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“Would you three make yourselves useful and carry something?” Cyn hissed, struggling up the buildings front walk with a multitude of shopping bags in one hand and a squalling infant balanced on the opposite hip. Several yards ahead of the frazzled woman, a trio of toddlers appeared unconcerned with their guardian’s demands; inexpressive eyes watching the ghoul as the struggled with her load. To them the scene was amusing, dissolving them into giggle fits as a plastic carry bag broke and scattered its contents upon the ground.

Half snarling, half growling, Cyn squatted awkwardly to retrieve the fallen good; the weight of Pyrrhus in her arms and the protrusion of her pregnant stomach causing her to over-balance and topple first to her knees and then onto her hands. This, of course, only caused the triplets to laugh harder.

“I swear you three aren’t eating for a week” the woman seethed, still sprawled upon the ground as she debated the best why to stand while still preserving her dignity.

David, who was just returning home, saw this scene through tired eyes, and lifted Indari higher into his arms, before jogging up to the five.
"Hey, miss. You alright? Can I help?" He offered.
Indari gave a little hiss at Cyn and began to chew on her own hand. She hadn't noticed the triplets yet. "Buuuuuuh..."

Cyn rolled her eyes beneath the veil of her ruddy blonde hair. “No I’m perfectly fine, I chose to drop the groceries and caress the ground” she replied bitterly, wondering why someone would even ask such a stupid question. “Take him” Cyn barked, shoving Pyrrhus toward the boy and returning to retrieving the fallen groceries with her freed hands.

Ruffling his crimson wings in a mix of annoyance and attention seeking, the brown-eyed boy regarded David and Indari with the restrained excitement of a performer greeting a new audience. Stringing together several babbled ‘words’, Pyrrhus greeted the pair with a subdued smile.

“Another one?” Marcus voiced curiously, pointing toward Indari from where they stood.

“Looks like” Viktor replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he moved toward David and his daughter. This one looked human, which was good; after all the triplets couldn’t very well goad a ‘freak’ child that was younger then themselves.

“Who are you?” Amelia asked as the trio stopped a safe distance from Cyn, words directed toward the man.

David gasped, a little taken aback at having a child thrust into his arms, but held the child anyway. What a rude woman... He mused to himself, observing Cyn through squinted eyes.
Indari eyed Pyrrhus haughtily, and attempted to squirm away from him. She didn't like the excitable-looking child. And wings? Pah, she hated wing-ed things...
"Buh." She voiced her distaste, glaring at the other child and crossing her arms. She furrowed her tiny brows and poked out her bottom lip.

Throwing the last of the shopping into one of the intact bags, having readjusted the uneven weight the incompetent clerk had distributed, Cyn awkwardly stood to her feet; hefting the carriers and her arms before continuing on toward the building.

“Carry him would you” she instructed over her shoulder, caring little for any objections David might voice.

Surprised by the girl’s reaction, but hardly about to be out-acted, Pyrrhus crossed his own arms, narrowed his eyes into a glare, furrowed his brow and pouted in return. “Mmph” the boy huffed angrily.

Clearing his throat to gain the man’s attention, Viktor voiced Amelia’s question in a louder, less polite tone – “Who are you?”. As their guardian began to work toward their apartment block, the triplets began toward slowly backwards in unison, eyes focused on David, his daughter and their brother.

David twisted his mouth downwards in distaste. He decided he didn't like the grumpy pregnant woman ordering him about, but he followed her anyway. He jumped a little, though, when the triplets burst into his bubble of thought.
"D-David..." He stuttered, avoiding the glares of the three. Creepy kids...
Indari growled at the boy. How dare he imitate her? "Ubabuu!" She blabbered at him, balling her tiny hands into fists.

Kicking at the doorframe with her shoed foot, Cyn scowled at the portly manager who waddled over and opened the door; offering him no thanks as she moved inside, and sparing no second glance to ensure that David was following. As far as the ghoul was concerned, he would be doing her a favour if he decided to run off with the monsters.

“Do you like here D-David?” Amelia asked, deliberately stuttering over his name in attempts to mock him.

“Why haven’t we seen you before?” Marcus chimed in, regarding the boy with dark eyes and crossed arms.

“Who is she?” Viktor demanded, pointing toward the growling baby.

Balling his own hands into fists and poking his tongue out toward Indari, directly defying her attempts to intimidate him, Pyrrhus’s expression returned to an annoyed glower.

David's frown deepened at the triplets. Nasty. "I've lived here four years, so yeah I guess...umm, I don't usualy go out and this is Indari." He managed to gasp out, shocking himsel by rememebering all three questions.
Indari didn't like this at all, not at all. Her expression crumpled into a red, upset one, and tears and screams threatened to explode from her any second.

