Darkest Days, Brightest Nights

 I have this weird obsession. I don't exactly know why, or for that matter what it is. I just realized one day that I loved the outside. Not only the outside; the shadows that hide those scary noises you hear, the treetops that you never get to be on top of. I love all of that and no one could ever explain why.

     I also get weird feels when something bad will happen. Don't ask why, I don't know. I've always been able to do it so I just forget about it sometimes.  So sometimes I like people and sometimes I hate them. It all works out for the best in the end.

     I never really understood it all. Even when all the mysterious deaths had started I still had no clue. I had always felt that something was really wrong. That was a major mistake on my part and I really regret not noticing before it got to the point that almost no one wants it to reach.

     So basically that brings us to today. In my high school, second hour, sitting there; bored, mind wandering. The teacher in this class doesn't care for me at all, which the feeling was mutual, so I sit here and wonder how this would work. Beware: all names in this are changed to protect people's innocence. I don't need people coming to me boo-hooing about me calling them a dumbass.

     Ms. Bagel slams a ruler down on my desk, ready to lecture me for drifting into the outside world. She grins wickedly, like she's finally found a reason to get me in trouble. "Dusky, what are you doing? This class is not for you to do nothing. Where is your art project?"

     I look up at her. "Project? The one I turned in yesterday and you gave me a hundred? That project?" Her eyes flicker and she grinds her teeth. She opens her mouth then closes it and walks away. Ah how I love to annoy her and the best part is she can't get me in trouble. Sadly, the same can't be said for others. She almost always finds a way to get them into a lot of trouble.

     Drake slid over in his seat so that he was closer to me. He asked with a serious look on his face, "Damn. How can you get away with that when, if I or someone else does stuff like that they get detention?" I feel bad that I'm unable to tell him. I would if I knew but I don't so I'm no help.

     "I honestly have no clue." I say calmly, and then go back to my daydream. Oh how I love to sit in class and imagine being outside in the fresh air. But, sadly, I'm brought out of the daydream by Ms. Bagel yelling at Drake. Poor guy, she hates him more than me.

     He was my best friend, as well as closest ally. He made this school semi-bearable. He wasn’t bad looking either, with his tussle of black hair and his lip ring. He always knew how to make me smile and Ms. Bagel hated it.

     Luckily the bell rings before she has too much time to yell at him. Both of us bolt out of the class and head to our next hour. "See I told you she gets us in trouble," he muttered. "Thankfully Mr. Burn is awesome." He said louder.

     Mr. Burn is actually really cool. He spends a lot of class talking about some of the things he did illegally or his stoner neighbors and the other half pulling out random dead animals to dissect. He is probably the third or fourth best teacher in the whole school.

     The best teacher is probably Mike. He tells everyone to call him Mike unless there's a not so nice teacher in the room, like Ms. Bagel, who would turn him into the Superintendent’s office for "being too friendly with the students." Complete bullshit if you ask me.

     The second best is Mr. Dark. He gets things done but, he makes them fun. He even said that a pen did more work than my older brother, which I think is pretty freaking awesome. I'm passing his class and that proves just how far I am ahead of my brother. He hates me so much now for it too. That just makes it even more awesome. I don't have to put up with his shit anymore.

     Now the one that puts Mr. Burn in the third/fourth place is Mr. Jackle. He's just plain insane and everyone knows it. The school hates him sometimes but he gets the best grades from the students that he teaches. He, admittedly, doesn't teach that much because he gets off track so easily.

     Heading into Mr. Burn's room Drake and I instantly smell death, but unlike Drake, I smell the blood. We have no clue what's going on. I drop my book-bag and run in. I see Mr. Burn, or rather, what's left of Mr. Burn strewn across the floor and the walls.

     The sight made me sick, yet curious. "Drake, stay out! Get someone to watch the door to keep people out and go get the cop now!" I call to him and he takes off. He knows damn well that when I say stay out I mean it. When I say get a cop, it normally means someone is going to die. Which means that, in a sense whoever did this is still here.

     Truthfully, I know they're still here. I can hear their panting. They think I don't know they're there. I plan to keep it that way as long as I can. They needn’t know that they have a fifteen year old girl on their tail.

     The only thing I'm worried about is: no human could have made this much savage destruction of a body without some form of animal. There is no animal here that I can tell and there never was. There's something strange about this person.

     I walk around in the room a little, careful not to step on or touch anything that might or has Mr. Burn on it. I act like I don't know that whoever it is there. I don't know how they would react to the knowledge that someone, who they so carefully hide from, knows that they're still hanging around.

     I can't figure out how they got into the school. I know it's not one of the students, which would be too obvious. It has to be someone we don't know and wouldn't expect. What or who could that be?

     Suddenly the panting stopped. The person couldn't have died; their heart was beating then, both the breathing and the heart beat stopped. I have no clue what's happening or why the air around me feels so weird. I have to get out of here. Now.

     I walk towards the door just as Drake and the cop come running in. Drake takes one look around and throws up. The cop stares, wide eyed, at what's left of Mr. Burn then to me. "What happened?" he demands.

     I look at him. "I don't know. I came from second hour with Drake and came in and this place was like this." I tell him honestly. No need to mention the panting, or its sudden disappearance.

     The cop looked at me, puzzled, like I was speaking in another language. Drake looked at me, confused and lost. "What'd you say?" He looked around again and ducked down ready to vomit again.

     I look at them. "I said I don't know" The cop gave me a funny look and shakes his head. I glared at him, thinking that he was trying to pin this all on me. "What? That's what I said."

     The cop shakes his head again. "No. It's not. You were speaking gibberish or something." I gave him a weird look.

     "I didn't talk in gibberish!" I retort and march out of the room. As soon as I left the room the funny feeling in the air disappears and I feel exhausted. What's happening to me? There must be some explanation.

     I continue thinking about what happened to Mr. Burn, sitting outside his classroom with the rest of the class, waiting for a verdict. We all want this to be some game that he'd set up trying to freak us out, but I know it’s not. You can't pull off a game like that, especially with this many people in one area to see it happen.

     But, that also stands to reason that whatever did this to him couldn't have gone unseen. Maybe it attacked the people that saw and killed them too. Maybe not. This was driving me nuts. All I can do now is wonder.

