Finally, they left! Oh, no, wait. Scratch that. Luna's yelling about something outside, probably me. So yeah, let's have a science lesson, starting with a review of difluoride krypton:

When a mixture of krypton and fluorine is cooled to -320.8℉ (boiling point of nitrogen), and zapped with an electric discharge or X-rays, the result is formation of difluoride krypton, KrF₂. Compound decomposes upon warming to room temperature. (KrF₂, starting at Kr(s) + F2(s) → KrF2(s).)

And the beryllium halides (I hope you remember what a halide is, because I'm not telling you again.):

Beryllium reacts with chlorine to form one of the beryllium halides; beryllium chloride, BeCl₂. (Be(s) + Cl2(g) → BeCl2(s).)

Beryllium also reacts with bromine to form the other beryllium halide; beryllium bromide, BeBr₂. (Be(s) + Br2(g) → BeBr2(s).)

The lithium halides:

Lithium reacts vigorously with all the halogens. As an example, it reacts with fluorine to form lithium fluoride, LiF. (2Li(s) + F2(g) → LiF(s).)

As another example, it reacts with chlorine to form lithium chloride, LiCl. (2Li(s) + Cl2(g) → LiCl(s).)

Potassium dissolving:

Potassium metal dissolves readily in dilute sulphuric acid to form solutions containing the K(l) ion together with hydrogen gas, H₂. (2K(s) + H2SO4(aq) → 2K+(aq) + SO42-(aq) + H2(g).)

Thallium reactions with water:

Thallium slowly tarnishes in moist air or dissolves in water to give the poisonous thallium hydroxide. (2Tl(s) + 2H2O(l) → 2TlOH(aq) + H2(g).)

And europium reactions with water:

The silvery white metal europium is quite electropositive and reacts slowly with cold water and quickly with hot water to form europium hydroxide (Eu(OH)₃) and hydrogen gas (H₂). (2Eu(s) + 6H2O(g) → 2Eu(OH)3(aq) + 3H2(g).)

Ok, while you had a science lesson from the experiments I did, I texted Angelina.

What's Luna yelling about? Is it me? If it is, tell her that I won't hesitate to come and find her and give her a *talk*.

And within five minutes, I have a reply.

Yeah, it was you. She got worked up when she thought you couldn't hear.

Oh well, I can wait to have a talk with my dear sister tomorrow at school. It's a Wednesday, so we'll be on an altered schedule. Nothing to do but go to bed now.

I get up and check my phone. 3:27 A.M. and I can't get back to sleep so I send a text to Serena.

Can't sleep. You?

Surprisingly, I get a reply. Here's our conversation:

S: Nope. I'm thinking about what to do today. Can I use some of your spray paint? I was going to graffiti some lockers. Also you should blow something up.

R: Why not? Should be fun. Along with blowing something up, I should probably burn something as well... What color spray paint? I have a range of colors.

S: Maybe shove some people in the spray painted lockers and leave the can in the lockers to make it look like they did it, or steal their lunch money. Sure, it's been done but it's still fun. Um... Crimson, yellow, green, cobalt, turquoise, orange, purple, and black.

R: That's true, that's true. What are you spray painting that you need the rainbow?

S: I like color. And the lockers are so drab and dingy. I'm not going to use them all at once, I'm going to use them one at a time, so it looks like a group of people did it. And then I'm going to wipe the cameras. Should I put a llama in the library?

R: Ok. I'll bring the llama if you can hack all the computers to display the HAVE FUN IN THE UNDERWORLD! message and clock, and get some library books and office referrals to burn. I'll make the principal end up with a huge ink spot in her office and I'll overflow the toilets.

R: So you: hack the computers, get the library books and office referrals, and spray paint the lockers.

S: And you: put the llama in the library, wipe the cameras, and blow something up. We can do the money together.

S: I just had the greatest idea! Blow up a toilet! XD (Boy's bathroom though)

R: Maybe. Meet at the school playground in 15. See you soon.

S: See you.

As soon as I get out of bed, I wake Jack and tell him I'm going to meet Serena to plan some things.

"Ok. Text me if you need anything.", he says, giving me a kiss.

"Bye.", I say, grabbing my bag. As soon as I step outside into the probably below freezing March air, my phone beeps. Jack.