“Where did she come from?” Viktor asked, knowing without question that Indari wasn’t David’s real child. She was like them, only they were better.

“Why don’t you go out?” Amelia enquired curiously, watching the boy expectantly.

“Are you afraid?” Marcus posed, smirking.

Holding his breath to force redness into his own cheeks, panting heavily and gasping for air a moment later; Pyrrhus contorted his lips into a sad frown, scrunching up his face to try and force tears from his own eyes. He would ultimately fail of course, thinking of their mimicry only a game and not something to become upset over.

David gulped. Scary, and demanding. "I found her...and I get tired real easy, and..." he struggled to recall the final question, "Yeah," He said unsurely, not really remembering what he'd been asked.
Indari gasped in horror. He was /imitating/ her! The nerve! "AAAGA!" She screeched, tears welling in her eyes.

“Why do you get tired so easily?” Amelia asked, continuing to move backward toward the door.

“Found her where?” Marcus added, watching Indari with a frown.

“Do we scare you?” Viktor sounded delighted as he posed the question, smiling darkly at David’s gulp.

“ARRGGHHA” Pyrrhus imitated with no less enthusiasm, reaching to prod Indari in the arm with his still fisted hands. The girl was certainly good at coming up with new things to copy, ensuring that the phoenix boy was thoroughly enjoying himself.

David shook his head. "One at a time, please!" He begged. It was getting too much, and he could feel the headache from Indari's earlier tantrum growing. "I found her on my bed, with a note, okay?"
Indari squirmed angrely. Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! She wanted to scream. Instead, she babbled loudly, swinging her fists at the boy.

In unison the triplets snorted in annoyance and disgust, unable to comprehend why he was remember and answer their questions without the need to repeat them.

“Do we scare you?” Viktor repeated, slower this time; ensuring each word was pronounced so that David would hear and understand this time around.

Shooting the man a glare, irritated that he hadn’t answered her, Amelia turned and opened the apartment door to which they had all but backed into.

“You had a note? We didn’t have a note” Marcus murmured aloud, shrugging as he moved inside.

As fists were swung in his direction, Pyrrhus blinked several times in surprise; sensing that pseudo punches weren’t meant in jest. Beating his wings angrily, creating a rapid breeze in the process, the boy growled and kicked toward the girl with his feet; actions baring the same malice as hers.

David looked a little offended at being spoken to in such a way, but nodded, if only to please the boy. "Y-yeah, a little..." He mumbled. "Hey, you two!" He cried out, realising why the babies had been making so much noise.
Indari screeched in anger at the retaliation, and beat at his legs as hard as she could.

“Why do you get tired so easily?” Amelia called from the day, revoicing her earlier question in an impatient tone. Maybe this time his slow mind would be able to comprehend and answer, in turn meaning that Amelia wouldn’t have to repeat herself once more. Tapping her foot idly as she held the door, the toddler shot David a look that silently spoke ‘if you don’t get inside now, I’m closing the door’.

Pyrrhus’s eyes appeared ablaze with anger, testifying to the fiery beast that had graced the scroll from which he had come; an avian like squawk passing his lips as he returned the kicks. He wasn’t about to allow this girl to out-do him under any circumstances.

David shrugged, "I'm sorry, but I really don't know...trust me, I wish I did..."
Indari gave a pained howl and beat harder, tears pouring down her angry little face now.
"UWAWAWAAAARGH!!" She screamed.

Dumping the grocery bags haphazardly on the kitchen bunch, Cyn breathed a sigh of relief at the reprieve she was being given from the monsters that had invaded her home; the peaceful moment shattered as a piercing cry issued from downstairs. “What the ********?” the woman muttered irritably, slamming the door sharply as she headed back to the lobby.

Unimpressed with the lack of answer she received, Amelia huffed and headed inside; caring little about whether the door hit David on this way through.

Continuing to squawk and screech in equal volume with Indari, the winged infant leant forward and added his balled fists to the fray of kicking limbs. Chestnut eyes narrowed themselves into a glare of anger and annoyance; mind stuck on the notion of ‘she had started this, but he was going to finish it’.

David was trying his very best to ignore the screaming children, but it was become near impossible as they began attacking each other, quite violently for children.
"Hey! Hey! Cut that out!" David cried, trying to seperate them as best he could. That proved impossible at best, also.
Indari howled in pain as one of the pheonix child's fists came in contact with her arm. She screamed and sobbed and lashed back out at him.

Finally, in spite of his attempts to the contrary, Pyrrhus broke into a flurry of tears; Indari’s feet and hands impacting with the softer parts of his body. Echoing the girl’s screams, the boy continued to fight back; cries ending in a startled wail as Pyrrhus was seized and lifted sharply from behind.

