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[justify]Not expecting this, Piper stood with her jaw open slightly, but made a quick note to shut it. In her honest opinion, the man was very attractive. "No, I was just... out." Her eyes danced over the tattoos, but snapped back to his face when he made is way to the bathroom. A blush swept over her cheeks. She scolded herself for only staring, but quickly reached for her clothes and managed to throw on jeans and a her hoodie before Vanja walked back out.

"Everyone's fine. I don't think they tore the place down. I didn't hear screaming." Piper flashed a quick smile and grabbed a hairbrush and threw her hair up in a ponytail. She glanced over to her burnt pillow and frowned. "What do you think 'room service' will think of this?" Piper held it up for him to see and actually laughed. She shook her head, the goofy smile still on her face and threw the pillow back where it was before. "Anyway, you ready to go?" Standing up, Piper made for her bag and quickly zipped it all back up. She told herself that it would be fine; nothing would happen, and they'd be okay. Part of her refused to believe it; another part of her was still replaying the dream over and over again.[/justify]

[justify]Damian sat upright in his bed and quickly turned off his music. He sat on the edge of the bed to face Layla. "Layla, calm down." He showed an expression of slight surprise and amusement. "I had to let them in, we're all the same. Sorta." He got up and closed the door behind Layla before dropping his voice. "I don't like the looks of them either. I think there's something different about them... They're not afraid of their powers, which is good, until they start to abuse it and next thing you know we have another Hitler." He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "We just have to keep an eye on them. If anything else happens, I'll kick them out, okay?"

"And I'm holding up okay. I mean, I know I was a mess earlier and I apologize for that, but I'm alright now. Scott told me she'll call me later on today, so I have something to look forward to." Damian shrugged and opened his door again. "Have any plans today?" He didn't mean to be nosy, just curious. Damian himself had near nothing going on and he didn't favor the idea of sitting around and doing nothing.[/justify]

[justify]Scott ruffled his tousled hair and slipped on a sweatshirt. He walked back out of his room and down to the kitchen where he found Lyric making some sort of chocolate thing. He opened his mouth to say hello, but a large tattooed man beat him to it. Scott stayed silent and watched him loom over her. Anger welled up inside of him; there was no way in hell that he would let this go. It was rude and just flat out disrespectful. Scott stepped forward to say something, but Arwyn and Glenn entered before he even opened his mouth. He watched the man leave with a vicious glare. "I can't believe him. I haven't even talked to him and I already despise that guy." Scott mumbled once they left the room. "You saw the way he treated you! Jesus..."[/justify]

[justify]Once Aaron had tagged along, Glenn led them back to his own room, which was, quite empty, despite a few notebooks laying on the bed and a desk along with a swivel chair. "So," He began closing the door behind them. "How does tonight sound?" A malicious smile curved his lips as he glanced between the two of them. "We'll take them by surprise; I'll start with Damian." Glenn drew his tongue across his lips quickly and continued again. "I mean, just a suggestion, but I think we shouldn't hurt them, not yet. I want to know where the other man is. The tall tattooed one. He has a brilliant power from what I've picked up, and that can be highly useful in our case. We can kill them after we find him. I've also heard he's with a girl, but we'll dispose of her, too. Fires are great and all, but she loves Damian too much and I hate that kid." Glenn cringed at the thought. "What do you guys think?"[/justify]

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[justify]Damian stared at her with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" He instantly regretted saying that when he saw the look in her eyes. He rarely saw Layla like this and he could tell that she was dead serious about this procedure. A tiny bit of him believed that they were in danger. "No you're not. Okay, I'll get Scott. I'm sure he'll be willing to help. I'll try to contact Piper and make sure she's okay. They may have others outside the manor." Damian opened the door and looked back at Layla with a grin on his face. "I love when you take control like this, Layla." He winked playfully and set off to go find Scott.

