We're back with chapter 11!

So, who wants to find out what happened?

I do!

First, though, I'd like to thank my silent readers and vocal reviewers. For some reason, two of you wanted the first swing, but only one of you wanted the killing blow. So here's what's going to happen. I have two fire staffs and an arena. Fight for who gets the first shot.

Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "…Twisted. Damn."

AllAmericanSlurp: Choose your fire staff.

gg180000: Choose your fire staff, as well.

RissA15: I didn't say anything about her knowing that he was a hybrid. Just a demon.

"…That guy is not me!"

Guest: Whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Whoa whoa.

Whoa there.

Maybe.

So, let's get on with it! Tasha?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"Negotiation means getting the best of your opponent."

Marvin Gaye

"Some things you don't have to promise. You just do."

Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

Leo

Chase said that he'd be right back.

Sure, Leo had been the one to think of the plan to catch Oly. Chase had pointed out flaws and made Leo think of how to correct them. However, it really was a two-person job.

Why?

Because Oly might be too tricky for one person to handle.

Honestly, he had no idea how she knew what was being planned. All he knew was that she had waved his laptop at him and lured him into the trap when he went after her for it.

Leo had spent the past thirty minutes or so with his arms over his head, tangled in the small net that was supposed to be holding Oly. He had to stand on his toes to keep from putting too much pressure on the joints in his shoulders, so his calves were burning like hell. At least his arms had gone numb.

Ysthry growled, pulling on a bit of the snare with her teeth. She had been trying to free him, but she kept tangling her stingers or hind legs in the trap, so progress was slow.

Oly sat in front of him on the laptop, smirking and throwing small pieces of paper at his face. "Open your mouth," she demanded. "I want to see if I can get something to land in there."

Leo narrowed his eyes. Going after Oly had started off as a learning experience. Now, it was personal.

Oly threw some paper that went down his shirt when he heard Bree and Douglas talking nearby. He was saved! "Hey, help me! I'm -"

Leo broke off in a fit of coughing as Oly sent some paper straight into his mouth. On the floor, Oly started jumping up and down excitedly. "Score!"

"Shut the hell up, Oly!"

Oly winced and fell silent, glaring at Douglas as he rounded the corner with Bree. Bree raised her eyebrow when she saw the lovely situation Leo was in. "Okay, this is a story I have to hear."

Douglas, however, was smiling halfway. "Oly outfoxed you, didn't she?"

Leo felt heat rise in his cheeks as he nodded.

Oly climbed up Douglas and perched on his shoulder, smirking proudly while Douglas rubbed behind her ear. "Clever little shit."

Bree just rolled her eyes. "Douglas, do you have a knife or something?"

"On the desk in my room," he answered.

Bree ran off, creating a breeze that ruffled Douglas' hair. As the man muttered and ran his hand through the spikes, Leo cleared his throat. "Where's Hellcat? He was supposed to be back right after you called him downstairs."

Oly snorted. "He knows that you can't trick me."

Douglas shrugged. "Adam took him outside to meet Sandra, I think. He might be stalking birds or something now."

Leo sighed a bit. Chase did like to pin down birds by the tail before he let them fly away. However, it still didn't make sense to him. It wasn't like Chase to say something and do another.

Unless he was trying to get quick cash. Which, as far as Leo knew, he wasn't.

At Leo's expression, Douglas sighed. "Would you feel better if we found him?" When Leo nodded, Douglas lifted Oly off of his shoulder. "Go find Hellcat, Oly." Oly winced and took off towards the stairs.

"Ysthry, go help her," Leo ordered, feeling bad when she flinched. However, Ysthry took off towards the stairs as well, flapping her wings rapidly.

Bree showed up in a blur of color and wind, holding a pocket knife. "Your desk is a mess," she huffed, glaring at Douglas as she started cutting at the ropes that held Leo prisoner.

Douglas grinned. "It's messy just to annoy the hell out of anyone trying to find anything."

Bree muttered something unintelligible as the thin ropes began to snap, relieving some of the pressure on Leo's shoulders. He was extremely grateful for it. He didn't want his arms to pop out of their sockets. Everything was going quietly when an extraordinarily angry voice reached everyone.