“I don’t know if you aware of this” Cyn hissed condescendingly, “but they don’t understand s**t at this age, although I would have thought even the most moronic would know that – but I guess not”

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, unable to believe that someone could be so ignorant, Cyn turned to head inside; catching a glimpse of the triplets at they headed toward the elevator. “Are you coming? Or are you happy to stand around looking like an idiot?” the woman posed, tapping her foot impatiently.

Now in his mother’s arms, Pyrrhus continued to sniffle; chestnut eyes casting glares in Indari’s direction.

David held Indari close and rocked her gently, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry...I didn't know what to do..." He shrugged and pet Indari's back gently, trying to get her to calm down.
Indari wasn't giving up. She screamed and screamed, tears pouring down her chubby little face.

“It’s not rocket science” Cyn retorted, releasing the door and heading down the corridor. Reaching the elevator just as the door hissed shut, sealing the amused triplets inside, the woman growled and slammed an open palm into the metallic doors. “******** monsters” she seethed, now doomed to spend several more minutes with the clueless male; even longer if the trio insisted on pressing every button on the display.

After a moment of extended silence, Cyn gruffly uttered – “Why are you raising a child? What are you, like twelve?”. With the continuation of Indari’s screams, the ghouls jaw tightened in withheld frustration. If the child didn’t shut her trap shortly of her own will, Cyn would do it for her.

Aware of his guardian’s predisposition toward crying, Pyrrhus continued to regard Indari with narrowed eyes. The girl was certainly a drama queen, but there was a limit on how far one should take it.

David huffed a little again, bundling Indari up and watching the elevator with only vague interest. Today had been far too long. A long day stretched out with a rolling pin, then pounded with a tenderiser.
"Fourteen," David mumbled, "And I didn't choose this...she just kind of...showed up."
Indari's wailed subsided into pituful whimpering, as though whispering in David's ear the torture she had endured at the hands of the pheonix boy.

“Sounds familiar” Cyn muttered darkly, narrowing her eyes and huffing to herself. The triplets had turned up under similar circumstances, and the woman was still struggling to cope with their arrival. With Indari’s wailing quietening, Cyn allowed her jaw to unclench; moving the muscle and bone in a slow circle to unstiffen them. “Fourteen” the ghoul uttered, sounding part way between disgust and suspicion, “why the ******** are you living here, not with your parents and s**t?”

Grunting, as if to express his loathing of Indari’s whimpering, Pyrrhus continued to glower toward the other infant. She had given as good as she had gotten, and the phoenix child wasn’t about to think otherwise.

David winced away a little.
The sensitive spot was hit, and the day went from long, to difficult.
"They...died." He whispered, hefting Indari higher into his arms. "A while ago...I've been living here alone since."
Sensing sensitivity, Indari quietened more and shufled closer to David. For comfort?

If David had been expecting Cyn to suddenly reveal a softer, gentler side at his revelation, then he was to be sorely mistaken. “And?” the woman questioned, quirking brow and shifting Pyrrhus to her other hip. “Oh wait, let me guess, you’re one of those people who cared about their parents or had their parents care about them – right?” Cyn continued, scoffing as if the notion were ludicrous.

Ignoring Indari and her rapidly changing emotions, Pyrrhus clung loosely to his mother’s clothing; the child silently wondering when they would be rid of the drama queen infant.

David nodded a little, eyes shimmering. He wasn't going to cry, not now. He'd shed as many tears as he had to spare for his parents already.
"Yeah, kinda," He mumbled, looking away.
Indari gurgled sympatheticly and pawed at David with her tiny fingers.

“Yeah kinda? Cryptic much?” Cyn mumbled angrily, squaring her shoulders and stomping into the elevator as it returned to the ground floor. The triplets were no where in sight, although the ghoul hadn’t suspected they would be. Pressing the button for the third floor, Cyn idly held to door and shot David an impatient look; one that said if he were coming, he should best hurry up.

“You’re not going to cry are you?” Cyn asked with disgust, narrowing her eyes at the boy. She didn’t do crying, never had and never would.

David shook his head and wiped his eyes, jogging up to the elevator, Indari bouncing in his arms. "Do they do this often?" He asked, looking at Indari as though hoping she wouldn't be the same.
Indari stuffed a fist into her mouth and closed her eyes, pleased with herself.

Cyn shook her head, allowing the doors to close and waiting for David to choose his floor. “Their usually worse” the woman grumbled in response, curling her upper lip at the words, “much, much worse”. Despite the manner in which her words were delivered, there was little doubt that the ghoul wasn’t exaggerating; and in time David would probably come to realise that for himself.

Smirking as she noticed the look that teenager directed toward Indari, Cyn drawled amusedly – “Judging from her earlier ‘episode’, I expect you’re going to have some issues with her”

David hefted Indari higher into his arms, a look of worry coming across his face.
Indari whined grumpily and curled into him further. Tired. Now. Home, NOW! "Maaaaah..."
David reached out a pale, weak hand, and punched in the top floor, dropping his hand to his side and shutting his eyes at the exertion.