J: Have a good day. XO

R: You too. Love you. XO

J: Right back at you. ;)

Always the goodbyes. It's a bit further to walk to school from the warehouse, but it's still close. I get there and Serena's sitting on a swing. I love alliteration. I hop down and turn on the flashlight on my phone to show her the spray paint.

"Here are the colors you said. Crimson, yellow, green, cobalt, turquoise, orange, purple, and black. It's 3:50, so I have time to go steal a llama. If you can start hacking the computers, I think it would be more scary if the teachers come and find it on their computer screens.", I say, putting down my bag and unfolding my wings. "Oh, and the hands of the clock should point to 12 and 5."

"Ok. I'll make sure that nobody can hit escape out of it. It'll be nearly permanent, so only I can hack out of it.", she says, taking out her phone.

"Awesome. I'll be back. With a llama.", I say jokingly, because I will be back with a llama. Taking to the air, the only lights I can see are street lights, porch lights, and the occasional car and stop light. Good thing I can see well in the dark. I arrive at the llama farm we just happen to have in this town (I don't know why...), wake a llama up, secure it, and fly it back, where Serena is nearly done with the computers. It's 4:55 when I get back. (The llama farm is on the edge of town, and I can fly fast so it only takes me an hour and five minutes.)

"Wow. It's so soft. It's cute, as well.", she says, stroking it. It licks her and she laughs.

"Here. I got a bag of llama food from the farm.", I say, handing her the bag, which she takes and holds out a handful for the llama to eat.

"It tickles.", she says, while the llama is eating out of her hand. We end up finishing planning while the llama goes back to sleep.

"I think that we should just spray paint the entire locker. Like you said, they're drab and dingy and need a pop of color. Only certain ones though, so like two, three per set of lockers.", I say, organizing the spray paint for the fifth time because there's nothing to do. By now it's about 5:00, so we should probably get started.

"Yeah. And one color per locker. Spray both the inside and the out.", she says. "You take four colors and I'll take four colors."

The natural locker color at our school is that standard issue, drab, tan khaki color. I hate it and so does Serena, which is why we're spray painting them. I take crimson, turquoise, orange, and purple and Serena takes black, yellow, green, and cobalt. As soon as I have the doors open, I take the llama into the library while Serena starts on the lockers. I know the librarian doesn't come in until 10:00, so nobody should notice it til then. Unless it starts bleating.

I lead it to the library, but it has other plans. It stops and decides to make a bathroom out of a kid's locker. Oh well, one more thing to add to our list.

After I get the llama into the library, I find Serena on the first floor. There are lockers on each side of the hallway, so she does one side and I do the other. Once we have one locker of each of our four colors in the set, we move onto the next set of lockers, switch colors so now I have Serena's colors and she has mine, and so on, until we have all sets on both floors done. It took a long time because the floors are so big and there are so many lockers. It took us from 5:05 til 6:30 to get them all done, about an hour and 25 minutes. We specifically painted the lockers of people we hate, like Angelina, Cole, Luna, and Samuel. Teachers start to come at around 6:45, so we got out and I texted Jack to tell him Serena's coming back to the warehouse with me.

R: Serena's coming back to the warehouse with me because we have everything done and we only have 15 min. until teachers start coming. Be over in a minute.

J: Ok. I'll be here. Coffee?

R: Yes. Much needed.

Since we only have 15 minutes till the teachers start arriving so I take Serena by the hand and fly us back over to the warehouse, which only takes about 2 minutes when I fly from school to the warehouse. When we get inside, Jack is up sitting on the couch and watching the news while keeping an eye on the coffee maker. The reason we're still in the warehouse is because the house has been quarantined and scheduled for demolition. It wasn't even our house...

"So? What did you do?", he asks in a casual tone as Serena and I sit down on the couch.

"We spray painted some lockers because we were tired of the boring khaki color. I hacked the computers.", Serena says. "And Raven stole a llama."

He jumps, falls off the couch, and nearly spits out his coffee. "What? Why!?", he says, while trying to hold back a laugh. We all can't help but laugh at that a little. Still laughing a bit, I jump in.

"I flew out to the llama farm, did you know we had a llama farm on the edge of town? We do, I thought it was a bit weird. Anyway, yeah, I flew out to the llama farm, picked up a llama, and brought it back. Oh my God, I make it sound so simple.", I say, which sets us all off again. "And then I put it in the school library!"

