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It's been a while since I've uploded anything here. I blame my almost a year depression and two months of suidical thoughts. Those two wrecked my writing skills so bad that this is the only thing I could came up with (and from all the other 5 drafts, this one wins by a roll of a dice. Lucky thing...). So forgive all the rushing and confusion of extra members and scenes that weren't really important. As for myself, I'll try to take care of my depression and keep myself from harm. I hope...

Louis

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FALL SPECIAL 2010

PART 1

WHEN ALL COMES CRASHING DOWN...

Lionel blinked his eyes sleepily. He gazed left and right and his sleepiness was shot out. He stood there in the middle of the living room of some house. Bottles and dirty laundry scattered around the red-carpeted floor. Beside him was a black couch with rips and tears here and there. The wads of cotton from the cushion spilt to the floor of the un-vacuumed carpet. The beige walls of the room were filled with cracks and footprints from who knows why. He stepped closer to the small table close to the couch. A broken 14" TV with a busted screen still emitted the same sparks. The shrapnel on the floor close to his bare feet had bloodstains covering it. His body became as shaky as his breath. Sweat began to cover his pale face.

"N-no..." He mumbled. A heavy thud snapped his attention towards the hallway. A figure, a little smaller than his stature, walked deeper into the house, wobbling with each step. He quickly ran after it. Though the distance was small, it felt miles for the blonde young man. He heard the sound of a broken door and began to panic. He ran desperately and finally reached the end of the corridor. In front of him was the figure, a light blonde woman with wavy hair and sharp green eyes, standing over something on a bed. In her hand was a sharp kitchen knife. The blade of the 8" tool gleamed under the fluorescent lighting of the room. The woman, probably in her early thirties, started to growl at the one she stared. A young baby boy, not even three months old, was waving his hand around in front of him. The blue-eyed baby gurgled as he tried to reach the woman.

"STOP SMILING AT ME!!" She barked suddenly, causing Lionel and the small baby to flinch. The baby started to cry. "SHUT UP!!" The woman raised the blade high in the air and brought it down quickly. Lionel gave a loud gasp and tried to move. All his limbs were completely paralyzed. He couldn't move or even try to prevent whatever was going to happen next.

The drunk and deranged woman stabbed the child on the stomach. The baby cried harder, blood seeping through its baby clothes and crawled slowly on the knife. She pulled the steel and began to raise the blade once more.

"ENOUGH!!" Lionel screamed harder, tears started to form on his face. Before the woman was able to bring it down once more, the front door was knocked down; causing a loud bang that distracted the three of them. They turned just in time to see a few police officers barging into that bedroom and jumped towards the female. The knife on her hand was flung away as she dropped to the ground with two officers. Another one held the baby's wound and brought him to the paramedics. All this time, Lionel was paralyzed in fear, not knowing what to do. All of a sudden, the two officers holding down the woman suddenly burst into flames. They rolled away from the woman, screaming in agony. The others turned and were horrified to see the woman, standing tall with a fireball on each hand. She threw the flames to the other officers who dodged it quickly and made a run for it. As the sorceress began to cast another fireball, an officer pulled out his gun and quickly fired at her. The bullet pierced her head and she collapsed to the ground. The baby was immediately taken to the hospital with the two downed officers. The others stayed there and began to collect some evidence. They chatted for a while before finally deciding to work from the outside first, leaving Lionel alone with the witch's body.

The golden blonde man remained there with his gaze on the floor. His whole body trembled. He felt completely helpless in that situation. He never had the courage to charge in and tackled the woman. Tears began to form in his eyes once more. He sobbed once more, regretting not to do anything that day. Then again, how could he?

"SHUT UP!!" A loud and familiar voice made him jump. Shakily, he turned around and saw the flame sorceress standing there in front of him. Fresh blood continued to flow from the bullet wound on her forehead. On her hand, the sharp and bloody knife dripped blood to the carpeted floor. Round red stains continued to form close to her. Lionel was now paralyzed in fear. His legs gave away and he fell backwards. His pale face had the expression of fright. The woman padded closer to the shaking man with a cynical expression on her face.