The lift whirred into noisy motion, drawing itself slowly upward until it reached its first stop – the third floor. Without sparing David a backward glance Cyn vacated the tiny compartment, finding herself relieved to rid of the boys presence. “Good luck with that monster” the woman offered over her shoulder, a smirk upon her lips. Without another word she headed down the hall and back to her apartment.

The triplets went into their room and closed the door behind them, that's when there was a bright yet dark light that could be seen through the creeks of the door that closed the way two.
After the light left sinister giggling could be heard from the room.
"Wait till our dear old mother sees us now...." Says Amelia in a dark voice.
"I agree...." Said Marcus.
"This will be much fun... Now on the count of three.... 1....2....3!" Said Viktor.
Than at the same time the triplets all called out.
"Ohhh MOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!" They said, little smirks on their faces.

The three all continued to smirk as they answered their 'mother'....
"We" Said Amelia.
"Don't" Said Marcus.
"Really" Said Viktor.
"Give a CRAP!" All three of them said at the same time as they kept their smirks still and they started to slowly snicker away......

The slam of the door announced their arrival, the sharp noise followed by the sound of heavy boot steps as Cyn approached the reception desk. Having had her fair share of insolent receptionist the woman was quick to get the ball rolling, demanding – “We have an appointment. The monsters need their medical card for school”

With dark expressions the triplets followed their guardian, baring mixed feelings toward today’s visit. They had never been to a doctor before, but had seen various movies and TV shows about how crazed and power-happy medical professionals often were. At least they had one thing on their side – numbers.

The secretary jumped up from working on the computer, wide green eyes staring at the rather rude Cyn.
Quickly grabbing a file as to not make the woman any more impatient than she looked she gave and eye to eye stare.
Oh, uh okay! Can you just tell me the names of your three kids please mame?
She said as quick as oil ignighted fire.

Huffing, Cyn crossed her arms. “How many other sets of triplets do you have on your books?” the woman barked, lips thinning into a scowl. “Their names are Viktor, Amelia and Marcus” Cyn finally conceded, continuing to sound rather irritated.

Stretching to see up over the counter, Viktor fixed an unreadable expression on the startled secretary. At his side, Marcus and Amelia lent against the bench, turned to face the entrance and the path that lead to the doctors’ offices.

The secretary answered with no time lost as she found the names on the computer.
Oh! Yes okay! There they are, your doctors will be here very shorty! And actually we do get many triplets mame! Okay! Uh you may go and sit down and take this!
Said the secretary as she almost more threw the lollypops to the four than handed them.

Cyn snorted, hardly believing the woman’s claims as she seized a lollipop and stalked to the seats in the waiting room. Unwrapping the concentrated morsel of sugar and popping it into her mouth the ghoul sucked heavily upon it; the lolly being the closet thing she had had to a cigarette since waking up pregnant.

Sliding down the reception desk to sit at its base with lollipops, Marcus and Amelia doing the same, Viktor continued to scope the room cautiously. These doctors weren’t about the get the drop on them despite being in the den of the ‘enemy’, the triplets would make sure of that.

After a couple minutes of waiting two elves walked into the waiting room and started to talk to the secretary. They than turned around and walked over to Cyn and the triplets one male doctor and one female doctor, but as said before ELVES.
Hello there Ms. Cyn, my name is Doctor Fredrick. Said The male doctor.
And I'm Doctor Grace!
Said The female doctor.
We will be your childrens doctors. I'll be taking Amelia and Fredrick who you can call Doctor Fred will be taking Marcus and Viktor.

As the doctors approached they were greeted by a trio of dark glares, expression that only increased as the triplets received news that they were to be separated. This hadn’t been a part of their plan, and greatly impacted upon their ability to present a united front against the doctors; something they wouldn’t tolerate. Moving closer to one another the triplets linked arms, fixing defiant eyes toward Dr. Fredrick and Dr. Grace.

“Can we get this over with?” Cyn barked, struggle back to her feet and levelling her gaze at the pair of elves. Catching Amelia by the wrist and rather forcefully prying her away from her brothers, ignoring the trio’s cries of protest, the impatient woman motioned for the female doctor to speed things along.

Growling at Cyn, but resigned to their fate, Viktor offered Amelia a confident look and tapped his forehead. Even though they were apart, they were still connected; perhaps that will still give them an edge.