"I can see the announcement now. 'Staff and students, please excuse the interruption. The library is temporarily off-limits because someone put a llama in it!", Serena laughs. "And then the next announcement. 'Staff and students, please excuse this interruption. The second floor boys' bathroom is closed due to exploding, overflowing toilets."

"This will be fun.", I say.

We go to school like we were never there. Of course, when we got there, people were looking confused when they found all their belongings covered with paint. And as Serena predicted, the librarian comes in and finds the llama, probably going to the office, and 3, 2, 1...

"Excuse the interruption, but the library is off-limits for now, as an unknown llama has been placed in it by person or persons unknown."

Hearing that made my day, seriously. It's just funny to hear that. If you heard that out of context, you would be on the floor, laughing your head off. At lunch, all the teachers are in the teacher's lounge, all the kids are in the cafeteria... Perfect time to blow up a bathroom. Second floor, boys' bathroom, exploding toilet. Enough said. I'm not going into detail. (Just to say, middle school boys are disgusting!) We're in the middle of sixth period, which is Core Enrichment (aka Advanced Reading) for me and Serena when the next announcement comes on.

"Excuse the interruption, but the second floor boys' bathroom is off-limits for now due to plumbing issues."

"A.K.A an exploded toilet.", I say under my breath with a grin. Serena, who's sitting next to me, snickers. "They'll try to look at the cameras, but I've already wiped them."

"That and the fact they probably already suspect us.", she whispers. I shake my head.

"Not this time. I made sure.", I say, looking at the speaker. Hopefully, what I've done has worked and they don't suspect anyone. At least not me or Serena. There's nothing like taking precautions, especially if you're a criminal.

On the way out of the building at the end of the day, Luna grabs my arm.

"You. I know that was you. Even if they didn't say it, it was you."

"What does it matter if it was?", I say, turning to face her, irritated. She doesn't loosen her grip on my arm.

"Can't you stop it?", she asks. I give her a look.

"No, and even if I could, I wouldn't. I don't want to.", I snap, forcing her arm away.

"Is this what you do? You just, wake up, and you're like, 'This is what I'm going to do today.' Why?"', she practically yells at me. I give her an inquisitive look and take a deep breath.

"Come by later. You might learn something. Oh, and stop being a drama queen.", I say. I think I'm gonna need 9 bodies, a knife and a flamethrower...

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Luna does stop by and as soon as she steps in she can see I'm covered in blood and holding a knife, surrounded by burnt bodies.

"Your eyes are black.", she says. No dip, Sherlock.

"I killed them in cold blood. No mercy.", I say, poking one of the bodies with my foot. "Two A positives, an AB negative, three O positives, two B positives, and an O negative."

"How?", she asks after a minute. I smile.

"Like this." I then dip my hand in the pool of blood on the floor and lick my fingers, causing her to look away. "A positive, AB negative, O positive, B positive, and O negative. I figured out the body count by how much of each type is in here."

"That's... disgusting. And did you kill them to make this point?", she asks, moving out of the way of the blood slowly trailing towards her shoes.

"Yes.", I breathe, looking at the bodies. "Sinking the knife into their skin, tearing their internal organs apart, watching the life drain slowly out of their bodies, listening to the blood drip onto the concrete, forming a red river..." My head snaps up and I look at her like a predator looks at prey, with that hungry, fierce look. "It feels so good. The streets will run red. Do you understand now?"

We hear the door open and Jack walks in. He just casually puts his coat down, walks over to me, grabs my hands and gives me a kiss and hugs me. He doesn't even care that he's full of blood now.

"Bad day?", he asks.

"Depends how you look at it. Bad day for them, definitely.", I say, once again looking at the bodies. Luna looks like she's about to throw up. "If you're going to be sick, be a dear and do it outside. It's going to be hard enough to get out these blood stains."

With that, she runs out the door and we can hear her throwing up outside. Well that takes care of that part. Now for the harder part. Getting all this blood cleaned up. I wave my hand over the mess and the blood gets cleaned up, and then snap my fingers and our clothes are clean again. Now about these bodies... Might as well put them in the dumpster with the others, or I could use them for experiments. Well, they're burned so not really useful. Guess there's nothing to do but throw them away. I make a circle with my hand and all 9 bodies float up in the air and I walk them over to the dumpster. And... done. Disposed of properly. Well, as proper as you can get when dealing with bodies. I walk back and find Jack washing off my knife in the sink.

"Had a dark moment there, did we?", he asks me, drying off the knife. I lean on the sink next to him.