     The principle announced that the school was under lockdown. He didn't announce why, no need to freak out the students, but he did say that the teachers would be receiving an e-mail explaining what had happened. He also said that if we see anyone strange or out of place at the school then the police should be notified. Too bad he doesn't realize the problem has already left the school.

     Me and the rest of Mr. Burn's class sat outside his room for about an hour before people started showing up. These weren't your normal local police force. These guys were part of the army. Or at the very least they dressed like it. Following them was a guy with spiked up hair and piercings. Now that guy wasn't a solider. He was a badass.

     I'm not just saying that because of his look. I'm saying it because it’s obvious. He has the look and the strength. But he also has something that others won't be able to pick up on. He has that power that made the room feel weird earlier. He's got something about him that left me staring.

     He was the first into the classroom, followed by two armed guards. I saw him turn around and look at every little detail. His expression didn't change, as though he's seen this before. If he has then I feel bad for him.

     The cop from our school went to talk to him then. I don't know what he said, but it seemed to surprise the guy. He said something and the cop pointed at me and seemed to be talking about me. The guy dismissed the cop and the guards with a wave of his hand and turned towards the door. He fixed his gaze on me and walked towards me.

     He didn't seem to take notice until he got a good look at my eyes. The other girls were staring because of him being very good looking; I was staring out of curiosity. Hell, the only reason he even noticed me was because the cop said I was the one who found Mr. Burn.

     The guy beckoned me to come with him. He led me to the main office and into one of the little rooms. He closed the door, locked it, and put down the blinds. Looking at me he said, "Well, isn't this strange."    

      I look at him. Strange? I don't even know this man, yet here he is acting as though I'm someone that he used to know. I glare at him. I know I've done nothing wrong. Or at least I'm pretty sure of it. It's not like I ever had a chance to do that to Mr. Burn and I know for sure I wouldn't.

     "What's strange?" I ask him, still glaring. His eyes fill with amusement. He seems to be enjoying my anger towards him. That just makes me madder and something seems to well near my bellybutton.

     His eyes switch from amusement to guarded shock. This makes me curious as to why the emotion changed. Once again, I haven't done anything. Why is he having these types of reactions? Damn, I hate this. I glare at him even more.

     “Nothing,” he says firmly.

     “What’s strange?” I repeat.

     He waved away my question "Come, sit, there's little time. Danger is near." He sits in one of the swively chairs and points for me to sit opposite him, and then he continues. "Do not ask questions, yet, I need to explain something."

     I look at him, puzzled. Then I sigh. Looks like I'm going to have to listen to him after all. "Whelp, I have nothing better to do so you might as well get talking. I’ll talk if you talk." This guy was a mystery and I need to solve. He looked at me amused again.

     He leaned back in the chair getting more comfortable. "No deals. I’m the one who is asking the questions. You’re the one that walked in to find James, for lack of a better term, 'destroyed'. As I'm sure you noticed there is a lack of witnesses."  He looked puzzled himself. "You’re the only one who discovered it. Was there anything.....odd... about what you found?"

     I growled under my breathe. He's accusing me of this. There's no way it was me though and I have a classroom of people who can agree to that. He noticed my irritation and quickly said, "I know it's not you. That is obvious."

     I look at him, surprised. "You’re going to answer my question.” I sighed dramatically. I did not want to remember what had happened today at all. “When I went in there it just felt" I paused, "weird. I can't really explain it and then the way that everything was... no human could have done that. Not by themselves and there was only one when-" I stopped abruptly.

     Too late. He'd already picked up on it. "Only one when what?" He asked calmly, like he knew I was going to say that. He leaned forward more intrigued with the conversation than before. Once again damn, I hate this. I guess all doors are opened now, let's see if I can close a few by swinging others wide open.

     "There was someone-something- else in the room when I went in. I didn't see it though." I admit. I look at him trying to guard my emotions, block him out. He nods slowly. I can see him thinking. He leans back in the chair and props his feet on the desk.

     "If there was someone else in the room, where did it go? Did you see if it made it out a window or something?" he asked. He kept calling the person an 'it'. It seemed as though he knew something I didn't. Which is probably true.

     "I don't know. The whole school just felt sort of weird then, the person disappeared. It took a few minutes but, it stopped feeling weird. I swear I'm nuts." I conclude. I say it in a way that makes it seem like that's all I have to say about the subject.

     He let out a short laugh. "You're not nuts, yet. Just wait, in a few years you'll be asking for this day back." He laughed again, then realized what he said and swore. He took his feet of the desk and put his elbows on his knees so he could hold his hands in front of his face. I looked at him puzzled.

     He looks at me. Well more like through me. His eyes unfocused and minutes later focused with more interest and a determination. He wants to pester me more, easy enough to tell, but he doesn't. "Okay, you can go." He dismisses me with a wave like he did the guys in the room. I turn and head towards the door. "Oh and if you remember anything just tell one of the cops here at school. They'll contact me posthaste."

     I open the door and go into the office. Walking into the hall I let my shoes drag on the ground. There's something odd about spiky haired guy, I just know it. He knows something that he's not telling. I have to find out what.

     I walk back to Mr. Burn's room and wait with the rest of class. The army guys are still in the classroom looking around. They seemed baffled by the carnage that lay before them. The youngest one looked like he was going to be sick like Drake had.

     Drake walks over and whispers, "So what'd spiky want?" He focused on me with great interest. He saw the tension in my muscles and knew that something was wrong. Despite his goofy personality he knew how to read people really well.

     I wave his question away and give him the look that says 'I'll tell you later' because one of the army guys is watching us.it was the younger one, probably looking for a reason not to look at the mess in the classroom. I say to Drake "I've told you before you don't have to ask for a hug." loud enough for the army guy to hear and throw my arms around his neck.

     Drake hugs me back and picks up my hint that we're being watched. "I know, I know but you've hit me before so I worry." I let go and slug him in the shoulder. His muscles are hard under my fist.

     "You know damn well that was an accident." I give him a dirty look. He knows I hate when he reminds me. "So just shush up already. Grrrrr." The army guy might think that our behavior was strange, but anyone can vouch that we have this argument all the time.

     Drake gives me a funny look I've never seen anyone give me before, and while I'm trying to figure out what it means he hugs me again. "I only bring it up to torture you little Puppy." He grins at me and I'm bewildered. Some girls to our left started giggling.

     Drake calls me Puppy once in a while. Normally when I'm really mad at him though. I wasn't mad at him this time. I look at him puzzled then realize he still has me in his vice-grip of a hug. I try to make him let go, he doesn't.

