Hello hello!

So, for the reference for the last chapter, it was heros, but, to get more into it, the reference was for Marvel.

Amy: Marvel-ous.

Erin:...Oh God, no...

Me: I'm not going to suffer watching you two fight again, so I'm just going to start the chapter.

LET'S GO!

Erin smirked, watching Sebastian jump out the window, before turning back around, "Hello again, Alderich. We didn't get a proper meeting the last time, and I do apologize for that. My name is Erin Dust."

"I know what you are, maniac." Alderich growled, wondering how she hasn't cracked under the pressure of guns trained on her, "What are you idiots waiting for!? Shoot her!"

Erin tsked, before going into her jacket, pulling something out of her inner pocket, "You see this, Alderich? It's a little toy called a 'trigger'."

Alderich scowled, but Erin knew better. She could see the fear in his eyes, hell, it was driving her right now, "Do you mean to blow us all sky high, maniac?"

"Damn right." Erin said, before looking up. She pressed the button down, "This thing has a bit of a delay, but who knows how long? Long story short, you shoot and kill me, we all die. Understand?"

The gunmen gave Alderich a look, before he scowled, "Stand down!" He yelled, before giving Erin a look, "…The only reason you'd keep me alive this long is because you want something. What is it?"

"You see, Alderich, you've been a pain in my ass for a long while." Erin said, casually taking a seat on one of his couches, kicking one leg over the other, "But you've been much worse to other people, a few people I actually knew personally."

"I don't get what you want here." Alderich said, voice wavering just a tiny bit, "No, hold on, you want money, right? You're a gang lord, that's all any of you want! Go ahead, I have enough to spare! Tell me, how much do you desire!?"

"Not what I'm here for." Erin cut him off, before a dark grin spread across her face, "I want the location of Abigail Silver."

Erin laughed at Alderich's expression, "What do you want with my daughter, you-."

"Maniac?" Erin mocked, "Is that what you call everyone? Or I am just a special case? Regardless, I do not care for such a title, and I request you drop it."

"Furthermore," Erin went on, her voice mocking that of any other british noble, "It's none of your concern, what I want and why I want it. Just know that I require her location."

"I...I can't. I won't!" Alderich shouted, voice quivering, "

"Well, if you won't give me her address, I guess I'll just have to crash a wedding." Erin giggled, reveling in Alderich's expression, "What were your exact words, again? 'My beloved daughter, Abigail, will be getting married soon', or something like that? Guess I'll just have to narrow it down from there."

"...What did I ever do to you?" Alderich asked, fear slowly morphing into anger, as he slowly stood up, suddenly seeming empowered, "What kind of monstrosity have I committed against you to deserve such treatment? I've done nothing directly to you, hell, I only know your name and face through the papers and gossip!"

"...What did you do to me?" Erin repeated, tone full of disbelief. How dare he just assume that he was some flawless individual!? Who did he think he was, a faultless king!?

"You think you did nothing to deserve this?" Erin whispered, voice nearly lost in the silence of the room. She didn't feel the tension anymore, nor did she notice the apprehensive air. No, it was all replaced by one raw emotion.

Anger.

"Are you seriously this foolish?" Alderich flinched at her sudden tone change, the look of fire in her eyes not to be aggravated, "Do you honestly think yourself so spotless that you don't deserve any of this!? You may not know me, but don't think for a second that I do not know you! The atrocities you've committed, the things your family have swept under the carpet, the trades and deals you've agreed too over the past twenty years!"

She couldn't help but stand up during her furious speech, mouth running faster than her mind could keep up. All she could see was red, and all she felt was anger, "For what you've done, I will burn your empire to the ground. I will snuff out any and all possible ways out, then and only then will I thoroughly enjoy-."

Her speech faltered when she took a look at her hand, her fingers smoking around the handle of her gun. This was going to get out of hand fast if she didn't put a lid on it.

Erin took a deep breath, forcing her insides to stop burning, before giving a nearby gunman a look, "Here catch."

The man, confused, instinctively caught the trigger that Erin had tossed him. He didn't even really understand what was going on, only catching the hint when the others booked it towards the door, "Oh shit."