"Nah. Just did it to prove a point to Luna.", I say. He looks surprised.

"Really? Nine bodies just to prove a point? That's my little devil girl.", he says with a smile.

"I may be the devil, but don't you dare call me little girl again. I can take you on any day.", I say, with a smile. He just chuckles and pulls me into a hug. I push him off, laughing. He splashes some water on me and I retaliate by taking a bowl of water from the sink and dumping it on his head. He stands there, shocked.

"Cold, cold, cold.", he says, grabbing the hose from the sink. "Oh, it is on."

"Is that a challenge?", I ask, dodging a majority of the water, but still getting completely soaked with water. We end up having a water fight and completely soaking one another. Who said a criminal can't have fun? I look around. We made this place more of a mess than when it was full of blood. Guess this place could've used a good washing... I get the warehouse dry and Jack gets some towels. He throws one on my head and gives me a noogie. I take his towel and form a whip with it and growl playfully.

"Don't.", I warn him.

"Oh, come on. You know you love me.", he says.

"Maybe.", I drawl, nabbing his towel, causing him to chase me around until I take flight. Then I fly overhead and drop both wet towels on his head.

"Hey!", he yelps. I fly down and land on him, tackling him to the ground. He brushes some hair out of my face. "Hey..."

"Flirt."', I say, getting off him and flashing him a devilish grin. He laughs and shakes his head.

"What am I going to do with you?", he says. I give him a smirk.

"Well, I'm not that easy to get rid of, so I guess you'll just have to keep me.", I say. He just smiles. We start to relax for the evening, which includes us doing the homework we find interesting. I'll do both of our science and reading homework and he'll do both of our social studies and math homework. Then we'll sit on the couch and watch TV, him usually pulling me close to him. I'll usually lay my head on his shoulder. Yes, we are in love, but we don't allow it to cloud judgement. We both know that the other is capable, so if one of us says to run, the other would do well to run and let the other handle the situation.

"How old are you?", Jack suddenly asks.

"Why?", I ask. Well, he was bound to find out some time, sooner or later.

"I get the feeling you're older than you look. No offense, you're awesome, it's just I feel like your soul is ancient but you're in the body of a 14 year old.", he says. I give him a quick kiss.

"Ok, first, don't talk to me about souls, much less ancient ones.", I say. "And second, I should probably tell you this now. You know I'm a witch and that I can't die and that I have wings, but you don't know how old I am. I'm not going to lie to you, my age might come as a shock."

"Just tell me. I want to know.", he says, hugging me closer to him.

"Ok. Well, technically, I was born in 1682, in Massachusetts. You know what happens in the next ten years? The Salem Witch Trials. Over two hundred people accused of witchcraft, 'The Devil's magic', they called it, and 20 people were killed or 'hanged', both of those groups including my family. My mom and my sister... They were both tried and found guilty and hanged in September 1692. My father died shortly after that from illness, I can't remember, it was over 300 years ago.

"Two months before I was born, a reverend's daughter and niece started having what I can only describe as 'fits', and the local doctor blamed the supernatural. Another girl had the same symptoms. Towards the end of the February, under pressure from some of the magistrates, the girls blamed three women for causing this, and thus causing the first three accusations of witchcraft.

"I couldn't risk being found out then, so I had to learn to control my powers. And it worked, but it was hard to live, fighting illness, even though I can't get sick, I had to act like it, doing work without magic, and dealing with the town idiots in a different way. In May 1693, all accused were released and families of the killed were given compensation, but the damage was done. Several girls lost moms and sisters, families were torn apart. It wasn't nearly as bad as my parents and grandparents, and so on generations over in Europe. They had a 'witchcraft craze', you might say. It started in the 1300s and ended around the time the Salem trials started, so late 1600s. Tens of thousands of people, mainly women, were killed. Including my grandma, great grandma, so on, all the way back to the 1300s. I know I can't die, but apparently I'm the only one who can do that... So yeah, I'm actually 335.", I finish, pulling back from him to look him in the eye. He looks shocked and fascinated at the same time.

"I knew there are some things you want to keep private, but damn... I wasn't expecting that. Now it makes sense why you hated it when Hitler stole your Nutella.", he says. I laugh.

"Well at least he got what was coming to him. But there was so much more before that, like the Great Northern War, the patent of the first steam engine, the knighthood of Isaac Newton, The Darien Scheme, the ending of The Nine Year War, the publication of Sherlock Holmes... Plus that idiot.", I say, smiling.

