenever I bring it up, he looks at me as if I've gone mad. Maybe he's forgotten the idea of running away and joining the military.

"But what if he really is not joking mare?" I ask our plow horse as I groom her for the day's work, "what if James is actually serious?"

"Serious about what?" I whip around to see Victor, standing at the entrance to the barn, wearing his "new" work clothes. Father's hand-me-downs since they fit him now. He walks over to me and grabs a brush; proceeding to assist me in getting our horse ready.

"You still have yet to answer me Raven," Victor begins.

"Answer what?" Maybe I can play stupid and get out of this, even though I absolutely am awful at acting.

"Don't try to play stupid with me Raven Howlett," Victor teases, smirking. "I know when you're concerned, and you showed me that right as I walked in."

I sigh; I'm not getting out of this. "It's nothing Victor," I begin, choosing my words carefully, "you just startled me." Victor stops grooming the mare to look at me. He kneels down to look me in my neon green eyes. Victor is the perfect height for fighting at 6'0", but he would never leave the farm now. James and I are very small, James has been measured as 5'3" and I have measured myself as 5'0". It is because of that flaw that we are almost always looked down upon. However, James has managed to take out many bigger men his age, hence why he was expelled from every school mother and father tried to send him to. Even though everyone in our family has always punished James for that, I have always wondered how he does it.

"You can tell me anything, you know that Raven?" Victor begins, "I'm your brother." He looks sincere, I know he is. I have this feeling inside my head.

"Yes, Victor, I understand that." I say back at him, using the same tone I would use toward father.

"Stop making me feel old Raven!" Victor laughs as he gathers the horse's harness up in his arms, "let's get to work so we can finish, Alexis is making hot pot tonight."

I laugh and help Victor tack up the mare.

-TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DEADPOOL-

I pace my room, constantly checking through the key hole to see if the house is dark yet. Everyone except mother went to bed hours ago. I've managed to sleep for a while, but I'm paranoid to know if James is joking or not. However, my only barrier is mother; she will question why I'm going to James room in the middle of the night. So I need to wait, which means being patient.

Which I, Raven Bailey Howlett am not patient.

I continue to pace my room; the bright new moon in my window illuminates my pathway as I wait. I try to keep myself occupied by taking the sword out from above my fireplace. The blade glows in the dark and the handle shimmers as I move it in my small hands. I stand up holding the blade as I would in combat.

"On guard," I whisper to myself as I swing the sword around the room. The figure stands tall, dressed all in black. His face hidden by the darkness, he salutes me, gripping his sword with his six-fingered hand. With that, he charges and swings his sword. I catch his swing with mine. It's a fight to the death, with the grace of two ballet dancers. I jump.

Swing.

Duck.

Stab.

Defend.

Jump again.

Swing

Without noticing, I cut my side open with the sharpness of the blade. I gasp at the pain as I cover my mouth to avoid any noise. I look down, my nightgown has a red spot where the sharp blade met my skin. I put my hand on it to try to stop bleeding.

"There will be blood tonight," I say as I fall to the ground, as if I was dying. I look up at the figure of my imagination; he laughs and turns, leaving me to die. He walks over to my window, and disappears into the night sky.

I look down at my side again, only to notice that the blood has stopped. Wait, the blood stain is shrinking? How is that even possible? I ripped the gown when I cut myself; I look at the cut, expecting a fresh wound. Instead I'm met with a scab, with new skin over top. Within a blink of an eye, the wound is completely gone.

"W-w-w..." I trail off in disbelief as I continue to stare at where the cut once was. "What's going on?" I ask myself. I look outside the key hole again to see the house is completely dark. Mother has gone to bed. I can see James.

I can ask James about my "healing". James will know what happened right? He's my brother. I sheath the sword and open my door. I hesitate, listening for any sounds of life. Nothing is heard, perfect.

I proceed carefully down the stairs. Making sure our old stairs do not groan as I walk down them. I then freeze. Mother's room has a candle lit, she might still be awake. I proceed carefully and quietly. Holding the sword so that no one could see it from behind me, I begin to walk past mother's door. Walking slowly and quietly, my mind set on leaving with James. Thing are going smoothly. Until one step, the floor creeks under my weight and I hear rustling from mother's room.

I freeze in my tracks, still as a sculpture. Fearing the worst.

I stand there for what feels like ages before everything returns to its peaceful state. I let out the breath I honestly did not know I was holding, and continued on. After that I finally made it to James' door.

I quietly knock three times. He answers by dragging me in.

"Honestly thought you weren't going to show up," he whispers.

"What made you think that?" I ask him, "I'm not scared James."

"I know that, it just took you a long time to get from your room, down some stairs to here."

"Mother."

"Is that right?" He replies, I can't see his expression due to his back being turned. "Anyways, what did you bring?"

I look down at the sword, "a sword for us."

"I won't need it. You might though, depending on what we come across,"

"Fine then I'll – wait, what do you mean you 'won't need it'?" I ask him, questioning his sanity levels.

"You'll see later Raven," James says standing up, "let's just go, before everyone wakes up." I nod and follow him outside to the barn.

James and I quickly jog to the barn and open it. We just need to divide the stuff James and I brought so he doesn't have to carry everything. James dumps a few clothes in front of me.

"Change Raven," he says, "we'll cut your hair in the daylight." I nod and hid behind some hay to change.

When I'm finished, I leave my old clothes in the hay pile. James' clothes don't fit me properly, and it feels weird to be wearing men's clothes, but I could get used to it. I reveal myself and James nods at me.

"Ready?" He asks me. I nod in reply, honestly, I'm a little nervous.

Just as we're about to exit the barn, we hear someone behind us.

"Ready for what?"

Victor.