Damian crept quietly through the hallway. He stopped abruptly when he heard voices in Glenn's room. Damian crept closer, his heart beginning to pound. Aaron was the only voice he heard and he only heard the last part of their conversation. Damian's eyes narrowed, but he heard footsteps approaching so he legged it out of there and ran to the kitchen. "Scott. Hey..." He put a hand on his shoulder and put his weight on the slightly taller man. "What the hell, Damian?" Scott laughed, but Damian stopped him. "Just listen for a sec." Damian lowered his voice to a whisper and the smile on Scott's face faded very quickly. "We might be in a shi*load of trouble right now. I need you to look into tonight." Scott shook his head. "I can't-" "Scott, you need to and fast." [/justify]

[justify]Maybe she was right; maybe it was nothing. "Piper's alright. She told me that everything was fine." Worry was still churning in Scott's stomach. Scott leaned against the counter; his earlier appetite had been driven away by Aaron. He knew something was up. Nobody has a look in their eye like that and isn't insane or a serial killer. Crossing his arms, he let out a small sigh. "They're going to go steal her father's car today, which in my opinion is a really bad idea, but I can't stop them." His gaze fell to the ground as his feet tapped the ground mindlessly. He looked up as Lyric apologized for leaving; he then nodded and gave her a smile. "Yeah, I'll watch them. See you later."

A few minutes after Lyric left the room, Damian's small figure came bounding into the kitchen and practically tackled Scott. "What the hell, Damian?" He couldn't help but laugh, but the look in Damian's eye made his joy disintegrate. "Just listen for a sec." Damian panted and before Scott could say anything else, Damian told him the situation they may be in. "Damian, I can't-" Scott's voice dropped to a soft whisper. He hated using his ability, but Damian cut him off and by the tone of his voice, Scott knew this was an emergency. Scott only nodded and took a deep breath before closing his eyes.

What he saw next caught him off guard and made his stomach drop and his heart palpitate. (Damian led him to the kitchen table where Scott laid his head down in his arms. Damian sat down next to him, concern taking over his features.) There was blood on the floor, and distant screams of terror and pain. From his own point of view, he was Damian, he didn't feel anything, but Damian was a bloody mess. He wasn't dead yet, but he might as well have been. The short brunette's screams filled his ears as a figure dug into an already-opened wound. The bright red hair instantly made the character known. Glenn's maniacal laugh mixed with Damian's cry. The sound was too much for Scott to handle, but the vision kept going, causing Scott to groan in pain. (Damian put his arm around Scott as he figured his and Layla's fears were confirmed.) Damian's point of view was replaced with Piper's. (Scott guessed that his vision was targeting the people closest to him.) He was running through the house, which was devastating to see. Piper's voice called for the family starting with Damian, whose screams could be heard faintly. Her legs quickly led him to Glenn's room, where Damian could be seen with Glenn. Damian's face was cut up and bloody, his skin was pale from blood loss and the crimson fluid was trickling from his eyes, nose and mouth. Piper almost lunged for Glenn, but was stopped as Glenn threw the nearest knife at her. She let out a weak gasp and one last burst of energy as Glenn's room caught fire; Damian's bonds were burnt off. Piper lay motionless, but still breathing. (Scott was very thankful he couldn't feel what she was feeling at that moment.) Damian crawled over to her and dragged her into the hall, leaving Glenn screaming in agony as his flesh was burnt from his bones. Piper looked down at her stomach. The knife was buried deep in her, she couldn't be saved. Blood poured from the wound and Damian burst into tears, mumbling something that he couldn't make out. Two blurry figures appeared at the end of the hall, one supporting the other. They both made their way for Damian, who cried over Piper hoarsely. One figure was very tall and covered in tattoos; the other was shorter. The taller one dropped to his knees and took Piper's hand in his. Scott couldn't hear anything, and her vision was fading fast. The figures appeared to be Vanja and Faolan, though. A few more figures ran across the hall. The only one recognizable was himself, who seemed to be helping limping figures out of the house. Piper's time came as she looked to Vanja and said something inaudible to Scott, but obviously audible to the other man. Piper turned her attention to Damian and said something else, but he shook his head and looked at her with swollen, tear-filled eyes. Piper then yelled something with the last of her energy and Damian kissed her forehead and pulled Vanja away, who may have been in tears, too, but Scott couldn't tell. Piper's focus was gone and her vision blackened as the last thing she saw was Damian pulling away a struggling tattooed Dane. (Her pain and sorrow was so great, it leaked to Scott, who gasped loudly in agony.) In a quick flash, he saw the corpses of the incident which included: Piper, Glenn, Layla, Xavier, and himself.