     "Uh.....Drake? Can you let me go now?" I start fidgeting in his arms. This is getting really awkward really fast. He notices my fidgeting and lets me go. He starts blushing like crazy. Yeesh he's acting weird today.

     Before I could ask why he was acting so weird spiky hair rounded the corner and pronounced "Your parents are on their way to pick you up. You're all dismissed for the rest of the school day. Don't cause too much trouble."

     The guys huff figuring this guy gets into all sorts of trouble and some of the girls giggle wildly. Damn some of these girls can be real whores. I feel bad for some of the guys; I wouldn't touch these girls with a ten foot pole if I could help it. Hell they probably dance on poles all the time.

     We head towards the front office to wait for our parents. Drake was oddly quiet during the walk. He's really freaking weird sometimes. And that's an understatement. Sometimes I just don't get him at all. Why is he acting like this?

     When we reached the front of the school some people's parents were already waiting for them. I assume that the students called them themselves and the school saw the parents and decided it’s best to let the whole class go home. The students that saw their parents ran outside to greet them and head home.

     There were only a few of us from Mr. Burn's class left in the school. Me, Drake, a big jock, and the nerd of the class. We all sat there in silence until a black Ford truck pulled up. Drake's dad. Drake put his hand on my knee to help push him to his feet.

     He turned to me before leaving. "I'll call you later, okay?" He said, then turned away and ran out the door. He didn't even wait for an answer. Yeah he's off today and I don't have a clue why.

     Sometimes I wonder how people can tolerate me. Maybe he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. I really hope not. He's a great friend and I don't know what I would do without him. I've known him so long it would be like a part of me would be ripped away. I look at the ground.

     The jock chuckles. "Well ain't that just adorable." He says it as a statement, not a question. I look up from the ground and see him standing in front of me. He takes a seat a bit away from me, near the nerd.

     I turn and look at him quizzically. "What?" I ask, curious.

     The jock turns towards me and chuckles again. "You haven't noticed have you?" He asks soberly. I start to think this is a game, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

"Notice what?"

He hits his palm to his forehead. "Damn, girl, you ain't noticed he likes you." He has a big grin on his face, trying to keep from laughing. Now I'm sure he's playing a game. I take the bait anyway. I need to know what he means.

"Of course he likes me, or he wouldn't be my friend," I huff, like he'd just said the most obvious thing in the world. Sometimes jocks aren’t the brightest. This guy was probably just looking for any reason to tease me and my friend. Sadly, I was falling for his little taunt.

"No, no, not like that. The boy likes you as more than a friend, girl. Damn you're thick." He openly laughs this time. A little fuzzy feeling fills my stomach. I have no clue what that feeling means and I suppress it almost at once, but not fast enough to make me wonder.

I glare at him. "My name's not girl, jock. My name's Dusky. And I think you're wrong. No one could like me as more than a friend. Don’t poke your nose into things that you can’t process or understand. Especially if it comes to me." Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Fine then, Dusky. Name's not jock, it's Drew." He looks at me, "and I am right. You're just stubborn. Who wouldn't like you? People like cute people. And maybe I understand more than you think, you never know." He laughs again.

I blush. That's the first time anyone ever said I was cute. "I'm not cute and no one likes me like that. So, you can just shush it." I growl at him. How dare he say I was cute? Who did this guy think he was?

"Fine, fine. Believe whatever you want. It's not like you'd believe a jock." He laughs again. God damn, he laughs a lot. He's right, I normally wouldn’t believe a jock, but something is telling me to listen to him. I really didn’t want to think about if he was right. If he was and things went sour then I would lose my best friend and I have no clue what I would do then.

"Dammit" I mutter sending him a side-long glance. He was your typical bulky football player. He didn't seem to have anything special about him. But he did. Just not plainly obvious. There's something odd about him. Thinking about it I never remember him from class.

The nerd stood up and went to meet his parents as they were pulling up. He at least had the decency to wave goodbye. Finally something normal today. Drew slid closer to me and put his hand on my knee. He defiantly wasn't ever in my class.

"I know you don't want to believe me, but serious that one guy likes you," he said with a serious expression. I flinch. There's something really weird going on. I need to figure it out.

"You said your name was Drew, right?" I throw on my calmest voice that I can manage. Drew laughs.

"Aye, it's a miracle! You listen," he laughs and messes with my hair. I smack his hands away and try to smooth down what he messed up.

I give him an innocent look. "Yep, I listen and do pay attention. Which is why I know there was never a Drew or Andrew in my class. And I've never seen you at school either." He flinches. Got him. "Would you explain?"

"I swear I didn't do what happened in that classroom!" he exclaims slightly frightened. He held up his hands as if to offer something to help prove he hadn’t done anything bad.

"I know that. But I want to know who you are and why your here." I demand. The innocent facade is over and it's time for business. There's something that spiky hair and this guy, Drew, aren't explaining.

"Like I told you my name's Drew. I mean that. And as for why I'm here." He pauses, "there's no particular reason. You found you teacher mutilated. I thought you might need something to take your mind off of it." He grins, trying to play honest.

I know he's lying about why he came here. That's painfully obvious. "I know your lying and I'm sick of the lies." I growl and stand up. "My parents are here. I'm going home."

I walk towards the front of the school. Pausing at the door, I wait to see if he tells me to come back. He doesn't. I open the door to the outside world and walk out.

Walking out into the open felt so good. I haven't had time to go out except when I was getting on the bus. I missed being outside. I need the fresh air or I go crazy.

Many people don't seem to like Oregon very much, but I love it. There's so much woodland and free space to run. It makes living here worth it. Even if it does get really cold sometimes.

My dad is parked in a camouflage Chevy truck. He knows that I'd rather walk home, but he never lets me and it can be really annoying. Today was one of those days that I wanted to walk home to clear my head. I need to clear my head. Too much, way too much has happened today.

Dad pushes the door open from the inside. He looked cheerful today. I guess the school didn't explain why we were being sent home. I don't want him to know anyway, that would be too much of a hassle. Might as well keep things silent, at least for now.

I threw my book bag in the bed. I hop into the truck and close the door. While I was putting on my seat belt Dad says, "What's this about a rodent problem in the building?" I almost bust out laughing. The schools sure know how to cover their tracks.

