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Jaffar was taken down by Skiaska but as he was falling to the ground he spoke."I knew being friends with Jaffar would give me an edge." With that Jaffar elbowed Skiaska in the back of the head dazeing her. Jaffar got up his eye's still glowing blood red as he raised his blades over his head."Now no one will stop the control I have over Jaffar."

Sethe had been sitting with Skiaska after eating. They had been locked in a 'stare into the other's souls through their eyes' war. He was thinking about how to explain his dream, his new choker, his new injury, and his new sound effects...

'I...' then Jaffar came in, requesting to hang out. 'Later...' he said reluctantly.

Sethe had then gone to his room. He sat down on his bed, laid down, and passed out.

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Sethe sat again in the cell. The warriors held their weapons to him. Their spears nearly gouging his eyes out. One of the many days he was tortured was replaying. 'LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMN YOU!' he screamed. 'WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME BE?!'

He screamed a scream that broke his chains, and thrust his hands out, pulling the daemons into the poles, knocking them out. He spun the spears around, and ran the daemons' heads through, leaving the spears there.

He broke the cell door down, and again, the walls transformed, after he broke the illusion. He charged the door, and kicked it down. No one. He ran down corridor after corridor, climbing stairways, and passing more guards. He reached the end, opened the last door, and met a sword to the chest. His left lung was puntured.

'Damn...' he spat out blood. 'Oh... ********...' He rose to his feet, forcing himself up, and walking to Uncle's room. He didn't think Gail could help him this time. 'Un...cle... a little help... friend...' he passed out on the ground...

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Hours later...

Sethe woke in Uncle's room.

'You very lucky you make it here, stupid. You should not walk into swords!'

'It was a damn dream, not like I can control it!'

'Ohhh.... why you not say that?!'

'I WAS ASLEEP DAMMIT!'

'You have good point.' Uncle incanted something that Sethe thought was Uncle clearing his throat out. 'Now you not have such bad dreams... for a while...'

'How long is a while?'

'A good month. Yeah, that should be it. After a month, you come see me again, stupid!'

'You know, a lot of your stuff is run by electricity... I thank you for healing me and all, but now you're calling me stupid again. I could fry your research...'

'Okay! Fine, I get point. I sorry!'

'Okay, later, Uncle.'

Sethe walked down the hallways, and heard fighting over by Jaffar's room. 'What the...' he hurried over there, and saw Jaffar attacking Skiaska. Only... Jaffar wasn't Jaffar... He grabbed Jaffar fom behind, putting him in an inescapable hold, wrapping his arms around the opposite directions, his right arm over his right shoulder, and vice versa.

'What the ******** are you doing, I thought you stopped this s**t!' he said, his anger only adamanted by his raspy voice.

While Will waited for the new Huntress to sit down and introduce herself, he quickly went back to work on his laptop. Hmm, let's see. Gail made sure to take photos of my injuries before stitching them back up. Good. I can probably tell what weapon was used to shoot me with by those entry and exit wounds.

Quickly he pulled up the medical facilities files through his computer. After a matter of moments, he came upon his case file. OK, let's see here. Aha! Recent case history...

Soon he'd gotten the photos of his injuries loaded and placed on a seperate document. Then he inputed all the other data he had about the weapon from what he remembered when he was shot. It's speed. Accuracy. Range. Power. And the sharp cracking sound it made when fired. Soon he had a good basis to go on about making an educated guess concerning the weapon used. The final piece of evidence put into the file was the ballistics on a bullet recovered from the scene of the shooting. Taking the document with all the accumulated data, he ran it through the search engine of the Hunters' firearms database.

Alright, definately a sniper weapon. Narrow the search a little... Large caliber. Wait a minute... A bolt loader? Ballistics indicate this came from a bolt loader?! Holy... Whoever was firing would have to be one hell of a sniper to get that many accurate shots off at that range that quickly with a freakin' bolt loader! I didn't think that the Lunites had anybody that good. Hmmm, perhaps they hired outside talent... But they don't associate with non-lycans. I'll have to come back to this later. For now, figure out what sniper rifle was used. Once I figure that out, it'll be just that much easier to figure out who was behind the scope.

Looking up at the Huntress, Will smiled, that charming, friendly smile of his that just seemed to scream out you can trust me. "Well? Are you going to sit down and have a nice little chat with me or what? Come on girl. I don't bite."

Sethe kept the pressure on Jaffar's arms. He could feel the battle within Jaffar's mind by the thoughts flying through Jaffar's consciousness. He really didn' know what had happened before he had come, but he wasn't letting go until he felt calmness in Jaffar's mind. Not knowing what to say, he just went along with Skiaska.

'Just think of Julia, man! Get over this, get rid of it!' he remembered how hard it was to do that by himself, but Jaffar had Sethe and Skiaska. Sethe had, only weeks before, tried to kill a daemon named Neko, thinking she was like the daemons who had tortured him so long ago. When Neko had showed him her memories, he understood that you can't hate al of the members of a race because of the group who had hurt you, only hate the group, not the majourity.

In essence he had had to put away his darker side to realise that some creatures are not totally evil...

Skiaska kneeled next to him. "He's not breathing! Sethe..." She pulled her mouth onto Jaffar's sucking the blood that was seeping from it, choking him. She pulled him up and felt his forehead. "Fever..." Sure, he wasn't drowning, but he was slowly dying from an overtaking sickness. "The battle must have torn and weakened his immune system. We need to get him to Gail!" Skiaska pulled up his arms and waited for Sethe to take his legs so they could carry him to the infirmary.

Skiaska sighed, melting into his embrace. "Yeah. I couldn't stand to lose another brother..." She looked at Jaffar.

As Will was waiting for a response from the girl, the phone next to his bedside rang. Sighing, he picked it up. "Jackson here."

Carefully he listened to Ricardo's nervous utterings. "Rick, he's going out to off whoever or whatever got one of our informants. And as for the strength thing, he's a bloody Beta lycanthrope. Don't worry about it. Just focus on helping to recreate the security systems. The Hunters from Buffalo can't be here to help us forever."

Sighing, Will rubbed his eyes and hung up before turning to the Huntress again. "I'm sorry, we keep getting interrupted. Now, I'm Will Jackson, and you are...?"