Hey guys! I haven't been killed yet (I almost died eight times in the last week because one of the girls I share cartime with can't drive to save her life and nearly ran us off a couple cliffs, into a couple trees and signs, and a whole lot of stuff...)

So Lightning Blade pointed something out when reviewing the last chapter. 'Can I ask about the newspaper clipping? I was quite surprised that Feng's name was disclosed in the article. Usually the newspapers would not disclose the names of the victims to protect their identities... Or maybe is it because that Feng is a daughter of a millionaire?' It's a good question. Not many people know this but newspapers where I live can put your name in if you are at least 16 years of age. If not, they can't disclose your name. Feng is old enough to have her name in the papers in New York - where I live - and I know this thanks to my cousin who had himself arrested and his name was in the paper while a girl he was with who was only fifteen (she would have turned 16 two weeks after thier crime) didn't have her name in the paper. Also the reason why Feng's name was chosen in the article is because she was the most notable of the people Andrew raped.

SeaDevil also pointed out, 'couldn't there be a third explanation to what stood in the books? One more in line with her earlier reasoning that it was stories? That he had read about the murders in the papers and then researched them and written about them? Because for some reason, Feng finding out seemed pretty sudden...' I want to say that Feng can be pretty dense at times. She, sadly, inherited that trait from my stupid brother... *sobs*

With all of that being said, enjoy this chapter!

I stayed in my room for three whole days, avoiding them all. I wanted to avoid Dante, I wanted to avoid Sammy, and I wanted to avoid Isaac and David. Luckily, I didn't have to avoid my parents. Why was I avoiding everyone that wasn't Dante as well? Because I didn't want to accidentally let something slip if he actually wasn't the murderer the books suggested. Who was I to condemn someone who might've been completely innocent?

But was he innocent? Not completely, even if he hadn't really committed those crimes. If he knew that much about a crime, that he could actually write about it in such detail, he could never be completely innocent. And so, three day's past without me leaving my room for anything – be it food, drink, or otherwise. I didn't even log into Second Life during those three days, I just stayed in my room and thought about what I'd read and re-read the entries multiple times trying to figure everything out.

"Feng, you have to come out of there at some point," Sara yelled at my door on the second day with Sammy pounding on said door. "Come on, even Isaac is getting worried and that's saying something even after you told us your story. We're expected in America in four days' time for the trial and I want some time to go and shop in the stores there!"

"C'mon Feng," Sammy yelled next. "Don't you want to see that bastard punished? Why are you hiding like a coward?"

"Go away," I whispered just loud enough for them to hear. "I will see that bastard punished. Do not use that against me. I shall come out when I want to and not one millisecond sooner. Do you hear me?"

They did, I know they did, because they left without another word. Within four hours however, Dante decided to try his luck – much to my despair.

"Feng, please come out," He said. "Everyone's worried – Isaac, David, Sara, Sammy, the maids… me. Come on out already and I'll show you all of my knives that I've collected. I'll show you how to use them even, just please come out. Please, stop worrying us."

"Go away you murderer," I hissed through the crack in the door. "I know what you've done. Which of them are you going to kill next? Sara, David, Isaac… Or is it my Dad that you're after? Are you going to kill Sammy just like you killed her cousin? Are you going to kill me? Are you going to kill my mother and my little sibling? All these thoughts are running through my head, but this also explains so much that I should've questioned earlier. I should have questioned why you had so many knives, how you knew how to use them… I should've questioned a lot before now but I didn't and now I'm questioning everything…"

"How did you find out?" he asked stoically through my door.

"What was missing from your room after Jessie left you that present?"

"I thought I'd forgotten them in Portugal, to be honest," he said and I could hear the shrug in his voice.

"Heh, thought all assassins had to have good memory," I whispered with a slight laugh.

"We do," he admitted. "It's just that we tend to overlook something's upon occasion. And you shouldn't jump the gun on me before you know the whole backstories on the people I've killed. How far into their record have you looked? Did you know any of them personally? Everyone had their warts, what were theirs?"

