It wasn't long after their bus ride that the boys found themselves sneaking into their high school. It was nearly dusk outside, but there still had to be an hour or so of sun left, so they decided not to wait.

Finding a way inside the school proved to be a bit more difficult than their previous illegal excursions. Police tape and hazard warnings were everywhere. The security guards had been dismissed, but the cameras were still fully in operation, and it took a small burst of magic to make sure their brief run past the camera's sight wasn't caught on video.

Then came the hard part.

"If I weren't so uncomfortable." Benny spoke lowly, making Ethan shiver as the spellmaster's breath brushed against his ear. "I'd say this was totally awesome."

"You can say it anyway." Ethan muttered and pulled himself (and Benny, who was on his back for the nth time) through a high window overlooking the gym. These windows were never locked, as they were screened and only opened about half a foot- and they were about two stories up, near the highest bleacher seats.

"Awesome!" Benny whispered and Ethan laughed lowly as he pulled the window open past its usual confines, and let Benny head in first. Waiting patiently for the other teen to clamber up, he noted with satisfaction that the bleachers were descended- Benny wouldn't hurt himself by falling to the actual floor.

"Let's do this quick." Ethan stepped into the gym. "It's already getting dark out."

"Yeah," Benny agreed. "First stop, the principal's office...second stop, the administration official, then-"

"Uh," Ethan interrupted, catching Benny's attention and pointing in the direction of the gym's storage room. "Maybe our first stop needs to be the storage closet."

"Oh great." The spellmaster's wrinkled his nose as the boys descended down the bleachers to the glossy floor. "Rank uniforms and bloody mouth-guards."

"Gross," Ethan chuckled as they approached the storage closet door, which had practically been blown off its hinges, and was charred around the edges. "I have a pretty good idea of who did this already..."

"That shadow guy?" Benny guessed. "I didn't mention it earlier, but I think he may have been the one who torched your house too."

"Yeah, me too..." Ethan entered the dark closet, listening intently. His eyes could see well in the dark, especially since light was still bleeding in from the high gym windows, but he turned on the lights for Benny's sake. Lights which flickered ominously down the corridor. From the back, he could see that something had begun leaking.

"Fantastic." Benny muttered, stepping into the room as well. "What do you think they were looking for?"

"I have no idea." Ethan admitted. "Not much to find in here, anyway. What could they have been looking for?"

"Hmm..." Benny sniffed, walking further into the room and looking up at the ceiling, then at the rolling trolleys of basketballs and the like. "Looks like these helmets have been vandalized. Well, I guess they always look like that."

"No, you're right." Ethan commented, looking at the racks of old jock-wear that had been thrown about the room. "Think they might have been looking for a specific helmet?"

"What would anyone want with an old helmet?" Benny wondered out loud. "Then again, it's always old objects that have curses on them."

"Could an old helmet be one of those magically charged objects everyone's talking about?" The seer mused, and wished his eyes could see more than just the scratches and grass stains on the old equipment. "If so...there's more helmets in the part of the school by the football field, and by the school's ice-rink. That's where the main locker rooms are. The physical fitness instructors and coach's offices are there too."

"Maybe that's why things aren't so torn up in here. The guy who broke in must've figured that out too." Benny scowled and looked at a burst pipe on the wall near the door, which was steadily leaking water onto the floor. "I don't suppose we can leave that like it is?"

"Nothing to do about it now." Ethan sighed. "Except to shut off the main water supply. Which is probably-"

"In the basement." Benny finished. "Let's get to the front offices and the locker rooms first, and grab a couple of flashlights from the coach's office before we head down."

A few minutes later, and they were checking out Principal Hicks' office- which really had nothing of interest, other than messily opened desk drawers and a closet full of confiscated items (in which the boys helped themselves to their stolen possessions). Further searching revealed a tiny golden hockey-stick on the floor, which Ethan assumed belonged to the school's one-and-only hockey trophy.

He shuddered, remembering Coach Ed, and the hell he'd put Ethan through during the brief time he'd been given life as a ghost. Almost as though having read his mind, Benny appeared and showed Ethan the other part of the broken trophy, which also had it's head missing.

"Found it under the desk." Benny said, and then held up a set of keys. "Along with this."

"Cool...maybe now we won't have to break into the locker rooms." Ethan said distractedly, wondering why on earth the trophy had been vandalized. Specifically? Or was it just collateral damage? There seemed to be no burn marks in this office...there hadn't been anything note able taken from the administration office either, save for the door handle being broken.