"What happened?!"

Douglas winced, glancing over his shoulder at the irate Tasha, who was staring at her trapped son. "I swear, I didn't do it!"

Tasha raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Shocking that I don't believe that."

"Mom, he didn't do it," Leo defended. "I was trying to catch Oly in a net. She won."

Bree finally sliced enough strings that Leo's weight was able to snap the rest, causing his arms to drop down. He groaned happily, rolling his shoulders as Bree cut through the remaining pieces that held his hands in the net.

Slowly, a pins and needles feeling began to radiate from his arms as blood flow began to be restored to the limbs. It was an unpleasant sensation, but he was glad that his arms weren't going to fall off. Bree was careful not to cut Leo as she finally freed him, folding the knife closed and handing it to Douglas. Leo wiggled his numb fingers as best he could to regain feeling, smiling. "Thank you," he breathed.

Tasha sighed. "Stop playing with dangerous things, Leo. You're going to really get hurt one of these days."

Leo wanted to inform his mother that it was Oly's fault, but said imp charged back into the hall excitedly, holding something in her hands. She beat her wings until she was flying at eye level. "Master, Master, Master-"

"What?" Douglas asked, obviously annoyed by her antics already.

Oly opened her hands, revealing a mouse with a torn ear and half a tail that looked like someone had taken a tiny branding iron to it. "Half-Breed got into some silver."

Chase twitched his little ears as Douglas scooped him up, opening his eyes slightly. "What happened, Hellcat?"

The answer was squeaky and shook a bit, but it was very hard to mistake what Chase said. "Sandy….Sandy attacked me."

"Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in."

Shannon L. Alder

"Life's full of tricky snakes and ladders."

Steven Patrick Morrissey

Tasha

Tasha stood at the gated entrance of the driveway for what felt like forever, tapping her foot with her arms crossed. Sandra was going to come back at some point. She had to. Adam would want to come home eventually. And Tasha wanted to have a word with her immediately. No one hurt her kids.

No one.

Tasha had been the one elected to confront Sandra since she tended to be the least impulsive. Douglas and Donald had looked like they both wanted to bury a body right then and there. However, they were upstairs helping Chase as much as they could. No one else had been allowed in the room with them, since some of the injuries were near Chase's more intimate areas and they wanted to eliminate anyone who didn't necessarily need to be there for those moments when he was conscious.

Not that it was very often. He was out cold more often than not, according to the last text message update Donald had sent.

On the porch, Bree and Leo sat and watched, waiting for something to be done about the incident. Three robins were bouncing around the porch, tweeting excitedly amongst themselves. Tasha had a feeling that if Sandy knew that Chase was a demon, then she would recognize Oly, Yahn, and Ysthry, too, even if they were birds. How she did it was still a mystery, but they would worry about that later. Right now, she just wanted to make it clear that Sandra wasn't welcome on their property.

A few more minutes passed before a car pulled into the driveway. Tasha stepped out of the gate, but didn't open it to let Sandy get closer. Adam was frowning as both got out of the car. "Tasha? What's wrong?"

Adam always was more observant than most gave him credit for.

Sandy herself was standing near the car, smiling. "Hello, Tasha," she said, stepping forward with her hand extended.

Tasha had thought long and hard about what she wanted to say to Sandra. She wanted tell her that she was a monster. That she was a horrible person who had no business coming around the house again. However, her response was shocking even to her.

Tasha grinned and, without a word, punched Sandra as hard as she could.

Behind her, she could hear Bree cheering and Leo cheering as Adam threw his arms around her to hold her back. Sandra was holding her nose, blood dripping between her fingers. "Why did you do that, Tasha?" Adam yelped.

"Sandra attacked Chase," Tasha hissed loudly.

"You don't understand," Adam immediately defended. "Chase attacked her."

See? Tasha handled it.

Don't fuck with a mother's babies. It doesn't work.

However, Sandy seems to be playing the sympathy card with Adam.

So…what's up with that?

Guess we'll have to wait…again….

Until then, feel free to review. Or don't. I don't care. :3

And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*