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should i make part 5? or should i stop? also, not much happens in this one, because i need to slow things down a bit!

[for anyone who is confused about these blue ball things.  Its magic.  First her hand will turn a neon blue light, then all the light moves to the middle of her hand. It makes a baseball size orb. So basically its a baseball of light...it floats like a centimeter above her palm, then she throws it.  Obviosly its dangerous.]

*** The freakish man had frizzy black hair sticking up everywhere. The man took a step foward, and Vern swung the umbrella with all his might. The man hollered in pain as he stumbled back onto the woman.***

She screamed, falling to the floor in pure rage. She shoved his fat body off her as he moaned an apology. Victors father jumped into the hall, swinging that unbrella like a mad man.  He swung it down like a golf club, striking the mans flobby belly. He hesitated as he swung for the woman, giving her a chance to produce another blue ball.  She shot it at the umbrella, making it fly down the hall. Vern dived back in the room, standing where he was before. Victor whatched his father as he franticaly searched for a weapon, but the corner his father was in, was empty. Suddenly every light blacked out. The only source of light was coming from the full moon shinning through the window. Victor saw a glint of light, reflect off one of the photographes on the wall. His father held it, ready once again to strike.

"Gordan!" screamed the woman, apperantly at the man. "Gordan!" The man groaned in reply. "Oh get off it you baby! Get your fat ass up, and get in there dammit"  Victor saw a big shadow rise from the floor, and stumble towards the door. Gordan balanced himself, before taking a step into the room.  Vern swung with all his might, the man ducked especting it this time, then swung his monster arm at Vern. Vern ducked avoiding it, them he swung the photograph at Gordan, strinking him on the left side of his face.  The glass shattered, as he hollered in pain.  He stumbled back and fell to the floor. "Gordan?" the woman gasped. "What the hell was that." Suddenly a blue ball of light appeared.  Instead of it shooting forward, it just sat in one spot.  As it spred its light a few feet around it, Victor could see the womans evil face glowing.  The light cast a faint glow over the man on the floor. "holy hell," the woman grumbled when she saw the blood. "you idiot" she ragged. At first Victor assumed she was yelling at Gordan, but as she contuined cursing he realized she was speaking to his father.

"Kill 'em Dee" groaned the man.

"With pleasure," laughed the woman.

"I dont think so" came a mans voice from down the hall.

"Who's there" screached Dee turning to face in the direction of the stair case. Just then the light flicked back on.  Victors father was still standing motionless by the door, holding the brooken frame. "Cedric," greeted the woman smiling, Oh god thought Victor, not another one of her friends, we wont get out of here alive.

"We warned you to mind your place Dee, we told you not to come here," said a voice. It was a different voice this time, it was more younger. Maybe its not her friend. Victor prayed, maybe they're here to help.

"Ah, Patrick. How nice of you to join us." Dee said sweetley

[for the confused. Victor and his father Vern are in Verns room right now. Victor is hiding in between the bed and wall. And Vern is standing next to the door, hiding behind the wall. Neither Victor nor Vern can see the two men speaking (Cedric and Patrick) because they are all the way down the hall. Victor can see the woman(Dee) and her accumplice(Gordan) because they are standing outside the door. Vern is standing beside the door, so he cant see in the hallway, unless he turned to look.]

  Gordan slowly rose to his feet, still holding the bloody wounds on his face. "Oh look at this," teased Patrick, "poor Gordan got injured. Oh and so did you Dee. I thought mortals were helpless. They seem to have been defeating you." The woman was obvioulsy pissed at what Patrick had said, her fists squeezed closed, and the veins in her neck pulsed.

"Screw you Patty. You bloody traider. If you wouldnt have came-"

"They would have killed you" interupted Patrick laughing.

"Dee," said the older man sternly, "me and you both know i have to kill you now."

"I'd like to see you try," she laughed, raising her hand, which still had the ball floating above it.

*sorry for any bad spelling. tell me what you think, and be honest!"