"I'm shooting out of this room
Because I sure don't like the company
Stop your preaching right there
Cause I really don't care
And I'll do it again"
~"Bulletproof Heart" by My Chemical Romance

*Gerard's Point of View*
That stupid little bitch had just hit me! I was going to kill him!
I was going to rip his pretty little throat out!
I was about to go after him, but Mikey grabbed my shoulder, stopping me. "Don't. We brought him here for a reason... We need him remember?" He urged. I growled, defeated, because my little brother was absolutely right. "Fine..." I mumbled after a moment, "We'll find him in the morning." I yawned and stretched, ready to sleep.
"If he survives the night." Bunny added. I shot her a glare.
We all walked back towards the tree house in an awkward silence. Pete and Mikey walked together, Bunny and Missy walked together, and Ray walked next to me. "So what are we going to do when we find him?"
I let him go first, and then started climbing the ladder after him. The tree house was where we all lived, all of us except for Patrick.
We lived there because none of us had families any more. They were all killed during the war. When Selven took over the Crystalline Kingdom, we rebelled against the empire, and we ended up here in the tree house.
It consisted of four trees, and each tree had a turret, plus one in the middle. Little creatures called Brownies helped up build it. Each turret had a fire, a bookshelf, a chest, and two beds, and we slept in the turrets. We always had an empty bed, if not an empty room, because sometimes Patrick stayed with us.
The turret in the middle was our main room. There was a few chest, a round table with eight chairs, a fire place, and several bookshelves with games and books on them.
It was a good place to live, and we all loved it here.
Ray and I walked across one of the bridges that connected each turret and into our room. I had the top bunk, and he had the bottom bunk. There was more space down there, but I didn't care. "Good night, Ray." I whispered, blowing out the candle, and stoking the fire.
"Night Gee." He said.
And then the room fell to silence as we both drifted off to sleep.

*Frank's Point of View*
When I woke up, I was in a medium sized room, on a rug by a warm brick fire place. A short green woman was standing by a kettle that was over the fire. I was confused because witches in Baden weren't green.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me blankly for a moment before opening her mouth to say, "I'm Missallie." She said hesitantly, "But you will call me Missy, or Miss Mars." She added before turning back towards the kettle.
"So uh... witches aren't usually green in Baden..." I said uncomfortably.
She turned back to me, "I'm not a witch." Then she turned away again.
I didn't say anything else.

"Keep up!" Mikey said in a whiny tone. He was teaching me to fight, but I couldn't hit him. I could easily dodge his fist, but I couldn't hit him. I tried to tackle him down, but as soon as I grabbed his waist I was sent flying. I hit a tree and fell to the ground, the air rushing out of my lungs.
I sat on the ground, trying to catch my breath, groaning.
"Get up!" Mikey shouted.
I shakily got to my feet, and he was on me in a heart beat, holding me against the tree by my throat.
I kicked my feet out, one of them hitting in the stomach, really hard. He dropped me, doubling over in pain. My knee connected with his face and he stumbled backwards. I gave him a chance to recover, "Okay, that was good." He said straightening out.

We spent about an hour with fighting before taking a break. "Today you're going to meet everyone. Each of us has something special to teach you." He said, "I will be your close combat, fist fighting teacher." He told me. "Well, I figured that out." I said with a grunt. Yay, more training.
"How do you handle a sword?"

The black haired boy literally could not stop laughing at me. "Oh my god, it's bigger than you are!" He gasped out, holding his side. I was holding a big-ass long sword, and I was very unbalanced with the two handed weapon.
"Maybe we should try something smaller." There was a ginger-blonde boy standing in front of me, biting back laughter. He was slightly shorter then me.
"I'm Patrick." The boy introduced, "I'm human, just like you." He added, "So you can kill me..." He warned.
"I'm going to be your sword master."

I was so horrible with a sword. I was on my feet for about ten seconds until he hit the hilt of the sword into my stomach, kicking me in the shin, and bringing the hilt down on my head. I groaned, laying on the ground. I felt him step on my chest, and the tip of his blade against my throat. "You've got a lot to learn." He said flatly.
"I give up! I give up! Please let me up!" I cried out.
Everyone laughed.

Next I met a man named Ray.
"So, your name is Frank." He said offering me his hand to shake. "I'm Ray." He added. He had a firm handshake, and strong callused hands. "I'm going to be teaching you how to hunt!" He informed me. He made it sound like the most important job in the world. I guess it was pretty important, I mean... they had to eat.
Five minutes in, and I was already having issues. I couldn't pull the bow string back far enough. As Ray watched me struggle, he began to laugh. I swear to God, Ray's laughter probably scared the entire forest away.
"Here. Try this." He dropped a light, more used bow into my hands. This one I could use without too much trouble.

