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Recap: She shook her head and went out of the room. I went back to packing the powder in a metal pipe and drilling the hole in the tube when I felt a chill go up my spine, and an all too familiar purr in my head.

"Hey kid, what the hell ya making?" I hear Dante say

"Indeed." Says Vergil.

Crap, and would you shut the hell up!

I turn around to stare at my 'teachers', both seemed to be smirking slightly.

No use telling some bullshit lie. "I'm making some thermite for Kerry, Mrs. Gallager, well actually," I look down at the title on the page. "It would be thermate."

"No, I think its thermite." Dante says. I pick up the booklet and show him the page; he takes it and looks at it. "What's the difference?"
"Sulfur and a few extra add-ins." I tell him, taking the booklet back. "We have a chemistry demo for a group of first graders on Monday, and one of the demo's happens to be the ignition of thermite, but Kerry wanted to add some pizzazz to the demo." I shrug my shoulders and give them a 'what can I do?' expression. "I'm just doing what I'm told, or at least, what the book tells me to do."

Vergil looks at one of the glass jugs on the counter. "Are you making Nitroglycerin?"

"No, we have some in stock right there." Actually, that's what's left over from Kerry's little dynamite sells pitch. I was going to follow her method on how to make 'stable' dynamite.

Dante looks around the room. "So this is your natural habitat huh?" he jokes while picking up Kerry's zippo lighter.

"Yeah, not all that surprising though." I respond, and then twist on the cap to the pipe. "Vergil, could you please hand me the magnesium twine on that spool there." I ask pointing to a green spool.

He picks it up and hands it to me. "How is it not that surprising?"

I unroll eight inches of twine and cut off a piece. "My mom's side of the family, as well as my dad's, were shiners."

Dante looks at me with an eyebrow quirked and the corner of his mouth up. "Geez kid didn't know you could be so proud by running around naked."

I angrily stuff the twine into the drilled hole of the cap and glare at him. "Not STREAKERS, SHINERS. You know, the people who made illegal moon shine during the age of prohibition." I pick up some tack putty and peel off a ball and start to push it around the edges of the fuse and the hole. "You have to have some basic knowledge of chemistry to do that after all or just a lot of hit and miss dumb luck."

Dante shrugs and flips open the lighter and strikes the wheel, then closes the lid on it to cut the flame off. "You're no fun." He says with a slight smirk, and then walks out of the room. I hear him open the zippo and strike the wheel again. "You know, I think I may have slept with a Kerry at one point, maybe she's your teacher."

"I doubt that, highly." I say as I stuff the bomb into the broken microwave that Kerry ruined three years ago trying to prove you can't make diamonds from coal and peanut butter.

"I would not doubt my brother's prowess when it comes to his past 'accomplishments." Vergil says as he passes the booklet to me, I open it to the next section, a 'sticky bomb'? I close the booklet with a snap and put it into the microwave as well, the ingredients on that bomb were lengthy and dangerous, and only the word will know how she created it.

"I'll go ahead and doubt it though, she got kicked out of the marines for don't ask don't tell." I tell him while closing the microwave door. I hear Dante light the zippo again, then oddly the hollow sound of plastic moving.

"Hey kid, what's in this jug?" he asked after I heard him sniff and make a disgusted noise.

I looked at Vergil wide eyed then burst out of the chemical room into the classroom. "DON'T-" I heard the striker go off, then an all too familiar fwoosh. "DUCK!" I shout and hit the deck right as the jug flies over my head, smoke, fire and a horrible smell of burnt hair trailing behind it. A scorching heat scathed my head.

I heard the jug hit the wall and then it hit the floor with a dull thud, I should probably ask Kerry how much methanol gas was actually in the thing.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Kerry shrieked, and then coughed at the smoke.

"DANTE, YOU IDIOT!" Vergil yelled as I pushed myself up to my feet. I then feel someone smack the top of my head multiple times, I tried to wave it away but Vergil growled. "Your hair is on fire." I took a second to interpret what he said, then started joining him in smacking my head.

Kerry looks at Dante with a disapproving look, "You're special," she said it like an insult. "Just like every other fucking person in this school."

"HEY!" I called.

"Excuse me?" Vergil asked, and then smacked my head once more for good measure.

"Present company of you two excluded." She added quickly.

