A/N: Here we go! New chapter! Enjoy, guys! :D

"Makarov, you son of bitch!" I slam the door of his room, "Get out of your damn room!"

I've been banging on the walls and the door of his room for a while now, but I don't care. I know he's in there, and I've got questions that need answers. Gajeel doesn't lie. I know that, and that's why he is always in constant trouble. However, I'm thankful for his honesty.

"I'm going to knock the door down, Makarov! If you don't come ou-"

The sound of the door's lock clicking stops me from shouting. I wait for it to open, but it doesn't. I swing the door open and burst into the room. As usual, the room is dark and gloomy. It always has been. I scan the room for Makarov and I see him sitting on the rocking chair, still drinking whisky.

"I'm guessing Gajeel is back home, huh?" Makarov grumbles in the dark. "I told you kids nothing. Gajeel figured it all out on his own. I want nothing to do with your father's business, but he dragged me into it. He made me promise not to tell you anything. All of you."

"Tell me, Makarov." I say under a low and trembling growl. "What happened to my father? What the fuck is going on, you shitty old man?! TELL ME!"

Makarov just shakes his head, and walks out the door. Inside of me, I am burning. I feel like I'm burning. My lungs, my eyes, everything, is on fire. I turn around and unleash a loud roar.

"MAKAROV, DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME, YOU BASTARD!"

Suddenly, the windows in the room shatters and my hands burst into flames. Fire. I am on fire. What the hell is going on? Makarov stares at me with his eyes open – looking as dumbfounded as I am.

The fire which engulfed my hands diminishes in my shock. How on earth did I do that? This is impossible. This is a dream. It has to be. Before I could look up, Makarov stands in front of me with a metal bar in his hands. With a quick swing of his arm, he knocks me out with one hit.

This is crazy. Everything is crazy. I don't know what's going on. All I know is that I am as lost as Wendy. Innocent. Not knowing. Clueless. Oblivious to what is really going on.

My head aches terribly and then, I open my eyes. My vision is blurry and my body hurts. Damn. Where am I? The white walls and cold ceramic floor is disorienting. Where am I? It's so quite. I can hear something ringing in the silence. The silence itself is deafening.

I hear a door clicking and feel the warm air entering the room. The sound of a deep voice catches my attention, but I can't seem to hear what he is saying.

"Hey, kid. How's your head?" The voice says gently.

"Gajeel?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's me, little bro. Looks like Makarov smacked you really hard on your left temple. You've been out for two days."

"I'm hungry."

I watch Gajeel dig into his pockets and hands me a power bar. As I lift my arms up, I realized that my hands and feet are shackled to the ground. What the fuck? I slap the power bar off of Gajeel's hand and suddenly my hands bursts into flames.

"WOAH!" I scream, trying to keep my hands away from my brother.

I probably look like a screaming mad man in front of my brother. The fact that the fire continuous to burn, scares me. I toss and turn, slapping my hands to the ground - trying to stop the fire.

Gajeel tackles me to the ground, trying to subdue me from panic. The next thing I know is feeling of something cold and sharp pressing against my neck. I look at the mirrored wall in front of me and I see it. His hand. It's steel. Shiny and cold. His hand takes a form of a knife.

"Little bro, I want you to calm down." Gajeel whispers into my ear. "You are not the only one who is abnormal. Look at me."

I look at him through the mirror. His eyes are as cold as the steel knife hand waiting to slice my neck. I swallow air and the fire surrounding my hands disappear.

"Good."

Gajeel releases me from his hold. I continue to watch him. His hand morphs back to normal. He goes to the corner where the power bar landed and tosses it to my side.

"This is what I want you to do right now, Natsu." Gajeel continues. "I want you to eat that power bar, calm yourself down, and accept the fact that you – we – are not normal people. When I return in a few minutes, I want you to be ready for what I am about to tell you."

Gajeel does not wait for my response. He turns around and leaves the room – leaving me to the deafening silence.

I am afraid. I am clueless. All I know right now is that I know nothing.

A/N: Thanks for reading the chapter! :D It's shorter than the usual. I intend to keep the chapters this way.. between the 800-1500 words range. The real deal begins here! Let the flames begin! Do favourite/follow/review! I do appreciate your support! 3

-Akaenji