Hey guys, sorry for the late update... Last Friday I went to start writing the chapter after I put my baby to bed - I never gave birth to her for the record; she just likes me the best - she felt a little warm... She had a 102.5F fever and no one even bothered to tell me until I figured out why she'd been sobbing for two hours straight till she passed out in my arms. She has kooksaki and thankfully is no longer contageous.

Saturday, I went to write out the chapter... I'd completely forgotten about my best friends graduation party... I was an hour late for that because mom'd dragged me out for a run and I had to take a shower before I went. Sunday, was work and then mom made me clean my room, so the laundry and then they dragged me out shopping - which I hate doing - and then mom surprised me by hosting a party that I was forced to be apart of.

Monday, I was taking care of my baby who was thankfully no longer contageous. Tuesday and wednesday, Mom developed a major migrane - she was vomiting and all the works - so I was working in the daycare and babying her because I still remember when I was six - her last magor migrane. She ended up in the hospital where the nurses nearly killed her and the doctor only made it a thousand times worse. I can still remember that as if it was yesterday -my Dad who never cries was sobbing his eyes out and was begging my aunts to come down from Albany to nurse my mom themselves since he couldn't because he was raising a six year old and a four year old while working full time. I don't ever want to repeat that week ever again...

So really the first time I got to sit down and write without being interupted was today and as a resault... this chapter is very short when I was trying to make it longer... I hope you all like it anyway and tell me what you think. Thanks for all of the reviews from last chapter!

Third Person P.O.V.

A dark figure walked through the streets of New York City, quietly looking for its target. He didn't attract any attention he did not want but he saw everything from the movie stars to the lice in the unseen street rat's hair. He fingered his gun, bullets covered in poison just in case he only managed to graze his target or they somehow survived the wound caused. He had a rough idea of what his target looked like from a photo he'd swiped before he'd departed from France nearly twelve hours prior. He had a score to settle, and his target wasn't going to like the consequences of that score. The target was going to regret getting parole early.

It was then he saw a tall blonde man walking through the streets with a fifteen year old freshman. His information had been correct once again. Quietly, he followed the couple to a nearby restaurant. He watched from the window as the man treated his date to dinner and then followed when they left and hopped into a limousine at the theatre. He hopped into his own rental and followed them some more. He followed them all the way out of the city and to a small town just north. He drove past when the limousine pulled into an old abandoned warehouse but crept back not five minutes later.

Gripping his gun and fingering the hilt of his dagger – the dagger – he crept into the warehouse. From farther in he could he a female sobbing. He heard the telltale sound on flesh slapping flesh… He took out his phone and called the police and an ambulance – he knew that it would take them only around eight minutes to get here in this town.

He hung up and aimed his gun at a metal pole five feet away from the scene he was witnessing. He shot and the sound of metal on metal and metal toppling over onto the floor rang threw the warehouse. He couldn't be there for her but he would be here for this girl. He smirked as the man froze, still mostly inside the poor girl.

Dante aimed yet again, this time for the man's head. He carefully walked into the main room of the warehouse.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Dante replied.

"I asked you first," the man chuckled as he turned from the girl and raised his own gun – a gun of lesser quality and accuracy.

"But what would a name do to you when you're dead?" Dante chuckled devilishly. "That gun you're holding? It's old and rusting, probably stolen from the home of a retired world war one veteran. Very low accuracy and penetration rates. My gun however is state of the art. So, who's more likely to come out alive, hmm, Andrew?"

"How do you know my name?" the man – Andrew – asked nervously; his gun arm was slightly shaking.

"You know one of my friends very well," Dante replied.

"Which one?"

"Does it really matter at this point?" Dante laughed mercilessly. "You hurt her and that's all that matters to me. You're going to regret going within a thousand miles of Feng if it's the last thing I do. By the end of tonight you're going to be so miserable you'll be begging for death."

And with that, he shot, not for the heart like he'd originally intended, but for Andrew's exposed member. Andrew went down like a sack of potatoes, unconscious before the poison even took effect. Without waiting another second, Dante ran up to the girl and put his jacket around her to keep her warm for the remaining three minutes until the ambulance arrived.

"Be strong," he whispered in her ear. "You're not the only one who's been hurt. If you ever need someone to talk to call the number in the inside left pocket, okay? Please, don't tell anyone about me?"

And with that he disappeared into the mist that was crawling up the embankment behind the warehouse.

Feng P.O.V.

"Where have you been?" I asked from the entry way as I heard the front door slam shut. I was in Isaac's cabin – okay more like a raised ranch house made out of stone – in the wood's behind the castle. Sammy and Sara had managed to wheedle the keys out of Isaacs grasp as an apology for being mean to me. It was very comfortable and I liked it a lot. "You disappeared for three days without a word. We were all worried."