Scott snapped up with tears in his eyes and down his cheeks. Damian was obviously confused as to what to do, so he hugged him awkwardly as Scott tried to wipe his tears. "You're right... If we don't do something then Piper, Layla, Xavier, and I will die tonight. The future can be changed; it's happened before." Scott felt Damian nod. "Layla!"

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[justify]"I'll be okay, but since we'll have it, we might as well stop by." Piper threw the bag over he shoulder and walked out giving Vanja a bright smile. She figured the best way to calm herself was to appear calm, and it worked mostly. The air was warmer than last night, but still chilly. About a foot of snow remained on the ground and Piper was thankful for her combat boots. Piper heard a dog barking off in the distance and she remembered a dog she had when she was little. Callie was her best friend and her only escape, but her father chased her out into oncoming traffic and... Piper let out a soft sigh; her breath formed in a small cloud in front of her.

Piper's blush returned once he apologized for earlier. "It's fine; I probably should have knocked lightly before just waltzing in." She was grateful that she wasn't in Vanja's spot. Piper didn't mind so much people seeing her in her undergarments but the scars on her body was something she was ashamed of. Stupid mistakes from her adolescence left slashes on her wrists and arms, and scars and permanent bruises caused by her family scattered her body. Piper hated these small features and she wanted no one to see them. "Your tattoos are beautiful." She said quietly, almost shyly. The blush deepened and she grinned again. Part of her regretted saying it, but the other part was glad she said something while she could. "I do have a coat back at the manor; we can stop by after we get the car like you said."[/justify]

[justify]"Layla! Come here for a second." Damian called again, loud enough for his voice to carry through the house. Scott had stopped crying, but he occasionally sobbed. Damian had never seen him so distraught, it brought him a sadness that couldn't be named. He was still in his arms, and that wasn't weird, either; they were practically brothers. Once Layla had made it to where they were, Damian spoke up and let go of Scott, who wiped his eyes and cheeks."Scott, I need you to tell us what happened. I'm sorry I'm making you do this, man, but our lives depend on it." Damian saw Faolan enter and he turned to him. "There's going to be an attack on the manor tonight." Rage burned in him and he was fighting to stay calm. "Scott just had a vision about it."[/justify]

[justify]Scott began with a shaky voice and it was barely above a mumble. "It was you, Damian, and Glenn. Glenn was cutting into you; literally. You were pretty much dead, but I still had to watch your blood spray over his body. Then I was Piper, she was running through the house looking for us. She found Damian and he just looked..." Scott felt a chill run through him. "Glenn threw a knife at Piper, who set Glenn's room on fire and set fire to Damian's bonds. Damian dragged her to the hall and broke down. Faolan and Vanja came down the hall and Vanja was injured..." Scott stopped. "He just got there, though. That must mean that..." Scott clapped his hands together and exclaimed. "They were going to steal Bill's car! Something's got to happen. We need to get them back here." Damian stopped him and told him to focus on tonight. "Anyway, Vanja may or may not have broke down as well, I couldn't see, Piper's vision was blurring. He held her hand and she said something to him, I don't know what. She turned to Damian and I think screamed 'go'. He shook his head and she yelled it again. He kissed her head and pulled Vanja away. I knew at this part that there's something between them. He was struggling against your grip and it took you and Faolan to hold him back and get out of there." Scott started shaking and he held back tears as he recalled the pain Piper felt. "I-I usually don't feel anything during these visions, but Piper's pain was so great I actually felt it... It was-"

"I died. Glenn died. Xavier died, and..." He looked up at Layla, "You died." Scott fell silent and stared at the ground, tears welling up again. This was probably the first time in a long time that he's cried or felt like this. [/justify]

[justify]Glenn frowned slightly as he got up again to check if someone was there, but a girl with red hair called for him. He cocked his eyebrows. "Depends." He said abruptly, annoyance lacing his voice as she put a hand on his shoulder. Once she'd stated the favor he replied with a cold 'sure'. She must have forgotten about his telepathic abilities. He quickly invaded her thoughts, but his own history flooded his head. Glenn recoiled and backed up as the contact broke. Anger rose in him as she walked away. About to close the door, he heard a phone ringing. His eye started to twitch and an expression of fury took over his features. "Try to remember better next time." His voice was ice cold and snappy as he slammed the door. "She can see the past."