"Wouldn't surprise me if they're already broken into."

"Let's check the locker rooms, then hurry up and shut the water off before the whole gym floods."

"Yeah, let's do it quick. It's supposed to be cold and rainy tonight, and I didn't bring a jacket." Benny said, and Ethan immediately reached for the zipper of his own hoodie, before stopping himself. Luckily, Benny had already turned to exit the room, having wiped his fingerprints from everything he'd touched.

'What's up with me?' Ethan thought, blushing, and zipped up his sweater again. 'He's okay, and we'll be out of here in no time.'

Wiping down the door handle with his sleeve, Ethan followed his friend down the darkening halls. The football field and corresponding shed revealed nothing but spiderwebs and horrifying jockstraps, and they quickly moved on to the skating rink. When they'd reached the ice hockey team's storage area and locker rooms, they discovered the lights already on.

"Hold up." Benny narrowed his eyes at the room. "We walked past this hallway when we came out of the gym, right? We're those lights on? We would've seen them shining into the hallway."

"Maybe it wasn't dark enough for us to see it." Ethan shrugged, but he too was curious. "Hold on a second."

Focusing on the haunting silence of the hallways, the seer closed his eyes and focused on hearing further, crooking his head sideways a bit. Okay...nothing, really. No footsteps, but there was the faintest sound of...electricity? A generator? Some kind of grinding sound...

"I don't hear anyone." Ethan said at last, opening his eyes and giving a disgusted huff. "But that doesn't mean anything. It sounds like there's some kind of a rattling generator in that direction, so its possible that there is someone over there, and they're just keeping quiet."

"Well then, let's see who it is." Benny smiled mischievously and Ethan wanted to smile in response, even if he didn't like the idea. "You don't think that sound might be just the school's electricity?"

"No, it's different. Louder. Listen, B-" Ethan grabbed Benny's arm to stop him going forward, and was hit with a sensory block as everything went white.

There was water, everywhere. Cold, dark water...and Benny. There was Benny, wet and shivering, his lips blue and trembling from the cold. Water was almost up to his face. There was a sound of dripping, flowing water.

"Ethan?" Benny was holding his wrist, Ethan realized. Holding it securely, and the seer was dazed as he came back from the brief vision. Everything was suddenly warm again...nothing was wet, and Benny's face wasn't blue.

"Oh my god." Ethan whispered, looking at his friend with worry. "B, this is too weird."

"What-"

"Too dangerous." Ethan went on, not giving the spellmaster time to speak. "We need to get out of here, now."

"Dude, we're already here. If there's a time to search this place, it's now." Benny gave Ethan a look that told him he didn't understand his sudden shift in attitude.

"I know." Ethan gulped, and when Benny moved to let go of his wrist, Ethan grasped the boy's shirt, tugging it lightly in the opposite direction. "But that was before I saw you almost drowning!"

"You saw me almost drowning?" Benny asked, confused, and Ethan's heart stuttered at that look. The fear was there again...the same fear he'd felt when the rapid forest fire had surrounded the boys, not too long ago. Ethan didn't know what he'd do if he could never see those expressions again. It was moments like this that reminded him of how precious his friend was to him.

"You know, E..." The spellmaster went on, looking down at where his striped shirt had been grasped in Ethan's tensed fist. "Your visions usually never come true...usually they're just warnings to prevent bad things from happening."

"I know, B, but I can't-"

"Look, E." Benny faced him completely, turning in the seer's grip, shirt twisting. "When I found out you were a werewolf...I guess I kinda got why you didn't tell me about a lot of the things that had been going on. When you have all your strength and your cool fangs and werewolf claws..." Benny trailed off. "And your eyes..."

"That had nothing to do with you!" Ethan insisted, and backtracked when Benny winced. "I didn't mean it that way...I just meant that..."

"You didn't want me getting hurt, right?" Benny's eyes were hard for a moment before they softened. "But E, we've talked about this. Whatever we do now, we do together...right? That's what we've always done, and that won't change now that you're stronger than the average seer. You don't need to protect me."

Ethan bit his tongue.

But I do, he thought desperately.

