Hhhhmmmm… this chapter is kinda really terrible. I don't know… just don't like it.

Also I'm going to do this thing where I put down the songs I was listening to when writing this. (No judgement peeps, 'tis be my opinion in awesome rock)

- Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden

- Iron Man by Black Sabbath

- Paranoid by Black Sabbath

Disclaimer- 'Tis be my disclaimer for my whole fanfiction… 'tis amazing also.

Recognize it and it's not mine (unless it is mine and it's just similar to something… well then suck it up, lol) Just playing in Uncle Rick's sandbox I guess.

Jere POV

I sliced forward with my sharp, black blade. The dummy's head fell right off and rolled away from me. I pulled back and took a gulp of much needed air. I sheathed my sword and raked my hand through my hair. It's growing ridiculously long now that I don't have Pa- now that I don't have someone to tell me to cut it.

I sighed and took my loose black tank top off, wringing out the sweat. I made a face that screamed disgusted and swung the shirt over my shoulder. "Nice moves, son," I spun around and saw my Dad sitting on the porch steps. "But it's either extremely late, or extremely early. The sun hasn't even risen yet, so get back to bed."

"Dad,"

"If this were camp you'd so be eaten by harpies by now,"

"But it isn't, and the sun's about to rise now anyways,"

"Doesn't matter. To bed for you."

"Da-"

"Goodnight," He stood and grabbed me by the shoulders, steering me towards the back door.

I didn't go to bed, and Dad knew that I didn't but I don't think he cared. He doesn't care about much, these days. He loves us, and I know that he always will, but it's been difficult over the past 3 years, without… without Papa.

I went and took a quick shower, thanking the gods that I had my own shower. I undressed and stood under the water head, letting the water cascade down my back. I heard the door open to the bathroom and saw Chiara walk in, her hair a complete mess and sleep still in her eyes. She stared at the fogging up shower for a second and then chuckled.

"Sorry dearest brother,"

"Get out!" She yawned and turned around, slamming the door shut. I sighed and turned the water off. I hopped out and wrapped a towel around my waist. I did my daily routine, styling my hair, getting dressed, re-styling my hair.

"How many times do you have to fix your hair?" Chiara said, leaning against the door frame. She must have used Dad's shower, because her short hair was still dripping with water. She was also dressed, in knee high black leather boots (with a ridiculous heel, oh my gods how does she walk?), her boots have these buckles on the sides, four of them, two higher and two lower. For decoration I guess. She also had on these short overall things. Dark blue denim.

"Hey, it takes a lot of effort to make it look like I don't put any effort in," She snorted and laughed a loud laugh.

"Wow. Well whatever. Dad is lending me the car. You coming to Danny's today?" I shrugged, noncommittally.

"Nah, next time definitely."

"That's what you said last time, dearest brother,"

"Sorry little sis, I've got business,"

"Yeah, whatever. Luce says hi as well, but she's at camp. You missed her go, yesterday," I groaned and leant forward, my hands gripping the sink.

"Gosh. Sorry. I'll IM her later,"

"Sure you will. Look Jere, I'm really worried about you-"

"Don't be," I smiled at her and walked around her, into my room.

Our uh… I guess new house… is set out so weirdly. There are four rooms, one for Dad, one for me and one for Chiara. The fourth one is a spare. Chiara and mine rooms are connected by a bathroom, one door on each side of the bathroom, which means we share the one bathroom.

I walked into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie.

Chiara lowered her voice a few octaves and impersonated me (badly) "It's way too hot to wear a shirt," she chuckled as I glared.

"Get out or I'll strip in front of you,"

"Go ahead. Nothing I haven't seen before," we locked eyes and I slowly, ever so slowly, tugged the towel off.

"Really? You still fine," She did that thing where you try to look like you're not trying to look, and it's really difficult. She kept her eyes on mine. I laughed loudly as she squirmed.

"You're disgusting," She said, eventually. I tugged on boxers and shrugged.

"I try,"

"Yuck," She made a face and sat on my bed.

"So I was going to ask if you needed a ride," She dangled the car keys up and I nodded, zipping up my fly and shucking my hoodie on.

"Actually… I think I might come with you guys today," Chiara grinned, and I instantly regretted agreeing.

"Oh no," She just grinned harder and tossed me my old dodgy fake converse.

…

We met Danny at his house and waved hello to my Uncle P.

"Don't you kids get too drunk!" He called out from downstairs.

"No promises Uncle P!" I called back as we entered Danny's room. He grinned and shook his head. Chiara looked mortified by the thought of getting drunk. I pinched her cheeks and rolled my eyes.

"Innocent," I snickered. Danny ushered us into his room and shut the door.

"It's so peaceful without Luce here." He moaned, wistfully.

"Aw Danny, she's a cutie pie,"

"Yeah, to you," He absentmindedly looked outside and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "Oh my gods guys you have your dads Ferrari?"

"Yeah so?" Chiara dragged a hand through her hair.

"And we're sitting inside, being total losers when there's a girl machine literally right outside our door… why?" Danny motioned to the car and I snickered.

