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"Don't drop your guard!"
He swung his massive arm, bashing the pair and sending them smashing into the wall. Several operatives circled them and shoved the beam rifles practically down their throats.

Chris flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He took a moment to look behind him, and smiled. He turned towards the guns keeping his grin. He pulled out a lighter and flicked the wick lighting it. "you know whats great about fuel lines? They're so dame easy to break, and they take the entire building with them." he chuckled looking at Ialo. "Oh and fun fact the gas doesn't have to touch the flame in order to ignite, and even if you survive the initial explosion your likely to be buried alive. It's really quite amazing."

He kicked behind him unhinging a pipe and pressing his foot to it. "you know how quickly I can crush this pipe? and you know how fast you'll sever the pipe if you shoot us? Lets see ... I can crush it in half a second ... and if you shot me I'm sure your gun will do the job for me. He gave and evil smirk as he toyed with the pipe he held at his foot, kicking it and testing its limits. all the while he held the lighter in front of him.

"thats it!" He crushed the pipe causing water to hit whatever had a hold of him then he twisted around making it give off the pleasant cracking noise of and arm being broken. then tossing it to the troops in front of him just to see ... nothing crash into the other soldiers. "... wow didn't see that ... literally." he chuckled and ran up the wall grabbing a ledge then swung to the ceilings. "SUCKERS!" he said flipping the bird to them.

Jewlet sighed wondering if this school was always like this and if she would ever finish. She turned her thoughts to her mother and wonder if she made it home ok. 'Smile and be happy.' Her mothers echoed in her head. But could she smile or laugh with out it forced? She was to lost to do that. She then looked down at her doll and thought of her father and all the fun she had. That just made it worse and she sank deeper into her mind.

Ella walked out f the clinic with Kris in her hands. She felt much better and thank the goods for being a healer. She smiled at the students and teacher as they passed them. She looked down at Kris and so far, from what she could tell, Kris hadn't gotten the vampire gene, but wait a good year or two to actually find out.

Valrie ran up to her mom holding food. "Mama, They gave me all this food." She was a little shock by this, she never really was given that much. "Do you want some?" She asked, but Ella shook her head. "Oh, thats right." She then remember what her mother was.

"then that is your wish." night bowed and followed her to her father, then outside. "I will defend you ... even if it means using the magic stored in that shire Kai left." He looked at her a second before facing the woods again. "you know ... after this the nether realm is but a whisper away for you. It would do your magic good to actually see where it originated." with that night grew silent stareing at the forest just as Danni did.

"What?" Sly said, staggering back a step in surprise. "What is that rubbish?" He demanded, and she continued on, her eyes on his, penetrating. "It's true, and you know it. There was a time when I was your precious baby girl, I was your favorite. You called me your little angel, a gift from God. Then, because the fates decided to put this mark on my back, everything changed. On my fourth birthday, this black magic tattoo appeared, and when you saw it you could think of nothing but what others would think." When Sly would've denied it, she held up a hand, ruthlessly continuing to speak.

"For ten years, you've made it your mission to put me down, to make me believe I'm worthless, brainless...better off six feet under and rotting. You've tried to change what I'm fated to be, tried to make me behave a certain way. The timid little daughter, obeying your every whim...I gave that to you, I gave you everything you wanted, but it was never good enough. I was always too ugly, too fat, too short, too tall, too quiet, too loud...The contradictions go on and on...Finding fault with me became your mission in life." She said, and Sly merely sucked in a breath, unable to deny it but wanting to.

"I stopped being your baby girl ten years ago, Pa. As far as you're concerned, that was when your daughter died, only to be replaced by someone you couldn't even bare to look at. Do you remember that day, Pa, my fourth birthday? The whole family was there, and I slipped and fell. My shirt rode up, and everyone could see the tattoo that showed up. Ma tried to kill me with a butcher knife, Aunt Cecilia tried to drown me in the ocean. Uncle Leonard tried to sic his dogs on me, and everyone wanted me gone before I could contaminate the family blood line." She said, then got to the point of her conversation.

"For a decade you've been stuck with me because of legal reasons. An extra mouth to feed, unwanted baggage, you always said. Well, now that can change. This," She said, drawing out a piece of paper from her pocket, "Is a disownment contract." She said, and Eleanor gasped while Sly's hands turned to fists.

"You can read it for yourself of course, but here's the gist of the terms. I stay here until I turn 18. I never come home, I never contact you, I never knowingly associate or connect myself with any Rinaldis besides Ambrose or Lia, since they live here too. I stay out of your lives forever, and it'll be like I never existed in your lives. In return, you never come to me, never contact me. You do not try to control any aspects of my life, which means I'm allowed to use my magic, and consort with whoever I choose, including the cook. I can live where I choose as long as I attend school until my 18th birthday. When you come to visit my siblings, I will be elsewhere. Basically, it'll be as though we're complete strangers, no contact, no interferance, no nothing. As soon as you sign this, my actions will no longer affect the family name, and your actions no longer affect me in any way. All that's left is the John Handcock from both of you. I already signed." She said, holding out the contract even as, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Cook come out of his shack and start towards them.

Sly cursed under his breath, then took the contract from her, slipping a pen out of his pocket and scrawling his signiature and initialing in a few seperate spots. He then handed it over to Eleanor, who signed and initialed as well. Then she pushed it into Danni's hands again, and Danni in turn took away the teleporation and magic usage barriers. "Well, that's it. You're free of me, I'm free of you..." Now that she had what she wanted, she wasn't quite sure what to say.

Sly finally broke the silence, taking a deep breath before saying, "You...You were mine, for those first four years you were mine. You were...you were right, I did love you. And I lost you the moment that mark appeared. No matter...what a piece of paper says, you're still my blood daughter. I suppose, since we won't be speaking again, that it's ok that I say that...I know I failed you as a father, I know I abandoned you...But some things can't be changed, and I refuse to regret anything." With this uncomfortable admission, he cleared his throat and started to walk away.

"Pa?" She said hesitantly, and when he paused, she took a deep breath. "I know I could never make you proud, but I did try...And I did love you...a whole lot...But I can't change who I am, not even for you." Sly nodded once, with Eleanor teary eyed next to him. In the next instant they were gone, and all she had left was a piece of paper. It was supposed to set her free...She hadn't expected the brief sense of loss that had come with it.

"Right," Danni agreed, smiling slightly up at Night. "I love that descriptions for those two, it's dead on." She said, and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "And hey, I've got my magic again, and if all goes well, my room in the shack. If Cook wants me back, that is." She said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

"Wherever," She said, seeing that Cook had suddenly switched directions and was making his way to the kitchens instead. Damn. She focused on Night instead, cocking her head to the side.