"Benny, please." Ethan begged. "I know what I said...and I meant it. I don't think of you as inferior or anything like that, and I know you're strong too. We ARE going to figure this out together, but-"

"But not this time, right?" Benny asked, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and he turned away. "E, I know what you want to say. That I don't need to worry, because YOU can come back and check this out for us after we've left, when I'm at home, somewhere safe. But you don't realize...I'm not useless, E!"

"That's not what I mean at all!" Ethan said lowly, struggling to deal with his impending fear and a suddenly hurt Benny.

"Then what do you mean? I can fend for myself, Ethan, I don't need you looking out for me like this! Not like this! Not if it means it's going to change things between us!" Benny turned back around, dislodging Ethan's hand with a face flushed with exasperation. "And not over something like a stupid vision! You don't even know that it'll come true! If you're that worried, there's a water-breathing spell in grandma's grimoire!"

Ethan groaned, and put his head in his hands. "You're too much."

"You know I hate getting all...deep and emotional!" Benny exclaimed, spitting out the words and pointing an accusing finger at his best friend. "It's so weird!"

"I thought maybe you would get where I'm coming from...!" Ethan grated out. "Considering you've actually seen me on death's door before. Doesn't that mean something to you?"

"Of course it does." Benny muttered, looking at Ethan from the corner of his eye, tense and now slightly facing away from him. "I know you want me out of harms way, Ethan...but can't you see? That's why I can't leave you either."

"Hn..." Ethan looked away and whined uncomfortably, not liking how much he sounded like a dog who'd just been kicked.

"If we do this at all, we do it together." Benny insisted. "Otherwise, there can't be a WE!"

"You're being dramatic..." Ethan sighed. "I'm tempted to just leave this to the police for once. Benny, your exhausting."

"And you're impossible to compromise with." Benny's face pinched unpleasantly and he was refusing to look at Ethan. "What will it take for you to see that I can take care of myself?"

"I know you can." Ethan insisted. "But I just saw you drown."

"Almost."

"Whatever!" Ethan bit out. "I can't take that risk! What if we continue like this anyway, and then we find ourselves underwater somewhere?"

"How are we supposed to drown in a school locker room?" Benny asked haughtily, and suddenly Ethan was taking off down the hallway, grasping Benny's hand as he passed by. He gripped the spellmaster's hand tightly (though not too tightly, mindful of his strength) and tugged him down the hall, towards the sound of a generator, and towards the yellow light spilling out of the physical ed hallway.

"We're in and out." Ethan snapped, and didn't feel bad when he felt Benny trip over his own feet. He continued forward, pulling his taller, suddenly clumsier friend along with him.

"We. Us. In and out. Together."

"..." He heard Benny's initial gasp, and irregular heartbeat, probably from the stress of their argument. Then, a quiet, "Okay..."

The seer sighed, loosening his grip just a bit, so it wasn't so tight. He'd never before wanted Benny so close. Near enough to grab him and pull him from danger. He knew he would probably regret the passionate words and hand-holding later, when he was thinking clearly and able to feel embarrassment, but for now...it was more than comforting. Especially when Benny's fingers slowly, hesitantly tightened around his own.

The locker room reveled to be thoroughly trashed. The office in the back had it's plastic shades drawn slightly, and there was some kind of red glow coming from inside. Further inspection of the locker room's floor brought attention to several helmets lying on the ground, most cracked with great force and charred black.

"They were definitely looking for a helmet." Ethan murmured, not letting go of Benny's hand as he stepped to the side slightly, looking down the next hall of lockers.

"A specific one." Benny agreed, and crouched down to inspect one closer. "What about in the back? You think they found what they were looking for?"

"Hard to say. I doubt they would've done this much damage if they had. I can't imagine they would need to burn anything to find what they were looking for, so this may have just been a temper tantrum."

"What do you think that red light is?" Benny asked, and something in the back made a bang, making both of them jump.

"...Why don't we find out?" Ethan's write were tense, and Benny knew the seer was struggling to make himself tug him along. The thought gave him an indignant tinge in his chest, but also brought a small smile to his face.

"E?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Benny squeezed the fingers interwoven with his. "For trying."

"Yeah." Ethan looked over at Benny with a strained smile. "Look, Ben...I really don't say things like I did back there because I think you're weak, or unreliable. I mean, I might have a year ago, when we'd just found out about our gifts, but not now."

"I know, E." Benny looked away. "I'm just a jerk."