Dr. Grace felt bad for Amelia as she was pryed away from her two brothers, she gave an upset frown towards Dr. Fredrick as she walked away with Amelia.
I'm sorry about getting seperated from your brothers, but I promise you that you'll see them again as soon as possible.
She said, a tone of care in her voice.
Dr. Fredrick than motioned Viktor and Marcus to follow him to another room, pretty much telling them that their sister would be seen soon, he than turned around to look at Cyn.
Ms. Cyn, you have three choices, you may come with me or Dr. Grace or you may sit here in the waiting room. But I do suggest staying here since you seem to be in much pain at the moment from pregnancy. Please feel free to ask of anything from our secretary if needed to make you feel any what more comfratable.
He said as kindly as he possibly could hoping that she knew that he was being serous and that he did hope the best for her.

“We’re always together” Amelia replied simply, not glancing to the doctor but keeping her eyes firmly affixed on the path ahead of her. A small smile played upon the girl’s lips, her pale fingers lifting to tap against her right temple before falling back to her side once more. Dr. Grace would either understand her meaning or remain ignorant, either way it mattered little to Amelia; and the girl could draw comfort from the warning she had delivered.

Marcus and Viktor moved without question, although their sullen expressions remained fixed on their faces. The two boys remained silent as they entered the doctor’s office, listening with their minds in case Amelia needed them.

“Suits me” Cyn replied, a note of relief in her voice. Viktor, Amelia and Marcus were old enough to face the doctor’s on their own; and frankly Cyn had had enough of medical professionals to last her a lifetime.

Dr. Grace gave a nod to Amelia.
Well than, I'll try to make this check-up as quick as possible, oh! Here we are. You can just have a seat right over there!
She said as they walked into the room and pointed to the bed thing with the paper on it.

After a little bit of walking Dr. Fredrick finally got to his room and opened the door, motioning the boys to come in and to sit on the bed thing (I have no idea what it's called).
He than turned around and grabbed a clipboard, attaching a piece of paper to it and than looking back up at the two.
Before we get started I just want to ask a couple very quick questions. So how old are you two, since your both probably the same age.

With her gaze still high and defiant, Amelia boosted herself onto the examination table in the middle of the room. Watching Dr. Grace with her keen, golden orbs as the elf moved, the girl’s hands tightened against the edges of the padded table as she waited; nerves and apprehension threatening to spill into her features.

As Amelia had, Viktor and Marcus hoisted themselves onto the bed and waited. They continued to remain silent, taking in the room around them with meticulous attention to detail. Upon being asked a question the boys looked to each other questioningly, before Viktor finally answered – “We’re eight”

Dr. Fredrick nodded as he wrote down the age and looked back up.
Do you have another guardian or is it just your mother?

Dr. Grace quickly asked much of the same questions and once they were done she took out a hammer like object and walked over to Amelia.
Now I will first check to see how your reflexes are. I'm just going to tap this onto your knee, if it bounces up both times that I hit both of your knees than everything is fine!
She said as she quickly tapped the object on both of Amelia's knees.

“She isn’t our mother” Viktor replied sharply, eyes darkening a notch, “she’s just our guardian”. A tinge regret, longing, laced his tone, but it was quickly dispelled as he quickly added – “There’s Orpheus, but we don’t see him much”

Moments after the instrument tapped was sharply into her knees, Amelia’s limbs responded by bouncing upwards; much to the child’s satisfaction. She was different from more children, faster, stronger and possessed sharper reflexes; something she owed entirely to her genetics. Slowly, as if reluctant to leave, Amelia felt some of her anxiety ebb away.

When a similar test were to be conducted in the near identical room in which Viktor and Marcus found themselves, their responses would be akin to their sisters; their limbs responding swiftly to the stimulus.

Dr. Fredrick jumped a bit from the response and nodded.
Well, I'm sorry. We don't get to know everything about you! That's why these questions are asked. Okay the last question is do you ever have any pains that you don't know about?

Dr. Grace gave a shocked face at how quickly Amelia's reflexes were.
My... I've never seen such strong reflexes! I can tell that you'll grow up to be a very healthy young lady one day!
She said smiling at Amelia as she turned around to do the next test.
After she was done writing down some notes she walked back over to Amelia holding a new object.
This object had a ball shaped object at one end, which looked like it could be squeezed, attached to it was a rubber like wire, but it looked as if air could go through it which lead to the other end.
The other end held a long rubber object which looked as if it could go around someone's wrist.
Okay! For our next test, I'm going to check to see how good your blood pressure is.
She said as she wrapped the object around Amelia's wrist and started to squeeze the other end with air making the object tighter.

“What sort of pains?” Viktor asked, offering the doctor a puzzled expression. As far as he could remember, neither he or his siblings had experienced any phantom pains; and after considering the question a moment long, both Viktor and Marcus shook their head in unison.

