Another short chapter, but at least I'm actually continuing. I'm finding it hard to actually sit down and write!

Aaron shouted in surprise, trying to leap out of the way. Whoever the attacker was, he was small but dangerous. Aaron still thought it was Kish, messing with him. "What the Hell?!" he shouted, blasting a gust in his assailant's direction. "Kish, knock it off, man!" He desperately tried to pin him down with his winds.

The boy, he knew it was a boy, was fighting frantically to keep on his feet. Aaron was finding it extremely difficult to keep him down, fighting against his speed and skill. Aaron suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, sword at his throat. Having thought it was Kish playing a prank, he was surprised to see the pale face of a twelve of thirteen year old boy, blue eyes shining as he screamed, "WHERE'S MY MOTHER?!"

"How the Hell am I supposed to know, dude?" Aaron cried. "Calm down, if you just listen I might be able to…"

The boy pushed forward with the sword, and Aaron felt his throat nearly tear under the blade. On instinct, a burst of wind pushed the boy back, sending him flying into the glass coffee table. The table shattered, and Aaron hoped the noise would wake someone up. He could see what he was wearing, he was covered neck to toe in black, every inch of him but his head covered. His blue hair stuck up in the back, pale skin contrasting greatly to the area around it. The boy leaped to his feet and grabbed his sword. He was fast. Leaping back to his feet and snatching up his sword, the boy yelled. "Tell me where you're keeping her!"

"Dude," Aaron tried to be calm. "I have no idea what you're talking about! What the Hell is your problem?!"

"I know she's here, now TELL ME!" He screamed, leaping forward and cutting into Aaron's arm. The pain stung like a paper cut, 200 times worse. Aaron took time to study the kid's voice. A faint German accent was in it, and his voice was scratchy and seemed to be in mid-change. He was young, still going through puberty.

Dominique had heard all the noise and was standing on the stairs wearing a tank top and pair of shorts. "What's gong on?" The boy looked at Dominique, focus away from Aaron for only a moment.

"Shoot, is your mom Mystique?" Aaron asked incredulously, holding his bleeding arm. The boy's head turned back to Aaron in rage. "GRAAAAAH!" The boy lunged again, cutting into his other arm.

"Jesus Christ!" Dominique cried, rushing over. She pulled the boy off of Aaron.
"Who the hell are you?!"

"Leggo," the boy shouted, dropping the sword and squirming in her hold. "Leggo leggo, gerroff me!!!" The boy was sobbing and eventually fell limp, crying in Dom's arms.

Dominique held the boys shoulders, staring straight into his eyes.
"Just tell us who you are." She said as softly as she could.

"I want my mom," he said, face angry again as he wiped his eyes.

"Is Mystique your mother?" she asked, trying to keep him calm. She rubbed his shoulders a little, in what she hoped was a soft, gentle gesture. The boy nodded, looking upset and reluctant to respond.

"Come with me, I'll take you to her. She's in the infirmary, we found her outside and she's very sick so we brought her in here." Dominique took his hand and led him towards the stairs.

"Is she okay?" The boy's anger seemed to melt at the mention of his sick mother. "Is she going to be alright?"

Aaron followed, feeling sorry for himself. "I try to help the kid, but NO, he goes off with the pretty girl." He muttered under his breath.

He jumped, startled, as someone teleported behind him. "Don't you have enough girlfriends without stealing mine?" He asked, grinning a little at Aaron's angry reaction. "What's going on?"

Aaron jabbed a finger towards the kid. "He's Mystique's son. So that makes you what, brothers by cloning?"

Dominique realized the same thing and turned around. "Kish, this is… um… what's your name?"

"Yustin," The boy said. "Yustin Darkholme."

"Kish, this is Yustin. Yustin, that's Kish and Aaron, and I'm Dominique."

"And Heaven is up and Hell is down. Now we all know everything," Aaron said, rolling his eyes. "Really, the kid's old enough to kill people, why are you talking to him like he's four?"

"Actually, Hell being down is relative," Kish mumbled.

"What are you babbling about?" Aaron said, looking at him.

"Hell isn't necessarily down," Kish said, wishing he hadn't said anything.

"Like you know. You ever been there?" Aaron walked after Dominique and Yustin, leaving Kish alone for a few moments.

"Yes," Kish said quietly, following.

Please review, I hope you all like Yustin! I'm giving credit to Allyg1990 and XxXFairyQueenXxX for some of the dialogue there, really I don't know how I could function without them or the RPGs.