"It was a mouse. It escaped in Mr. Burn's room and the school didn't want us in the room with an escaped mouse. They decided to keep all the other students in their class so that people who had him the rest of the day wouldn't have to worry." I lie, easily. I hate lying but sometimes it’s necessary.

He looks surprised. "Back when I was in high school they sent us out to find mice not home because there was one lost in the school." He shakes his head and turns on the car engine. It roars to life and Dad puts his foot on the gas.  "So apart from the mouse, how was today?"

I chew my lip. "Today was insane. Ms. Bagel was mean again." I say at last. That was all I needed to say for his concern to go from why I was let out to making fun of the teacher.

“Ms. Bagel. Her name doesn't reflect her at all. Bagels are supposed to be nice and pleasant. She's more of a bitch." He laughs at himself. We round a corner and head down a dirt road through the woods.

From here it's about three minutes to where we live. That's the good part about a small town. Looks of woods and few people. In my sophomore class there's maybe a total of twenty-three. At the school there's an over-all count of maybe, maybe eighty-four. Everyone might not know everyone else's name but were not mean to each other.

Ms. Bagel is one of the few people that actually moved here. She's not liked by anyone and she knows it. She thinks it's because she's not from here when it's actually here being the one who is mean to everyone. We've tried to be nice to her, but she always seemed to be trying to put others down.

We turn onto the drive that leads to the house. It was about a half mile long driveway. To most people that a pretty long distance, but around here it's about average. That's another reason I love it around here.

Dad pulls up next to the house and parks the car. Turning off the engine, he rolls up the window and takes his seat belt off. I hop out of the truck and grab my book bag. Heading for the front door I saw Lulu jumping up and down. She was waiting for me.

I open the door and pet my little Husky pup. I love Lulu to death and she's the only one I can really talk to. I threw my book bag down on the floor and walk into the kitchen. Mom was standing there going through some bills.

"So, how was school?" she asks, looking up. I walk to the cabinet and grab a glass.

I go over to the freezer to get ice. Closing it, I turn "pretty crazy." I answer. I use the sink to fill the cup with water. Mom goes back to looking at bills and I slip out of the kitchen. "Come here, Lulu." I call for her to follow me.

I open the door to my room and let her in, then I follow her. I close my door and lock it. I don't want anyone to walk in or over hear me talking to Lulu. I love her to death.

I sit down on my bed and Lulu jumps up next to me. "Oh Lulu, I don't know what's going on. I'm so confused!" She licked my face, as if to say okay. I kissed her nose. "Today was just crazy. I mean, what was wrong with everyone?" I lay down.

Stretching out, I kick my shoes off. Lulu snuggles up against me. "Mr. Burn is gone. I can't believe it." Rethinking about everything it finally sinks in. "Not only is he gone, but he was murdered. And I went in there when I knew that the thing was still there!" I started shaking: I could have died. Lulu presses against me like she knew what I was thinking.

"That thing there was something about it. I think I'm the only one who noticed. No one else seemed too," I frown. Then, I thought about that weird guy. "There was this weird guy. He had that same weird feeling about him. It drove me nuts, and he knew something that he wasn't telling me."

I put my pillow over my head. Lulu grabs it in her mouth and pulls the pillow away. "I know, I know. I'm freaking out over nothing. It was just so weird. Then, Drake he was just," I pause, "strange. He just seemed off today."

Lulu whines. "I'm sorry you have to listen to me complain so much. You're the only one I can talk to. I love you girlie." I mess up her silvery fur. I love her to death; she means so much to me.

There was a knock at my door. I stand up and go over to unlock it. Dad throws in my little black kitten Jinxx. Lulu plays with him a lot and he doesn't seem to complain. "Hey, there little fella. Did you attack Dad again?"

"Meeeeeewwwww" he looks up at me and mews loudly. He's so adorable. I sit back down on my bed after locking my door. Jinxx jumps up there with me. I lay back down.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew I wake to a loud blast. It was my dad's rifle. I hear my mom scream his name and what sounds like the wall breaking. I run over, unlocking my door and run out, closing it to keep Lulu in.

As soon as I look up I feel it. It feels like what it had when I walked into Mr. Burn's room and from spiky hair. I run into the living room. Sadly, at this point I should probably say death room. 

My dad lay on his side blood running out of his mouth. Mom was smashed against the wall. Seeing this I feel sick, but also angry. I don’t know why I wasn't terrified. I just wasn't. Then the thing turned my way.

It was terrible. It looked like someone took a dog and lit it on fire. It was still moving too, its skin splitting and falling off, blue blood oozing out of the cracks. I shuddered. What was this thing? It roared and charged towards me. 

I move back instinctively and hit the cracked wall. I could hear Lulu scratching and barking through my door. The thing was almost to me. I slide to my right and ducked. It rammed the wall and went through, falling into my bathroom.

It had landed in the bathtub. I turned on the hot water and ran for my bedroom door. The thing screamed. I guess it doesn't like water. I pulled my door open and grabbed Lulu by the collar as she tried to run past.

I dragged the puppy back into my room and closed the door, locking it. I opened my window and tossed Jinxx out of it softly so he would land on his feet. Then I grabbed Lulu around her middle and climbed out the window with her. 

The thing was still roaring but was now out of the water. I could hear it hitting the wall as it climbed out of the bathroom. I was out the window and running down the driveway when I heard it roar and crash into my room. I stumbled and almost fell in surprise.

Lulu was still whining, but not nearly as loud. She was scared, and so was I. I ran faster. The roars seemed to stop and that weird feeling left the air. I didn't slow down or look back. I didn't trust it.

I ran as fast as I could and reached the road in probably five minutes. When I reached the road a Dodge Ram was there and spiky hair was in the driver’s seat. He looked surprised to see me. As I ran closer he stepped out of the car. 

"Hey little Puppy. What's going on?" he asked, and then he saw the look on my face. He knew then that something was really wrong. "What happened?" he demands.

     I panted and doubled over, letting Lulu slip from my arms. She laid down as though a weight was holding her down. "Something attacked us. It was a monster, demon, devil, something not normal." I fell on my butt, still trying to catch my breathe.

Spiky looks shocked. He went to the car and opened up the front door. He grabbed what looked like a radio and spoke into it fast. When he got the reply he opened the back door. "Tell your dog to get in then get in the passage seat. I need to get you out of here."