"I'm still going to be able to fuc* Damian up, right?" Glenn asked, but Aaron got up and offered to "share" his bed with Arwyn. Glenn frowned again and opened his mouth again to scold him, but Arwyn beat him to it. His dark eyebrows rose as she told him off and a grin slowly spread across his face. "Someone's vicious." Glenn joked with a wink.[/justify]

[justify]Piper was sure he had ignored her compliment for something simple until he mentioned it again. She reached for her covered arms and nearly rolled up her sleeves to show him her tattoos, but thought twice and put her hands down. "You're welcome. I have a few of my own; I got them after my sixteenth birthday and a few more after I ran away and one more after I arrived with Damian at the manor." She smiled up at him before he started to talk again. Her stomach fluttered and did a somersault while her face reddened with a bright blush and her lips widened into a bright smile. She intertwined her fingers with his, searching for something to say. Piper glanced at his lips and thought about that for a second. That'd be a very obvious statement; that's what she needed.

Before she could do it, though, he started to walk again. "Okay." Piper spoke quietly and with a grin she couldn't wipe off her face. She was certain that he only wanted her as a friend, but to have him say that made her heart flutter with joy. Little did she know about tonight. Piper thought of ways to tell Vanja that she didn't want to be just friends. She wanted to tell him that she was falling in love with him, but damn, was it hard to put it into words. "Don't apologize." She spoke up, hardly knowing she was speaking at all. "It did change the way I look at you, but in a very good way." Piper could see her old house and a chill ran down her spine, causing her to shudder. "I'm not ready; there's something I have to do."

Before she knew it, she planted a kiss on Vanja's lips. It had been a bit difficult due to the slight height difference and the ice on the sidewalk. "Vanja, I don't want to be just friends. I don't care what you've done in the past; all I care about is right here and right now. This is the closest I've ever been with someone in a long time and I don't want it to go to waste." Piper shook slightly, having a hard time putting what she was feeling into words. "I-I think you're a celestial person. You're also beautiful... Everything about you makes me so happy and I can't even explain it. I want to find somewhere away from here like we talked about earlier. I want to stay there with you. Maybe get a dog, I don't know." Piper remembered Callie as she saw the road her life was ended on. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line, but this is what I think." Piper gave a small and slightly weak smile as she started towards the house again. "Now let's go steal this asshole's car."[/justify]

[justify]Damian was also in shock. "Piper? I-" Fury overcame him and he clenched his fists. "No. Nobody is fuc*ing dying! He stood up and pulled out his phone. "If anyone of them comes over here, tell them that Scott's mother died." Damian mouthed and dialed Piper. Maybe it was a bit harsh, but there had to be a plan. The phone rang until it reached voicemail and Damian walked out of the house. "Piper, it's me. This is important. You and Vanja need to get back here and fast. There's going to be an attack on the manor. We need your help. Please call back and get your ass back here as fast as possible. Stay safe." He hung up and stared off the porch, emotionless. Fury burst through him and he kicked a chair, causing the other ones to be thrown back with a telekinetic force. "This is all my fault." He groaned running his fingers through his hair.

He came back inside and saw the scene where he left it. Scott wasn't crying anymore, he just stared at the wall across from him with no apparent emotion. "How about a movie?" Damian offered and pulled out his phone again. 'Idea: we all go out to eat tonight, they can't get us in public.' He typed quickly and furiously then sent it to the small group.[/justify]

[justify]While everyone was fretting about their loved ones dying, he thought about himself. 'I'm going to die. I'm going to die tonight. I will die in a few hours.' The thoughts surrounded him, suffocating him. He didn't care to breathe, it was useless anyway. "Faolan's right. The future can be rewritten. I've seen it loads of times. We're not going to die. It's all going to be fine." Scott felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out to see Damian's text. 'Do we tell them?' He typed back. "Who's up for Home Alone?" His suggestion was a bit ironic, but it was still a good movie, even though it wasn't Christmas.[/justify]