"You're not." Ethan kept his eyes trained on the glowing red of the coach's office. "We talked about this before, but we've never really had a chance to flesh it out. I won't leave you behind anymore, Benny. I promise."

"E-"

"But I still want you to let me go first." Ethan gave a sheepish grin at the spellmaster's unamused stare. "Just this once? To settle my nerves? The bad feeling I got when I had that vision hasn't gone away."

"Fine." Benny allowed. "This time."

"Great." Ethan let go of Benny's hand reluctantly (realizing with morbid curiosity the sweat that had dampened his palm upon letting go) and crept forward to the door. He paused at the door, which was mostly ajar, and stayed put for a moment.

What did he see so far? A bunch of nothing- just a messy desk bathed in red light and a bookshelf full of folders. An open bottle of gatorade had spilled on the counter.

What did he smell? The gatorade, the faint scent of coffee, the sour smell of old energy drinks, rubber and plastic. There was also an underlying stench of sweat, male hormones, and the more appealing scent of paper. What did he hear? The generator, or whatever it was, humming from somewhere unseen.

"Text Sarah and Rory and tell them where we are." Ethan told Benny, taking a small step forward.

"Why? See something?"

"No, not at all." Ethan answered. "It's a normal room. Everything appears to be fine, but..."

"What is it?" Benny asked, stepping forward a bit.

"If my second sight as a seer counts as a sixth sense..." Ethan mused lowly. "Then my ability to sense impending danger as a werewolf would be a seventh." He paused, listening to the sound of Benny typing. "I know there's something beyond this doorway. I just can't see, smell or hear it."

"You try tasting it?" Benny chuckled briefly, and Ethan shook his head at his friend's silliness.

"Let me go in first." Ethan asked, just as Benny held up his hands, green sparks flying from the palms. A temporary burst of magic was all it took- the doorway rippled, as though a flat plane of water had just been touched.

"This time," Benny reminded and Ethan sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, just this once." Then Ethan stepped forward, shivering at the magic surrounding the door. It felt like stepping through a curtain. Immediately his surroundings changed. Gone was the desk and organized piles of folders from the coach's office. In its place was some kind of...workroom?

"Ethan?" Benny asked from a few steps behind him.

"It's okay, I think..." Ethan answered, then stepped forward, beginning to smell something strange. Metal, rust, cleaning agent...something rotting?

"I'm coming in."

"Ugh, what is that stench? Almost like-" Ethan's breath caught as he stepped forward- right into something very painful.

There was an awful sensation of intense heat, and the seer gave a strangled cry as his muscles locked up. Vision now black, ears gone completely deaf to sound, Ethan could smell singed hair and realized somewhere within the next second that he was being electrocuted.

"Ethan!" Benny surged forward and caught the boy as the surge of electricity stopped and Ethan crumbled forward. The boy was twitching faintly, and Benny could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

"E?" Benny asked frightfully, trying to drag Ethan up by the arms. Whatever had shocked him (seemingly to unconsciousness) was gone now.

Had he stepped on something?! Why wasn't Benny being shocked too? It was like E had stepped on a live wire-

The spellmaster didnt even have time to gasps as he caught sight of something rusted and metallic hurdling toward his head.

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"You awake?" A voice was asking. Awake? Was he awake?

Benny roused to consciousness painfully. He couldn't feel anything beyond a sharp throbbing in his head, which hurt almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. Slowly, slowly, he became aware of a buzzing noise, and something like metallic screeching nearby, making him wince at the unpleasant sound.

Raising his head, inch by inch, he also discovered himself being gently shook at the shoulder. Glancing to the left, he caught sight of dirty, muddy shoes and equally muddy black pants.

"What..." Benny asked, and grit his teeth against a sudden wave of pain coming from his side. He realized vaguely that the pain was coming from the spot where he'd hurt himself a couple days ago at the library. As he became painfully more aware, he realized there was constricting his movements.

"Oh, you are awake! What a relief." A voice boomed from right next to him, and he winced as the volume of it made his head throb. "I thought we'd actually killed you!"

Benny knew that voice. Where had he heard it before?

Groaning, the spellmaster pulled himself into a more upright position, and tried opening his eyes. The room wasn't too bright, save for a weird red glow coming from somewhere behind him. Now that he was coming back to full awareness, he could feel an intense aching and stinging coming from a spot above his left eyebrow. Something felt wet.