"That's right, boy," she cackled. "Shake. Cower in fear."

"G-get away from me!!" Lionel screamed as he scooted away from the woman. His heart stopped when he felt the corner of the room. He had nowhere to run. The female chuckled sinisterly as she took another step. In desperation, Lionel took out his card and summoned his weapon. The white spear immediately punctured the female through her chest, directly at the heart. She was surprised at first. Then she looked down to the weapon and her bleeding chest.

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"Hmm?" Louis slowly opened up his eyes. He sat up and stared out the window. The late summer storm had brewed outside of the apartment building. Thunder boomed in the background of the rainstorm. He looked down below him and stared at the couch he slept on. The blanket he used before dropped to the wooden floor beneath him. His white t-shirt and black pajama pants had several folds here and there due to his tossing and turning.

"Why am I..." he mumbled before remembering a new fact. Lionel, him, and Alex were driving back from outside of town when the storm hit hard. It was hard to drive back to the Pride's house, so Lionel slept over to Louis' apartment.

"I guess the storm hadn't died down yet..." Louis mumbled. He looked around the room and found what he needed. A wall clock sitting conveniently over his television was pointing at around 12:38 at midnight. He sighed and flopped back down to the makeshift bed. He stared blankly to the ceiling. He raised his hand above his face and moved his hair from his eye. He then stared at his hand before getting a thought. Focusing his magic, he made small firefly-like lights around the room, giving the effect of floating among the stars. His concentration was soon broken down by a muffled groan. He stopped his magic and sat back up. He heard another noise this time. It sounded like someone's trashing around. In his room.

"Ly?"

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"Did you really think this would stop me?" She smirked to him. Lionel's face began to pale once more. He then felt his weapon heating up and starting to burn his hand. He let go of it and stared horrifically. The pure soul steel turned bright red and yellow before it slowly turned into molten steel. His mouth gaped at the vision of his weapon. It was designed specifically for him, a weapon that could withstand even the heat from a nova. Yet it turned butter just by touching the witch. A bare foot stepped on the burning liquid, causing Lionel's head to dart back up to the person in front of him.

"Now then, where should I strike first...?" She smirked. She licked the fresh blood of the knife, savoring the taste of iron sticking to it. Lionel tried to speak, but the words were stuck on his throat. Fear began to fill his mind, heart, and body. The woman gave another evil smile before raising her blade up to the air once more. She began stabbing him on his left thigh. The man screamed in pain as the blade sunk deeper before it was pulled out. Lionel dropped to his side and held his bleeding limb. The pain was worse than what the fiends could do. He gritted his teeth as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Oh how I love the sound of pain," the witch cackled. Lionel stared at her, begging for mercy, which she had very little of. She began to raise her blade once more and began to stab the man over and over again. The pain was excruciating. Lionel kept screeching in pain as the steel blade pierced his body multiple times.

"Stop! Please!" He begged as the blade never let out. The sorceress just laughed manically as she continued.

"...y..." A soft sound appeared from the background. Lionel couldn't hear it clearly for the pain and the witch's cackled filled his head.

"...nel...up"

The sound became clearer a bit. Lionel opened his eyes to see the woman raising her blade high once more. She began to push down towards his wide eyes.

"LIONEL!!"

Lionel's eyes were shot open once more. He panted as he gazed above him. Louis' body hovered over his. His long silver hair draped down from his shoulder. His silver eyes gazed worryingly on him. His hand hands were on his shoulder, holding it tightly. His vision gazed back to his worried cousin.

"Ly, are you okay?" He asked.

"Y-yeah..." He panted. "I will be in a sec..."

"That dream again?" Louis sat on the side of the bed as Lionel sat up as well.

"Y-yeah..." He wiped his forehead. His hand covered his tired eyes. "It's getting worse every year..."