[justify]"I wonder what your type is then." He winked again and stood up as she left. Glenn went through the plan again as he sat down at his desk, where his sketches of gruesome scenes lay. He picked up his pen and traced the drawings idly. He could faintly hear yelling downstairs but didn't think too much of it. Soon the only yelling would be from his victims. They'll be all at his mercy. They'll all be bleeding like stuck pigs. A malicious smirk grew on his features, lighting up his eyes with a threatening glint. It was what Aaron said; They'll be gods. The lyrics of Centuries went through his head, earning a small chuckle from the redhead. [/justify]

[justify]Piper's smile was replaced with a scream as she watched her father attempt to chop her Dane up. "No!" Was all she found to scream at her father. Her legs guided her towards her father as quick as they could. "You son of a b*tch!" She tackled Bill, causing the knife to skid across the icy driveway. Piper punched everything she could in blind fury, but Bill was stronger and he pushed her off. He swore everything he could at her; Piper hit her head on the ground and saw stars line her vision. Bill got up, his nose and cheek now bleeding. 'You were always weak; you still are.' He stood over her and fear filled her eyes; his expression resembled something of triumph, but Piper refused to let him rejoice over this. Bill raised his leg to kick her, but Piper was faster than he was. She swept his other leg from him, causing him to fall with an alarming thud.

It was Piper who stood up this time. "Rot in hell, fuc*er." She spat on him and closed her eyes. The second after she opened them, Bill was engulfed in flames; his screams were earsplitting, but brought no pain to Piper. She turned her attention to Vanja and dropped down next to him. Her hands fumbled over her shirt as she ripped a large portion of it off. Piper balled the fabric up and held it to his wound. "We need to get back to the manor. You need to try to heal yourself, Vanja." Piper's voice cracked as she tried to help him into the backseat of the car. "Hang in there, okay? Don't die on me." She pecked his cheek and climbed into the driver's seat; starting to drive as fast as she could away from Bill's burning corpse. Piper grabbed her phone and dialed Damian quickly. "Why was it that easy to just..." She whispered to herself, her body numbing. Piper realized her nose was bleeding, but she didn't have any hands to tend it with. Occasionally she would cast glances back at Vanja, her stomach filling with rage everytime she did.[/justify]

[justify]Damian looked up as Kaden came bursting into the room. "Thank you, Kaden. We know." He got up and walked to him, lowering his voice and looking him straight in the eye. "We might go into town, we don't know yet, but I need you to get yourself and everyone else you can out. Get the twins. I will not, will not whatsoever, let anyone die tonight." He patted his shoulder and took Kaden's hand, quickly jotting down a number then releasing it. "It's my number. I'll text you the plan, but for now, try to prepare everyone to leave. Don't forget Katarina." Damian felt his phone buzzing nonstop. He turned his attention to that and typed quickly and silently. 'Aaron controls electricity. I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty sure the girl's a necromancer and Glenn reads minds. Dividing into groups is a good idea, but I don't want to exactly divide. Strength in numbers, ya know? We'll meet up at the diner like I sa-' His phone was buzzing more strongly now. Piper was calling. He quickly sent the text and put his phone to his ear. "Piper!?"

"Damian, Vanja's hurt... It's bad." Damian's jaw dropped and horror filled his eyes as he turned to face them. "Damian?" Piper could be faintly heard as Damian lowered his phone. "It's starting. Vanja's injured." Scott looked up and the small smile he once wore faded as he sank into a couch, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I don't know what to do! I killed Bill-" This would've been funny to Damian if their lives weren't on the line. "What happened, Piper?" Damian sat down in a chair and rubbed his temple with his free hand. "Bill got his stomach with a butcher's knife. He's so pale, I-I" She cut off and he could hear her sob quietly. "Hey, hey, listen. Calm down, you're going to be fine. Whatever you do, do not come back to the manor. We're being attacked. If you guys are in good enough shape, we'll be at the diner tonight. Get Vanja to a hospital or have him heal himself. I have to go, Piper. You'll be okay." Piper hung up on him as he set his phone down.[/justify]

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[justify]Piper wiped her cheek and pulled the car over. She quickly made her way to the backseat. "Okay, Vanja, listen to me," She held his cheeks in her hands and looked into his eyes, almost pleadingly. "We can't go back to the manor. I can take you to a hospital, but I-" Piper glanced at the wound and bit her cheek to stop herself from crying. "I don't know if you'll make it." It was short and a somewhat cruel statement that hurt Piper even if she did say it. "So listen, I need you to heal yourself. I don't care if I get hurt in the process. All I care about is you, okay?" There was a possibility that she could heal him by cauterizing the wound, but it could get out of hand and kill him. It was still an option, though.