"What..." He began weakly, much more weakly than he would've liked. He lifted his head a bit more and his heart stuttered as he caught sight of his best friend, tied to a chair about five feet from him.

Ethan was tied down heavily with rough yellow rope at his wrists and ankles to an old wooden chair. That same yellow rope bound him securely to the chair by his torso, and there were red and green wires everywhere- attached to his neck, shoulders and upper forearms. His shirt and shoes were gone, leaving him in just his jeans and socks.

His eyes were open, but pained and glazed as electricity ran through him from the thin wires. Every muscle was straining and his fingers were jittering with the force of the shocks.

"Oh my god..." Benny's eyes widened in horror. "Ethan!" He turned to face his captor, and yelled, "What have you done to-"

His eyes widened and then narrowed in anger as the man walked casually over to a metal machine next to Ethan, where he flipped a small switch. Immediately, Ethan's body relaxed, and the seer sucked in the biggest breath Benny had ever heard.

"Bas...tard..." Ethan swore between deep, heaving breaths like he'd just been suffocated. His eyes had long gone a bright, glowing green, pupils slitted and dark as midnight. His Benny looked on helplessly, and tugged at his bonds, which refused to give an inch.

Meanwhile...he'd recognized the man who had captured them, and turned towards him with a half furious, half confused glare.

"You're...that hockey coach."

"Steiner." Ethan supplied helpfully, even as he gasped for breath. "James Steiner."

"That I am, boys." The man agreed, pulling up a third chair, or rather a stool with wheels on the bottom. He scooted forward until he was right in the middle of them "Though I can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting either of you. How do you do?"

"How...do we do?" Ethan bared his elongated teeth menacingly at the older man. "How do you think?! What's going on here?!"

"Whatever it is, you could've just asked." Benny added, tugging at his bonds. His head was still spinning a little. "You didn't have to tie us up like this, coach. It's a small world, we can't tell you how many times we've run into others like us."

"And what would that be exactly?"

"Huh?" Benny expressed, turning to face the coach fully, feeling something wet drip on his pants. When he looked down, he spotted a small drop of crimson soaking slowly into the denim.

"What are you, Weir?" Coach Steiner asked. "I know both of your names, and I know that Mr. Morgan over here," He pointed to a glaring Ethan. "Is some kind of a beast. But what about you?"

"...Why should I tell you?" Benny asked, wondering if any harm could come from revealing his supernatural abilities.

"Well, you don't have to." Coach clapped him on the shoulder roughly, making Benny flinch. "I'm just trying to get to know you boys a little better. We're going to be here a while, after all. Might as well get comfortable."

"Comfortable?" Benny nearly growled. "Comfortable?! You hit me over the head with a freakin' shovel! And you just electrocuted Ethan for god-knows how long! Were tied to chairs! What's that all about?!"

"Oh the shovel part wasn't me." Coach made a sympathetic face. "That was my prodigy, Boltz."

"Who?" Ethan asked, looking worn and weary.

"I think you three should meet!" The coach got up and went into a door at the back of the little room. Benny noticed for the first time all the machinery and strange electrical equipment pushed to the walls on all sides of them. He gave Ethan a look, who returned it with equal confusion and tension before they both looked over to see coach Steiner entering the room with a tall, muscular man.

Or...at least it resembled a man. Mostly.

"Ah..." Benny managed.

"Boys, meet my star pupil." Coach Steiner guided the creature over to the both of them. "This is Boltz."

"Boltz." Ethan repeated. Benny noticed that Ethan's werewolf eyes had gone, as well as his enlarged wolf canines. In their place was a fierce look of distaste, and the sound of sniffing could be heard before a sound of disgust. "That's what I smelled earlier. Whatever he is...he reeks of decay."

"That's not nice, Mr. Morgan." Coach gave him a stern look before patting the creatures shoulder- or what was left of it. The things left arm was missing, or...it had yet to be sewn on. Where Benny could see its pale and dirty skin underneath its clothes, there were crude black stitches where pieces had been sewn together. "Now he may not be ready to play for the Whitechapel Devils quite yet, but make no mistake...Boltz is a team player. Why, thanks to all my hard work, he may be the greatest hockey player to have ever lived!"

"It's alive?" Benny asked, eyeing the way the monster swayed back and forth unsteadily. It twitched like Ethan had after being shocked. "And it's supposed to be a hockey player? That's crazy! He doesn't even have two arms!"