"Sound like a great life.", he says. I give him a look.

"Despite everything I just said, yeah, it is.", I say. "It was really confusing, having to adapt to each century's fashion. 1600s, had to wear a bonnet and maiden's dress. 1700s, those annoying as hell gowns, corsets, and fans. 1800s, pretty much the same. 1900s, the fashion started to change. The big gowns went out of fashion and more business-like dresses came around, and the fans turned into lace umbrellas. I'm so much more comfortable with the modern fashion than any of the previous centuries.", I say.

"How were the 80's?", he asks, laughing.

"Do not. Do not bring those up again.", I say, hitting him playfully.

"Did you have the hair? And the clothes?", he asks.

"Thankfully, no.", I say. "I didn't, because then if someone took a photo... you get where I'm going with this."

"Let me guess, you'd hunt them down, burn the photo and torture them?", he says.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm going to get some coffee. Want some?", I ask, changing the subject.

"Sure. Did you start any of the wars back then?"

"Maybe... No... Yes.", I say, starting the coffee maker. He smirks. "What? I was getting bored of peace treaties between countries. Some action was needed."

"Nothing. It's just, it sounds like your nature to start a couple of wars.", he says. The coffee finishes and I hand him a cup.

"No dip, Sherlock.", I say. "I've also been alive for six Venus transits. That's not something everyone can say. You'd be lucky to live through two in a human lifespan. Seeing as they happen in pairs with eight years between the pair transits and more than a century between the next pair. The ones in the 1600s were 1631 and 1639, but the next transit was 1731 and then 1739. The next one is going to be December 11, 2117."

"I didn't know you liked astronomy.", he said, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Oh hon, when you've been around for as long as I have, you can't help but love these things. I read up on the then recent works of Galileo Galilei and Johannes Kepler. Astronomy and chemistry, my two favorite units of science.", I say. "Galileo found the four main moons of Jupiter; Io, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa. Kepler worked on the laws of planetary motion and provided the foundation for Isaac Newton's theory on gravity."

We end up turning off the TV, listening to my stories from way back when instead.

"That was useful, I have a history test tomorrow over the history of America.", Jack says. I smile.

"Last minute review? Yeah, that's me, a walking encyclopedia."

"Well, what can I say? I haven't been around as long as you."

"That's true.", I say, just as there's a knock on the door. Jack looks up. "Did you invite anyone?"

"No, you?", he asks. I shake my head and we cautiously walk over to the door.

"On three.", I mouth to him. He nods. "One, two..."

We open the door, and there stands four men, each of them with a mark on their neck. Damn it. Rival web.

"Raven.", one of them says. I put on a smirk.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" He smiles, showing his yellow teeth.

"We've been told to come and get you and bring you back to the boss. Dead or alive.", he says. I put on a doubtful look.

"Well, since that's not gonna happen, can I offer any of you a mint?" That's the last thing said before Jack is unconscious on the ground and I have a knife to my throat.

"You listen here, you little slut. We know about your whole little business deals thing, and our boss wants to make a deal with you."

"No. See, your boss may have told you that, but he just wants to kill me. Also, you mess with my boyfriend, you mess with me.", I say calmly.

"I feel so threatened. Well, that would be nice of him to kill you, cause you're a pain in the ass. He did say he wanted us to come get you, dead or alive.", he says.

"Sorry, but that's not gonna happen.", I say, elbowing the guy holding me in the stomach. He collapses and I'm able to knee him in the forehead. That should put him out of action for a little while. I turn to the other three men.

"He did say you'd probably be like this.", the leader says. I shrug.

"Lucky guess.", I say, before starting on one of the other men. He comes at me with a knife and his hand raised. I grab his hand and force it to the side, leaving me access to punch him in the chest, then the stomach, but not before he cuts my hand. He falls over and I drive my heel into his head. Ignoring the blood running down my arm, I brush some hair out of my face.

The other goon decides to go the old-fashioned way. He throws a punch and I grab his arm and twist it under my arm, breaking it. He throws another punch with his other hand, this one connecting with my nose and mouth. Since I'm still holding his arm, I flip him over and body slam him into the ground.

The one who was holding me is starting to get up, so I kick him in the ribs, breaking at least three of them with the force I used. I then put my foot on his neck and snap his neck. The only one left is the leader, who I have a special idea for.