"See you in hell, Alderich." Erin said, using the ten seconds to jump through the window, before running for it.

She made it out of the gates, before the explosions went off, Sending her flying. Erin let out a shrill scream, falling face first into the dirt. She stayed there for a few moments, as the events of what had just happened caught up with her, before slowly pulling herself, looking around.

Judging by the fact that the house was either gone or burning away, there was a chance that she'd used a bit too much fire power.

Shrugging (it wasn't like she could go back and do it again), she wiped the sweat off of her forehead, "…Now then...Which way to Seal's place? I'm beat."

The air back at the manor was a somber one.

While locking himself in his office wasn't anything new, what was new was his refusal of allowing Sebastian in.

Said butler, on what he was sure was his 12th attempt to get inside, knocked on the door, "My lord? I'm here with-."

"Sebastian, what did I tell you the first time you tried to get in?"

Sebastian sighed, "You said to only come in when Erin came back."

"And has she come back yet, Sebastian?"

"...No, my lord."

"Than what do you think I'm about to tell you?"

Sebastian couldn't help but groan, placing a hand over his face. This ridiculous temper tantrum was getting out of hand! There was no reason for Ciel to get this worked up over this, and yet here he was, pouting like a child in his office, "I will take my leave then, my-."

Sebastian cut himself off as movement down the hallway caught his eye. He wasn't sure if he was seeing clearly for a second, blinking and rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

"What? Do I have something on my face, or something?" Erin asked. She, in fact, was covered in soot. From head to toe, her whole being was coated in dark ash, her eyes sticking out like a sore thumb.

Sebastian held a hand over his mouth, forcing down a chuckle. No, it wasn't that funny, not in the slightest. Her expression slowly turning to one of irritation wasn't funny either, nope, not in the slightest…

"Well, if you're just gonna stand there," Erin grumbled, pushing the butler to the side, before opening the door "I'm back, bitch boy!"

Sebastian peeked in, laughter nearly coming back full force at the sight of Ciel. His eye was wide with an array of emotions, ranging from happy to fearful, to surprise, to anger...

Ciel also seemed surprised by Erin's current state of dress, "What...How...Are…" He stuttered, mouth unsure what to say.

Erin took this as a chance to grin, hopping up onto his desk, "You okay there, Seal? You know, if I didn't know any better-."

SMACK!

Not even Sebastian could have stopped the angered earl at that point, said boy having had gotten out of his chair, now breathing heavily as he watched a red hand mark form on Erin's cheek, soot in his hand, "Why the bloody hell would you ever do that!?"

"…Eh?" Was all Erin could really say, not even fazed by the slap. Confused didn't even begin to explain Erin's current state of mind, "Sorry, am I missing something here?"

"You blew the bloody place up!" Ciel shouted, "You made us believe that you were dead!"

"…Well, I'm not," Erin reasoned, as if that were the easiest thing to understand, before laughing lightly, "And that's what matters, yes?"

"…You moronic idiot!" Ciel growled, before finally sitting back down, "You bloody git! Don't you ever even think of pulling a stunt like that ever again, do you understand me!?"

Erin looked him over before smiling lightly, "Oh, was the little earl worried about me?"

Ciel scowled, face suddenly flushing red, "Of course not, you git!" Ciel growled, "Now get out! I can't stand to see you like this, you're getting ash and soot all over my office!"

"But, Seal!" Erin murmured, "I haven't gotten paid yet-."

"GET OUT, THAT'S AN ORDER!" Ciel yelled, throwing a book at the retreating Erin, only to watch her head pop out from behind the wall.

"Umm, getting paid when-?"

"MY GOD, WHAT PART OF GET OUT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!?"

Erin snickered, "Roger roger." She said, throwing up a little salute before zooming down the halls.

Ciel sighed, before taking a seat on his chair, rubbing his forehead, "…That girl…I swear to God…"

"My lord, I must insist that you refrain from giving yourself a hernia," Sebastian chuckled lightly, walking into the office with a tray in hand, "Become any angrier and you might just spontaneously combust."