Hunting had actually gone pretty well. Once I got past my clumsiness, I was actually pretty okay at shooting the bow. I had managed to shoot two rabbits, and a squirrel. I was pretty proud of myself. Ray on the other hand shot a ten point buck, but then again... he has had more experience then me.

Next I met a changeling child.
"I'm Pete." The shirtless boy offered me his hand to shake. His skin was boiling hot. "Ow!" I shrieked, jerking my hand away from his. He simply laughed.
"How sneaky are you?"
"I'm actually a huge cluts." I informed him.
He frowned, "Oh boy..." He sighed.

"Catch it!" He shouted throwing another apple at me. This had been going on for about ten minutes, and I still hadn't caught an apple. He just kept pelting me with apples. I held my hands out, hoping one would fall in my hand as I shied away from the flying fruit.
"Stop, stop! I caught one!" He threw one more apple and it hit me right between the eyes before it dropped to the ground. I proudly held up the apple that I had caught, and he scoffed. "Don't be so proud."
"My job is to make you sneaky." He told me as I examined my pale skin for bruises. "So you can come spy on the empire with me."
"The empire?"
"Gerard will explain later."

"So who are you?" I examined the girl in front of me as she sewed a patch onto the sleeve of my jacket. It was the girl I had attacked in the forest after waking up for the first time and running off.
I forgot to mention that Pete's blood has healing powers, so I don't have that cut on my arm anymore.
"I'm Sierra." She told me, "But you will call me Bunny, okay?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah..." I said, "Alright."
"I'm going to teach you the art of magic." She said holding up my jacket to admire her handy work, She had sewed a green patch on the left sleeve, with a weird, rather creepy smiley face on it. "Cool." I smirked.
"This patch will provide you with magic." She said as I slumped the jacket over my tattooed shoulders.
After awhile, she was telling me I was a lost cause. "You're unteachable!" She screamed at me. I flinched backwards. "Class dismissed!" She threw her arms up in a huff, before storming out of the room.

"I would hope you remembered my name?" The green girl walked into the room. I had met her earlier, but I couldn't remember her name. I fished around my memory for her name, "Missy!" I shouted out, and she flinched. "Yes, that's correct." She said, removing her hands from her ears.
"I will be working with you on school work. Like learning and stuff. Today's lesson is the history of Baden." She said. "So take your seat, and we'll begin." She continued. I sat down, and smiled. I was a smart person, and I liked school.
She saw me smiling, and smirked before she began talking, "First we will talk about the rulers of Baden. The first King's name was Charles Baden..."

My head hurt something awful after the lesson. So much information to retain!
"You are Satan."
She giggled cutely at me, "Run along and Find Mikes."
I assumed "Mikes" was Mikey.
It wasn't that hard to find him.
"Gerard is waiting for you, and he's getting impatient."
He lead me out into the forest, and left me in a clearing.
I was alone.
I thought I was alone.
"I'm going to teach you how to kill." Gerard, I assumed, had tackled me from behind, and had me pinned on my stomach, my left wrist twisted against my back, and my right arm flat out in front of me. I nodded frantically and he let me up.
"Let's begin."

After about an hour of lecturing me, he handed me a knife. "We're going to go kill something." He said with a smirk.

"No way!" I protested. He sighed, "Stop being such a pussy." He demanded. I groaned and nodded slowly.
I swallowed hard. "Through the throat." He reminded me.
I stared down at the helpless creature that I was about to slaughter. It's eyes were full of utter fear. Oh god...
I closed my eyes, and held my breath. I sunk the knife into the the creature's throat, cutting off it's desperate crying. I hopped away from the body, and let out the breath I was holding. "There..." I muttered, turning away from the dead creature.
"See, that wasn't so hard." Gerard said with a cold laugh. "I've hit you once." I said, "And I'll gladly do it again." I warned, "Anything to wipe that stupid grin off your face." He stopped laughing, and then hissed at me.

*Gerard's Point of View*
Frank had actually done a decent job today, for a human boy. I still didn't like him though. I don't think I ever will.
All eight of us lay in the circle, our feet towards the fire. Frank was singing quietly, and everyone listened.
"Last night I dreamnt that somebody loved me." His voice was soft, and sad, "No hope-but no harm." Everyone was silent as we listened. "Just another false alarm." The song was a sad one... "Last night I felt real arms around me. No hope-but no harm. Just another false alarm." Even I was quiet as I listened. "So tell me how long before the last one? And tell me how long before the right one?" He paused and took a shaky breath. "This story is old-I KNOW, but it goes on. This story is old-I KNOW, but it goes on..."
Everyone clapped quietly.
This was peaceful.

Notes

So this is just kind of a filler... I don't like fillers...