AN: Sorry about the last authors note, I realized some time after I had posted that I already had started writing the next chapter, so I decided to finish it today, and then I decided that gina intrigues me, so I wanna know more about her, and therefore I am writing a chapter from her pov, which will probably become a two-part.

Let's say that I knew from the beginning that the day wasn't going to turn out normal. That would be a lie. I'm okay with lying, so let's say that.

I woke up, I went to school and did not skip the first class to have a sleep-in, only to get that sleep-in interrupted by grandma..

I met with my friends, and we had nice chit-chat, no swearing involved, no arguments, just the sort of chit-chat that grandma likes to do.

I did great in class, 'cause I'm that smart. I behaved too, why not?

Then came lunch, which Gina ate, she wouldn't dream of anything else. John didn't read, why would he? Simon and I was taking to each other, and we weren't stabbing our forks into our plates.

Then came math, and I did really bad because I suck at math. However, Simon and Gina did great. Answered all the teachers questions, didn't throw erasers at me, everything was fine.

We all walked home together, even John who didn't have to catch the bus.

On the way home, together, we didn't get attacked by a demon.

Everything was like a Hardy Boys novel, with Enid Blyton mixed in.

In reality, what happened was this:

I woke up to the lovely melodious voice of grandma.

"You get up right now! You started five minutes ago, and your head is under the pillow! You have to get up! And what happened to your room? Was it a tornado? Because that's the only thing that can explain it!"

Banshee...

True.

Then, after the class that I had skipped ended, I met with Simon and John, then Gina joined.

We had a fight, and it wasn't pretty. Simon is, after all, known for holding his anger inside, and he hates me. Gina has always liked Simon more than me, so she took his side. And John, just can't pick a side. I hate him for that. And it only made the fight worse, since he tried to step in and stop it, which didn't work, but he did manage to get words like 'nerd' yelled at him.

I didn't do well in class, 'cause I didn't think that we were learning anything of use, instead Simon and I continued our fight. The teacher got quite mad at us.

At lunch, Gina didn't eat at all because I had said that she was fat. John sat and read Stalingrad, about some historic event or another. He'd gone all crazy over the author, Tony Beaver. Simon and I were glaring at each other, trying to get food on our forks by stabbing them into the plate. Suffice to say, we didn't get anything on 'em.

Math came, and I love math. Which the teacher knew, so she asked me questions. I got them all correct, signal for Gina and Simon to throw erasers at me, while having a conversation that went like this:

"He just has to know everything," Gina complained.

"He's making up for areas that he lacks in,"Simon 'joked'.

"His must be really tiny, then," Gina giggled.

After school, we all got home separately. They all got home in peace, without a demon attack.

Me, on the other hand got attacked. Brute demon, the Source told me.

And that's what really happened.

What happened when the demon attacked was this:

He punched me, I staggered backwards and then fell on my ass, which is the firmest ass around.. Then, the demon growled, and I cracked up (laughed). The brute demon then tried to pound me into the pavement, bad news for him was that I got mad and he burned up.

I killed a demon, and I was happy 'bout it, until the vision came.

It was a cave, with a fire in the middle. It must be somewhat artificial, because there was no hole in the smoke had no way of coming out.

Then, a demon entered the cave, deep in a book and then absently threw something in the fire.

From the fire, the demon that I had just killed rose, screaming.

The other demon, the one that I had not killed, closed his book and asked: "How did it go?"

"He killed me, that son of a bitch!"

This is great, I didn't kill him.

I haven't seen that spell before...

Now I'll have to kill both of 'em.

You could always leave them be...

No. It sounded as if they were planning something, something that has to do with me, and I don't want to die.

How are you going to find 'em?

I'll just scry.

What are you going to do then?

I'll kill the one that I haven't killed already first, and then the other guy.

I shimmered to my room, then carefully closed the door, as quiet as possible so that grandma wouldn't hear and come and investigate.

I scryed, concentrating on the demon that I had killed and the vision that I had had, and I still couldn't find them!

You haven't got a map of the underworld, you're scrying over USA, they could be in another part of the world...

Well, what the hell am I supposed to do then?

Sense for them...

Why didn't you fuckin say that before?

Then I took a deep breath, no need to put anything on fire.

I lay down on my bed, held the crystal in my hand hoping that it would somehow help, and did it the exact same way as before, though I didn't swing the crystal over the map of US of A.

then, in the back of my mind, I could sense them.

I threw the crystal in some general direction, and shimmered there.

I saw the demon that I had already killed and I immediately threw a line of fire at the demon, who saw it and ducked in time. He threw a fire ball at me, and I ducked. He shimmered to behind me, I knew it and threw a punch that broke his nose. He dropped and did a roundhouse kick. I didn't react in time, so I fell on my ass.

The demon then loomed over me, and grinned like a wolf or something. He threw a fireball at me, and I rolled away just in time. I then used my arms to push myself up and be able to stand, and then the demon hit me in the face. I fell on my ass yet again. I swung my legs underneath the demon, and he fell.

Try to push him away from you... Hand gesture...

I stood up as fast as I could, and threw out my arms, directing my anger to him. Instead of getting pushed away from me, he blew up.

The other demon, the one with the book, just smiled at me, and made a note in the book. Like he was a scientist and I his experiment. He then tried to shimmer away, but then I tried what the Source had suggested, but instead of directing my anger, I just tried to throw him across the cave.

He flew across the cave like an acrobat, doing a particularly difficult trick. When he hit the wall, he laughed. I threw a blue line of fire at him, and then ran forward to save the book.

It was lightly singed, but not that badly harmed. I opened it, to see what it was about, but I didn't understand a thing.

I don't understand...

Sucks to be you.

Now, which fuckin' language is this? And you don't know? That's just great.

The only good thing about this day, is the book that I stole. Even though I don't understand what's in it.

I think about it a bit more, and then I decide that that's one of the bad things that has happened today, but the ass kicking was good. And blowing things up... that's like a dream come true.

AN: the book Stalingrad really exists, and it's a great read about one of the battles during WWII, and it's written by Anthony Beevor. Anyway, please review