Dante just grunted and chucked a newspaper clipping at me before taking the stairs three at a time. I rolled my eyes and picked up the newspaper. So much for worrying after that bastard. Speaking of the bastard, I'd forgotten to read his journals… I could do that later after I read the clipping…

Late Saturday night, fifteen year old girl was raped by Andrew McGuire, who was on parole. McGuire was arrested previously raping numerous girl under the age of eighteen – most notable being Feng Hua, illegitimate daughter of French multi-trillionaire typhoon. McGuire is now facing multiple life sentences in prisons around the world after also being ratted out by one of his underlings – supposedly his cousin, Wilhelm McGee – for being wanted in numerous countries for murder, rape, theft, treason, among other things. McGuire is also being sued by Isaac Maximillion – elder half-brother to previously mentioned Ms. Hua - along with numerous other victims who'd been denied reimbursement for his crimes. All of McGuire's victims are invited to his trial on July 24th at 15:00.

Never in a thousand years would I have imagined all my dreams would come true… The mother fucker was finally going to get his due. I could wholly believe that Andrew had done everything the author of the clipping said. If anything, he could've done a whole lot worse… if it was him, I believed that he could've killed royalty and stole all of the crown jewels…

"When did Dante get back?" Sara asked as she came down the stairs. "And have you seen Sammy? She's been missing since breakfast…"

"He just got back…" I replied. I held the clipping out to her. "She's in the tree house or whatever you guys call that thing... She said something about a plasma screen TV and a closet and a half filled with movies she's yet to see. I wouldn't interrupt her until dinner…"

"Ah," she said reading the clipping. She was frozen for about five minutes and then, out of nowhere, she started hysterically… Wasn't I the one who was supposed to laughing hysterically? "Now isn't this ironic… Wonder how exactly he was caught. Can I go with you, please? I'll do anything."

"I'll see how many people I can take with me," I replied. "My… word traveled fast about my heritage… Should I be worried about this? Is it normal to be nervous about seeing him again?"

"It's normal for someone who's been through what you have," Sara said, taking me into a big hug that I tried to wiggle out of. "I'm surprised that you're taking this as calmly as you are. Most people would have broken down."

"When have I ever been one to break down? I'm a freaking tomboy who loves to chuck knives and experiment with the ways of torture…"

"Exactly my point," Sara grinned and then let go. "You should talk to Dante. I have a feeling I know how Mr. McGuire got caught."

"Tonight after dinner," I told her as I walked towards the stairs to go up to the bedroom I was sleeping in. "Right now, I want to read some old journals I found."

"Have fun with that," Sara grimaced. "I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

"Love ya."

I hopped the steps two at a time – how can Dante even do three… two is hard enough – and made it to my room in record time without being noticed. I closed and locked my door and slid over the wooden floors to my bed and grabbed a bag out from underneath it and raced to the closet, where I closed myself in to read. The first journal was boring – it was about how he moved constantly as a child being thrown from one foster family to another when the previous family got fed up with him. The second was about his life on the streets when he ran away from his last foster family who beat him for the fun of it.

The third was more interesting. Instead of a journal it was more of a story book filled with imaginary murders in first person point of view. It was enrapturing and it felt as if the author really was the assassin he claimed to be. The fourth, fifth, and sixth books were all like that as well. Each story was unique and I respected him because of his amazing ability to write – I'd always wished that I could write like that but I'd always sucked at creative writing; I never put enough heart into it, my teachers always told me.

I was on the seventh when I recognized a name of one of the people killed. He'd been a politician residing in my town for three years and he'd been murdered while I was in New York City. I remembered how he used to always look at all us girls like a carnivore to meet. It had creeped us all out and we always stayed as far from him as possible. After his death, it was revealed that he dealt in the Black Market.

None of the next five names I knew but the sixth name was Sammy's second cousin who was a chief detective on the trace of a mass murderer when he was poisoned in his sleep. The next one after that was a European Prince whose death was all over the news for months. All the stories of the people I recognized matched up with what I knew about their deaths – which was more than the normal person since Sammy's uncle taught me how to hack into government systems when I was fifteen.

Did Dante know the murderer? How else could he know this? These accounts of the deaths had details that not even the government knew – like how the murderer got into the facilities where the victims were being held and where each guard was even when they weren't where they were supposed to be.

I exited the closet and grabbed my laptop off the bed where I left it that morning and raced back into the closet. I searched names from each book; each name turned up dead. I searched further and further; all of the stories were too accurate for comfort. There were only two explanations for this… Explanation one: Dante was either BFF's or related to the murderer… or two: Dante was the murderer…

Why couldn't my life be simple for once?

So yeah... Please review and tell me what you think! There's only a few more chapters left (hopefully) and then I'm going to be working on a Harry Potter Second Life crossover as well as Hermione's Tale (for those of you who've read that and are mad that I haven't updated it in a couple of weeks).

Thank's for your support and I'll try to update again this weekend since mom signed me up for a Summer driving class without telling me that starts next week... -_-

Please review and thank you for reading,

Sero

P.S. I'm going to rewrite chapter 15 and I'll let you all know when I get around to posting the rewritten version (I was very annoyed with how it turned out once I went through and reread it after I posted it and I honestly think I could've done loads better if I had my head in the game and haddn't rushed as much...) Thank's again!