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(A/N: Alright I'm at over four hundred views and have 13 reviews for six chapters, that's way better than my other story got at this point. Have fun reading! Also in the last chapter I forgot to add that he was weak to sunlight on Pearl's list even though I showed that he was in chapter four. I've changed it.)

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Chapter 6: Trust

The group of teens stepped out of Steven's front door and down the stairs. They had all finished their first training session with Pearl. Sour stopped in front of Jenny while the others went on to the car.

"Is something wrong, Sour?" Jenny asked in a concerned tone. Sour took in a deep breath before answering.

"Yeah, there's something I need to talk to you about. I've been putting it off for a long time, but after that incident with Jersey I realized that we don't all live forever. So before I lose my nerve I just need to say that I-"His deep voice was cut off by the Buck laying on the horn. Just like that his nerve was gone.

"Come on guys what's the hold up!" he yelled. Sour looked away as he put his hand behind his head.

"L-let's go; I'll talk to you about it later," He said as he walked to the car.

Buck sat at the dining room table with his head hidden in his arms. He wasn't entirely sure why he had chosen to crash in this specific spot, but he lacked the energy to move at the moment.

"Something wrong, son?" He lifted his eyes to his father who stood at the opposite end of the table.

"No, but I have a question for you," he responded drowsily though you could not tell through his stoic exterior.

"Shoot," Dewy said as he sat down at the table.

"Why did you get Ronaldo to bring me to the lighthouse?" Buck asked in a serious tone not that you could tell. Dewy straightened in his chair for a moment before relaxing once again. He had been expecting this question.

"Well, you see I needed someone with courage; someone with strength and integrity, which of course lead me right to you. You always do what you believed to be right, not caring about what those around you said. You spent your whole life marching to the beat of your own drum. The second that the idea popped into my head I knew that if anyone would be ready it would be you." He finished. Buck couldn't help, but trade his mild smile in for a huge one at these words.

"Thanks, dad," he said in his painfully unexpressive tone.

"No problem," Dewy said as he left the table.

A red skinned humoresque figure flew through the night sky with bat like wings and a ram's head. It dive bombed the team who all dodge just in time to avoid being dragged into the sky.

"A winged creature who relies on its high ground and keen senses to hunt; codename, Azazel!" Ronaldo called out to the rest of his team.

"I have a plan!" Sadie yelled out. "Buck wait over by that telephone pole, and try to get its attention! Lars, when it dives pin it to the pole like you did with Belial! Jenny, stand by and wait for my signal!" The team nodded and took their respective positions. Buck waved his arms at the creature from underneath the lamp post. Azazel dove in and landed, slashing in front of him as Buck barely escaped behind the pole. Lars released the string, and the bolt pierced through Azazel's left arm and into the pole. This slowed him down just enough for Sadie to go on with the rest of her plan. "Now!" She called to Jenny Who met her on the other side of the beast and tossed her the other end of the chain. With the culmination of steel links firmly wrapped around the beast's wings both women pulled as hard as they could which was a little more than it usually was as they could already feel their caine charge their muscles. A blood curdling crack and pained inhuman screech echoed throughout the night air. With its wings now unsalvageable and hanging loosely at its sides Azazel threw the teens away from it, and stood tall. Sour, Buck, and Ron all leaped at it with their blades raised; only to be swiped out of the sky. Jenny swung at it with her chain from the left while Sadie thrusted her spear at it from the right. Azazel caught the spear tip before it could hurt it, and took the hit from Jenny's chain. It shook of the hit and raised its claws to strike at the black haired girl while it threw Sadie to the side. Three arrows pierced its chest, which just barley elicited a reaction from it. Azazel sprinted towards Lars as it ripped the foreign objects from its flesh.

"Shit," Lars mumbled as he discarded his bow and drew out two arrows; one in each hand. "Time to do something badass," He said as if it were a prayer. He started running towards Azazel as well, and right when they met in the middle, Lars slid on his knees in between Azazel's legs and stabbed the arrows through the back of its knee caps. It fell on all fours, having lost the ability to walk and fly in the same fifteen minutes. Before it could react Buck swung his axe straight down through Azazel's skull, slicing its head in twine. Its corpse lay still for half a second before evaporating into smoke and leaving only a green gem behind. Lars gasped for breath on his hands and knees. "I can't believe that worked," he rasped out in between involuntary wheezes.

"Nice move," Sadie complimented while sitting down next to him. He blushed, but you couldn't tell through the red that came from his exertion.

"Thanks, it was no big deal. I got the idea from one of the Assassin's Creed trailers," Sadie giggled at this.

"Leave it to you to make something from a videogame work in real life," She said through the laughter. Lars couldn't help but laugh with her. Even though he had every reservation about taking this job, he now had a feeling that this would be the best summer ever.

It was daybreak and the slightest of lights shined through the blinds that covered every window in Lars' house. He shut the front door behind him and walked to the kitchen counter where he found a note.

Dear Lars, I'm at work. You know the drill.

"Yeah I know the drill, I've known the drill for close to six years why do you even bother leaving notes anymore," Lars talked to himself. A bad habit that he indulged in when he was home alone, which was all too often as far as he was concerned. He sat down on the couch and listened to the silence as it got louder and more high pitched until it was ringing in his ears, and with that he got up and practically ran out of the house.

(A/N: Sorry for any typos; my editor is out of town.)