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Evee's heart stopped. The once happy and carefree expression fading into pained and hurtful one . Thinking she heard wrong, she opened her mouth to question him, only to watch him turn and walk away. As Max proceeded on, further and further away, Evee called out his name loudly into the night sky. She no longer cared whether her father, or anyone for that matter, could hear her. Seeing no response, Evee did what she felt was right. Jumping from the window sill, she took on after him into the streets. As she reached him, she threw her arms around his back squeezing him tight, "Max" She whimpered, allowing her tears to flow into his shirt the same way they did the first time they met. For moments that seemed like forever, Evee stood there clinging him from behind tightly, afraid that she would lose him forever.

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Nathanial listened to the howling laughter from behind him as the doors slammed behind him. His pace quickened but didn't quite hit a run. It was more like a fast-walk of shame. Suddenly a voice reached his ears, causing him to stop. Wait, was that Evee's voice? He stopped short in his tracks and listened carefully as the same familiar voice called out once more. Max? Who the hell was Max? It was definitely Evee's voice. He could recognize it anywhere.

Jumping to his feet, he ran forward towards her voice. It sounded like it was coming from her room. He just had to investigate this. Making his way around the huge mansion, he had just ducked behind a bush in time to see Evee run out from behind a hole in the wall with a tear streamed face. His eyes followed her and watched in spite as she threw herself on a boy he had never seen before. The jealous rage grew inside of him, brewing larger and larger. Soon, once he could no longer contain his fury, he jumped forward and pulled Evee off of the boy, throwing a fist his rival with full blunt force in a loud shout of pure rage. "So you're the one that caused all of this! Think you could steal my spotlight and make Evee cry huh? You're a pathetic son of a b***h!" He yelled angrily, throwing fist after fist at the boy with no mercy. As he fell to the ground, Nathanial quickly kneed him in the chest, before letting him fall to the ground to continue throwing out more punches, not letting one jab falter in brute strength. Blood speckled the ground and he grinned, but his satisfaction was not going to be over until the boy was dead.

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Evee took in a short but quick breath of surprise as hard hands pulled her off of Max, throwing her to the side. She stumbled and nearly fell, but managed to catch her balance just in time to see Nathanial running forward and punching Max square in the neck. "Nathan No!" She screamed in horror, launching herself onto Nathan, hoping to tear him off of Max. His arm lurched out and pushed her onto the hard concrete floor. She felt something in her ankle pop and a seering pain rushed up her leg causing her to wince once more. Nathanial didn't seem to notice; he was far too busy in his pent up rage at that point. Evee continued to scream; this time for help hoping that someone would come to Max's aid, watching helplessly as blood trickled down Max's face and splattered all over the ground. "Somebody! Please help him!"

Ron was loving this entertainment. Boring stuffy old men just talking or busting his brother for looking like fool. The value of one clearly out weighed the other for Ron. So he decided to follow his brother out so that he could poke the beast with a stick for more fun. Now, where did my dear brother get off to? he wondered as he walked out side. That was when Ron heard shouting coming from somewhere on the manor. What's all the fuss about on a Mayor's estate? Scandal in the high society? Ron briskly walked over to where the source of the noise was coming from and found Nate beating in the face of a peasant. He watched in dumb struck confusion as Evee was knocked to the ground and appeared to hurt her foot. As the peasant begged for help Ron became angry. "Nathanial! How dare you beat a peasant like a slave. You bring dishonor to our family name! Look at what you have done to Evee and how shall the mayor react?"

This was why Ron detested his brother. The beast hiding within the noble. There were so many of them that it made Ron sick, the Mayor was just like Nate and that was the worst part. It had nothing to do with the recognition, the glory, or the girls, it was simply that they were hiding themselves behind a mask. A mask that Ron just wanted to rip from their faces. "I would never want to match you Nathanial. Unlike the stupid swooning girls I can see the blackness that stains your very being and if you don't want others to find out about it you're going to help me." Ron told him.

He smiled knowing that Nate could never match his wit, perhaps the one thing that Ron truly held over his brother. "If you can convince dad to sign the papers allowing me to join up with the army can sleep soundly knowing that I won't tell anyone about the real you."

That evening Magnus found himself in his fathers study standing at full attention still in his guard outfit he had been wearing that evening. the large man sat at his desk going though his own paper work while he left his son to stand at attention. Trinkets and clocks all about the room made noises that just about drove Magnus insane as he listened.

He counted the minutes as they passed until finally his father rearranged his papers and stood. Walking up to his son Magnus' father was sligthly surprised that he stoood eye to eye with his only son, but he didn't let it show.

"I am sending you to a Guard school out of the country" he said neither man looking each other in the eyes. "you are to report at the school thursday at noon" he finnished, pleased that this would be proper punishment for the boys behavior at the party as well as break down the young mans attitude.

A chuckle came from Magnus and his father turned to see him grinning "you old goat" he said looking up at the baster who fathered him. "you have no contol over where i go any more, they have promoted me to captian sir and i am to leave for the war tomorrow" he said pleased at seeing the man's face turn red.

"You dare defy me!?" his father said reaching for Magnus' throat. usually a man in his postition would be proud of a son promoted to captian and laying his life on the line for his country, but he had always hated his son. The boy's cocky additude and some other unidentified feeling that had caused him to alienate the young man when he had been barely a small boy.

His lunge was cut off though as a decorative saber was thrusted though his gut. Staring wide eyed he watched as Magnus yanked the blade out if his stomach and watched the old man collapse. ripping off a peice of his fathers shirt as he fell. "Honestly you have been a real pain all these years" he said as he used the cloth to whipe the blood off his blade.

"I'm not sure how i endured your attitude for so long, thankfully you are no longer needed from this point on and now i have the liberty to get rid of you" he said taking out a pistol from his pocket he aimed it at his fathers head. "ta ta dear Father, it was nice knowing you" he smiled and pulled the trigger.

Magnus finnished whiping his fathers blade as two of the house servants rushed in having heard the gun shot. They carried their own guns on them and when they saw the master motion less on the floor they drew their guns to point them at the young master.

Magnus wasted no time in slitting the throat of the nearest man as he fumbled for his weapon, there was the distinct sound of laughter in the back of his mind as the mans blood splattered onto his face.

Two shots rang out as the man fell choking on his own blood. there was also the distinct crash of a glass item breaking and suddenly the whole room went up in flames, smiling he turned to the other Servant who had just stared paralyzed by the sight of the slaughter, unfortunately for him he could not be spared by this point and within a few moments the man was lying dead next to his father.

He tossed the decorative blade covered in the servants blood on the ground next to his father, with a smile at the three bodies he exited the room and quickly ran up the stairs. "Mother!" he shouted a sense of urgancy in his voice, it shook with excitement that could easily be mistaken for terror if any one heard. "There is a fire! Mother!" he shouted so the entire house hold could hear and rushed to the bed room where he knew his mother would be "Hurry we have to evacuate! the house is on fire" he said to her. she was still dressed in her evening gown she had worn in to the party.

Smoke was starting to fill the house and he hurriedly grabbed her hand and pulled her out the back entrance where several of the servants and hands waited. "get water, we need to douse that fire!" he said as they scrambled for the buckets.

Although seeming frantic inside Magnus was chuckling. things were going to run so smoothly from here on out, he couldn't help but grin as he watched the flames engulf his old home.