"Do not tease me, Sebastian." Ciel growled back, eyeing the teacup placed in front of him angrily, almost willing the teacup to explode, "My god, sometimes I question if she's even human."

"She's...Erin, my lord. There's no real way for me to say anything otherwise."

"She's a headache." Ciel groaned, nearly slamming his head into his desk.

"She's unique." Sebastian corrected, his tone almost sounding fond, for just a second, "unique means new, and new means interesting."

"Most of the time," Ciel scowled, "Erin's unique seems to exclusively mean 'headache'."

"That's assuming that you're trying to predict her, my lord." Sebastian said, "It's a lot more entertaining to watch from afar."

"Still…" Ciel grumbled, rubbing the back of his head, as if it would help the way his head was spinning, "You know what, I don't want to think about it. If I keep thinking about it, my head is going to implode."

"I hate the become the bearer of more headaches, my lord." Sebastian muttered, before handing Ciel a letter, "But you have an invitation from Robert Callahan."

"For what?" Ciel asked, taking the letter, "If it's another 'hang out', then I'll have to refuse. I can't keep pretending to be interested in his golfing obsession."

Sebastian smirked, "Oh no, my lord. It's a wedding invitation. Apparently, Mr. Silver wasn't wrong when he said his daughter was going to get married soon."

Meanwhile, back in town, a very messy Erin walked into Gage's part of town, sticking out like a sore thumb with her whole "chimney-cleaner" look.

Finally coming up to the right door, Erin did her best to dust herself off, before knocking on the door, "Oye, David…It's me, let me in."

From the other side, a cold harsh voice whispered, "The code?"

Erin sighed, before punching the door, "WHy does everyone want some damn code? Would it kill you to just open the door a bit and take a good look at me!? You know what, fuck it, I'd like to speak with Jamie instead."

From the other side, there was an exasperated sigh, "Okay, okay, fine…Give me a moment…"

When the door finally opened, Erin jumped in, pushing the boy on the other side out of the way, before closing the door behind her, "Okay, I know that I promised not to do this anymore after the Samuel Krogner incident, but I need a small favor."

David's blue eyes narrowed with irritation, his black hair and brown-golden streaks sticking up in weird angles, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. He wore a white dress shirt under a black vest, along with black dress pants and black dress shoes. David groaned, further accenting his irritation by dramatically placing his hand on his forehead, "So, you just decide to bust in here? What if my mother was here, or my youngest brother?"

"Well, they aren't," Was Erin's quick rebuttal, before looking around the room. Like every other family in Gage's part of town, the homes were very nice, but smaller and not as grand as mansions. These people were rich, but there weren't noblemen and women, "I'm just asking for a favor."

David sighed, before walking back upstairs, Erin right after him, "I don't know, man. I mean, the last favor was a few of my father's guns."

"Well, it's not like he's here to notice them missing."

The two of them looked up stairs to see David's twin, Jamie. He stood just a little shorter than David, his eyes too similar to Zig's for Erin's liking, "And that's assuming that he came home for once."

"Well, hi to you too, Jamie." Erin said, following David up into their shared room, before closing the door behind all of them, "Since you're the more sensible one, I'd like to ask a favor."

"Rude." David muttered.

"The sooner we give her what she wants, the sooner she'll leave." Jamie reasoned, before turning his attention back to Erin, "What do you want?"

Erin smirked, before looking at David and Jamie, "I need to crash a wedding, and you two are gonna help give me names."

"You're an actual mad man, you know that!?" David shouted, "I mean, what the hell would possess you to want to-!?"

"Well, whose wedding is it?" Jamie asked, cutting David off before he could go on with his rambling. He leveled Erin with a stone-cold look as he willing answers out of her, "Where is it? Who is it for?"

"Some lady named Abigail Silver is getting married," Erin murmured,taking a seat on David's bed, "I don't need help getting in, I just need to know a time and place. Your mom knows people, surely she must have said something to you guys."

Jamie looked up at the ceiling, before nodding, "Yeah, mom was saying something. Her brother's friend, Robert, was getting married to a Silver."

When Jamie couldn't recall the place, David sighed, "It's supposed to be at that old cathedral in the middle of town, you know the one."