Piper was glad she killed him; he deserved a worse death, though. Betty would go outside to find the charred remains of her husband, but she'd probably think it was the drugs. He'd decay there until her brother came home. Piper felt the tears well up in her eyes again as she looked around in the car. She regretted agreeing to this. "I could cauterize the wound." Her voice was hoarse, but she managed to choke it out. "You'd need to heal the inside of you, though. I do not want to lose you. After tonight you might be the only person I have left." Piper remembered what Damian had said about the attack. How bad was it? Was anyone injured yet? Who was attacking? Why did they deserve this? A million questions ran through her mind. Piper offered Vanja a tear-filled smile and kissed his forehead.

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[justify]Damian was beginning to panic; he'd gotten the text and felt his heart drop. He put his phone down and held his face in his hands. "So that's it then. We're just going to follow his vision?" He groaned softly, there was nothing they could do. Scott, Piper, Xavier... Even Layla? "I say we run into the forest and hide there for the night. There's nobody that knows there more than we do." Well, except Piper. She would sometimes spend days out there. "We could hide in the trees, maybe set some traps up or something." Damian was joking about the traps part, but he was serious about this.

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[justify]Hearing his door open, the bright red manic turned to face Arwyn. "Well aren't you clever?" Glenn frowned slightly. "We should've talked this out telepathically. Dammit." He set his pen down and stood up as she left the keys under his mattress. Glenn heard her plea and moved forward gracefully, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye. "Nobody is going to die. The only ones dying are the ones downstairs. So smile." He gave her a somewhat sympathetic smile. "And tell Aaron I'm ready." He called after her as she left his presence. [/justify]

[justify]Piper did as asked and left his presence, but she could still hear everything. She refused to look as she knelt down in the snow, about ten feet away from the car. The cold was starting to get to her. Piper felt herself starting to get dizzy from the loss of energy used on Bill, the cold effecting her, and the sound of blood, gore and Vanja's screams. She stared down at the snow and saw a few tears fall down on the white sheets. Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out, trying to block out the noises behind her. 'Diner is a bad plan. They took the keys. Heading to the forest. Do not come here unless you're ready to fight or help us evacuate.' What was happening at the manor? Was Damian dead? Was Scott okay? Lyric, Xavier, were they still breathing. The twins? Kaden and Katarina? Was Layla and Faolan still kicking? Who was going to die? Would it be her somehow? Would it be Vanja? Piper took a handful of the freezing snow and threw it her own face as if to tell herself to shut up.

Piper heard Vanja's voice calling her and she walked back, wiping her face. He caught her by surprise with the hug and she felt her tears well up again. "I thought I was going to lose you. I just-" The tears leaked out of her eyes and fell down her face. "You're an idiot." She tried to laugh, but it turned into a soft sob as she buried herself in his warm and trembling embrace. This calmed her down, but the thoughts of the manor still remained in her head. She took a deep breath and began to tell him in a shaky voice, "The manor is under attack. I could tell by Damian's voice that it was bad. Somebody might die. They said they'd be at the manor, but Damian just messaged me and told me that they took the keys so they'll be in the forest." Her voice broke as it lowered to a whisper. "They're preparing to fight."

Her phone buzzed again and she backed away from Vanja a little to pull it back out of her pocket. It was Scott this time, but it was short and simple. 'You, Layla, Xavier, Glenn, and I will die tonight.' Piper read it a few times before nodding slowly. She couldn't tell Vanja, he wouldn't let her go. They had to help, but taking one look at him, Piper knew that he was in no shape for fighting and neither was she. They both looked miserable, but that was her family back there. 'What am I supposed to do?' Piper held her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob.'I'm going to die tonight? Tonight?!' She looked up at Vanja and took a good look at him. 'In a few hours he'll lose me?' Piper shook her head and set her phone down. "Today sucks." She mumbled and leaned back in the seat.[/justify]