"Well then come on," I said

"I call shotgun," Danny was already at the stair case though, and Chiara and I followed with a laugh bubbling out of us.

Chiara POV

We rode all around Danny's street, with the classics all the way up. Dad and Papa always used to say that for kids we had great taste in music- the classics of their times that is. AC/DC and Iron Maiden, not many kids listen to that stuff anymore. It's all country and pop-rock.

We eventually parked outside an ice cream store. Danny and I sent Jere in; because I so was not getting out of the car- it was way too hot for that.

"Did you something to you hair?" Danny asked. I snorted and turned to him.

"It's called bed hair."

"Wow. I wish I look that good getting up from bed,"

"I'm sure you do," I said offhandedly, checking my hip for one of my throwing daggers, then inside my overalls and in my boot, and checked quickly if the straps on my arms were holding the last two up properly.

"How many freaking weapons do you carry?" Danny asked, his hand absentmindedly lowering to his pocket which held Riptide. "You're like a ninja,"

"Hmm, you should see me fight," I said, looking over at him. He grinned and leaned forward.

"Are you flirting with me, honey?"

"I don't know, only if you are, sugar" I leant in and grinned. I saw him swallow and I leant in a little more. I heard the door open behind us and quickly pecked his nose, throwing him out of a little daze he was in.

When I turned around, Jere wasn't alone, and his sword that is always connected to his hip, like a third leg, was pressed across his throat. I saw a trickle of blood drip down his neck when he swallowed.

"You," Danny growled, his hand feeling the scar under his jeans from years ago.

"You?" My voice was soft and timid. I swallowed and reached for the knife on my left arm, with my right arm.

"Don't even dare. In fact, give me all your weapons, all five. I saw you check for them,"

"Don't Chiara, don't be unarmed around him," Jere said as Papa slammed the door shut. Papa seemed younger, my age. It was scary. He was such a skinny teenager.

"Do it or I slit his throat," So I undid the strap under each arm and threw the daggers on the floor in front of his feet. Then from my boot, and I dipped my hand under the overalls to get the last weapon.

"Good. Now pick up one of them and rip off each pocket dear Danny has. I know the trick with Anaklusmos," I looked at Jere and he shook his head, but Danny nodded. I reached up and tore the pocket on his shirt, then awkwardly ripped the ones on the front of his jeans. Riptide fell out and to the floor, and stayed there.

"Good now keep driving, or I'll all three of you,"

"No," I deadpanned. Papa growled at me and glared. It was scary and my hand shot out to grip Danny's knee. But I kept my ground

"Do it or I'll slit his throat," I eyed Jere and he understood immediately.

"I don't believe you will. You would have killed all of us already. Why don't you drive,"

"DRIVE," He demanded. I didn't flinch away like I thought I would.

"Go to hell," I said.

"Been there done that," So I turned around and started the car, driving in the direction of home.

"Turn around. Don't try and drive past your father. Nice try," I resisted the urge to swear at him and just jump at him. But I can't. That would kill Jere, I need to think of a plan.

As we drove past a gas station and I had a brilliant idea. "Ummm…" I made myself sound extremely awkward and turned to look at the Papa-Shell. Because it's only him on the outside.

"We have a dilemma,"

"What?" He snapped.

"See girls have this thing that happens," I began. Danny, even in this great peril had the audacity to blush slightly. "And in the olden days the people called it the blossoming of young girls into women-"

"What is it? What do you want to do for heaven's sake?"

"I really need to go to the bathroom."

"Bullshit. Keep driving,"

"No really, I will get bloo-"

"Oh gods that's disgusting Chiara," Danny said under his breath.

"Alright, alright. I know what will happen. I am not an idiot. Take the car back to the gas station. I'm not unreasonable." Yeah, you're just holding a knife to my brother's throat.

We all hopped out of the car, Danny and I walking in front of Papa and Jere. Papa held the sword at his back at an angle that you can hardly see the blade. Papa stood outside of the cubicle, which would have been weird if I actually needed to go to the bathroom.

I stepped out, and before he had a chance to spin around, I grabbed a sixth blade that's on the inside of my thigh and stabbed him in the back. He was so fast that I hit him in the side, but it was a killer hit, not less. It slipped between his ribcage. He gasped and looked at me.

"Throwing knives usually come in sets of 3's. Dumbass," But my heart clenched at seeing my Papa bleed out on the floor. Jere kicked away the stygian iron sword, and picked it up swiftly. Danny just looked awkward, standing in the ladies room.

Papa didn't blow up like a monster, but after a few seconds the blood stopped pooling, and it started clotting. It looked really disgusting. But the clotting stopped, suddenly, and Papa just… vanished. It wasn't all fancy with smoke and mist… he just vanished. He was there one second and we blinked and he was gone. I collapsed on the floor, tears in my eyes. Danny scooped me up and held me as I cried. Jere went on examining the place.

"He's gone. He just vanished. How does one do that?"

Hi y'all! R&R please!

Again, be kind to one another, but if that doesn't work, try walking a mile in their shoes... you're a mile away and you have their shoes.