I wonder what was going on, but didn't ask questions. I forced myself to stand up. "Lulu, in." I ordered. She stood up with an obvious effort and hoped in the back. I walked around the front of the truck and hoped in the passenger’s seat.

Spiky hoped into the driver's side. He slides his seat belt on and I got a glimpse of his face. He looked worried. He turned on the truck and started driving down the road, driving quickly. 

"What's going on?" I asked him. This was all crazy. I wanted answers; needed them. "Mr. Burn, now my parents. This has something to do with you. What is going on?!" 

Spiky looked sad for a second, then he sighed. He glanced over at me. "I don't know what's going on. We've never had two in the same day, let alone in the same area. This is all new to me so I can't give you an answer."

I looked at him hard. "You might not know why but you sure as hell know what. What are those-this- thing that attacked them?" I glowered at him. He fidgeted a little and tightened his grip on the wheel.  His knuckles went white.

He stayed quiet for a minute, then he sighed again. "That thing was a demon. It was here to kill, because that's what demons do best." He went quiet and sped up the car. I looked at him like he was crazy, but I knew that was the only explanation. 

I sat back in the seat and just stared out the window. Lulu growled again, she was finally getting over the shock I had just set into. I groaned and leaned forward and hit my head on the dash. "Why me?" I moaned and hit my head against the dashboard again.

Spikey hair sent me a sad look, then trained his eyes on the road again. He didn't know what to say. He looked like he'd never been stuck with a fifteen year old girl before. "Um..... I never introduced myself. My names Wolf." He glanced at me, I didn't look up and we lapsed into an awkward silence.

Wolf looked sad and Lulu growled again. I felt his hand brush my shoulder and squeeze then he quickly let go. I felt bad about ignoring him, but it was chaos today and I couldn't help it. He didn't need me to pay attention to him. 

"We're almost there." he whispers and turned the truck around a corner. Ahead of us were a long drive and a large house sat nestled into the trees. "This is your new home until we figure out what to do with you."

I let Lulu out of the car and looked up at the house, more like a mansion. The property was huge and the trees surrounding the house where dense. Lulu toke one look at the house and ran to the front door. If she trusted the house, then I guess I should too.

The only thing is I don't trust Wolf. He had shown up both times those things, demons, appeared. If that doesn't give me a reason not to trust him than nothing will. He was good looking, with those dark eyes and muscles, but that doesn't make him worth trusting.

"Well, welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home." He unlocked the door and let me in. Going in was like entering something out of a movie. There where Christmas decoration absolutely everywhere, complete with tinsel on the banister. 

"Merry Christmas?" I asked, not as confidently as I would have liked but still. 

He laughed. "My family was killed a while back, by the same things that killed yours. They loved Christmas so every year I go overboard to remember them." His parents had been killed too?

"I'm sorry." I looked at the ground. I must have seemed so selfish in the car.

He patted my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's been a good seven-eight years since they were killed. It's a part of life; you get used to it after a while."

I looked at him. "That shouldn't be something someone gets used to." He looked at me in the eye and I turned my gaze to the ground.

He patted my shoulder again. "It's not something that you should get used to, but it's one of those things that the only way to get through it is to get used to it." He smiled, “Besides, as of today, I have someone to help me celebrate the holidays."

If I could have smiled back I would have. I wanted to smile, I wanted to forget it all and move on. It would be a lot easier to just forget everything. I tried my best to smile. "At least I'm not going to an orphanage. That would suck." Lulu barked. "And I would have to get rid of Lulu."

"You love your dog a lot, don’t you?" He asked quietly. His eyes softened.

I scratched her head. "Losing my parents is one thing, but if I had lost her too...." I stayed quiet for a minute. "You wouldn't have found me. I'd be back there trying to kill that thing."

He looked at me sadly. I felt all the emotion of the day weighing me down, but I still refused to cry. He grabbed and squeezed my shoulder again. "Go up to bed. You'll feel a little better after you get some sleep."

I started walking up the stairs. "Which room is mine?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder. 

He stood there for a second. "Pick one," he answered. "Decide which one you like best, I'll go out and get you some stuff at the store. What do you like? CDs? Favorite color? Type of bed spread?"

He rambled on. After a while my brain decided to quit listening to him. I turned and walked up the stairs, faintly hearing his bid of farewell. I felt numb to everything. I couldn't think I just wanted to find somewhere that I could fall asleep.

Lulu followed me up the stairs and barked at one of the doors, then she scratched it. I didn't know why, so I went and opened the door. The room was a like any other quest room, only with a huge bed.

Lulu ran over and jumped onto the bed. "So, you want this one?" I asked her, when she jumped up and down I knew what her answer was.

I just faded out for the rest of the day. I gave up on life for a few hours and tried to get everything in order. I didn't understand anything that had happened; all I knew was that my parents where dead and no one could bring them back. I felt lost, lonely, and broken. 

I know that my parents don't want me to feel like that, even in their death. They'd want me happy, to have a nice family, to have grandkids they will never meet. I buried my head in the pillow and prayed for sleep.

Sleep really seemed to hate me at this point. I lay awake thinking of all the things in my life that mattered. Eventually my brain reached a subject that I wasn’t sure how to approach. Drake.

Maybe that Drew guy was right and he did like me. I highly doubted it and with everything that happened after I got home I really wasn’t into the whole dating thing anymore. Drake was my best friend and I wish I had him to talk to.

He would know just how to cheer me up through all of this. My family had even pretty much adopted him and I have no clue how he would react finding out that they were killed and I was missing. No one knew where I was except me and Wolf.

Thinking about that led to me thinking about if the police had found them yet or not. I wasn’t sure but my house had probably caught on fire. Maybe my parents were burned so bad no one would be able to tell who it was. Maybe that thing had come back and attacked again. I had no clue and I really wanted to forget it all. I forced my brain to stop then.

I don't know how much later, but a knock came at the bedroom door. It’s Wolf, I thought. I stood up reluctantly. I had to answer it because it wasn’t my house.

Opening the door I was surprised who I saw. Instead of Wolf, it was the jock, Drew. He put his foot in the way of the door so I couldn’t close it even if I had wanted to. He leaned against the doorframe and peered down at me. I looked up at him, positive that my surprise registered on my face.

“Well, looks like there’s another one here now.” He said to me with a heavy sigh. Apparently I wasn’t the only one here then. Another thing that had surprised me today.