"You Bastard," I hissed venomously. "You broke apart families of good men and women. You killed Fathers, Mothers, Sons, Daughters, Nieces, Nephews, Grandmothers, Grandfathers… And what gave you the right to sentence them to death?"

"No one that I'd tell you," He said, not rising to the bait. "Just look farther into those people's records. Stay in there as long as you want but I'm leaving some food and drink here. Please eat and drink it. And for god's sake, please come out within the next three day's; I didn't take care of McGuire just to have it all go to waste."

"For all I know you could be trying to poison me," I whispered as I heard his footsteps walk away.

"And why in the world would I do that?" I heard him reply back faintly as his footsteps started down the stairs. I opened the door and brought in the food and drink he'd left me. How did he know that I loved apple juice and hated water? Not even Mom remembered that fact. And egg rolls, sushi, sesame chicken, chicken dumplings, and rice with the sauce used for the sesame chicken drizzled over it…

It was like hell for me to throw the food out and throw the juice down the sink, but I did it; I didn't want to eat quite yet… not until I found everything out. So I sat back on my bed and continued to think.

On the third day, I got a phone call on my cell. I didn't recognize the number at all and I had no clue how they'd have gotten my number. I answered it anyway; I don't know why I did it but something in me told me that I had to do it and it was urgent.

"Hello?" a small voice said on the other side of the phone.

"Who are you?" I asked. Was this some ploy or something? Or was it someone Dante had hired to help get me out of my room.

"My name is Mairi Romanov," the small voice said. I could faintly hear the tears in her voice. I didn't recognize the name at all.

"How did you get my number? What do you want?"

"It was given to me by someone who saved my life," Mairi whispered. "He said to call the number if I needed someone to talk to. He said, 'Be strong; you're not the only one who's hurt.' Please help me."

"How can I help you if I don't know what wrong...?" I told her as I sat down on my pillows and leaned against the headboard of my bed. I had a feeling.

"I-I w-was -was raped," she got out finally. She was sobbing, the poor thing.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I know it took a lot to admit that. I was a victim of rape, too. Who sent you to me?"

"I d-don't kn-know hi-is name," she sobbed.

"Can you describe him?"

"He- he was tall, a-and he had da-ark hair," she continued to cry. "He used a gun and he disa-apeared so fast I-I didn't even kno-ow wh-when he'd c-ome and g-gone."

Dante. "I think I know who you're talking about. He knew that I'd try everything to help, the bastard. Where do you live? I won't be able to help you as well over the phone."

"New Yo-ork," she whispered.

"I'll see you within twenty-four hours and we can talk then," I told her. "And then I will let you cry your heart out as much as you want and afterwords we'll go out for Chinese Food and Ice-cream. How does that sound to you, hmm? It made me feel better, though I had my best friend knocking my head to get in place before she dragged me out…"

She gave a small giggle. "Yeah, that sounds great!"

I smiled. "Well then I'll call you before I land and we can meet up wherever you want me to."

"Mhmm, thank you," she said before she hung up.

Yup, Dante had had it all planned, the bastard. And sadly, it worked…

"Is there anymore Chinese food left?" I yelled as I walked down the stairs. Someone must've heard me or else they were all deft.

"Feng," I heard Sara squeal from the sitting room and within five seconds I had my arms full of my little half-sister who really needs to gain a couple pounds. "Don't you ever do that to us ever again!"

"Yeah, yeah, fine," I grumble. "Is there any Chinese Food left? I'm starving!"

"There's what left of what I bought you the other day in the fridge," Dante laughed, walking into the room smiling.

"I still don't forgive you, you heartless bastard," I say turning my back on him and aim straight for the fridge.

"I know," He smirked behind me as he stole the apple juice as I reached for it. "Doesn't mean I won't try."

He handed me a glass filled to the brim as I sat down with the leftover Chinese Food and some chopsticks. "Good luck with that."

