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here we go...

Dangerously Paranoid Chapter 9: Hot Chocolate and Darkness

Christmas seemed to fly by, and then New Years. It was all amazing, just being there with friends and family. There wasn't much snow, but there was enough to cover the ground and stay there. I was happy with it since it reminded me of home. Will took Max in to get neutered, the poor dog has been resting and eating for the past week. Duke opened up a bit more, he sits with me to watch Doctor Who and he'll sleep at the bottom of my bed. It makes me feel better, like I'm doing something good. But then he goes and ruins it by barking at random people for no reason.

A lot of things have been making me edgy though, a very bizarre house has been making me really creeped out. It's old and scary, I always see it on the way into the city. The yard is disgusting and not looked after at all. I always have the feeling someone in there is looking straight at me, the hair on the back of my kneck stands up and I can see my breath in the cold air. Gramps has been worrying me too, I'm holding myself back from asking him what's going on. I want to wait it out, I mean I don't even know if there is anything going on I don't know about.

An irritating feeling hit me, it was my paranoia again, I sighed as I read the last few paragraphs on the third chapter of my book as I made my way to the buses. The last bell just rang and I was more then eager to get home, but through the passing people I was bumped sending my book to the ground.

I was nervous to walk towards it, my stomach dropped and my teeth clenched, that eerie feeling going through my whole body. And guess who picked it up.

Camille Jenson,

She walked towards me with a cold smile.

"Watch yourself Ally, don't wanna get hurt." She said handing me my book violently. I gave her a death glare before walking towards my bus, luckily the bus driver didn't shut the doors yet so I just made it.

"ALLY!" Lindsay said running into my room. "That really hot guy is downstairs." She said in a whisper, I wasn't even sure why she was whispering I just told her to send him up. All I was doing was ordering stuff off of the internet, I was wearing what I wore to school and my room was fairly clean.

"Hey," Warren said tossing his French binder on my bed and sitting in the computer chair.

"Hey," I said with a smirk. I opened up his binder and took out a few sections on vocabulary. "So why are you taking French if you're no good at it?" I asked, he shrugged.

"I needed atleast one foreign language. It was French or Spanish and I chose French." He explained.

"My mom loved French, she said it was the language of love and very beautiful." I stated writing down a few things.

"Did you learn it because your mother loved it?" He asked curiously.

"When I speak it, it kind of reminds me of her. It helps me remember her, the way she used to sing and laugh." I answered, I don't mind talking about my mother, I miss her so much but not talking about her is trying to forget her. I don't want to forget her. "So, uhm. Alright, first. I guess we'll learn verbs such as: Je suis, Tu es, Il est, Elle est, Nous sommes, Vous étes, Ils sont." I started teaching him what I knew. I wasn't bilingual, hell I wish I was but I'm doing very good in French, I've recieved all A's for the two years I've been taking it.

After about an hour of going through vocabulary and verbs I sighed.

"Alright, so the computer is?" I asked pointing at my laptop.

"Ordinateur?" He asked, I nodded.

"The window is?"

"Le fênetre." He replied, I smiled.

"Right," I said yawning. "Let's take a break, wanna drink?" I asked standing up and stretching

"Sure," he said following me downstairs.

"Hey Alleycat, who's your friend?" Gramps asked looking at Warren.

"Gramps this is Warren Peace, Warren this is Patrick Griffin my Grampa." I introduced getting the root beer from the fridge.

"Nice to meet ya'." Gramps shook his hand.

"Likewise," Warren said with a friendly smile, I didn't know Warren could be friendly? Hmm,

"You should take Duke for a walk, he's been in the house all day." Gramps suggested.

"K, you wanna take him with me? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, if you're bus-" I kept talking.

"It's alright, I'll come." Warren smiled making me smile, I cleared my throat and put on my jacket and boots. I noticed it was snowing so I put on a hat and gloves. I opened the door and we walked out, Duke walking on my left and Warren on my right. "So you moved from New York?" He asked, I nodded.