The door swung open, getting their attention. Alex stood on the doorway, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes.

"Guys?" He yawned. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Lionel smiled at him. "Get back to sleep, little guy."

" 'Kay..." Alex mumbled. He went out and closed the door.

"We should get some rest too," Louis nodded. "We promised the others we'll be there at ten."

He slowly stood up and walked away from the bed. A small tug on the tail of his shirt stopped him. He gazed back down to see his cousin's muscular hand gripping tightly on the end of his wet T-shirt.

"Um..." Lionel blushed. "I know it sounds childish, but... Could you sleep here with me tonight? Don't wanna see that dream again..."

Louis just smiled and entered the bed with him.

"Thanks," Lionel smiled sheepishly as he began to doze off instantly. Louis chuckled under his breath.

'He must've been that exhausted...' He thought. He gazed down on his cousin's stomach. A small scar, only a few inches long, rested between the blonde man's pectoral muscles. The scar had remained there for as long as he could think. The first time he saw this was during one of the swimming meets Lionel used to enter. Louis shook his head a bit before pulling the thin white sheet over their bodies before drifting to sleep.

~~~~~

October 22

Next morning...

Louis blinked slowly as he took note of his surroundings. He noted that his alarm clock didn't buzz at all. He turned his head to the clock, which read 5:56 in the morning, four minutes before the usual earsplitting wake-up call. He began to question himself. He had never woken up before the clock before. A sudden tug around his stomach caused him to wake up into full alert. But he soon relaxed as he remembered about the person who was still sleeping behind him.

Lionel snuggled closely to his back. The bigger male's mast was pressed on his covered back. But it never bothered Louis. His cousin needed his presence now and he wouldn't let a little embarrassment come between them. The serene moment was abruptly interrupted by the loud buzzing noise coming from the alarm. They both were completely startled as Louis smacked the snooze button as fast as he could.

"Dammit..." Louis grumbled. "I hate that alarm clock..."

"Seconded..." Lionel growled. He began to stretch his upper body as he basked under the bright sunlight. The bigger male turned his head towards outside and smiled. "The storm's finally cleared."

"Perfect," Louis smiled. "We can do that picnic with the others today."

They stood up and began to stretch their bodies. Blood began to flow normally into their entire body. Feeling reenergized they began to plan for the morning.

"I'll go get something ready for us to eat," Louis said. "You can use the bathroom first. Towels and your clothes are at their usual places."

Before Louis had the chance to walk away, he felt two large arms surrounding his entire body. Lionel nuzzled into his silver hair and grunted in satisfaction.

"Thank you..." Lionel whispered. "For everything..."

"Hey. We're family. We'll stick together to the end," Louis chuckled as he held the forearms on his chest. He felt Lionel's member pressing up on his back.

"That's not what I meant, ya doof," Louis laughed. "Now get your butt in that shower before you begin to molest me with that rod of yours."

"Hm..." Lionel mumbled as he continued to snuggle to him.

"Come on, Ly. Lemme go!" Louis struggled to get away from the blonde's grip. Lionel caught him by surprise by suddenly picking him up and began to twirl around. Louis' feet flung in the air and reached the wall in front of him. He pushed back to Lionel, sending them crashing to the queen sized bed behind them. As Lionel's mind dazed, Louis took the opportunity to fight back. He escaped the blonde man's grip and began to tickle his sides. Lionel squirmed a little before pushing his cousin from his body. They continued to trash around until Lionel managed to pin the smaller male's limbs. They panted and gazed into each other's eyes. They both began to laugh out loud as Lionel rolled away from above Louis' body.

"Aww..."

They snapped their eyes towards the door, seeing Terrance, in his human form, leaning on the doorway.

"I used to wrestle with John like that..." He smiled. He leaned his head back and hollered. "Hey hun! Why can't we wrestle like before?"

"You're getting more reckless by each wrestle," John replied from somewhere in the kitchen. "Last time we wrestled, you practically dislocated my right shoulder."