"Looks like it's only you and me now. Don't worry, I have a special way I'm going to deal with you.", I say, my wings unfolding. He looks startled, causing me to smirk. "What, did the boss not tell you I have wings?"

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and fly up to the ceiling of the warehouse. I stop and hover, analyzing if a fall from this height would kill him. In the end, I'm up a hundred feet in the air, still holding the man.

"Yeah, I said I'm not coming with you. Tell your boss he can send all the people he wants, I can deal with them on short notice.", I say before flying us straight at the ground, driving him into the concrete and showering me in blood, spraining my ankle in the process because the concrete broke. I stand up with my wings still out, pull out my knife, and go around to each one, stabbing them through the heart to make sure they're dead. I slowly get up, looking at the five bodies on the ground, and laugh at the plan I came up with.

I take out my phone and snap a photo of each body and send it to their boss. I get glimpse of myself in the mirror. My black hair is messed up, I'm covered in blood and still bleeding, and Jack's still unconscious. I walk over to Jack and snap my fingers so he floats, and lay him down on the couch. I take a seat, because standing up is getting hard from blood loss and I need to stop my cuts bleeding and get some ice on my sprained ankle.

I use some of the materials closest for makeshift bandages until I can get the first aid kit. Dish towels, laundry, whatever. Jack wakes up a few minutes later.

"Get the ice and first aid kit.", I instruct. He does, and I put the ice on my ankle.

"What happened?", he asked, starting to undo the bandages while I pinch my nose to stop the bleeding. I wince when he undos the bandage around my hand. "Sorry."

"So, after they knocked you out, they held a knife to me, called me a few things, and I beat the crap out of them. Although, I did kinda destroy the floor.", I say, looking over at the four bodies still lying on the floor. "I didn't clean them up yet. I was getting faint from blood loss and I can't really walk. I sprained my ankle."

"Damn, you beat the crap out of them. Where did you get cut?", he asks, threading a needle.

"Hand and arm.", I say, sucking in a deep breath as he starts stitching my arm. I put the ice on my arm just above where he's sewing my skin back together. He finishes and cuts the string, and I grab some alcohol from the table and pour it over the stitches.

"Ah!", I yelp. "Jesus Christ."

Jack threads another needle and starts on my hand, so I put the ice on my wrist.

"Jeez, seriously, I can't believe you took them all out.", he says.

"Don't underestimate me. I'm 324, I've been around. I've had worse.", I say, wincing. "World War 1 and 2? The Revolutionary War? The Civil War? They had lead cannon balls that could take off your hand in the Civil War. I was fighting for the North."

"Well, let me say, you did good. Hand me that gauze and medical tape, your stitches are done.", he says.

"Oh thank the dear Lord Jesus Christ. I hate needles.", I say in one breath, giving him the gauze. He wraps my wrist first, then does my arm. The next 30 minutes I take a shower, which hurts, whether it's hot or cold. When I get out, I take a swig of the alcohol still sitting on the table. Damn I'm tired. I fall face first onto the bed and fall asleep immediately.

Being silent for a week and trying to clear your mind of all thought isn't for the faint hearted, but I do wish everyone could try it at least once. I find it calming with all the havoc going on. I'm silent for the week after that attack, processing everything, going over it again and again. The only people I speak to are Jack and Serena, because I don't go to school for said week. It's Thursday night and I'm getting to a point of frustration with this, out of it.

I take the bottle of alcohol that's currently open and take a drink. I get my more creative ideas when my mind has something to give it a boost. Suddenly, there's a loud pounding on the door. If it's those damn thugs again...

I open the door and find Luna, bloody, bruised, and what seems to be drugged. A look of fear crosses her face. She tries to say something, but I shush her and bring her in, her leaning on my shoulder. We make it to the couch before she passes out. I pull up a chair next to her.

"Jack? We're going to need the first aid kit again. And some Ibuprofen.", I call, before taking her shirt off and assessing the damage. "You're going to have one hell of a hangover when you wake up, sis."

While Jack gets the first aid kit, I wave my hand over her forehead to see her recent memory. Nothing, nothing, wait. There's a guy. He's walking towards her and... he jabs a needle into her neck and starts beating her. Then he takes a knife out and starts cutting her. I see someone run around the corner and tackle him. I thank whoever it was. After that, they chase him out of the alley she was in. The scene shifts so I think that means she started to walk here.

