It's SLIVER. not SILVER. S-L-I-V-E-R. He's named after nobody. They didn't call him 'Sliver' for him to be a thorn in their life. ... They just liked 'Sliver' If you do see 'Silver' anywhere, tell me, and I will change it.

A month passed and Aay had woken up not two weeks ago. She was still delirious, but when she realized that the child was no longer in her stomach, she had fallen back on the bed and had fallen unconscious once again. But now, she was looking out the window next to her bed, eyes barely opened. She couldn't get up. She could barely even sit up by herself from the pain in her stomach.

So. She lost her baby. She still couldn't grasp that. Patrick had told her painfully that she was also unable to bare any more children. Her heart had almost broken.

She wanted to see Sliver. But Patrick didn't find him in the house, saying that Otaku or Sara must have come picked him up.

Aay looked at Patrick, sitting in a chair, snoozing peacefully. She knew that Patrick had almost gone on a rampage after he learned about her.

She hadn't known that he would do that.

Heh. She should feel like the one to go on a rampage and kill her mother out of revenge.

But… she was tired.

She didn't feel like doing it.

Patrick. She could feel the hate coming off of him.

He was going to kill her mother for what she did to her. She knew it, even though he told that he wasn't going to do it.

She couldn't stop him in this state.

Sliver.

She still wanted to see him. She knew Patrick had looked for him every now and then, sometimes finding him home and gone.

Patrick woke up and stood up. "I'll go check if Sliver is back."

Aay nodded, watching him leave.

He came back carrying an asleep Sliver. Aay noticed that her son had a few scratches on his cheek. She sat up slowly and patted the place next to her, motioning for Sliver to be set there. She brushed Sliver's hair lightly to the side and gave a smile.

"He looks so peaceful," she said quietly.

Patrick grunted. "Lucky him."

Aay shook her head and sighed wearily. "Patrick, you need to stop this. You're acting childish."

"Aay, this always happens! We get attacked by are family who take our friends and family away!"

The weary wife leaned back against her pillows. She brushed her hair away from her face. "My mother will receive justice soon. It may just come the way we want it, or the way we never expected. But, even now…" Aay stopped, clenching the blankets, "… I still cannot murder my mother in revenge, even though she wrenched the life away from our baby."

Patrick sat down and grabbed Aay's hand. He gazed at it, running his finger over the small scars she had gotten from fights here and then. "I'm just tired that the ones around me keep on dying."

Aay clutched his hand. "Patrick… This is just one path."

Patrick stood up. "I can't believe how calm you are!" he yelled.

Aay's eyes opened wide. Patrick rarely yelled at her. "I am upset about losing our child!" Tears formed in her eyes. Angry ones. She sat up straight, pointing a finger at Patrick. "You don't know what it feels like to have a sword pierce through your skin and then right through the unborn child's head!" She screamed at him. She held her stomach, sobbing.

Patrick's lips were set firmly. He slowly spat out, "No, I don't. But I am going to kill that woman. It would be the best for the both of us."

Aay shook her head. "No. No it won't. Patrick, you have to believe me! It'll torture you from the inside out!" She looked at him pleadingly.

Patrick turned his back to her. "I'll be back. Just don't expect me back for around a week or two."

Aay shook her head more. "How do I know that? Patrick! Stay, please." Patrick started walking out. "Patrick! Patrick! PATRICK!" Aay screamed out, her voice growing hoarse. She collapsed back in the bed, pain clenching her belly. It was a matter of seconds before the darkness clouded her eyes once more.

Sliver looked at his mother, who's face was a few inches from his. He looked at the peaceful expression of sleep. He sat up and looked at where his father had left. A single tear poured down his cheek before he rushed out of the room to find his father. He grabbed the bronze shield, sword, and helmet and put them on. He was going to find his father.

And make him say sorry to his mother.

He ran over fences and across lawns, hoping that his father was headed to Fallador. He didn't notice a bare foot reaching across to wear Sliver was going to step next. Sliver collapsed on the ground, losing his grip on the sword.

"Where are you going, little guy?" came the voice of Kid Mental.

"I have to bring back my father!" Sliver shouted. He turned and brought his sword out. "No matter what!"