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" Dante asked sheepishly, he had a small smirk on his face, I guess trying to charm her. "Tell you what, how bout I make up for everything-"

"Just shut up and get out of my classroom before I show you the corrosive difference between alkaline in water and hydrochloric acid." She snaps, taking the zippo lighter out of his hand. "Now get going."

He just shrugs and begins to walk, "See you later kid." He calls over his shoulder. "Sorry about the hair."

"Is he always this much of an idiot?" Kerry asks Vergil.

He only sighs and puts his hand to his face and shakes his head. "You have no idea." He then turns to me and looks at my head. "I have no words to say except that a hair cut is in dire need." He then walks out of the room.

"How bad is it?" I ask Kerry as she bulges her eyes out at me, I wave my hand in front of my face to get rid of the smoke, "And lets open a window and turn on the vent hood."

She nods and goes to the vent hood in the middle of the room and turns it on to suck up the smoke while I go to the windows and open them all up. This little routine was really nothing new to us, after god knows how many times with the genie in the bottle experiment gone wrong, we've had the thing down to a T for a while now.

"And to answer your question, there's no bald spots, it's just that, well, you shaved off six inches from your hair and it seems to have fused together with the other strands." She admitted, and then patted me on the back. "On the bright side, you've wanted to cut your hair for months now; you can wear it short like you like it."

I blow out throw my nose and just scowl at the ceiling. "Yeah, I'll go by Mrs. Carts and see if any of her cosmetology students need a guinea pig during seventh period." Due to my doubling up of math and science classes since my freshman year and taking up every little random course required to graduate, the school kinda ran out of classes for me to attend, so my seventh period is basically free period to do anything, mostly just sticking in the library or going to Kerry's room since seventh period is her prep period.

"Yeah, well I have even more shit to pile on top of you." She says. "Miss Hebbel wants to talk with you and your aunt Cheryl."

My eye twitches at her, Hebbel was the school's counselor, a rather dumb one at that, and involving Cheryl, god knows I'm in for a nice little torture. Where the hell is Jester when you need to work off some steam by beating the shit out of an annoying clown when you need one? "How soon?"

She sighs and sits in her chair. "ASAP, as Hebbel said," she then rolls her eyes. "Actually, she said thirteen hundred hours, dumb cow." She mumbles.

I sigh and grab my stuff. "Thanks, the booklets in the microwave; as is the thermate pipe bomb, I made Monday's already. I got to your sticky bomb and called it quits since they came in."

Kerry brightened at that. "Oh, I haven't made that thing in three years; I can't wait to start working on it. Come back seventh and we'll do it together." She then gives me a hug, which we both find awkward at times, but it is kinda true that human contact such as a hug can relieve stress, and lord knows we have plenty.

"Thanks Ker, now if you excuse me, I have to go take my cyanide pills." I tell her as I exit her room, she laughed the entire time.

The counseling department is located in a hallway behind the office, so Cheryl and Hebbel both talk to each other regularly, them and the rest of the office staff were major gossips. I found it and went in to see the secretary.

"Can I help you?" she ask.

"Miss. Hebbel and my Aunt Cheryl wanted me." I tell her.

Her quirks and eyebrow and looks at me. "Your Cheryl's relative?"

I nod my head and see Cheryl stick her head out of the room next to me. "Oh, Joss, come on in."

I hold back a grimace and march in and sit down in the padded chair and look at them as they stare at me. Miss. Hebbel is a rather, well there is no rather, she is large. Some of the fat went to her face as well, but in the puffy sort of way, not neck rolls or anything. Unfortunately for her though, god cursed her with a nose that was small and stuck upward, making her look like a pig. She smiled her big fake practiced smile she has used on so many other kids and parents, and I just looked at her with my blank look I've practiced as well. She looks at my hair, does a once over and grimaces, then plasters her smile back on.

"Josslyn," I cringe, "I'm glad you could come by." Not like I had a choice, you'd hound me till I would cave in if I didn't come by. "I and your aunt were talking."

"About what?"