“What do you mean?” I asked looking at him more closely. He wasn’t like the jocks at school. He was big, yeah, but he had a nicer air to him, but with a hardened body language.

“I don’t mean anything” Drew mumbled. “You’re not the only one here though. Wolf has taken in a few people who have lost parents. You’re the only girl though.”

I was shocked. “That thing has attacked more people? ”

He tried not to laugh and failed. It rolled out of him in waves. “Maybe not the exact thing that killed yours’. No, probably not, they normally don’t get through that much but, yes they were killed by a demon.”

I lowered myself to the ground. “Oh god. There’s more. One was bad enough.” Lulu walks to my side and pushes her nose into my neck. I began to shake then.

Drew lowered himself down to the ground next to me. “I can’t tell you not to worry. What I can tell you is that as long as you’re with us, we can’t promise that you’re safe, but we can say we will try to keep you safe.” He told me quietly.

I look at him. “Just there’s more. More of those things. They’re gonna keep hurting people, killing them. That isn’t right. Innocent people will die and they have!” I cry out, frustrated.

Drew was stuck between a smile and a frown. “I was kind of hoping you would say that. You see some innocent people don’t have to die.”

I looked at him. “What do you mean?” I have asked that question so many times today it makes me feel stupid.

“I mean,” he say, “Wolf and I, as well as Luke and Zander, we fight these things. We kill them, stop them, whatever it takes. That doesn’t mean there aren’t bad things that happen to use. Zander wears a mask now because of one of those things. Do not ask him about it. Always.” He sighed deeply, then helped me to my feet.

He pulled on my arm, towards the doorway. “It’s time that you meet Luke and Zander. Let’s head down, they can’t wait to meet a pretty girl” Drew winked and I turned my head the other way.

I really didn’t want to go. There was too much to think about and too little time as it was. I need some space to think and to try and relax. I was silently freaking out and worst of all, wondering how my brother would react to Mom and Dad being killed.

“Drew?” I say quietly following him along the upstairs hallway.

“Yes?” he asks, glancing my way.

“What about my older brother?” I look at the ground, counting steps before he answers me.

There was a sharp intake of breathe. “You have a brother?” He whispered in shock.

“Yes.” I say. I look up into his eyes. “What will happen to my brother?”

Drew looked horrified. It toke him a second to think about it. “He was your older brother or he would have been at the house with you but he wasn’t. He will probably assume that the demon that killed your parents got you as well.”

“Can I tell him that I’m okay?” I ask him.

“I’m sorry but the demon will see letting you escape as a mistake and it will come after you again. Anyone who is close to you when that happens is in danger.” Drew sighed sadly as we turned to descend the stairs.

I was in more shock than before. At this point even Lulu pressing her body against mine did not help me. “I can never see my brother again?” I ask.

“Never say never!” shouted a gruffly voice down below. “We don’t know if you won’t ever see him again, right? So when this demon gets it’s ass handed to it on a silver platter then you can choose to stay with us or go live a boring life with him.” A smiling face popped up at the bottom of the stairs.

The guy had to be about eighteen of nineteen. He wasn’t extremely tall but still really tall. He was lanky and had a nice muscular build. Track and field, maybe? Baseball player? Something like that. He had wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He must be Luke.

“So you’re the new girl? Well, only girl but who’s keeping track?” His laugh was infectious and it reached his eyes. If nothing else I’ll at least get to hang out with one guy who has good humor.

“Yeah.” I say. “So, the demon dies, I get to see my brother?”

He waved his hand. “Eh, more, less. Can’t very well say out right. Depends who it was, as well as it’s associates. If it’s well known then we can’t do much. Commoner? Well, joy to the world and all who inhabit it.” He gave me a grin.

“So, it’s like if a druggy gets killed then well damn but if the dealer is killed a bunch of people are pissed?” I ask.

“Looks like someone is using their brain.” Growled a voice from around the corner. Drew slapped his forehead and shakes his head.

“Oh, don’t mind Zander, he’s a jerk. Oh, did I introduce myself? I don’t think so.” He scratched his head. “Well then my lady, my name is Sir Lucas Hinrsch Schwarz. You may call me Luke.” The smile never left his face.

“Your name sounds German but your first name isn’t.” I state.

“Ah, yes. Zander! Ten points to Dusky, if you please.” Wolf rounded the corner calling to Zander. Growling Zander dumped what looked like ten gleaming black rocks into a jar hanging in the closet and I got my first look at Zander.

His arms had burned scars on them, the flesh a twisted color of red and black. He was tall, very tall and broad. He seemed to carry his weight easily and worry a white mask over his face, which looked burned like his arms.

“Luke is from Germany and never told any of us. How did you know?” Drew asks looking at me quizzically.

“Meine Lieblingsfarbe ist schwarz.” Two sets of eyes turned to me in surprise, one in amazement and Zander had stalked out a corner.

“Wolf, Drew, Zander: I’m in love” says Luke. “Ein Mädchen für mich. Finally I have someone I can talk in my native tongue with. Shall we hold the wedding now, or become more acquainted first?” He dropped to one knee, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“Um” was all I could think to say. I pulled my hand back unsure of anything else that I could do other than make it to where he wouldn’t have kids.

“Luke. Hands off,” growled Zander.

Luke looked hurt. “How dare you? The first woman that I love and you claim her as your own?” Luke shakes his head in mock hurt. “I am sorry Dusky, but I must renounce our engagement until such a time Zander keeps his attitude out of it.”

“Yeah, Zander, five points from Romeo here.” Drew says, slapping Luke on the back. Zander removed five gleaming red stones out of one of the jars.

I look at Wolf. “Points?” I ask. These guys just keep getting weirder and weirder, I thought.

Zander laughed for the first time, which surprised the other boys. “Yeah, points. Whoever gets the most has the others as slaves for a day at the end of the month. You get to start getting points now, but whoever wins can’t boss you around this time because of how late it is in the month.”
                “So it’s like, good behavior, from fifth grade? Where you put marbles in a jar and the class gets a pizza party if it gets full?” I kind of understand the whole thing. At this point, just barely though.

Zander chuckles, which again surprises the other boys. “Yea, but we don’t get a pizza party.” Wolf stared at him, open mouthed. Zander seemed to realize his sudden outburst. He turns and stalks off towards what looks like the kitchen.

