AN: Hey, so, sort of regular, right? Anyway, school's started. Every other Tuesday my day ends at ten past one pm.

Thanks to Ruon Jian for the really nice review, which I've already said, but I'm saying it again.

Next chapter is half-written, so it should be up soon, maybe on the weekend.

"You!" I called. I was in his lair, his really typical lair. A cave. With dark walls, dark ceiling, a throne and candles. It reminded me of Hades's throne room. "Kronos, I know you're here!"

"You do," he said, appearing in front of me. He reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger, though with a bit less muscles and a belly.

"Yes, of course I do. I'm the hero, I know where the villain is. It's written into the Sacred Scrolls of Heroism and Villainism."

"That is true."

"It's also written into the Sacred Scrolls of Heroism and Villainism that you have to tell me your plans."

"They're simple. I want to take over the world!" he yelled in a dark voice that he didn't have before, and lightning lit up behind him. "Good effects, right?"

"Yeah, though now I have to kill you." I brandished my sword, and skewered his head.

"You can come out now!" I called to Mikhail.

"Thank you," Mikhail said, walking towards me without his shirt on, "thank you so much for saving the Underworld from his terrorism." He kissed me. I kissed him back. Then he burned up.

"You can't kill me that easily. Also part of the Sacred Scrolls of Heroism and Villainism," Kronos said. "Or maybe it was you who killed him."

"No, I didn't. Because what you just said are also part of the Sacred Scrolls of Heroism and Villainism. I don't believe you."

"Oh, really? You should."

"You're following the script," I said with disdain. "Can't you use your imagination?"

"Well, it's a bit difficult when your head doesn't connect with your body. You get a bit detached," he said and then laughed at his oh-so-clever pun. Though it was quite good, not that I was gonna laugh at his jokes, I was going to be serious, the Sacred Scrolls of Heroism and Villainism says so.

"I suppose that that's true. You don't mind if I burn your body, do you?"

"Of course not. That's what you do, and I'm not going to stop you. Would be stupid."

"Yeah, and you're not," I said, while burning his body. "...sane, you're stupid."

Now, all that was left in this cave was a throne, candles and shadows.

"Hello, Ben," Cole said, and walked out of the shadows.

"Oh, I know this one. You're the real villain, right? The one who is behind the whole thing?"

"I am behind you," Cole said, and put his hands into his pockets, bouncing up and down with a maniacal smile on his face. "It's a funny story, actually. It started normally, with a mission." He popped the 'n'.

"That's amazing, it really is. However, I have a sword. And you saw what I did to the other guy, Obnoxious is his name."

"Is it? Or is it yours? Maybe he was right, you know. Murderer! I've always wanted to say that."

"I'm not a murderer, Cole, I'm a hero. I killed the bad guy. Killing the bad guy is good."

"I didn't mean him, Ben. Why would I talk about him, he's dead."

"Well, then, why are you accusing me of being a murderer?"

"Because you are, and murderers get punished. The dead don't-"

"Yeah, they do! I've created punishments for them, it's just that I haven't told anyone."

"Are you going to kill me, Hades? Like you made your servant kill Ben's family? Maybe you're the murderer, and not him."

Cole went up in flames then, though he laughed the whole time, and I had no idea why.

"Shouldn't you?" a voice asked me. I turned around, and there stood a black woman with a shawl and an evil expression on her face.

"Know why? Well, I suppose, but that's not important. It is not important, because it did not happen."

"What didn't happen? You? Well, you did, and I should know!"

The edges of her body lit up, and she disappeared.

I gripped my sword. My sword was going to protect me, it had to. Didn't matter that I was frightened, a hero's sword never abandon the hero.

Well, all I have to do now is to leave, and take several deep breaths, and try really hard not to hyperventilate, because then I wouldn't be a hero anymore, I would just be a frightened teenager. And I'm not a frightened teenager, I'm a hero.

I turned against the only way out, only to see it disappear.

"Kronos? Cole? What are you doing, you're dead!"

"Ben, come on, let's burn through the stone!" Joanie called to me, and I turned around again and saw her and Jamie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, relieved. They'd save me. The hero's siblings all have super powers, so, then, Joanie and Jamie must have too.