"What happened to not wanting to help me?" Erin said with a smart tone.

"Shut up and let me help you," David grumbled, only to grin when Erin's smile became too infectious, "It's in two days. Supposed to start at three."

"Bingo." Erin grinned, before standing up, "Thank you guys anyway though, I trust that you'll be at the wedding?"

Erin smiled, messing up both of the fifteen year olds hair, "You two are the best!"

"Hey, knock it off, Erin!"

"Erin, please, I just had my hair done."

Erin giggled, before opening the window, "Thanks again, guys. I'll do what I can to keep you up to date on the plan, but, till then, just stay alert."

Both twins nodded in unison, before Erin jumped out the window, "...She really does have a thing for jumping out of windows, huh?" David couldn't help but voice, watching as Jamie moved to close the window.

"She's got a thing for dramatic flair," Jamie shrugged, "In fact, I'd assume that you'd see that; it's the only trait the two of you seem to share."

"Oh fuck off." David scoffed, leaning back in his chair, "How did we ever end up here?" He asked himself, ignoring the doorbell ringing downstairs.

Jamie, being the gentleman he was, took it upon himself to be the one to go downstairs and open the door, "Welcome home, mother."

"It's good evening, Jamie." The mother corrected, before walking in, "Alberto, put the things down on the coffee table, mummy needs to go and take a long bath."

The youngest son walked into the house, placing the things down, before looking up at Jamie with a sort of childish wonder.

Jamie, having none of it, leveled a glare with the younger boy, "What?"

"Who's Dusty?"

Jamie didn't give him a chance to keep talking, instead moving to cover his mouth, eyes wide, "You, keep quiet and follow me." He grumbled, irritation sparking from inside of him.

God, he was going to hunt Erin like the dog she was for pulling this stunt.

"What's going on here?" David asked, watching as Jamie all but threw their younger brother into the room, closing and locking the door behind him, "Alberto? What's wrong with him, Jamie?"

"Erin may have spilled." Jamie said, voice ice cold and calculated.

David's expression soon matched Jamie's, the two of them giving Alberto a look, "...Are you fucking serious!?" David shouted, before grabbing Alberto by his shoulders, "How do you know? What did she do!?"

Alberto, looking frantic, quickly began babbling, "I don't know! She just, she gave me this piece of paper, and-!"

"Just like us." David growled, before looking at Jamie, "What do we do now?"

"If she gave him the paper, it must have been for a good reason." Jamie looked Alberto over, "…We need to tell him."

"What!? Hell no!" David shouted, "He's such a mama's boy! He'll spill, then Erin will have our heads!" He them grumbled to himself, "That's assuming that we don't have hers first."

"Quit dwelling on it. It was most likely from him, so of course she'd go through with it and give it to Alberto." Jamie said, ignoring anything else that he had to say, before giving Alberto a look, "…Look, Alberto, we need to talk."

Alberto nodded, demeanor quickly turning to one of childish wonder,"Yeah, what is it! What is it that happened!?"

Jamie sighed, giving David one more look, before he sighed, "It's about dad…"

Erin knocked on the door, "Thomas, no jokes, I need to get in now."

Thomas opened the door, "Is something wrong, Erin?"

"I need you to get Hank, Oliver, Zig and Fang." Erin murmured, making a beeline for her room "We need to call together a meeting."

Thomas nodded, before Erin walked up to her room, closing the door behind her. She took a seat on her table, sitting in silence for a few moments, before the door was thrown open. Fang came dashing in, with Zig close behind, the annoyance on her face obvious, "What is it now?"

"Just take a seat for now." Erin murmured, "We need to wait for Oliver and Hank." It was taking a lot not to just rush in with no plan. God knew that she had a personal thing against Abigail, but if she rushed in now, who knew what would happen.

No, she had to think it through.

Zig sighed, before sitting down, Fang rushing over to Erin's side, attempting to jump onto her lap.

"Fang…Get…" Erin groaned, trying to push him off. God, for a giant feline, he could act like such a puppy sometimes, "You're going to…crush my lap."

Fang gave her a look, only to get off, lying his head on her lap instead. Erin sighed, "I don't see how this is comfortable for you, but fine. That works."