Noticing the expression of shock on Dr. Grace’s face brought a dark smirk to Amelia’s lips, realisation dawning upon her that the doctor had little idea as to what she truly was, or was at least in part. Continuing to follow the doctor with her eyes, which radiated not only hidden anxiety but also a mixture of curiosity and cunning, Amelia gauged the woman with the look of a fledgling predator. The dark mark upon her countenance soon vanished in the face of the new instrument, replaced instead with the girl usual impassive mask. As the blood pressure tester was slipped over her arm, Amelia’s grip upon the examination table tightened, continuing as the object tightened around her arm.

Dr. Fredrick looked up and responded.
Hmmm, how could I explain, oh! I know. Well like constant chest pains for example or maybe always having trouble moving your legs. Waking up with a bad neck. That type of stuff. Just want to double check with you two since you seemed a but unsure of yourselves.

Dr. Grace soon finished with her blood pressure and took the object off, writing down a few more notes and than putting the object away she grabbed a new object yet again.
This time it had a light attached to it.
Okay, now I'm going to check your eyes and ears.
She said as she turned on the light and looked at both of her ears, she than quickly moved the object towards her eyes checking both. Once both eyes and and ears were checked she turned the light off and put it away, writing down some more notes.

Even now, with a clearer understanding, both Marcus and Viktor shook their head once more. They were strong, stronger then they looked, and didn’t get aches and pains like that without a reason; at least that was what they believed.

Amelia remained quiet, nodding only briefly to show that she had heard and understood. As the light was shined in her ears the girl suppressed a wince, the p***k of light causing a sharp ache in the skin it had touched; but when the light moved to her eyes the sensation was much more intense. In response to the brightness Amelia’s pupils contracted, becoming mere pin-pricks amidst her iris; and it was only through summoning the unravelling threads of her resolve that the girl managed to remained fixed on the table. When the light was finally taken away, Amelia breathed and audible sigh of relief, pale hands lifting to rub at her eyes.

Dr. Grace have a little sigh.
When I was a little girl I never liked the test with the eyes either. It hurt my eyes every time, but it's a manditory test, for pupils but you'd think they would leave that job for the eye doctor!
She said with a little shake of her head.
Well there is only a few more tests left to go! Now if you could please stand on the machine over there so that I could write down your height and weight.

Dr. Fredrick nodded and wrote down that they did not feel such pains.
Welp! That's it for the questions now lets get on to the tests, shall we?
He said getting up.

“Really bright light always hurts me eyes” Amelia explained in a monotone, pushing off the examination table and walking toward the scales. “I like to dark better” the girl continued, standing still and straight as she waited for Dr. Grace to write down her results.

As the doctor moved around them, conducting on test after another, Viktor and Marcus followed instructions; moving as they would need to, extending limbs and allowing their appendages to respond at will. Much like Amelia, the boys winced beneath the brightness of the light, blinking several times to clear their blurred vision once the tool had been removed.

“Are with healthy?” Marcus asked curtly, already believing that he knew the answer to his question.

Dr. Grace nodded towards Amelia.
Yep, I pretty much know what you mean, bright light hurts all eyes, especially when it's put right in front of them. I especially hate it when it's too bright outside from the sun. It makes it almost impossible to see and you have to squint which starts to hurt after some time. So, to tell the truth I prefer the dark more too when it comes to your eyes, they feel so comfratable when no light is around.
She said as she moved the top of the machine until it was even, she wrote down some notes and than took out a ruler from the machine measuring her height.
After that she asked Amelia to stand on the ground and to lean over so that she could check her spine. After these tests were over and Dr. Grace finished writing down her notes she looked up and smiled.
Okay Amelia! I've got good news which I think you'll like, A LOT, and a bit of bad news which you will either not care about or may be a little frightened. Now the good news is that we are to the last test. The bad news is that the last test is that you have to get two different types of shots.

Dr. Fredrick looked up at Marcus after he finished another test.
Healthy? Why! Of course you are! You two are very healthy! And I bet your sister is much the same right now too! Now! We have one last test! Both of you need to get two different types of shots each.
He said flipping some papers which were on his clipboard.

Stepping off the machine and bending down toward her toes; Amelia straightened once the doctor had finished her examination. She made no further comment about the sensitivity of her golden orbs, and showed little care for the elf’s own vision issues. Upon hearing the news that the tests were almost over, and that soon she would be free of the doctors lair, the girl suppressed a hearty sigh of relief, a task made easier at news she was to receive two shots.

“What do I need shots for?” Amelia demanded, backing up several paces until her back was against the wall. Images of white-clad doctors brandishing needles, gleaming in their large and lethal glory, swam before her eyes; serving to only double her panic.

In the other room, Viktor and Marcus appeared un-phased by the news of the shots, but then they had each other to weather the blow. “What are the shots for?” Viktor asked, question voiced in a calm but dark tone. However the boys wouldn’t wait around for an answer, overwhelmed with a sudden terror they knew was not their own. “Amelia!” they both shouted in unity, reacting in an instant and tearing from the room. Despite not knowing exactly where Amelia had been taken, Viktor and Marcus seemed to find the room with practiced ease; bursting through the doorway and rushing to stand protectively in front of their younger sibling.