"Oh, a bronze sword. Hit me, Sliver. I'll just block it with my daggers anyways."

Sliver glared at him. "Did you see my father pass?"

Mental nodded his head and brought his face in the light. He was not smiling, as was unusual.

Sliver gasped when he saw a cut along Mental's mouth. "How did… how did…"

"Shh. Now, a young guy like you shouldn't be going after your father. Men like me and strong women like Otaku should have that job, so…" Kid Mental said, standing up and picking up Sliver at the same time, "… let's take you home."

"But…"

"No buts."

Sliver slumped against him. "Daddy… he… yelled at mommy."

Mental nodded. Sliver's voice sounded so small, like the five year old he should be. Usually Sliver called his parents 'father' and 'mother,' but now he's calling them what they should be at that age. Daddy and mommy. He glanced down at Sliver. "Ok, kid, I'm not great at family situations. But that is one thing your father shouldn't have done. Anyways, how is your mother?"

"I dunno. She fell down against the bed when I left."

Mental hurried even more. "Did you check if she was breathing or not?" Of course the kid wouldn't! He's just a child!

Sliver shook his head, confirming Mental's thinking.

They reached the house and Mental sat Sliver on the ground, rushing to the bedroom. "Hey! Sliver, can you rush over to Otaku's, please? Hurry!"

"Ok!" Sliver rushed out, happy to be doing something important. While he was running he crashed into his buddies. They all fell to the ground, yelling and cursing.

They all got up and grabbed Sliver. "Come with us!"

"But…"

Some yelling behind them confirmed that something had been stolen.

"Come on!" Being at least twice older, a ten-year-old boy picked up Sliver and kept on running.

"I have to go to Auntie Otaku's house!" Sliver protested.

The boys climbed onto a roof. The ten-year-old pointed a finger at Sliver. "Look! You've been missing out in most of the raids! You're still young. We need to train you."

"But my mother…"

"Screw your mother, Sliver! You want to become strong, right? And knock some sense into your father?"

Sliver nodded.

"Then follow us!"

"I will… but Otaku's house is just over there. I'll follow you after I tell her…"

The boy shook his head. "You either follow us, or lose your chance at power."

"But…"

"Come!" the boy yelled and jumped off the roof.

Sliver gazed towards Otaku's house then back at his own, seeing only the rooftop.

I'm sorry, mommy…

He jumped off the roof and followed the boy. Running to a destiny that would prove his father wrong.

Mental, at the house, began worrying. Aay was breathing harshly, and her bandages were covered deeply in blood. She had moved too much! Her stitches had also become undone. Where was Otaku and Sliver? They should have been here already!

He swore and ran out of the house. He lived mostly on the streets, for damn's sake. He didn't know anything about doctoring someone. He ran to Otaku's and walked in without knocking. "Otaku!"

"Mental, what's wrong?" she responded from the kitchen.

"I sent Sliver to come and get you! Aay needs help, now," Mental said breathlessly.

Otaku rushed out, grabbing a handful of bandages from a cupboard. "Why didn't Sliver come? What about Patrick?"

"See this wound on my face?" Mental said, rushing out.

Otaku followed. "Don't tell me… Patrick?"

Mental gritted his teeth. "Yup."

Otaku swore and ran faster. "No doubt Aay's heart is damaged more than any physical state."

"Eh, I wouldn't say that, Otaku. She was looking pretty bad."

They reached the house and went into the room. Otaku immediately started removing the bandages and started to remove the stitches, seeing how they were mostly out. "Mental, I need you to bring me clean towels and wipe the excess blood away."

"But…" Mental stuttered out, face red.

"Don't worry! She's covered. It's her stomach that's wounded. Now, grow up a little."

Mental griped under his breath and started cleaning Aay's stomach. After awhile, the stomach was stitched up again and bandaged. Otaku checked Aay's breathing and felt how hot she was. She looked up to Mental. "She has a pretty bad fever. It'll get worse if an infection starts. I'll stay here and watch her. You go ask the local doctor and get some medicine that fights infection."

"Got it." He said, leaving.

Otaku sighed, wiping her forehead.

This world was messed up in weird ways.