When Jack comes back, I show him the memory. His face becomes increasingly worried as he watches. I sigh.

"Who is it?", I ask.

"Max Lewin."

"Who?"

"He's in my web. I personally wanted to kill him about 30 times one month. He loves to steal from coworkers. He'll do anything if he wants to."

"So drugging and beating my sister? That's not going to stand.", I say, getting up.

"He usually likes to hang out in deserted areas.", Jack tells me. I give him a kiss.

"I know where he is.", I say, before leaving and flying to the abandoned millhouse in the ravine in the woods. There's a whole town of old fashioned buildings here, but they were fenced off so no one's allowed to go in. A ghost town, basically. I never really got the chance to explore this place, but I really need to.

I try the door and find it's stuck, so I kick it in. It's a one room place, with a small fireplace across the room and debris everywhere. Raccoons, probably.

"Max Lewin?", I call out.

"Who's asking?", he calls back, stepping out of the shadows. I roll my eyes.

"Do you even realize how many times over that's been done? It's just lame."

"Didn't expect such harsh criticism from you, sweetheart.", he says, reaching out to touch my cheek. I clench my jaw, smirk, and push him away.

"Get off. I will punch you.", I say in disgust. This dude's at least in his 30's.

"Touchy. Now, tell me what you want, darling."

"Well, for one, I want you to stop calling me that. The name's Raven. And second, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop attacking the people close to me. Because that just encourages me to hunt you down and kill you.", I say coldly. I can't tell, it's dark, but I swear a look of fear crosses his face when I say my name.

"Raven? Ah, well, I don't know anyone who might be of importance to you that I've had contact with lately."

"How about a girl you drugged and assaulted tonight? She's my sister. Hell, I don't even know if she's alive right now. She just barely made it to my place before collapsing."

"Again, no one of importance."

"Say that again. And know when I say that, I'm giving you a chance to change what you said.", I say, feeling anger starting to heat up. His eyes spark.

"No one of importance.", he whispers. That's it, he's dead. I cast a torture curse on him. It's obvious he's in pain, but he tries to cover it up with a laugh. I twist my hand more. That stops him laughing.

"No. You know who isn't of importance? You. You sad, pathetic, jackass.", I hiss. I unclench my fist and he falls dead. I wave my hand to make his corpse look decomposed, like he was buried a century ago. I tidy up, or well, make a mess, depending on how you look at it.

After I finished that, I fly back to the warehouse. I find Jack sitting next to Luna, who's holding a cup of coffee. I walk over to them and drop to my knees in front of Luna. I put a hand to her forehead.

"You OK?", I ask. She nods. "Good. Max is dead."

"Really? What did you-"

"I killed him and aged his corpse to look like it was from a century ago.", I say, getting up and grabbing a blanket.

"Wow. Here.", Jack says, taking the blanket from me and wrapping it around Luna. She'll probably be in shock.

"I told you it wouldn't stand. Luna, I know it's probably not the best idea to ask you this right now, but why were you in that alley?", I ask, getting back down in front of her.

"I was just walking back from Angie's house, it's her birthday, and I was about three blocks from my house. It was a shortcut. That's when he attacked me. I walked here because I thought one of you guys would know him and why he did it.", she says. I roll my eyes. Of course she was at Angelina's.

"Well, you're in luck because I knew who he was, and Raven just got back from tracking him down.", Jack says.

"Tracking? I killed him. Well, Luna, just some advice. Don't go down alleys at night if you want that to happen. Just stick to walking around before dark. Because that's when we come out. But no one messes with my family.", I say. She nods again. I get up and pull Jack aside.

"So... what now?", he asks.

"I don't know. Keep her here for tonight and tomorrow? Have Angelina and Cole stop by? Look, I know they're not our favorites but she's friends with them. Plus, they'd probably show up anyway.", I say, thinking out loud.

"Yeah, that works.", he says. I take out my phone and send a text to Angelina.

Luna's been hurt. Taking care of her currently. You can stop by tomorrow.

Then I send one to Serena.

I can't believe how undramatic entrances are getting these days. My sister got attacked, and when I hunted the guy down, he stepped out of the shadows. Sooo lame. He's dead now.

I get a reply from Serena first.

S: I know right. People need to get more creative.

R: Yes. The problem with being 324 is that you've already seen most of the dramatic entrances.

S: I'd assume back then they didn't really have dramatic entrances.