Moments later, Oliver walked in, looking a bit irritated, Hank's collar in hand, "I 'ope that this is important, it took me a while to drag 'ank in 'ere."

"Don't blame me for being hungry!" Hank growled, before taking a seat, "So, Dust bunny, what's happening?"

Erin couldn't help but grin, before spreading her hands out before her in one grand gesture, "We're crashing a wedding."

Oliver's eyes widened, "…Well then. This is new."

"Yeah," Hank murmured, giving Erin a look as he pretending to check things off, "We've already been through larceny, blackmail, all sorts of illegal matters. Of course crashing a wedding is just the natural progression of our list here!"

"This is coming from the guy who likes eating canned cheese with oreos." Zig deadpanned, before turning to Erin, "But if you're going to gather us rather than, I don't know, pushing this kind of thing onto Max and Luke, it must be important."

"You could say that." Erin said, "All I know is that it's taking place in that old cathedral."

"The one that no one knows the name of?" Hank asked.

"Yep."

"We're kinda dancing around why we'll be there." Zig spoke up, "Crashing a wedding isn't something you do for fun."

"Zig, have you met Erin? Most of everything she does is either because of impulse or for fun." Hank looked like he was about to go on, only to be silenced by Zig's cold stare.

"I need you guys to be my eyes and ears," Erin went on, "All I know is that it's at the cathedral in two days, at three."

"I'm going to guess that, in typical Erin fashion, you 'aven't got a plan of getting in and out?" When Oliver's response was silence, he groaned, "I don't know 'y I expected some other answer 'ere."

"Hold on, I might have an outline of the cathedral," Zig said, before picking through the stack of papers that seemed to be forever stuck on the corner of the table, "Ah, here it is."

"Where'd you get those?" Hank couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry about it." Zig was quick to respond, before pulling out a marker, giving Erin a look, "I don't suppose that you're going to give us a reason behind breaking into this wedding?"

"It's...personal." Erin said, wincing at her answer. It wasn't wrong in any sense, but that look Zig, "I need something from the bride."

Zig, surprisingly, seemed to wave the whole question off, before looking at the cathedral's prints, "The entrance is a big no-no." She murmured, drawing a giant X over the front door, "But, since this is a wedding, the bride will most likely be kept in one of these side rooms." She said, circling the hallway with the side rooms.

"The closest entrance and exit is over 'ere." Oliver said, pointing out the window, "But it's down this 'allway."

"Then we bust in through the window," Erin murmured, drawing the green line from the window to the room, "Get into the room, and make sure that no one comes in or out."

"I can do that." Hank said, "I'll stand guard over here."

"Then it's simple." Erin said, "we bust in, deal with the bride, then get out. Oliver will stand guard outside the room, Hank will secure the window, and Zig will be with me."

Fang growled, his eyes narrowed, before Erin sighed, petting Fang behind the ear, "And Fang will guard the window from the outside."

Fang purred, causing Zig to sigh, "Are you happy now, you big baby?"

Hank let out a girlish scream when Fang growled, only to have Erin lightly tap him head, "Calm down, both of you. I need teamwork for this dream to work, got it?"

"Fine." Zig murmured, giving Fang one last dirty look.

Erin nodded, "Good. Now, this is in two days, we'll get everything straightened out before then."

"Guess I gotta get a 'old of Mathew, see if 'e can man the counter" Oliver muttered as he stood up, stretching, "Come on, 'ank. Before Zig decides to kill you." With that, the two left, closing the door behind them

Erin watched the two of them leave, before sighing, "I'm tired." She muttered, nearly deflating in her chair. Going through so many emotions and stressful situations in one day could really drain someone.

Zig nodded, before sitting down on her own bed, "…You know, you could have told us the real reason."

Erin shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Zig sighed, settling herself into the bed, "I'm just saying that the only thing to take a blow would be your ego." Zig sighed, before her eyebrow rose, "Erin?" She murmured, looking over to Erin, only to sigh, "Of course you're asleep."

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Well, I got back to school on tuesday bros, so, hopefully I can get more updated before I get dragged back down to hell.

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