Cheryl leaned forward and placed a hand on my leg. "Well sweetie, you know how next week is Drug free week and all." I nodded my head, not exactly sure where this was going. "Well, you know how next Friday we plan on doing a pep rally to celebrate it, and how some of the schools club groups are doing a stomp routine to do it, well we we're thinking-"

"I'm not in any club, so I don't see how exactly I can do a stomp." A stomp was basically a form of dance where you stomp your feet a lot in a uniform manner, clap as well, and the school thought it would be a great new idea. Though personally, I see the whole week as something stupid, mainly because a bunch of hypocrites that vow to be clean about drugs and make it seem that they're all clean and sober.

"Yes," Hebbel starts, "Well, we are in need of an extra performance, and when I brought it up to your aunt, she suggested that you might-"

I sat up straight back and glared at the both of them the second I had realized what they were getting at. "No way in eternity."

"But Joss-" Cheryl starts, but stand up and glare at her.

"I said no." I tell her. "My parents were killed in a drunken driving accident, big whoop. I may despise the act of DUI, but I don't want anyone's sympathy for this, I am not showcasing myself out so you can get the sympathy of people without having the embarrassment of me actually being your kid. If I go up on that stage and tell my story, you and the rest of your family will be the center of attention. I say again, I won't do it."

"But what about-" she starts up again, but I cut her off by kicking the desk.

"The answers finally, if you want someone to tell their story, why not ask Tony, I'm sure he can provide lots of little details." Cheryl looks at me in shock and dismay, I've never really talked back to anyone before, and so I can see why.

Miss. Hebbel cleared her throat. "Are you aware of the requirement for graduation that involves an art credit?"

I looked at her and scowled. "Yes, and I took art my sophomore year, it's on my transcript."

"But that only counted as a half credit, you need a full one to pass now."

I glared at her in anger. "Are you blackmailing me?" a growl radiated in my head. 'K-' You don't have to tell me twice, kill all that threaten you and that jazz.

"Look, you need the credit, we need an extra act, you do this and you're all set."

I think it over, on one hand, I could pick up the paper weight and bash her head in, on the other, and I would graduate fully and be able to sue the school later on for blackmailing me. "Fine." I snap at her. "But I'm not telling a fricken sob story."

She glares at me now. "Then you can sing, dance, I don't care as long as you do something."

I smile at her evilly. "Fine, how about Liar Liar by the used?"

She looks at me confused. "Does that have to do with drugs?"

"Partially, but mostly it's saying that Liar's burn in hell." I tell her with my smile in place. She starts to open her mouth but I hold up my hand. "Yeah yea, I know, I'll think of one later, good bye." I then walk out the door, but stop and stare at Cheryl, then shake my head and go on.

Sixth period I had P.E, but the coach looked at my hair and just waved me away saying to go on. I did what he said and went to the cosmetology class, it was one of the career vocational classes the school offers, and they are always in need of a few live test subjects.

I stepped into the room with six chairs lining the far wall with a few mirrors in front of them; the teacher was up front demonstrating something to a class about hair dye. "Um, excuse me, but I need a little help." I say loud enough to get her attention.

Everyone in the class turns to me and does a bug eyed look. The teacher takes one look at me and chucks the dye bottle away and rushes up to me. "Now class, this is the perfect example of a bad hair day, now sweetie sit in the chair and tell us what happened."

I did what she said and set my stuff on the counter. "Someone set off a jug full of gas and it rocketed over my head and burnt my hair."

She quirked an eyebrow but shrugged and started going through my hair with her hands, when she picked up one strand, a whole cluster attached to it went with it. "Oh dear, well, I don't see any sort of skin damage, you're lucky, it could have gotten a lot worse." She snaps her fingers and the group of kids surrounds us. "Now then, what exactly do you want me to do with it?"

"Just make it random lengths everywhere between a fourth an inch to a third of an inch." I tell her taking off my glasses.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

I shrug my shoulders and lean back into the chair. "It's just hair, and I'm sure it'd make a great learning example for your students in different hair styles." I hear her mutter something and gets to work.

An hour later she declared she was done and puts my glasses on my face, "Well, how is it?"

My hair stuck out everywhere in a messy bed head sort of way, there was no real way of telling which stand was shorter cause she didn't exactly make spots on which side was longer and which side was shorter, she just made it blend in all together. I liked it. "It's perfect." I tell her with a real smile.

"Great, now would you mind explaining why your hair turned white the minute it got cut off?"