R: They didn't. They also didn't have pyrotechnics or sliced bread. But then, time kept moving, and this happened.

Then, finally, I get a reply from Angelina. Took her long enough.

A: Really? Who did it? Is she OK?

R: Calm. Down. She's fine. Jack's watching her. It doesn't matter who did it, because they won't do it again.

A: I don't even want to know what you did. What time?

R: Yeah. You probably don't. Probably 3. Bring Cole.

I walk back to Jack and Luna and sit down across from them.

"Luna, you're staying here tonight. Don't argue. Angelina and Cole are going to stop by around 3 tomorrow.", I say. She nods.

"Can I at least call my parents?", she asks, taking out her phone. I get a pillow for her and put on the couch. If he attacked her tonight, how many others know by now? This is going to get tough. I sit down next to Jack, and when I hug him, I whisper to him.

"This is going to get tough. You sure you want to stick around?"

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere.", he says. I hear Luna whimper and when I turn, I see her standing by the couch.

"I know it may seem childish, but can you tell me a story? Maybe one that fits in with my school work.", she asks. I smile and nod. She probably needs a story to take her mind off recent events.

"Sure. How does the Revolutionary War era sound? Is that what you're doing?", I smile. She nods. "Ok, well, when the country unanimously decided George Washington should be president, he had to set up everything himself. He's the one who put in the four-year term, and the rule that you can only be elected president twice. I don't know why some presidents went to four terms, the idiots. Anyway, I had my hair cut short, they legit thought I was a guy, so George put me in his Cabinet. And every single meeting, debate, and issue, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson never stopped arguing. Hamilton would say one thing, Jefferson would have a response, and soon they were arguing about nothing with some very violent and colorful language. At one point, they got physical, I think. It was actually hilarious.

"It was tradition that the Secretary of State sat on the president's left and the Treasury Secretary on his right. As Hamilton was Treasury Secretary and Jefferson was the Secretary of State, Washington sat right in between them. I felt so bad for the man, he had to sit there while Hamilton and Jefferson tried to kill each other through words. I remember at one point he had to send both of them out because they wouldn't stop arguing. He stopped me after one of the meetings and said, 'Those two will be the end of each other. It is a miracle they haven't already.' Those meetings were like the equivalent of rap battles and both of them... Whoo, boy, both of them could drop bars and spit fire. Madison got involved once, or more got dragged into one of the arguments by Hamilton and Washington had to send Jefferson and Hamilton out so Jefferson could comfort Madison. Jefferson was really protective of Madison, as Hamilton was protective of his friends as well.

"I remember walking through the camp at night with some of the other officers during the war and Hamilton would be up still working on something or other to his friends or his wife. Hamilton had basically 3 friends. Laurens, a nice guy, he loved turtles and fighting against slavery, and I think he was secretly Hamilton's boyfriend, you cannot tell me otherwise. Lafayette, one of the French officers. The dude had 9 names, with a comma and a hyphen. And Mulligan, an immigrant from Ireland who worked as a tailor. We'd walk around and keep an eye on the camp, and we'd usually find Lafayette in Washington's tent, discussing battle plans and French aid. Laurens would usually be drawing something. Mulligan would be reading normally. Anyway, the camp was attacked one night, the damn British. And it was chaos. The generals were arguing over orders before Washington gave up and put in another general. Don't even get me started on Yorktown. Urgh...

"While Washington and the British were discussing surrender terms, the Patriots were singing. You know the song 'Yankee Doodle'? It was originally sung by the British to make fun of the Americans, but when the British surrendered, the Americans turned it to make fun of the British... Oh how the tables have turned. When the British marched out, French troops lined one side of the road and American troops on the other side. The British kept their eyes on the French and tried to ignore the Americans, until Lafayette, being the boss ass that he was, yelled out a command and the American band burst out into the song, which caused the British to look at the Americans. One of the British officers even said they never wanted to hear the song ever again. I honestly wanted to punch all of them. British and Americans. When you read what happened, you just want to slap them all."

Jack chuckles and Luna's listening in awe.

"Did you do any traveling?", Jack asks.

"Hell yes. Ireland, London, Scotland, France.", I say. We talk for a little while longer before I tell Luna to go to bed.

I stay up after she and Jack go to bed and I can't help but think. If he attacked her today, who's target will she be tomorrow? Who's target Jack will be tomorrow? Who's target I'll be tomorrow?