"What did you do?" Sara accused him. "Why do you constantly do things to piss her off? I swear you and Isaac are both idiots!"

"What happened to Sammy and Isaac?" I asked. David had come into the room quietly after Dante had. "Did they kill each other?"

"Surprisingly, no," David spoke up. "Surprisingly, Sara and I paid Sammy to seduce Isaac and so they're on a date. We were sick of his sulking plus – if you'll believe this – the guy's never had a real girlfriend besides you and you don't really count cause you're our half-sister."

"Seriously?" I asked laughing. "He's never had a girlfriend? Oh, this is sweet! I'm gonna hold this over his head for years. Isn't he, like, twenty-something?"

"Yeah," David laughed. "I've been holding it over his head for years."

"Oh God," I laughed so hard I was clutching my sides and tears were leaking out of my eyes unbidden. "I… I can't breathe! Oh…!"

By the time I caught my breath, David and I were both on the floor clutching each other like lifelines. Sara was rolling her eyes at us and Dante was giving me a weird look that I couldn't place at all.

"Okay, I'm done," I chuckled. "I have to be in New York within twenty-four hours; I promised someone I'd be there for her so let's pack and get going, with or without Isaac and Sammy."

I finished off the last piece of sesame chicken, chugged the last of my juice, and grabbed an egg roll before going upstairs to pack for the journey. I packed enough to last a couple weeks because I didn't know how long it would take for Mairi to get over her rape and I wanted to be close by until she was better – I didn't want her to try and kill herself over it.

I looked down at two tiny silver scars as I closed the last suitcase. I didn't want anyone to go down that road. I was lucky where other people weren't and I wanted to always help those who weren't as lucky as I was.

The downstairs door slamming open woke me out of my reverie and I picked up two of my suitcases – Sara and Sammy had dragged me shopping numerous times since I'd come to France so I had way more clothes than I'd ever had before in my life - and headed downstairs.

"How was The Date?" I asked Sammy on the plane. Sara, Sammy, and I had taken over a couch in the back of Isaac's private plane – sadly, not even Dad had known when Isaac had bought it – away from the guys so that we could talk.

"It was actually quite fun, shockingly," Sammy said bluntly. "He took me to an amusement park and then to a really – and I mean REALLY – expensive restaurant for lunch. I hate him for wasting all that money on a meal but damn that meal was good."

Sara laughed and I paled at the thought at how much money Isaac supposedly spent. "Yeah, that does sound like my brother. Did he drag you on the biggest ride in sight as soon as you got into the park?"

"How'd you guess?" Sara said sarcastically. "He found the biggest, fastest, and most horrific ride right off the bat and dragged me on it. But the rest of the day, he let me pick the rides we went on after apologizing for making me throw up all over a pregnant woman as soon as I got off the damn thing."

"Oh my god, did you really…?" I laughed. "Next time you guys go on a date, I'm coming with you!"

"No you're not!" Sammy said so loudly that the boys looked over at us from their came of poker. "I will not have you tag along and ruin everything!"

"Want to bet?" I laughed. "I'll get a guy of my own and then we'll double date so that I can make Isaac's life miserable and our lives awesome. Maybe I'll use Dante as a date – even if he's a murderer – and then I can make both of their lives miserable."

"I thought you'd forgiven me?" Isaac asked from across the plane.

"Too soon for forgiveness," I smirked at him. "And Dante, I'm gonna kill you and you know why."

"Seriously, you're really going to try and kill me?" he asked pouting.

"Mhmm," I grinned.

"You're insane," he smiled in my direction before he took the whole pile of money from the center- he'd won while both David and Isaac weren't looking.

"You cheater," Isaac exclaimed as he saw Dante's hand as David fell out of his chair pretending to die very pathetically. "No fair!"

"Since when am I ever fair? Just ask Feng, if you want to know the full extent," he grinned.

"Watch it or I will tell them," I said turning my back on him.

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