Here is another chapter! I have not been writing due to my father passing away.

Warren moved closer to cover me, to protect me at any cost. "It was a trap,"

I whispered feeling the surge of power starting to race over every nerve, it is best if Warren was far from me right now. "It was, I am so sorry Warren," it was time we would win or fail but we would not go down without a fight.

A voice so familiar echoed, "How does it feel to be home?" the voice was male and one I had heard many times.

I froze, it was impossible maybe Warren sensed the tenseness because he wrapped an arm around me holding me to his warm body. I couldn't afford to be weak my sister and brother-in-law are here somewhere, "You bastard," my voice not at all weak seeing Kyle give me a nasty look.

"Now, now love. Is that any way to talk to your ex-boyfriend. I know you must hate me for faking my death and all but my master needed me back and well, she wants you and your sister dead and it is going to be my pleasure to do it," His voice was deep, hateful even, it hit me our entire relationship was a game and a game well played until now. He never knew the extent of my powers and guess now it was a good thing. He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, I guess he gets that a lot.

I snarled, "Where is my sister, Kyle?"

"Right behind the door, her and her oaf of a husband. Both way to easy to capture it was very sad really, I had thought Hammer would be a challenge but no, he is such a disappointment," I knew when he lied and this was not the time, she was in the summer house.

"Peace, all I ask is you to get my sister released. After that she better, well she better,"

He gave me a look, "It is best you hurry and get away from me," words whispered as Kyle gave me another look.

He spoke again, "Looks like Death is in love and I can't blame you, not with her. Sadly none will live, well you could she will let you live if you turn. Look around you two to over fifty, you stand no chance, " his hand was out to me a smile graced his face.

My grandfathers' words echoed in my head, some of his last words to me. "If your emotions are a house, your foundation is love. You were born with perfect love in your soul and it will keep you strong. I promise you, little As, if you feel your house is out of order in any way, fix the foundations and the rest will correct itself." Remembering his old frail raspy voice feeling the love I carried for my sister, Will, and Warren sent sparks shooting up every nerve, my brain was on fire as my veins, nerves all raced with power.

I was shaking as I stepped forward, my hand took his as he gave Warren a smirk. "The better man has won, kill him now," it was an order as Peace looked devastated.

I laughed, it sounded cold and cruel "The better man has won, Kyle," he gave me an admiring look, but like it was cut with a blade it vanished. My eyes radiated power glowing silver, my veins a mix of black and silver as I grasped his neck. "Death has won, now it is your turn to die," it hurt me but not nearly as much as it hurt, Kyle. I was a monster, used as a lab rat in the womb, heroes, heroines, and Villians blood mixed well with my DNA, my power was not limited. Like I snapped my fingers my fist enclosed around his spine, his eyes wide and filled with tears and fear, fear was his last emotion. I pulled at the same time I dropped him to the floor, his body was lifeless devoid now, as he should have stayed.

Warren was at my side as I snapped at him, "You really thought I did," but now was not the time as we are under attack. "Get my sister, I can handle them," but that was me talking a big game.

I moved from the porch my hands out as black mist moved like fog creeping along he cursed but went to rescue my sister and hopefully Will. "Come on, only one of me and so so many of you," taunting some moved back in resistance but not all are so smart.

The mist was poison, nothing fancy just paralyzing gut-wrenching painful poison. It skirted up legs causing shrieks of pain as they crumpled to the ground. "You can run but the mist will find you,"

I turned hearing more footsteps but it was my sister, Will, and Warren. Like that the mist rolled back and she was in my arms, "I knew you come," she sobbed.

"But you aren't safe, he was a pawn,"

Her bright green eyes bore into mine.

"He was, I saw the master and it was more than I could handle,"

Sighing, "Who?"

"It was me, my dears,"

I snapped out, "Why can't people stay dead," every word muttered through clenched teeth, my body reacting faster than possible, my forearm pinned my own blood, my own mother to the tree her face the same as the day she died.

"Let me guess, you and our father planned all this,"

She smiled, "Before you and your sister were conceived,"

I shook my head hearing Layla, let out another fresh sob, "Well, not surprised. You made sure you were a well-respected heroine never gave off an odor of evil, you let him use you to create us,"

Her laugh cut me off, "No, only to create you. The only flaw was my getting sick, I was frozen but had to fake my death until my love found a healer for me. Now here I stand,"

"Well, Layla sorry you turned out better than me. I am what you wanted a monster with unlimited power, but that flaw you had created something as well. Your father our Gramps, he installed faith, love, and the foundation of a house," she understood the words and cursed her father.

"He was a fool,"

"A fool, yes. But he was our everything,"

I gave my mother a look, she fooled so many, hurt so many now it was her time to die. "You created this now you will understand how uncontrollable I am," my plan braced on her face as I spoke again. "Layla, cover your ears and face, Warren block her,"

My mother saw her death written clear as a sunny Bama day on my face, "I am not the last, more will be sent," she had no issue with death.

"Not for long, I am going hunting and I know who is sending them. No worries mother, you will see your love soon,"

The mist covered her mouth moving down her esophagus until blood poured from her eyes.

I was a monster but even monster are redeemable.

"You did what you had to, we have to go. This isn't over," Warren took my hand as Will gave me a nod, it wasn't until Layla was in my arms did I feel better, she was safe for now.

"We take out the mantle,"

Will cut in, "We should talk to Seer, not all are bad but we need to know who to target,"

"Warren take Will and bring him to me,"

I only cared about getting Layla healed and fed right now, "I am taking Layla home,"