"We're helping you, even though you didn't help us," Jimmie said. "You should have though, but you didn't, 'cause you're mean like Joanie."

"I am not mean!" Joanie called as a battle cry, and pounced on Jimmie. As soon as her hands were wrapped around his neck, they were engulfed in flames, and left were charred bodies.

"Where are you? You have to have a body, or I can't kill you!" I yelled as a warning to the villain, whoever that was.

"Kill?" mom asked, and I turned around, yet again.

"Yeah, Benjy, isn't that a bit too much, if you think about all the people that you already have killed?"

"What the hell are everybody talking about? I've killed Kronos, Cole just disappeared of his own accord, and it's not my fault that Joanie and Jimmie decided to fight."

Mom opened her mouth, and let out a terrible scream as both she and dad also turned into charred bodies.

"You could have done something to prevent it," grandma's disapproving voice said, and I turned around (seems to be a theme) to see her and grandpa.

"Though the time that you killed all those people, that was your fault," grandpa said.

"What people?" I asked, tired of all this accusing when I hadn't killed anyone.

Though they didn't answer my question, since they also burned up.

"What the hell is going on!"

"Oh, nothing much, just some killing committed by you," Cole said, and looked curiously down at my grandparents bodies. He then disappeared again.

Someone kicked me in the back, and I fell onto my stomach. I groaned, and managed to turn so I lay on my back.

"Hey. Are you also going to accuse me of murder?" I asked Bianca.

"Why would I do that? You just lost your temper, that's all. Besides, you killed a seer, how cool isn't that?"

"Are you sick?"

"What? No, I'm healthy and fit, unlike you. You look even more sick than last time I saw you, are you eating properly? I don't think you are, might have something to do with your family's death."

"What are you talking about?"

Then Bianca gasped, and looked down. Sticking out of her stomach was a piece of wood, and suddenly she didn't look like the Bianca that I knew, she looked like an older, more mature and sexier version. She collapsed.

"I never thought that she would die like this, you know?" a blonde man dressed entirely in black, and somehow managed to remind me about the blonde kid in the attic, said.

I tried to sit up, but I couldn't

"I always hoped, and that's different than thinking, that Chris would kill her. It was sort of disappointing when he didn't," the man said, now transparent. "You know what I think would do you good?" he asked, then disappeared completely.

"Need help?" the older of the women in the attic asked, and then pulled me up.

"You've certainly grown," she said.

"I haven't," I said.

"Of course you have, you used to be a baby in Phoebe's stomach, and look at you now. You look like both Cole and Phoebe, you're certainly their son."

"What? Who the hell is Phoebe?"

"Hm?" she said. She was then replaced by the younger from the attic, and the hotter.

"I hate you," she said, and then punched me. I flew backwards, into the wall. What the hell is wrong?

First I sever Kronos head, then Mikhail gets killed, then I kill Kronos, and then even more weird things happen. My entire family is dead.

"No," I said softly.

"No, what? No, I'm not sorry for pushing auntie out the window?"

"No, my family isn't dead."

"Of course we're not, Halliwells can't die."

"No!" I yelled, and sat straight up in bed.

It was a dream!

I have not kissed Mikhail, I did not kill Kronos, and my family isn't dead.

Then where are you?

What do you mean?

Look around...

This is not my room.

I pulled the sheet of my legs, and stood up. That's not my bed.

"Ben?" Cole opened the door, and peeked in.

"What, where, oh," I said, as I suddenly remembered where I was (in my new bedroom in Cole's penthouse), and why (my family is dead).

"You yelled," he said. "Nightmare?"

"Yeah, yeah, I, I don't remember, really," I said. All I remembered was kissing Mikhail, and I didn't want to tell Cole that. "I'll just go back to sleep."

"Do you want to be home today?" Cole asked.

"Home?"

"Yeah, school starts soon for you, do you want to go?"

"To school?" Cole just looked at me. "No."

"Then, unless you want to go to the Manor, you'll be alone for the day, is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, it is," I said, and Cole left.

Can we go to the Underworld?

I yawned.

You can do what the hell you want, bu I'm going to bed.

AN: Hope you like, and please review!