"Umm, gotta go." I declare, then race off grabbing my stuff and bursting out of the class. I race off to Kerry's room right as the seventh period bell rings. I make it to Kerry's class and go in to find her throwing stuff inside a briefcase. "Hey Kerry."

She turns around and does a once over of my hair, then nods her head in approval. "Nice, much better improvement over the whole toasty and crispy look." She then grabs ahold of my wrist and pulls me to the chemical room. "Come on, there's camera's everywhere and I don't want this to be caught on film."

"I take it you finished the, uh, gifts?" I ask her as we get into the room.

She turns around and smiles and shakes her head, then turns and opens the broken microwave and pulls out the pipe I was making earlier, a fat cylinder with some sort of circle sticking out of the top, a clear cube made of glass with a red sphere in the middle. She lays them all out on a little table in front of me. She points to the thermate bomb I made earlier. "Okay, we both know that a thermate bomb is only good for a radial coverage of heat and if close enough to someone can burn them alive, but since you followed my little how to list, it'll act like a hornets' nest when it goes off, sending molten bits of metal shrapnel everywhere. Now, the fuse will take 10 seconds to reach the pip itself at the length it's at now, another two or three before it ignites the thermate, though it's not a grantee that it will, just a forewarning."

She pointed to the fat cylinder, "Now this is a more lethal version of a stun grenade, in most of them you'll see holes in it to allow sound and the light to blind and disorient you, this will do just the same, except the light last longer and may cause permanent damage to anyone's vision, so look away when you use it. Also, I added a few little surprises to it."

"What little surprises?" I ask intrigued yet scared at the same time.

She smiles wickedly, "Oh, nothing of importance. Alright, so you see here." She showed me the top of the cylinder and the circle, it had two parts to the circle, one that looked like a stopper that kept the top part from going down, but it had indents on the side that you could grab. "The indented circle is what I call the clutch, you grab ahold of it and slide or yank it out, then you can just let the plunger slide down and brake the barrier that separates the magnesium and ammonium perchlorate, that would take about 20 seconds, or you can slam down the plunger, this will set off the reaction quickly and go off in just 8 seconds."

I grab ahold of the cylinder and give it a once over then look up at her with a quirked eyebrow. "Have enough spare time between grading papers I see."

She shrugs her shoulders. "Actually, I made most of them during my stint in the marines, I was bored and thought about improving the ones we already had and maybe selling them." She then grabbed the cube softly and held it up to me. "Now this little beauty is the sticky bomb, more effective then the British version from the 1940's, especially since it'll stick to any surface even if it's muddy or dusty. The outer coating of the sphere is a flammable adhesive that will bind to anything, even a non-stick coating. The inside is my own mixture of everything explosive and dangerous that reacts violently with air and the water molecules in it."

"So anything with potassium in it right?"

She nods her head and smiles again. "Correct, though I had to tweak it a little bit, you see inside the cube it's mostly just pure oxygen, but the adhesive has a compound in it that increases the creation of water once the oxygen surrounding it is mixed with the air. So, what you do is you smash the cube and the sphere against the object, or person, that you want to use it against. The glass is made out of the same type you use in a breakaway vase so it won't hurt your hand, though it will protect you from getting the adhesive stuck to you. If the entire sphere is actually compromised and the mixture inside is allowed to come in contact with water or air, the explosion will happen quicker, in I'd say about 3 seconds. If the adhesive isn't broken at all but does stick, it's designed to corrode in 10 seconds and then boom."

I looked at her and her smiling face, and took a step back. "Kerry, put the bomb down and we can talk about this." I joked.

She rolled her eyes and set it down gently. "Har har smart guy, now treat this one with care, put it on top of everything and it shouldn't break." She looked at her watch and grimaced. "Crap, I've got a teachers meeting in 10 minutes and then I have to go to the airport."

This alarmed me. "Where are you going?"

She smiled, "I have to go read out my grandmother's will to the rest of my bloodsucking relatives and watch as they realize that she screwed them all over."

Oh, that explains everything now. 'Enlighten me would you.' Kerry's grandmother was a rich old broad that everyone hated beyond all dear life, but acted like they loved the bitch for her money, except for Kerry that is. It's kind of why we're friends; we both are more similar to each other than not.

