I stare at her in amazement. "YOU BACKSTABBING LITTLE-!!" I scream but Winslow cuts me off. "I don't think we have the upper hand here, Agent." Luna laughs. "Right you are little puppet. Now," a silver blade springs from her hand. It takes me a moment to realize it's my dagger. "Hey! That's mine!" I shout. "Not anymore," she taunts as she nears her captives in their chairs. "Which one of you should go first? Ooh, you look important," she points my blade at Sadie and inch by inch slides it across her eye. "STOP!!" I shriek. To my surprise she does, but her evil grin still stains her face. "Don't hurt them!" "Finally made up your mind have you?" She asks, still not moving the dagger from my friend's face. "Fight me," I shrug. I have no idea the words had come out until I see everyones' crazy looks. "You can't be serious!" Winslow whispers. "I don't know if I am or not," I whisper back, stunned. "You? Fight me?" Luna laughs. "Don't make me laugh. Now if you don't mind I have work to do." She continues to slide the dagger along Sadie's arms. I'm getting angry. Like really, really angry. With a growl I throw my arms out, as if that's going to do anything. But to mine and everyone else's surprise, the chairs fly back, out of Luna's reach. "I...I didn't know I could do that," I murmur. "It appears you do have strength," Luna hums. "It's very rare a for a mortal to do that." "Oh I can do a lot more than that to your ghosty a-" "Lestrange!" Winslow cuts me off again. "Quite the temper," Luna taunts. "Let's see what that temper does." I emit a low growl and my eyes glow a bright red as I rise into the air. I don't know what I'm doing or how I'm doing it, but my body does. Luna and I clasp arms and the world around me shakes. I growl and hiss as I swipe at Luna's face. She snarls and returns the favor. We dodge each other's attacks until with a loud roar, I fling her back onto the stairs. Her ghost form flickers and she appears to be unconscious. Only one thing to do now. I clap my hands together and her form fades into nothingness. "How did you do that?" Winslow breathes. "I-I don't k-know," I stammer. "Why is everything spinning?" I fall to the ground but Winslow catches me and leads me to the dusty couch. I wave my arm and the ropes on my friend undo themselves. Sadie rushes over with a complete disregard of the massive cut along her eye. "Are you okay?!" She asks, her face lined with worry. "I-I'm fine," I tell her. "What about your eye? You need medical attention." "My eye is fine. At least I have a scar like you now," she laughs. She's the only one who knows how I really got that scar. I laugh and she uses her shirt to while off some of the blood on her eye. I stand up and walk over to the recruits. "I am an agent," I spit. They stare back at me with blank faces as they untie their restraints. With a huff I walk out of the manor, leaving all of the others behind. As I walk home I hear a voice in my head. "Well done my dear. You are becoming quite the accomplishment. Not even a disappointment." The voice laughs. "Arrgg!!" I shout, clutching my head. "Get out of my head!!" The laughter becomes more distant, like an echo. "Lestrange?" Someone taps my shoulder. "GET BACK!" I scream and whip out my dagger. I'm fully prepared to throw it at someone's gut, but I see Winslow's horrified face and relax. "Sorry," I mumble, sheathing my dagger. "It's fine. What was that about?" He asks. "Nothing. Just paranoia I guess," I shrug. "What did you mean the other night, about being an agent for a long time?" He asks tentatively and, surprisingly enough, somewhat of an edge to his voice. I sigh. I knew it would eventually come to this. "My mother, my real mother, was an agent, the best actually. So naturally I had gone my entire life you know, be the best or nothing at all. I had gone to the best schools, taken advanced classes and training courses. I became an agent at about 7. When I met you I had gone undercover for my fifth mission, that year. My scar actually came from my first mission, a solo investigation on some unexplainable murders at an old landfill. After collage I decided to take a break. Chief never let me in a mission after the month I had taken off." "So we were never friends?" He asks spitefully. I have to admit, I'm shocked. He has always been so mellow and kind. "What?" I ask almost stunned. "You said you only hung out with me for your mission. So I was never your friend? Never anything more than a steppingstone for your mission?" His angry and spiteful time makes me do a double take. "No. No of course not!" I say completely flabbergasted. He grunts, "So what exactly am I? Huh? Not a friend, not a partner. Am I just the idiot you're forced to work with?" His sudden outbursts quite honestly freak me out. I start to back up. "Winslow? Chill! You're freaking me out!" He scowls. "So what? I'm nothing to you. So why would I freak you out?!" I look at him, horrified. "Alex! Please! Stop!" I beg, my eyes beginning to tear up. He just looks at me with that scowl. I continue backing up and whirl around. I run as fast as my legs can carry me back home, to Salem, to Sirius, to my bed, to Ramon noodles and leftover dessert. I open the door with lightning speed and fall on my warm bed. And cry.

Hey wazzup?!

So this was an emotional chapter.

The book is also coming to an end soon...

Uh I think that's all.

PEACE OUT DUDES!!!
-Bri