"I said I was sorry!" Ter whined before shaking his head. His frown quickly turned into a grin as he stared at the cousins. "Are you two now..."

"No!!" The cousins barked as they blushed and quickly sat up. Terrance just laughed out loud roar of laughter, clearly enjoying his tease. The cousin blushed even more and in their thoughts, the sound of frying pan flying through the air would sound nice for once.

"I'll get that bath now..." Lionel said as he walked into the en suite bathroom, still beet red from before. Terrance continued his full-hearted laugh as he went to the living room. Louis blinked for a while, trying to comprehend the situation.

"Hey..." He said, standing up and walking towards the main room. "Why'd you two get here so early? And how did you get in?"

"First question," John said, flipping the French toast on the pan, "we wanted to make sure you had prepared lunch for the picnic. Alex said you didn't so we came over and took the liberty of doing it for you. Considering on what you did in there..."

Terrance chuckled slightly before being silenced by a glare from his mate.

"Second, Alex let us in," he continued and pointed to the boy on the dining table. Louis nodded and sat across his apprentice.

"Morning," the boy smiled.

"Mornin'," Louis replied. "How'd you sleep?"

"Well enough until you began to yell Lionel's name," he said. "After that, it was pretty restless."

"Sorry," Louis frowned.

"What's wrong with him anyways?"

"Reoccurring nightmares. Had them for a while, but it'll pass. Eventually..."

"Eventually?" The boy quipped.

"Eventually..." Louis repeated as he stared off to the long distance. His thoughts went back to the nightmare last night. It began exactly five years earlier, when Lionel accidentally found out about his job as a Hunter and the truth about his real mother. He shivered slightly at the memory. To see her first hand that time... It wasn't a pretty sight.

Louis took a look around and noticed one missing person in the room.

"Hey guys," he called the other two adults. "Where's Chris?"

"He didn't want to come," Terrance said. "Said that he got a lot of homework to do."

"Is it okay for him to be alone in the mansion?" Louis frowned.

"Don't worry," Ter smiled. "He can take care of himself. Besides, Vince and Seth are there to baby-sit him."

"Who?"

"Our boys," Terrance replied, causing the cop to stare in confusion. "They're crossing through different dimensions like us."

"Ah..." Louis nodded. "No wonder I've never met them. As a matter of fact, this is the first time I've ever heard about your kids."

"Well they're not exactly around all the time, right? Makes it harder to prove when you don't have any painting or pictures of them lying around."

"Speaking of not being around," John called his mate. "I think the boys need to come as well. They only come here once in a while, right? Especially Seth."

"If they do that, who's taking care of the little foxy?" Ter smiled and walked towards the cooking man.

"I could ask a favor from one of the Tusols, preferably Virgo."

"I thought you said she can't be available for a while."

"I said she won't be available for fighting since..."

The sound of running water stopped, indicating Ly's finished business. The young police chief slowly stood up, leaving the rambling duo in their business.

"I'm going to get a shower," he said, leaving the others. But at the same time, John and Terrance's heads snapped to a window, with a confused and startled look on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

"Not sure..." John replied with a murmur. "I thought I just heard a..."

The walkie-talkie on the counter began to ring out, startling the whole room. They averted their attentions to the device as sound began to produce.

"HQ to Camron Alpha 3," the female on the other side rang. "We have a code 12 emergency at Midday Avenue."

Louis' eyes went wide. Code 12 emergency was their code for an open fire situation in a civilian area. He dashed to the black communicator and pressed the reply button.

"This is Louis," he replied. "What's the status, Janet?"

"We have an innocent critically shot and needs help as fast as she can. Her husband has just arrived at the scene and giving her aid, but she's losing too much blood. Paramedics are already on the way but the traffic has kept them from reaching quickly."

"Alright. I'll go there as soon as I can. Contact Lieutenant Stellar to..."

"Um, chief..." She interrupted.

"Yes?"

"The victim... It's Veronica..."