"Didn't she hate you like she did the rest of your family?" she nods her head and walks out of the room, I follow her.

"Yeah, we both hated each other, I was just the only one who didn't hide it and claim I loved her while everyone else said they did to get her damn money. She kicked the bucket last week and named me as her distributer of property and her will." She rubbed her hands together and laughed evilly. "The lawyer called me the other day to tell me a basic overview of the will and told me that she left sole power to me to distribute all of her wealth."

"And holding power over people, however small it is is a great form of entertainment and pleasure." Vergil quipped. We both jumped and turned to the doorway to see him standing in it. Great detector for demons you are, I griped at my inner demon. 'Weren't you the one who told me to shut the hell up?' Ass. "Excuse me for startling you two, but I need some help, I got this message from that Hebbel woman and I don no not know what exactly she means by it."

"Sorry Vergil, but I have a meeting I need to get to and then a plane I have to catch." Kerry says, grabbing her briefcase and heading towards the door. "Ask Joss, he can tell you what that has meant, by the way Joss, I won't be back till Wednesday, and so I'm going to have a sub till then. Bye."

"See ya." I tell her as she walks out the door, waving her hand behind her. I turn to Vergil as he looks at my hair oddly. "So, what exactly do you need help with?"

He hands me a paper with some typing on it, I skim over it and start to smile as I read. "What exactly does she mean by I have to 'decorate' my door?"

I hand back the paper and look at him with a small smirk. "You have to decorate your door with paper and a few other little pictures that has a theme along to don't do drugs, or texting while driving, or drinking while driving. Basically, you are one of the teachers that has to put up some messages that insinuate something scary or a corny catch phrase around being drug free."

His eye started twitching something horrible and he looked ready to shoot the messager. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, but that's the message, but I have some good news." I pointed to the paper about halfway down. "This message is school wide to all teachers, and it says here Dante is going to have to dress up for Senior night on the same Friday we're have the drug free pep-rally/assembly, so you and I won't be the only ones to make fools of ourselves."

Vergil pulls the paper up to his face, and then reads the section I pointed out and smirks. "Oh, I am going to enjoy listening to him complain about this." He then lowers the paper and looks at me. "How exactly are you going to make a fool of yourself?"

I narrow my eyes at him and cross my shoulders. "That hag as Kerry put it, is forcing me to do some sort of act for the end 'performance' as she put it. Beats what she originally wanted me to do."

"And what was that?"

"She wanted me to tell my little sob story to get a point across to the kids, though why is what I'm not really sure about, besides my aunt wanting to get some attention without the backlash of embarrassment."

"What-" he starts, but Dante barges into the room looking pissed off.

"What the hell is this bitch talking about?" he demanded, then looked at my hair. "Oh, hey kid, glad to see you got your hair fixed up, could you explain this bullshit to me?"

Vergil and I share a knowing smile and look back at him. "I take it you read the email then." Vergil says.

Dante glowers at him, "Yeah, I read the damn thing, now can someone tell me what the fuck this is all about?"

I tapped on his shoulder and got him to turn to look at me. "It's simple really, next week is the last game of football for the highschool, and it's against the school's rivals. And to top it all off, you are going to dress as a parody of that school's cheerleader during the pep-rally thing either after for before they start the whole stomp routines from each club."

"What is a stomp?" Vergil ask.

"A Cheerleader?!" Dante shrieks.

I smirk at Dante. "Don't worry, all you have to do is put on a skirt and a white sweater with a big V on the front over you clothes, a wig and some pom pom's, then basically shake your pom pom's and your ass back and forth a few times." He stares at me like I grew a second head. "And a stomp is basically a uniform routine where you stomp on the ground, clap your hands, and the combined noise is supposed to seem like a form of music. The clubs like band, drama, and matheletes are doing them to the same theme as your door, be drug free." I roll my eyes and sigh.

"And what exactly is your performance during this?" He ask.

"Wait, you're doing something to?" Dante ask. "Why the hell would you?"

"Same as you two, forced into doing it. The counselor is giving me the extra credit I need to graduate."

"Sounds like blackmail." Dante muses.

"Eh, if so, then I could sue the school later on down the road after I graduate." I looked at the clock on the wall, wow, six minutes till the bell rang.

"Ugh, I have to go back and deal with those little shits." Dante complains as he heads to the door.

