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****"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.****

  After a few silent seconds, Victor heard a sigh....then a blue ball zoomed past the doorway.  The woman ducked, and Gordan pressed his fat body to the wall.  Dee frantically shot eight balls down the hall, ducking once from a large white orb.  But Victor wasnt focused on her, he was focusing on Gordan, who was on the floor, curled up like a seven year old. Despite the situation, and all the tragidy that had just happened, he couldnt help but laugh. His attention shifted back to Dee when he saw her putting her hands together, and instead of shooting a blue ball, a thick ray of bright green light shot from her palms. It was so bright that Victor had to squint his eyes. Thats when he noticed his father. He was so entraced with the fight that he hadent noticed his dad waving his arms, trying to get his attention.  He raised his head a little,  to let his dad know he saw.  Vern pointed at his chest, then pointed at his son.  Victor assumed this meant "im coming over there." So Victor scooted back, and Vern dashed across the room, and leapt over the bed, crouching beside his son.

"Victor we need to get out of here."

"But, Dad those men are here to help us!"

"How do you know...what if they wanted to kill us but that woman...Dee got here first." The noise from the hall was loud, so they were talking into eachothers ears, trying to be as quite as possible.  That thought had never occured to Victor.   Before he could respond a loud bang came from the hall. Bright white light flooded the room, blinding them, as they sheilded their eyes. The light quickly dissapated, leaving silence.  Victor wished the bang would have been louder.  All this noise wasnt loud enough to wake any nieghbor. When he listened closer, he heard panting.

"Shit," cursed one of the men, he couldnt tell who.

"Is it just me or does she always seem to get away," Victor recognized that this was Patrick.

"She always runs when she knows shes loosing, she knows she could never win againt the two of us. Espicially with that bloat of a partner." grunted the older one....Federic or somthing like that, thought Victor, no it was Cedrc.

"Next time...." promised Patrick.  Victor heard foot steps move towards the door.  The two men appeared there.  One was tall, with short black hair, showing some grey.  He wasnt buff, but he had muscles. His eyes were small and beady. And he had a scar running from his left ear, down his neck, ending before his shirt. Guessing from his apperance Victor figured that he was around 40 years old. He knew it was Cedric. The younger one looked only about 18 years old, which seemed odd to Victor.  His hair was a light brown color, reaching his shoulders. He had square cheeck bones, and dark blue eyes, that looked like water. He was slinder and had toned muscles.

[for some reason i feel the need to make it clear that Patrick is very handsome...I just didnt wanna say that, it might sound a little wierd coming from Victors perspective...but yeah..hes a hot sexy piece of man...woah took it to far.]

Vern rose to his feet, Victor quickly followed.  He didnt want to look like a coward hiding behind a bed.

"Hello," said Patrick kindly.  Vern started walking towards the two men.  Victor looked at him wondering what he was gonna do.  Without stopping his father walked past them glaring, and headed down the hall, leaving Victor alone. He was shocked that his father had left him here, and began to follow, but what Patrick said next stopped him dead in his tracks.

"He looks happy to see you again" he laughed at Cedric.  Victor stood there, now at the footof the bed, staring at them in shock.  What did he mean, again.

*sorry for any bad spelling*