“Don’t you touch her!” Viktor seethed, pale-green eyes ablaze.

Dr. Grace was about to answer Amelia's question when Viktor and Marcus ran into the room. The elf girl had a shocked expression on her face not too sure what just happened as Dr. Fredrick ran inside the room to see the sight.
W-What's wrong?!
Asked Grace still shocked.
I don't understand, all I said was shot.
Said Fredrick as he turned to looked at Grace.
Maybe, possibly Amelia has a fear of needles. If so we would have to take the procedure much differently.
Whispered Dr. Grace to Fredrick, as he gave a light nod in answer.

Reunited once more, the triplets were quick to form themselves into a tight huddle; their hands resting upon each other shoulders, and the occasionally glare being offered toward the doctors.

“S...she wanted to give me a shot!” Amelia uttered in a hushed tone, ensuring the elves wouldn’t hear them.

“Us too” Marcus replied matter-of-factly, dark locks fanning as he shook his head.

For a long moment the trio lapsed into silence, each dwelling upon the same image of crazed doctors and over-sized needles.

“We could rush them, they wouldn’t be able to stop us if we hit them hard and fast” Marcus suggested, Amelia nodding in agreement at his side.

Viktor sighed and shook his head. “Cyn would try and stop us, or drag us back later” the boy grumbled, silently cursing his guardian for bringing them to this retched place.

“What do we do then?” Amelia asked, golden orbs resting questioningly on Viktor.

“We’ll take the shots” Viktor answered swiftly, eyes steely in his seriousness. “With our heads held high we’ll take them, but we’ll take them together – no matter what they say” the child added fiercely.

Breaking apart, but keeping their arms linked, the triplets turned back to Dr. Grace and Dr. Fredrick.

“We’ll take your shots” Viktor repeated, loud enough for them to hear, “but we are taking them together”.

Dr. Grace and Fredrick both nodded towards the three, understanding that shots were scary and maybe it would be better off for the three to have them done at once.
After a few minutes the two doctors turned around and grabbed six shots, since it was two each.
We'll do the vaccine last, first will withdraw the blood
Whispered Grace to Fredrick.
Dr. Fredrick decided to do Viktor first since he was the closest to him, he took a cotten ball and rubbed the area to make it clean as he grabbed rubber and tied it around his arm. Than he took the needle and quickly pushed it into his skin, letting the top go up as he started to withdraw some blood for testing. Than he grabbed the vaccine shot and did the same method with Viktor's other arm, placing the cotton balls on both spots, he asked Viktor to put pressure on them as he moved on to Marcus
Dr. Grace pretty much did the same exact method for Amelia as well.
Once all three of them were finally finished the doctors turned around and Dr. Grace opened a cabnit pulling out a couple boxes of band-aids.
Okay! Since you guys were really good, you get to pick your own two band-aids!
Dr. Fredrick said, as he helped Dr. Grace put down the boxes of band-aids which held all different types of colors and pictures each.

Taking the shots with only a bare flash on pain in their eyes, Viktor and Marcus were quick to select their band-aids when the choice was offered; dark blue and forest green chosen respectively. Clinging tightly to Viktor throughout the entire procedure with her golden orbs squeezed shut, Amelia pried her eyes open enough to pick a dark purple band-aid from amongst the variety of colours. None of the children appeared to care about the images, content with colours.

“Are you finished?” Viktor asked, patting Amelia’s hand comfortingly.

Dr. Grace nodded towards Viktor's answer as Dr. Fredrick put the band-aids away. Once he was finished he walked over to a cabnit on the side of the room and opened it up, taking out a jar as he stuck his hand inside and pulled out three candy-canes.
We have a treat for you three before we go back to meet up with Ms. Cyn.
He said handing out the candy-canes.

Taking the candy canes as they were offered, placing them in their pockets beside the lollypops they had received earlier, the children shuffled from the room and back toward where Cyn waited. Their arms were now unlinked, although they remained close to one another as they walked.

Having glanced impatiently from the clock to the magazine in her hands for the entirety of the triplet’s examinations, Cyn issued a grumble and climbed to her feet as her wards re-entered the room. “About time” the woman barked, shooting the trio a dark look and making her way toward the reception desk. She imagined, much to her annoyance, that the doctors would need to debrief with her; the thought causing her foot to tap an irritated rhythm as she waited for the elves.

Fredrick and Grace smiled at Cyn as Grace said that they were healthy. But it was breif and quick so as not to get Cyn so aggrivated.
Now, all you have to do is go over to the secretary to pay and she will than give you something called a medical card so that your three can go to elementary school!
Dr. Fredrick said, pointing to the secretary who was already starting to print up the card as quickly as possible for she still seemed to be a bit shakey from Cyn's early entry.