"My sentiments exactly." Vergil says grimly as he goes after his brother, leaving me alone.

I sigh in relief and head out to door and to my locker, which fortunately this year across the hall from the room next to Kerry's. I grab it and go back into the room and into the chemical room and start to place the bombs inside. Now, I have complete and total trust in Kerry's ability to create stable things, as long as It's not dynamite, because quite frankly, nitroglycerin is beyond my comfort zone. But I had bombs strapped to my back, so I needed a few precautions, which Kerry seemed to have already provided. She had a box that was wider than it was tall, and had stuffed it with bubble wrap and tissue paper, and it fit perfectly inside my backpack since she knew that I would have all my homework done by now. I slide the box into my bag and placed all the bombs in a manner where I could reach them easily without trouble. I spied Kerry's zippo and decided to grab it as well, it was a safer bet than just lighting matches. I grabbed it and slipped it into my pocket and hung my messager bag backpack over my shoulder, and slide the lip of the top of it to the side so I could reach into the box and pull out the thermate bomb.

Sighing, I run to the parking lot with my hand on the bag, purely out of worry, and get into my car. My car was my grandmothers originally, a purple PT cruiser that's been battered, beaten, and survived everything that she has thrown at it. Which was six car wrecks, each one within a month of each other somehow, and every single one she had gotten paid for, which is pure and utter bullshit since she caused all of them. The first two were fender benders to the door panels that dented them inward, and now I can't open the back left door. The next two where roll over's into a ditch, but that only broke the right side view mirror and cracked the glass on the back window. The next one was she hit the brake after bending over and reaching for her cell phone on the highway during the middle of traffic, and now I can't open the back hatch. The final one, well truthfully I don't know how she did it, but she took off the back and front bumpers. How the hell the cops didn't charge her for any of it, I don't know, or why they haven't taken away her license.

I know that she did all of those on purpose because grandma has loose lips when she's with her friends, and I've been forced to cater to plenty of these events when at home, so I knew practically everything. she did them all so she could buy her Lexus with the money she got from the insurance company without having to pay a dime.

It took about twenty minutes to get back home, the entire time I had my eye on my bag from out of the corner of my eye. 'Who is that inside your house?' I look up as I pull into the small rock lot in the back and see a green Plymouth Barracuda parked next to mine. I didn't see anyone since the curtains were drawn, but I was sure as hell not going in there unprepared. I look into the rearview mirror to see my reflection in it, except I had pure white hair down to my shoulders, how I used to look. "I have no idea, can you sense anything?"

It seemed to concentrate slightly, then glared. "Yes, I sense three demons, you know what to do."

"Do I have to?" it glares at me.

"Either you take care of them, or I am taking over and destroying the entire house and then a killing spree around your school."

"You wouldn't dare." I hiss at it.

It only smiles cruelly. "Oh, I would, now get going, and be prepared." Growling, I grab my bag and string it across my shoulder and get out of the car and head to the back door. As I pass by the car, I notice that there's a shamrock in the back window corner.

"Shit." I curse. 'What is it?' "I should have know, a green freaking barracuda, it's Liam Fitzpatrick's car, as in the fighting Fitzpatrick's, the local mob." 'You are about to face three demons and you have already killed one devil hound, you think a few measly humans in organized crime is going to do anything harmful to you?' "Shut up."

I get to the backdoor, place my hand on the doorknob and take a breath, and then open the door, only to come face to face with the barrel end of a shotgun. "Well, what do we have here, the rat coming back home to it's cage." An Irish brogue says. I look past the shotgun to see a grungy man about six feet tall looking down the barrel at me. I knew instantly from a few shots in the paper that it was Liam Fitzpatrick himself, the leader of the fighting Fitzpatrick's.

"Aye, you'd be right Liam." A feminine version of Liam's brogue says. I look over to see a girl holding a revolver on the couch, she had dirty brown hair and I knew from past experience that she was Patricia Fitzpatrick, Liam's little sister. I went to school with her till she dropped out last year.

"Hey Patricia, how's it hanging?" I ask, trying to aim for nonchalantly. For some reason, the gun pointed to my face didn't exactly scare me, weird. I noticed that the air smelled faintly of rotting meat.