[justify]Damian listened to Faolan, but glanced back at Layla. "Hey, I will not let anyone touch you, alright? You will not die tonight." He walked out with them, but remained close to Layla and Faolan. He looked up at the trees overhead them. "We could climb some and stay there. If we stay quiet and hidden they'll probably give up. We can run for it in the morning. Piper told me how to wire cars a while back." Damian spoke with worry, but confidence. He slowed his pace when he realized Faolan was falling back. "Hey, you okay?" Damian glanced at the blonde with worry laced in his gaze.[/justify]

[justify]Scott stayed behind a bit, but enough to hear Damian speak as they all trekked into the woods. It was almost like sitting ducks. He pulled out his phone, Piper deserved to know. 'You, Layla, Xavier, Glenn, and I will die tonight.' He typed quickly and sent it, knowing it would cause her pain. Scott knew how he was going to die, he had a vision about a month back. He would be helping someone out of the manor and somehow be electrocuted. Well, now he knew what was in store for him and he was ready. Scott had been waiting and wishing for a while.

Realizing Faolan was talking to him, he nodded quickly. "Faolan, just so you know, you have been a great friend and I can't thank you enough for sticking with the family and helping us out. I know how I'm going to die tonight. I had a vision a little while back. It's Aaron." Scott spoke quietly and offered a friendly, but sad smile to him. "Keep them safe for me."[/justify]

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[justify]Hearing Layla's voice, Damian pulled away from the group and walked away from them with her. He heard her out and nodded, "I've thought about that, but what else can we do? I mean, we can run to town, but we have no money and I don't know if everyone is willing to do that. They're tired, night is about to fall and Layla-" He looked around and lowered his voice. "I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I was not prepared. I feel like I've failed." Damian was cut off by the swearing of Xavier. He knew something was wrong when he didn't hear another pair of footsteps.

"Where's Lyric?" Damian demanded, anxiety rising. Once he revealed the situation, Damian felt his rage replace his sorrow and anxiety. He turned on his heel and kicked a tree as hard as he could, causing rocks to fly away from his telekinetic wake. "Go*dammit!" He screamed through gritted teeth, his toes throbbing with pain. He mentally apologized to the tree. Damian ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes to calm himself down. "Let me guess, they want me to go back, huh? Dammit!" He looked to Layla with sorrow in his eyes. "Well, what choice do I have?" [/justify]

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[justify]Creeping slowly downstairs with Aaron, Glenn smirked. His anticipation was rising. The game was on. Soon there'd be bodies. There'd be blood. There'd be death. They turned the corner to find a rather worrisome looking Lyric and Xavier. That was their first fault; Glenn knew they would panic and forget to alert everyone. The crimson haired madman said nothing, but stood with a wicked grin on his face and a look in his eyes that would make you want to run to another country. He had enough of their talk and moved forward, but Aaron stopped him before he could do anything. Anticipation was killing him. He wanted to see blood spill over the pristine wood floors. Who knows how many hours he had tonight. After all, it might be him who dies.

Glenn watched Xavier run away, but was taken by surprise when the air blasted Aaron off his feet. He was ashamed to admit that he might have yelped in surprise like a little boy, but it seemed as if nobody heard it thankfully. Glenn watched with a short laugh as Aaron knocked Lyric unconscious. He grabbed Lyric's motionless body by the arms and dragged her to the nearest bedroom, which was probably Piper's judging by the framed pictures of her and miscellaneous members of this so-called "family" hanging on the wall. He had never properly seen her, but she was cute. Glenn thought about splitting her skull and another wicked grin took over his features. Dropping Lyric rather carelessly, Glenn dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. He slumped her body on it and rummaged through Piper's belongings. At last, he had found a bandanna, but no rope. Grumbling to himself, Glenn made his way to the attic in search of a coil of rope. After a few minutes more of tedious searching, he had found what he was looking for.

Once he was back at Piper's room, he tied the bandanna around the pegomancist's mouth and tied her feet to the chair's legs and her hands behind the chair. He walked out of the room casually and back towards Arwyn and Aaron. It was finally beginning. After weeks of planning, it was happening. "She's not going anywhere anytime soon. I was thinking maybe we could put tripwire somewhere. I've always wanted to use it." Glenn could've passed as a little boy in a candy shop. [/justify]