Showing little response, one way or the other, at hearing the triplets were healthy, Cyn moved in frustrated silence toward the secretary’s desk. Glad to see the woman had finally gained some sense and was already in the process of printing out the medical cards, the ghoul turned to fishing in her purse until she retrieved several monetary notes. Throwing the money across the table, her shoed feet resuming their tapping, Cyn waited for the printing to finish so she could leave this place.

At least something good would come from this examination, the ability to hoist the triplets off on the unsuspecting teachers at the elementary school.

As the medical cards printed out as quickly as the secretary could, she grabbed the money and quickly put it in an envelope, giving it to Dr. Fredrick and Dr. Grace,
After a few more seconds of printing all three of the medical cards had finally printed out. With a quick wipe of her forehead thinking to herself thank goodness the secretary finally gave Cyn the medical cards, excited for the harsh woman to finally leave.
Have a nice day mame....
Jittered the secretary towards Cyn.

Marcus
Viktor
Amelia

Snatching the medical cards as they were offered to her, sparing them the barest of glances before shoving them into her bag, Cyn offered the incompetent secretary a final scathing look before turning on her heels and marching toward the exit. With blank expressions the triplets followed suit, still walking in close proximity to each other. One after the other, Cyn, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus filed from the medical facility, none sparing a backwards look as they went.

“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!”

The stream of vehement refusals was screamed from the top of overly abused lungs, the feminine voice cracking on the final syllable. This shortcoming only served to further infuriate the young woman, prompting a worn china plate to be hurled across toward the cause of this outburst.

Dodging the projectile with practiced ease, Orpheus barely flinched as the crockery impacted with the wall and shattered into an innumerable number of pieces. The rooms other occupants, four children of varying ages, barely registered the scene playing out around them; having long ago grown accustomed to their guardians vocal and violent outburst.

“Calm yourself mon cher” the vampire intoned, his accented voice flaring with dark tendrils of power. “Your reckless and uncouth behaviour will only serve to cause harm to yourself and your unborn child; two things for which I will not stand”. His words were softer this time, the early traces of power barely lingering upon the air as his voice faded and the room fell into an awkward silence.

For a long moment Cyn was silent, her hands balling themselves into fists at her sides as she fought to hold her anger in check (an action which ran against her every moral fibre). Finally, exhaling sharply in distaste, the woman complied with Orpheus’ request.

“I hope you aren’t stupid enough to think this means I will be any more compliant” Cyn hissed from between her teeth, folding her arms defensively across her chest.

Orpheus merely sighed and shook his head. There had been a time, a brief moment in years past, when the vampire may have considered Cynthia Tremaine yielding; but those foolish notions had quickly been quashed by the fiery tempered woman.

“Will you not even consider my offer mon cher? You need only look around to comprehend the logic behind the proposal” Orpheus continued, sweeping an arm broadly around the confines of the single bedroom apartment. In addition to the dense living conditions, with five individuals sharing the minute accommodations, the vampire was also making direct reference to the poor condition of the room and its furnishings. Every available surface was cluttered, the mess consisting of everything from clothes and toys to ant-covered plates and mould-ridden food scraps.

Cyn merely laughed in response, the sound low and dark. “You must be seriously ******** in the head if you think I would voluntarily move in with you” the woman managed to choke out amidst her sniggering.

Visibly wincing at the crude choice of language, Orpheus sighed once more as he attempted to gather the thinning vestiges of his patience. He had thought he had already explained quiet clearly that Cynthia and her children would be given quarters separate from his own, yet retain full access to the facilities his estate had to offer, thus ensuring their paths would rarely cross; however, that information clearly bore little weight.

“...Great. So now we’ll have to keep seeing you everyday” Viktor, the middle triplet, grumbled, greenish orbs glaring daggers toward his guardian.

“Yeah!” Amelia echoed, drumming her feet against the side of a dusty lounge chair. “We could’ve had our own space, away from you”

“Shut-up, just shut-up” Cyn growled in reply, jaw muscles twitching with restrained tension. Although she would never admit it, the two children raised a valid point. Residing with Orpheus would mean she wouldn’t have to lay eyes on the triplets every waking second of the day, a prospect which was far too tempting to decline.

“Fine. I’ll do it, although I don’t have to like it” the pregnant woman conceded, pouting like a reprimanded child.

“Vermin tum too?” a small voice enquired, large brown eyes shining hopefully toward Cyn and Orpheus. The utterance belonged to Pyrrhus, with the child referring to the large cockroach, Vermin, he was currently directing through a maze constructed of blocks.

Rolling her eyes, Cyn turned and waddled toward the bedroom, leaving Orpheus to deal with the phoenix child’s unusual appeal.