Liam shoved the shotgun barrel into my cheek. "Shut up you little shit." he smiles and reveals yellow crooked teeth. "We talked to Tony, do you wanna guess what he told us?"

I'm not exactly sure that they were telling the truth, but either way, I am going to gut Tony like a fucking fish. Wait, it said that there was three demons in here, I only see two humans that I'm assuming are being possessed, where the hell is the third one? 'It is here, I can sense that much, but I don't have any way of telling where, I can sense it's general presence, not the exact one. And you are correct about them being possessed, but they are already dead.' That explains the rotting meat, well then, best get to work.

"Hey Liam, Patricia, wanna play a game?" I ask them, bringing up my hands to where they were on either side of my neck.

Liam smirks and pulls back the gun. "Sure, whad be the name of the game?"

I smile at him, "Open the red door." I say, then quickly grab the barrel of the gun with my right hand and point it at Patricia as Liam pulls the trigger. The guns goes off as I put my left hand to my chain, my right hand burns as my left hand is suddenly grasping the hilt of Luna. I push the barrel up and step forward and then drive Luna's blade into Liam's right eye. It goes in about half way before I couldn't push it in any further. I quickly pull it out and step back in case of blood cast off, but nothing comes out, instead only a few trickles of blood slowly start to leak out from his eye. I look at Luna and see that there's barely any blood on it, just a few specks of what I believe to be brain matter.

I look over at Patricia to find her slumped down in the couch, a big hole in her chest and missing some of her jaw. There was hardly any blood splatter on the couch or wall, it was actually gun powder burns everywhere and a few holes in the couch from the pellets of the shot, seems Liam was a fan of bird shot, cause buckshot has larger bb's, maybe he used turkey loads, a bigger kick and a larger hole. I shrug and look down at Liam's body on the floor, there still isn't any blood. 'GET BACK!' I tuck and roll to the side then race for the dining room. I stop and turn around to see Liam slowly getting up to his feet, bones cracking and a lot of groaning. Patricia pushes herself up off the couch and onto her feet and looks at Liam, a few intestines dripped out.

"Well brother, it would seem that he's found out about us rather quickly." Liam tells her in a very feminine tone, almost no accent at all

"Yes sister, it would seem so." Patricia responds, the voice was lower than the one that came out of Liam's, much more gravely.

They both turned to me and bowed. "Forgive us for playing a trick on you." They say in unison, then they snap their hands.

The bodies of Patricia and Liam burn away, taking away the rotting dead smell with them. Now standing where they were two people, a boy where Patricia was standing, and a girl where Liam was. They were both about 5'9 and seemed to be parallel opposites of each other. The boy had orange hair and wore black clothing, a snake bite piercing on the lower left corner of his lip. The girl had black hair and wore burnt orange clothing, a snake bite piercing on her lower right corner of her lip. His hair was short while hers was long and to her waist. they both bowed slightly, tucking in their hands at their waist and extending the opposite side. They were both mirroring each other.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves." They say again in unison.

The girl leans back up and smiles. "I am Hallow."

The boy leans back and smiles as well. "And I am Samh." He pronounced it like people pronounce Psalm, the h silent but almost as if there's something else after it.

A loud hissing noise echoes aloud. I crouch low to the ground and look around. The house I knew started to fade away slowly, soon there wasn't any white walls or white furniture and hardwood floors. Now all there was, was a dark field with dead trees strewn about everywhere at random. The night sky above covered up a blood red moon, making the rest of the sky bloody. The ground below me was nothing but dead grey grass. Standing behind Samh and Hallow was a… well the only thing I could think of was a chimera, it's black and red eyes from the goats head on the lions body bore into me with hatred. The snake's head on it's tail rose above the rest of the body and looked at me upside down and flicked it's tounge.

"This is Velox Duo," they both introduce the chimera. They then smile at me wickedly. "And the three of us are here to kill you."

Alucardismaster: Hey, I'm back and pulling another dick move at leaving you guys at a cliffhanger. So, I'll just start running now that I see a group of angry people running after me. Well all I really have to say is that I'm glad that this story took off quickly, and I'm and happy to say thank you to everyone who has review and favorite and followed, you guys are great. *Dodges cart of rotten fruit* well, that's my cue. Review and comment below. Meep Meep. *zooms off*