"Boltz isn't quite ready to hit the ice yet," the Coach agreed, brushing off some dirty from Boltz's jersey. "A few minor adjustments and he'll be rearing to go. I've got it all planned out, boys. He's just..." The coach knocked lightly on the creatures helmet. "Not all there yet, you know? But soon...soon he will be."

Neither of the boys liked the sound of that. Coach Steiner then led the creature out of the room, and Benny tried in vain to free himself from the ropes. Ethan seemed concentrated on something he was hearing, head tilted toward the door Boltz had come from-the only door.

"So!" The coach came back into the room and pulled up that rolling stool again, settling himself beside the boys and making a triangle of their respective positions. A stack of crates was pulled to the middle of them, and Coach Steiner pulled out a small box, which he held between his hands.

"Let's get started. I'm as eager to go home as I expect you are. It's been a draining day, full of disappointment, as usual. Good brains are hard to come by, after all, but I never expected-"

"Then why don't you let us go if your so anxious to get home!" Ethan yelled, shaking in his bonds. His movements, however, were still shaky from the electric current he'd been forced to endure. "Why are we here?!"

"You don't need to yell, Mr. Morgan." The coach tutted, shaking a finger. "Just relax, why don't you. The boss said you'd be a tough customer, and that's why we had to take care of you first. The initial shock when you walked into my office would've killed any normal person...and everything else afterwards was just to keep you weak enough for those ropes to hold you."

"What do you mean 'the boss'?" Benny asked and the coach flipped over the little box in his hands, now revealed to be wooden and painted a deep red (which Benny had previously mistaken to be black).

"All of your questions will be answered in due time." Coach Steiner replied ominously. "All I can tell you at this point...is that I'm not the one running the show tonight. Tonight, I return a favor for someone who's done me a great service in the recent past. He'll appear, soon enough to oversee this little gathering, and I've been instructed to keep you two here until he arrives. He knows you two...apparently knows almost everything there is to know about you, which is how he informed me of how to deal with you boys in such detail."

Said boys remained silent, tense and wondering what could possibly be in that small but menacing box.

"Anyway." Coach Steiner smiled warmly, only succeeding in making the atmosphere around the three males that much more terrifying. "Tonight, we're going to play a little game."

"A game?" Benny asked dubiously. "That's it?"

"That's it!" The coach agreed happily. "After this, we can all go home, assuming your both...well. Follow the rules, and all should be fine."

"You want us to sit here, want me to sit here bleeding while we play a stupid game?!" Benny demanded hotly. "What are those, cards?! You know, I have a curfew!"

"Don't be like that, Mr. Weir, get in the spirit! There's no 'I' in 'team'."

"There's an 'I' in 'insane'!" Ethan yelled. "And lunatic!"

"Alright, alright, you two. Let's begin!" The coach shook his head and took several items out of the small box to hold in his hand. He looked at the inside of the red case, as though looking for instructions. "The rules of the game are fairly simple. I believe this particular card set resembles the popular Truth or Dare game..."

"Oh, come on." Benny whined, and winced as the pain in his head made a comeback. "Coach, this is stupid."

"Oh I think you'll be singing a different tune by the end of this." The coach gave them both a look of sympathy and a strange excitement. "You'll both be betting on this game tonight, and the stakes are high."

"If we have no money...what kind of stakes are there?" Ethan asked, with a feeling that he didn't want to know.

"I'm not talking about money, boys."

"Then-"

"What's on the line tonight is indeed much more valuable than everyday cash." A new voice spoke up, and all three pairs of eyes were drawn to the sole doorway.

The voice was deep and disturbing, and as the three looked over, a cloaked figure glided into the room. It looked to be floating more than walking, and where it's face should have been was an empty black pit, revealing nothing. Before any of them had the chance to speak up, the figure glided up behind Coach Steiner and faced the trio.

"The currency tonight..." The figure paused. "Is life years."

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AN: Here's the second chapter of the week, as I promised last chapter! How weird, I actually came through for once. I've been trying and trying to write this last part, but it gave me hell! I finally had to settle for whatever came out. I thought it dragged on too long.

:D Hope everyone had a Great St. Patrick's Day, if you celebrate that. :)

I forgot to mention, I changed my name since chapter 24! I am indeed the author fersuremaybefersurenot98, now LadyMaito! Cool, right? Lol I just needed a change, and there's a longer explanation on my profile if you feel like checking it out.

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