A/N: Honestly, screw technology. I have to rewrite this part because when copy and pasting it to , I lost the document and both the Wattpad and FFN documents changed to chapter 1. *weeps* Oh well, gives me a chance to make this chapter even better~

I struggled to move my arms and legs, but Alex quickly pinned them down.

"Tsk, you really think I'm going to let you go so easily? We haven't even caught up yet," he said, smiling. As if he wasn't creepy enough.

"So, while you and your pesky friends have been destroying Stiix, I've been doing much more productive things to save this city," he claimed. I wanted to laugh. "To save the city!?" Does he think hiding like a coward will save the city!?

"Hah, like what? Sitting and staring at the news all day? Oh! Wait! Let me guess! You actually went outside for once!?" I exclaimed, since his hand no longer covered my mouth. He made a look like he was about to slap me, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned a bit closer, the look remaining on his face.

"You'll see in time, but until then, you will continue to be blind. When you finally see it though, you will know who's side to be on," he claimed in a quiet voice. I laughed.

"Yeah, the same side I'm on now!" I shouted. Alex sighed, as if he were exhausted.

"There is a wolf amongst the sheep," he spoke, making absolutely no sense to me. Okay, I was starting to get annoyed with this guy. In an effort to free myself and get him off of me, I used the Dark Arts, blasting him off of me. I quickly got up and retrieved a trash can lid, ready to use it as a shield in case he decided to attack. I didn't really like the idea of fighting in a skirt without trousers underneath, but I didn't have much of a choice. I either attempt to run while he's armed with blades, or I fight back. I was going to take the second option, not wanting to run just yet. Besides, turning my back to him could end deadly. Ugh, I really should have stuffed my new staff into my purse. If only I had future vision like Xavier.

I watched as Alex ran towards me, another set of double blades popping out from under his other sleeve. I held up the trash can lid like a shield, hiding my face from the view. I felt the blades hit the lid, vibrations moving throughout it. I had to admit, I flinched when they hit the lid. I moved quickly to block Alex's next attack, trying to keep up with the pace of them so I didn't become sushi. I started to notice that his various slashes were leaving deep cuts in the lid, not a good sign.

Seeing where his next attack was pointed, I let go of the lid as his arm flew towards me. The blades impaled the lid, leaving it stuck on them. His eyes locked on me, he moved the arm with trash lid blades to the side, shaking them. When the lid failed to slide off his blades, Alex cursed under his breath, now focused on getting the lid off his blades. He tried to push the lid off with his other blades, but they ended up getting stuck in it as well, causing him to curse even more. I tried not to laugh at the scene in front of me, showing how much of an idiot Alex is.

Seeing that he was distracted, I decided that now was my time to attack. I started to charge up my powers, but before I could attack, the butt of a broomstick connected with the side of Alex's face, causing him to stumble into some trash cans, his blades sliding back into his sleeves and the lid falling on the ground. I looked to see that the one holding the broom was my father. An angered look was on his face, and his scowl was now much more severe. He threw the broom aside, his eyes on Alex.

The boy looked up, rubbing his head. He snickered at the sight of my father. "Oh wow gramps! You're not gonna hit me on the head with your cane!?"

My father cracked his knuckles, his eyes still locked on Alex. Then, he leaned his head to one side, a popping sound coming from his neck. The same way Morro was popping Lloyd's neck a month ago. The universal sign that crud was about to go down.

"Well, aren't you going to try to hit me?" Alex questioned my father. He didn't answer. He just continued to stare daggers at Alex. He didn't move an inch either.

Alex huffed. "Alright gramps, guess you're too scared to go first. Don't worry, I'll end this quickly for ya."

Both sets of blades popped out from under Alex's sleeves. He ran towards my father and swung both of his arms, only to have them caught by both of my father's hands. My father crushed the mechanisms under Alex's sleeves that were allowing his weapon to function, causing the blades to pop off and tumble to the ground. Alex looked down at his blades, then back up, giving an "oh shit" look.

My father flipped Alex behind him, then spun around and landed a punch on the boy's face. My father began to punch him in various places faster than I have seen anyone do. He even blocked most of the punches Alex threw at him! Finally, to end it off, my father knocked him onto the ground with a spin kick to the face, then stared at him.

My father began to speak to him in Japanese with a menacing voice. The things my father said were pretty explicit, but to sum it up in a non-explicit way, he basically said "If you return to this place, I will rip your legs off and feed them to you." Quite a nice guy, huh? I doubted that Alex could understand what he was saying but it looked like he got the message loud and clear through my father's tone of voice. His eyes were wide and his face was still frozen in shock.

Once my father was done speaking, he picked up Alex and threw him into the trash cans. The boy groaned when his back connected to the cans. It must have been pretty painful.

My father stepped toward him, still wearing his angered expression. Before he could get any closer, Alex clasped his hands together in a hurry, disappearing instantly. I had to admit, I had forgotten that he could teleport. Though, if he is the master of Psion, wouldn't that mean he can do other things connected with telekenesis and psionics? Meaning he could have done more to stop my father? I don't know.

Seeing that Alex was gone, my father walked around me, inspecting me to make sure I was okay.

"Did he do anything to you?" my father questioned. I shook my head. All he really did was creep me out and speak nonsense, nothing else. Though, the last thing he said to me stuck out in my mind. "There is a wolf amongst the sheep." What exactly does that mean? Is it even relevant?

Just then, my mother and Lloyd walked out of the door and into the alleyway. They both gave a look of surprise when they saw how messy it was now.

"Did you use your spinjitsu or something, Karma?" Lloyd asked. I shook my head.

"No, some hooded boy tried to attack her. Unlucky day for him, I heard the ruckus from the kitchen," my father informed them. My mother hurried over immediately, checking both of us over. She fretted over the small bruises on my father's cheeks and shoulders, making my father sigh.

"Lin, I've had worse injuries. Bruises are nothing," he reminded her.

"I know, but sometimes they're more than what they seem, dear," my mother said, kissing the bruise on his cheek. At the same time, Lloyd walked up to me, holding one of the blades with care.

"Did his sword break or something?" he asked, showing me the blade. I shook my head.

"He had some kind of mechanism that made him look like Wolverine...you know who that is, right?" I asked. Lloyd nodded.

I sighed. "Anyways, we're going to have to head back to Steep Wisdom early. I need to tell the team about something."

"Is something about that boy I fought?" my father asked. I nodded in response.

"Well, you may want to call my mom to see if everyone is still there. They were talking about going into the City with the new team members today," Lloyd advised. I nodded, then looked to my parents. I hated to have to cut my visit short, but lives could be at risk. There's no telling what Alex has in mind, whether it be ridiculous or devastating. There was a bigger chance that it was going to be something stupid, but I didn't want to risk anything. I also had a feeling that Alex's statement about the sheep had something to do with it. Whatever it was, I had to tell the others about it, and hopefully find out what it was.

Though, I still wonder how Alex found my home, and how he knew I'd be here.