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"it sucks to be me, i live in a house full of immortals and one overbering p***k. They all drive me nuts. He creates disease and great pain, then ruins my shirts. i what i would do to just get him a taste of his own dirt." grabing matt by to colloer, i toss him through one door and enter the other.

"I'd stick with you year through year if you where gay." i chuckeled as i apporached the throne, ready to shoot if any thing were to go wrong.

((....))

soon all hell broke loose, flames shot up every where and water as well. steam erupted, "F**K!!! i Hate STEAM!!" i made a dash for the throne only to find it a decoy. "Mega sh*t"

(( xp Ok, maybe we should get back onto the plot, whatever 'plot' we actually have biggrin ))

Kyfen sat down in a far-off room, and closed his eyes. He had a feeling this was one of Yata's magic rooms, and, as he opened his eyes, he saw he was right. The entire room had disappeared- what surrounded Kyfen now were countless mirrors, all surrounding him and reflecting his childish face.
Screwing up his feature, Kyfen spat on the floor next to him. There was a foul, chemical taste in his mouth, and his spit had somehow turned a faint coppery-colour. Not a good sign.
What's going on? That should be happening.
Looking down at his hands, he noticed they were shaking.
"What's wrong, Kyfie?" He said, using the affectionate nickname he'd always imagined his mother would've used on him, had she existed. "You can't die. What are you scared of?"
Looking round to ensure there was no longer a way into this room, Kyfen pulled at the collar of his shirt, so he could see his left shoulderblade. It was normal- pink, fleshy, Kyfen. Closing his eyes, he remembered the light that had flooded through him in his confrontation with Father, remembered the slight explosions in his head as the voice lulled him.
There!
Opening his eyes, Kyfen saw the marks spreading across his body- as if his skin was the surface of a super-high tech computer chip, golden lines ran parrallel across him, up his face, around his stomach, down his back. He felt his vision fade into white, before catching himself, and letting go of the feeling. All at once, the marks disppeared. He was normal. He was Kyfen.
Shuddering, Kyfen stood up. Whatever was going down, it definately wasn't something to worry the others about. As long as he could control it, it was no-one else's problem. Besides, they had problems enough already. Visualising for a moment, Kyfen brought up a huge, mountainous landscape, before exiting out the door.
Back in Yata's house, he decided to explore. Breaking into a run, he looked down endless corridors, explored several rooms filled with horrors, wonders, and stuff that 12 year old kids should really be shielded from. Finally, he sat down in a corner somewhere, and started to think about how he could help the others.
I need a plan, a plan of action. I need to help these people, who've been so kind to me.

"Being in an elevator when someone shouts,
'hold the ******** you lady, that's what stairs are for!"

But right in the middle of listening to Schandenfredue, Cyrea stopped, clicked off the T.V., and cocked her head to listen. Mortals, and most immortals couldn't hear it, but to Cyrea, it was like a wrong note in a choir of right noises. She jumped up, her personal couch dissipating as she left it. She stumbled upstairs, ran about randomly in the general direction of the distress signal. Eventually, she found herself kicking a door down into a fairly dark room. "Oi, Kyfen. What're you doing here?"

"Who knows? Think he's going into teenage depression early? He does have to live with you, you know." Cyrea smirked at him, then turned to Kyfen. "You OK, kid? You look like you just had a lobotomy."

"OO! Clayron's in trouble! I gotta go watch this, with popcorn!" With that, Cyrea abandoned the boys to go do exactly what she said she would do. She allowed Clayron to see her, but not the strange woman beast. Whatever she was.