"My great Uncle Jimmy and Gramps were in the war together, and I guess they didn't give pay him after he came back and we just recieved it being the only relatives and we moved here." I explained.

"That sounds kind of unbelievable, I mean you don't even get paid that much." He explained, I noticed it was getting dark out because the street lamps were turning on.

"That's true, but Gramps has been acting wierd lately. It's only been since we've moved here. He'd be sneaking around with Duke and having secret conversations on the phone." I said watching the snow crunch down under my feet.

"Why didn't you ask him about it?" Warren asked.

"Because it's none of my buisness, Gramps gives me freedom and space and he has just as much of a right to it as I do." I replied as we walked along the sidewalk, Duke was sniffing the ground and walking like usual.

"True, but what if theres something going down? What if your Gramps is in danger?" He asked. I thought it over, what if he's right? I mean, I've always trusted Gramps and I will always, but maybe just maybe he needs help with something? "Do you want a hot chocolate? I'm buying." Warren asked.

"Sure," I sighed as we walked towards the local café. I got Duke to stay as we went in.

"Gramps is 62 years old, what's the worst he could get into?" I asked staring ahead as we waited in line.

"There's a lot of villains out there, anything could happen." He replied. "Two medium hot chocolates." He ordered, the girl nodded and pressed buttons on the electronic ordering register before collecting his money.

"Yeah, but Gramps has never had any enemies. Well except Geoff Doyle the old guy he's always beat at chess." I said with a smirk.

"Well if he get's anymore mysterious just ask him whats going on." He said as we excited the café.

*Third Person*

"I guess," She shrugged. Ally looked around for Duke but he wasn't where she left him. "WHERE'S DUKE!" She said worriedly.

"He was right there." Warren said.

"Warren he never leaves me, never. He's smart he wouldn't run away!" She said in a panic. Hearing a viscious bark she grabbed Warren's hand running to where it came from. Duke was in a fighting stance growling angrily at a person dressed in dark clothes, you couldn't see his face because his hood was casting a shadow over it.

"DUKE!" She yelled, and at that moment the dog jumped and grabbed a hold of the person, ripping a part of his hoodie. The man looked like he was about to attack so Warren lit up his hand and tossed a fireball at him, but the man turned to the shadows and dissapeared right before it hit him.

"Oh my god!" Ally yelled running towards Duke.

"Who the hell was that!" Warren said kneeling down to Duke, the dog opened his mouth and dropped the black piece of fabric in Warren's palm. Ally hugged Duke's kneck and checked to see if he was okay, he seemed fine. Just panting and drooling like usual.

"Who was that?" Warren repeated.

"I don't know, but Duke doesn't usually attack anyone unless he really doesn't like them." She replied. "Let's go home." Ally said standing up, Warren nodded before they started to walk back.

"Maybe it was just some homeless person with powers?" She suggested.

"Maybe, maybe not." He said.

"We can't make to big of a deal out of this and we cannot tell anyone. If there is something more to this we can't make assumptions right away." Ally explained.

"Right," Warren said holding out the piece of fabric and handing it to her. She looked it over and over but it was just a piece of a black hoodie. Nothing out of the ordinary. They walked up the steps and Duke ran through the dog door, Ally turned to Warren.

"Listen thanks for the help back there." Ally said with a small smile. Warren shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I didn't really do anything." He said smiling back.

"He seemed to be scared of the light of your fire. I couldn't of done anything to get rid of him." She explained.

"Right, well it was just my power." Warren said.

"Yeah, well uhhm, I should go." She gestured to the door. "Bye," She said opening the front door.

"Later," Warren said as she went into the house.

He growled to himself. "Just my power? Stupid, stupid." He growled walking down the steps.

"I couldn't do anything to get rid of him? Uhh why am I so stupid!" Ally muttered as she walked upstairs.

"I wonder the same thing." Lindsay said walking past her.

A/N: I updated quicker! I hope this makes up for being so late on that last chapter, so please review and tell me what you think :P