Have decided not all stories need chapters that reach or even cross the 4000 words mark. This one does not.

I'm naming her something long, but I am going for Ella for short. (Haha Hina-86, you have no idea how often I heard that joke... :O)

Eh. First things first, thanks a whole lot for reviewing and/or commenting; Ultimolu, Hina-86, Jhyena Aj Jax, Inochi N- f.O.G, Lexie, Grissrox, Tyrant Wolf, aquacrow, Ava-Connie (and the nuns), Oujo3, Nocturna-GVC, Christine, kelley28, wolfdemon22 and Prisonerksc2-303.

Muchos appreciated, strangahs!

Those who signed up to be Ella's friend; I don't know you people at all, apart from 2 girls I'm throwing in. I hope you realize you may not be in character. xD You won't all appear right away, seeing as that would be a lot of people. But eveyone will get there eventually.

I don't own RE or all readers who signed up to be her friend.

Enough talk! Enjoy, comrades.

I would love to rant for a little while, and possibly even share some of the fond memories I have of raising a little girl, but I can't do that right now, because she is standing right in front of me again, and it appears that once again something is annoying her.

With that something I mean me, by the way. Lately everything I do appears to annoy her. I still wonder why.

"Daddy, everyone is going!"

I never quite liked that excuse. "You're too young."

"I am sixteen. That means that I am older than fifteen, and when I was fifteen you always told me how mature I was for my age!"

That was before she went slightly insane. Back when she was still studying after school, and went to bed before midnight. "Dear heart, it's dangerous."

"Dangerous? I'm not the one who got impaled by a tyrant just to become some kind of superhuman being! I didn't betray people who could've killed me in the blink of an eye! I never experimented with viruses, nor did I ever shoot a gun!" Ella took a deep breath. "Heck, the most dangerous thing I ever did was imitate Jackass, and that was more dangerous than going to a concert with some friends."

I remember that, it was awful. It seems so nice on tv, sitting in a shopping cart, riding around and then bumping into the sidewalk. In reality it isn't half as fun. She broke her arm, it was quite the drama. Of course she forgot all about that when she went to school and everyone wanted to sign that damn cast. That friend of hers, Willow, is quite the artist.

I shook my head.

"But Tina said..."

I shook my head again.

"And Jax told me that..."

"No." I stated firmly. "You are not going to a rock concert without adult supervision. Until you are out of this house, you will have to listen to me. No is no."

"You're not even listening! God, you never listen!" Ella threw her hands in the air to add some drama to the scene and then stormed off.

After the door had slammed shut behind her I heaved a sigh and shook my head once again. "Teenagers."

== Ella's room ==

She was on the phone with a friend, looking angry and slightly upset. "He said no. As always. He always says no, as always."

"You should bribe him." Tina answered happily. "With... Cookies?"

"Cookies don't work on my dad, Teens. Just because they work on you, doesn't mean they work on everyone. They wouldn't work on like, dinosaurs either. I hate dinosaurs, don't you?"

"No." Tina replied. "I like them, they sing."

"You watched that one movie too many times... Remember how you said penguins could sing too, after watching that singing penguin thing?"

"Oh come on... They were dancing."

Ella wasn't done yet. "And what about those things in that Madagascar movie? I like to move it, move it? Or was that another movie? Either way, you know what I mean."

"I like to... move it!"

"Yeah, me too... Which is why we must go to that gig. I'll see if I can make dad let me go. I'll call again later, yeah?"

Tina nodded, a bad habit seeing as you can't see it when people nod on the phone. "Okay. I'll tell Megan and Kelley you're still negotiating. If you need cookies after all, just text me and I'll have them baked within an hour!"

"Thank you! See ya! Hugs!"

"Hugzies!" Tina cheered back.

Both girls hung up. They would go to the concert together, they just knew it.

== ... ==

While my daughter was on the phone, I too had contacted someone. I thought that if it really was that important for her to go to that gig, that it would be better to just let her go. However, she wasn't going with just her friends. I had arranged for some adult supervision myself, and was quite pleased with the results of my search of finding a babysitter.

Do not ever tell her I called this person a babysitter, for my daughter would very probably make an attempt to decapitate me with a hairbrush.

I opened the back door and let the man in. I pointed at the living room and told him to take a seat. All I had left to do was tell my daughter she would be accompanied by someone old and wise enough, and she would very probably love me again.

"Ella?" I yelled upstairs. "Come downstairs, I need to talk to you!"

"No!" Came the loud reply.

"I need to talk to you! Come on, I have some good news!"

No reply came this time. She had probably locked her door and was now on the phone with yet another friend, cranking up the phonebill like nobody else ever would or could.

"Alicia Gabriëlla Wesker, get your behind downstairs this instant, or I will make sure you will never go to a gig until the day I die!"

I heard her door open. "Hn, that won't take too long, anyway, now will it? You're willing your risk your own damn life to get anything you want, so that's not really a threat... It's more like, a really sickening promise."

I cringed. I still need to talk to her about that, because I am fully aware of the fact that she does worry about my awkward habits of getting into major fights. "Honey, don't say that... Just come here, you can go to that concert under a few conditions..."

Finally, my daughter appeared in front of me. She was scowling though. "Really? Like what?"

"First of all, you have to be home at midnight. Second of all, if you drink alcohol, you'll be grounded for at least half a year. As for the third rule... There's someone I'm sending along with you."

A shrug. It apppears I'm on the right track.

"He's very sane, smart and most of all, insanely strong. With him around, you will be safe without a doubt." I stifled a laugh. "Come on, he's in the living room, you should meet him."

Ella wandered downstairs and entered the living room. Right after seeing the man sitting on the couch, she stood still in her tracks, turned around and stared at me with a look that said 'what the fuck?' in many languages.

The man stood up, walked up to my daughter and stuck his hand out. "Hi... I'm Krauser, but you may call me Jack."