“Don’t mind him.” Luke says. “He’s a major party pooper.” With one of his now typical grins he grabbed my arm and led me towards the kitchen. “So food. Hungry? I’m starved.” He pulled me harder.

He led the way into the kitchen. It looked like something you would find at one of those really, really fancy restaurants. There was two island in the middle of a kitchen that was about twenty foot by thirty foot. There were three refrigerators in the back and what looked like a giant freezer where the closet should be.

It was so big all I could do was stare for the next few minutes. It wasn’t one of those typical ones. “Wolf you might want to go to the store soon.” Zander says, going from the fridge to the freezer. “Looks like we’re down to about six-seven years now.” 

My eyes widened. “Six or seven years?” I’ve never seen so much food. “How can you ever eat all of this stuff?” I squeaked. Luke stifled a laugh.

“How can we not eat it all?” Drew chuckled. He opened the fridge and grabbed a hunk of ham and scarfed it down, barely seeming to notice. “You’ll realize that hanging out with us makes you really hungry really fast.”

                I rolled my eyes, like I have enough problems. Might as well throw eating disorder on to the list. I don’t think that I could eat anywhere near as much a group of guys. At that second I realized something.

                “I just realized: I’m gonna to be staying with a bunch of guys and I’m not freaking out.” I say, baffled. Wolf laughs, then he shakes his head. Drew rolled his eyes and smiled.

                Luke grinned. “Well I guess it might just mean that we’re meant to be.” Zander growls. “Or that you’ve been to freaked out today to think straight. That’s always an option.”

                Zander growled again. He still kept his face turned away from me, even with his mask on. I didn’t really understand it all. “Um,” I say, “can someone please explain to me what it is you guys do to deal with, those things?”

                The boys looked at each other. Wolf shoke his head and glanced at Zander. He then turned to me. “Drew, Luke, and I are going to go and do some things. We’re going to leave Zander here to explain. He can explain it the best.” He looked at Zander hard. “That is, if he takes the time to do that.”

                Zander grunted. Luke waved and started walking towards the door. “He takes my future wife, now he gets alone time with her. Great, just great.” He looked back at Drew and Wolf following him. “Aufwedersehen.”

                And just like that me and Zander where alone in the kitchen. He hunched his shoulders and made his way towards the living room. I followed him not knowing what else to do. I was in the dark about all of this and it was no fun.

                Zander sat in a low armchair and I sat across from him on the couch. Zander turned his face away and kept what looked like the least burned side towards me. The eye that was facing towards me was a silver blue. He looked at me. “What do you want to know?” He growled.

                I thought about it for a second. “I don’t even know where to start. I just kind of want to know what it you do.” I looked down sheepishly.

                Zander turns his face towards me and looks me in the eyes. Both of them are that silvery blue color. “What we do is fight those things. They’ve not only killed our families, they’re hurt innocent people.”

                My eyes widened. “How can you fight them? My dad toke a rifle to it and it did nothing.” He shoke his head like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

Zander growled again and let his head hang like it hurt. I ducked down in front of him. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

His head snapped up. “Get back! Get away!” He roared, looking like he was about to hit me. I fell backwards onto my butt and pushed my back against the couch.

“S-sorry,” I stammered. My eyes were about as wide as they could get. I didn’t know what was wrong or even how to help and he really did not want any help.

He growled again and shoke his head. I didn’t know what to do. I slid up onto the couch. Zander looks away from me and mumbles something I couldn’t hear. Louder he says, “you can’t use just guns with these things. They aren’t natural to our world. Mostly we use weapons like knives. Sometime we’re able to do other things but that’s not too often and even less lately.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“It’s nothing.” He murmurs. “We get lucky sometimes is all.” He said it so quietly that I could barely hear it. He looks back at me. He notices that I’m still kind of shaken from his sudden outburst. His eyes look sadly at the ground.

“So, uh, that’s about all, right?” I ask. He nods. “Um, well, so. Anything else that I need to know?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Whatever you need to know you’ll figure it out.” This puzzled me. How come he wouldn’t divulge some things that I felt I needed to know?

“Okay.” I say. I didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t making it easy to feel confident asking questions mainly because I wasn’t sure if they would offend him. Drew told me not to ask him about what happened.

He sat there waiting. I don’t know what he was waiting for. Maybe for me to ask another question or maybe even for me to ask about the mask. It was really hard not, my curiosity was raging its own war inside me.

“Do you have anything else to ask me?” He growls, standing up. “If not I’m going to my room.” He started to walk away, then looked back. I shake my head and he walks away, heading for the stairs.

I was left alone in the living room. Not knowing anything else to do I turned on the television. I turn it on to KPTV Fox 12. Maybe it was my curiosity or just me being an idiot but I wanted to know if anything was being reported. I landed right in the middle of news coverage of a burning house.

“-ay that no one was found alive. The oldest child was at work when the fire started. The youngest child still hasn’t been found.” The lady reporter was saying. “Now to Mark with one of the younger child’s friends.”

The screen switched. In the middle stood Drake. He looked like he was about ready to cry. “I don’t know where she would be.” He said. “She’s not here though. I know that.”

“How do you know that?” The screen flashed to show a balding man. Under him it read ‘Mark Fidgy’.

The screen flashed back to Drake. He was uncomfortable, causing him to move his lip ring around. “Lulu isn’t here. Lulu knows how to get out in a fire and they never said anything about finding her. She wouldn’t leave without Dusky.”

It switched back to Mark. “Do you have any idea about why the fire was started?” he asked curiously.

“I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it might have something to do with-“

“That’s enough of that.” Drake was interrupted. The person who interrupted him was Wolf. He was wearing what he had on at the school and had two of the army guys with him. Looking closely, one of them looked familiar. “This is under investigation and we request that you leave children out of the interviews. Now come along Drake, your father is here.”

Drake looked uneasy but followed him off camera. I sat there perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. They had no clue what happened.

The house phone rang. Zander picked it up upstairs. “It’s for you,” he yelled down to me. I picked it up. “If you got it I’m hanging up now!”

“Okay!” I yelled back. Putting the receiver up to my ear. “Hello?” I asked.

“Dusky!” The voice screamed loud enough that I dropped the phone.

Picking it up I yelled back. “Next time you yell in my ear like that you will never have kids.”

“Sorry, just. I was worried.” Drake said. “You’re okay. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

“Well, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” I say miserably. I suppressed a sigh.

Drake sighed. “For me it’s a good thing.” He said quietly. “But for you it isn’t. I’m being selfish only wanting you alive, while mentally you’re probably destroyed.”

“Eh,” I say. “I’ll get over it.”

“I was told not to ask where you are. That doesn’t mean I can’t ask if you think that you’ll come back.”

“I got to get a few things done first.” I sigh.

“What do you have to-“ He got cut off. I heard some noises and an argument but couldn’t hear what was being said, the phone was being covered.

“Hello? You still there?” It was Wolf’s voice. “Sorry to cut the talk short, but have work to do. Bye.” And like that he hung up.

I put the phone back on the hook even sadder than I was before. Talking to Drake on the phone made everything more real. I lowered my head and leaned back into the couch ready to succumb to my depression.

I heard a cough in the doorway. Looking up I saw Zander standing there, his eyes looking at me sadly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “After a while almost everything fades.” He looked down at his burnt arms then turned away and went back upstairs.

He was a mystery, that one. He seemed to try so hard to be mean, then he would try and make everything better. Maybe it had something to do with the things that happened before he came there. I have no clue.

I went back to watching the news. There seemed to be nothing more than someone saying that their cat was missing, the weather, and my house being burned down. The was nothing on Mr. Burn being killed. I guess it got covered up, which would explain why Wolf stopped Drake from talking.

I look out the window and Lulu jumps up beside me. It was getting dark outside. I stood up and walked to the door to let Lulu out. I sat down on the porch as she took off across the yard. She needed to let go of some of her emotions just like I need to. The air wasn’t very cold as it normally is this close to Christmas. Global warming is really taking its toll.

Lulu caught sight of something in the trees and ran after it. “Lulu!” I shout. I ran off the porch after her. A black streak shot from the trees and ran straight at me. It jumped in my arms. “Jinxx! You’re okay.” I say, surprised, petting the little ball of fur.

I heard the front door open behind me and feet slamming down the porch stairs. I turn around to see Zander standing there wide eyed. “What’s up?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “I thought something was wrong. I saw you running. Just, I don’t know.” He looks up then shakes his head again. “Yeah, never mind.”

I was surprised and kind of freaked out. I didn’t understand why this guy was so weird. Lulu sat down, barking and wagging her tail. “Good job, Lulu.” I praise her. Jinxx started purring.

I walk back towards the house, Lulu ran ahead through the open doorway. Her silver tail was wagging and she was bouncing up. I heard laughing. I look into the house and see Zander petting her and looking happier than I have ever seen him, though to be honest, that wasn’t a very long time.

Lulu was bouncing around him and licking on him. I hadn’t even seen her do that to Drake. “Looks like she likes you.” I startled him. I smiled and he slowly relaxed and went back to playing with her.

I moved to the couch and sat down. The news wasn’t on anymore and they had switched to what appeared to be America’s Got Talent. Whoever was up right now already had two x’s and was about to get their third.

The front door opened and Wolf walked in, ladled down with groceries. Luke and Drew followed him, both with hands full. “Care to help, love bugs?” Luke winked at us. Zander grumbled and went outside, I followed.

Wolf’s truck bed was full of all sorts of meats, the cab had breads and frozen vegetables. I stepped up onto the back tire of the car and grabbed bags on meat. I grabbed as much as I could carry, which was upwards of thirteen bags, and made my way back to the house. Drew and Luke walked past me, “Give those to Wolf. He will put them away.”

I walked into the kitchen and put the bags on the island in the middle. It was already almost full to begin with. It looked like the bagageddon had begun. There were empty bag laying across the floor and even more full bags on the island. The freezer door was open and I heard the noise of moving bags. Two more flew out the freezer’s open door and landed among the discarded on the floor.

It was strange. Everything was so simple and they didn’t seem to notice any difference with me being around. They had their own routine and just let me fall into like I had always been there.

“Why does it seem like you were expecting me?” I asked Wolf. Maybe I could get a better explanation from him than I had from Zander.

He poked his head out of the freezer then went back to what he was doing. “We had been expecting someone new to join our little rag tags. Rumor spread about someone who would be from around here and me and the boys were the first to get here.”

I flinched. “So, wait. You knew that this was going to happen? You knew that someone’s family was going to die?” I was shocked. How could they know that someone was going to lose everyone that they ever cared about and they still let them die?

“It’s not like that.” Drew walked into the kitchen.

 "Then what's it like?" I asked, outraged.

Drew looked at the ground. "We can't pick and choose who lives and who dies, we must think for the greater good of the population not the desires of one person. If we saved your parents then millions would have died."

I shook my head, "No. Tell me how two lives can cost a million. Tell me that. Tell me how you think that I'll even be around much longer to help you guys instead of harming myself, like I've done before."

Wolf's eyes betrayed his face. "If you kill yourself you send millions to their death, if your parents had lived you would have never joined us."

I growled at him. "How do you know that I wouldn't have come: How do you know me when you didn't even know what I was going to choose?" I looked from one face to another. "You don't know what I would have said."

Drew looked at the ground and Luke's smile faded. "Do you know what you would have said before all this happened?" Luke asked.

"Yes, I do actually." I told him.

Zander looked up. "How can you possibly know what you would have said?"

I looked at him, "Because a friend of mine lost his family to something like this, I believed that he was dead; now I don't"

Wolf tilted his head to the side. "Why don't you think he's dead?"

I smiled at Wolf then turned back to Zander. "Because he's standing right infront of me."

Luke's shock shown on his face. Zander's face scrunched up, trying to remember. "Wait, Kit? No, it can't be. Night?"

"Yup. I changed a bit didn't I?"

 "More than a bit, I'd say." Zander looked me up and down.

"Rumor had it you died. No body, no evidence, just dead" 

"Does he look dead?" Drew asked.

Luke grinned malevolently, "Depends on when you see him." That made me laugh. Zander glared at him. Luke's grin widdened. 

"So are the mushy moments over?" asked a man, walking into the room. He was tall, lean, and cold. He seemed to only be made of angles, yet he looked like he couldn't be older than seventeen. "It isn't part of the job."

Wolf sighed. Luke chuckled, "come on now Leroy, you know that we need some good things now and again."

"If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times. It's Roy, god dammit." Roy looked flustered. "Beside, Lucas, don't you have enough 'good' moments for everyone? Last time I checked up on you, you were exceptionally lagging in completion of your job."

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