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located in The West Household, a part of Soul Threads, one of the many universes on RPG.

The West Household

And what will you students be doing here? Heh, well, stick around and find out.

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Gah! Stupid Internet! I went on vacation a couple days ago, only to find that we have no Wifi where we're staying. But my dad got one of those Sprint cards that create a wifi bubble for 5 computers. So, I'm good now.

Eve stood anxiously outside the chink in the wall, tapping her feet nervously. Avalon had reluctantly ran out of the building, following Jamie's orders. Eve tried to get Kerwin to go too, but he stayed firmly planted on her shoulders and head, his little fists knotted in her hair. She'd have to pull half the black stands out of her scalp to even try to unseat him. Smoke started to creep into the hallway, the ceiling beginning to be obscured.

Oh, God. Fire?! Really?! Shit, we need to get them out now or we'll all asphyxiate. Eve paced the hall, watching the smoke layer on top of itself. The air was beginning to become heavy. Eve began sweating. This was all going horribly wrong. Without power, the fire alarms and sprinklers wouldn't go off. In fact, some of the smoke detectors were probably melted into a useless piece of plastic by now... After what seemed like hours of waiting Eve finally heard something good.

"Guys... I think I've found the door!" Eve let out a sigh of relief. From the direction of the voice, Eve guessed that the door was farther in the room and a little to the left. Obviously, the door did not open into this hallway. Eve ran left down the hallway which eventually turned right, and then right again. There was the door. Eve reached them just as they were coming out.

"Fire. We need an escape route. Jamie, any ideas?" Eve motioned to the smoke coating the ceiling. By now, she was crouching to avoid the choking gray smog- the air was much worse here. Down the passageway, she could see licks of red and orange coming 'round the corner. The bright glow of the flames ate up at the wood and lavish carpets. Eve did a head check. They were one short.

"Where's Mel-" Kerwin jumped off Eve's shoulders and ran to a door slightly down the hallway. There was a body in the doorway.

Ok, I'm going to stop that here. Just in case you all had any idea where to go with this.

Scott back at STA, hours ago

He tore through the halls of the Academy, footfalls echoing loudly. He had tunnel vision, his sights set straight in front of him. His mind was a chaotic mass of emotion, the image of his sister's corpse the only coherent thought. Her slight body lying limp on the bathroom floor, her long blonde hair fanned out against the grimy blue tiles... His blood boiled. Rage. Hatred. Grief. Then more rage. A vicious cycle that tore his mind to pieces.

Tala bounded along next to him. Her beetle black eyes were ablaze. Scott skidded to a stop outside the school's office. Inside, it was dark and silent. He brushed past the secretary's desk, walking briskly to the back closet. He twisted the knob, but the door didn't budge. Locked. Scott angrily slammed his fist down on the desk. A drawer rattled. He opened it to find a set of keys. There were about one hundred keys on the ring, but luckily the secretary had labeled them all. Scott flipped through the keys as quickly as he could, finally finding one labeled, "Closet". He shoved the jagged piece of metal into the lock, and the door clicked. He pulled it open to find a tower of filing cabinets. Thank God these weren't locked.

"V.W... V.W...." Scott dropped down to the bottom most cabinet, labeled V-Z and opened it. At first, Scott started looking through the V's. Derek Vanderson, Stacey Varster, Eve Vasiliades... Scott hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. The initials were V.W. Which means he should be looking in the W's not the V's.

"God, I'm wasting so much time," he muttered. He looked through the W's, passing Jill Watson, Gregory Wembley, and the like... He froze. In block letters, "Vincent West". West? Wasn't that Jamie's last name?

Scott withdrew the manilla file, and looked through the pieces of paper. He scanned over the page quickly, skipping over details like where Vincent was born and his clear talent in science and math. One paragraph burned into him like a red hot poker.

Mr. West's stay at the school (1990-1994) was unfortunately tainted by a series of horrible deaths - a terrible four years for Soul Thread Academy. As a freshman, one of his classmates mysteriously died after only 2 days in school. The deaths continued throughout the next couple years. Vincent West was a model student, deeply concerned for his peers. Thanks to the West family's sponsorship, investigations were launched. They were sadly inconclusive... Scott wasn't stupid. He could put two and two together. During his fours years at STA, Vincent West was "plagued" by the death of his classmates. Yet, when he left the deaths somewhat stop, excepting the odd freak accident of course. Then his daughter arrived. More deaths. A small child could figure this one out.

"No..." Scott clenched his teeth. At the bottom of Vincent West's file was a more recent update.

Vincent West now is the CEO of the Westech Corporation. He lives close to the academy, and is an important alumnus to the school. He often donates money...

Westech. That word told Scott all he needed to know. His father, James Parker, was once a technician for that company. Scott was never told exactly what his father did, but it paid for a large house and a happy family. That is, until the day James didn't come home. One evening, Emily Parker took her two children and ran from their house. She raced out with them, carrying only one bag full of the essentials. Scott remembered the day all too clearly.

"MOM! Where are we going?! Where's Daddy?!" Skye's terrified cries filled the night air as Emily dragged her daughter down the steps of the house.

"We can't just LEAVE!" Tears were streaming down her small face, and her tiny black hawk was flying around frantically.

"Honey, we need to move. There's no time, they'll find you..." Scott followed his mother, carrying the duffel bag with their belongings. Emily was getting into the car and she practically threw Skye into the backseat. Her hawk swooped in before the door shut, and Skye held him close. Something was seriously wrong. But Scott was the older sibling. He was calmer. But Tala betrayed his own worry and fear, her hair standing straight up on her back, tail puffed up. Sky opened up the other side of the back seat and let her in. He then climbed into the passenger seat. He looked at Emily. She was the picture of horror, hair matted down with sweat and face white as a ghost.

"Mom? What's going on? This is so confusing, please just tell us." Scott waited for his mother to answer, but she was trying to start the car. Her small hand was shaking violently and she couldn't quite get the key in the ignition. She finally succeeded in inserting the key. The engine roared to life. She backed the car out of the driveway and took off down the road of their neighborhood.

"Kids, listen to me. Their are people after you. People who do not like you simply because you are different. You must hide - try to get to Aunt Harriet's. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay with you-"

"You're leaving us!?!" Skye wailed in the back seat. Her eyes were red and she was hyperventilating.

"Sweetie, please calm down. Scott. I can count on you, right?" Emily looked in a panic toward her son. Scott's throat was tight. He was only 15 years old. He nodded. Emily looked slightly relieved.

"Promise you'll take care of Skye for me," she whispered.

"I-" Emily hit the breaks. Her head whipped around to look back up the hill to the house. Headlights had pulled up to the large home.

"Oh, God. They're at the house. It's no use. I love you both. GET OUT OF THE CAR!" she screamed. Scott leaped from the passenger seat. He opened up the back and pulled Skye out, who was screaming.

"No, Mommy! D-don't. PLEASE!" The little girl sobbed. Scott shouldered the duffel bag and slammed the door shut. Instantly, Emily Parker drove off, hurtling down the dark road. Tears ran down Scott's face. But he had to be the strong one. He grabbed his sister's hand and ran through his neighbor's back yards. They ran throughout the night...


Weeks later, Scott found his parent's deaths in the paper. According to the media, the couple had perished in a deadly accident. Their bodies had been found, trapped in a car at the bottom of a river. Using the money his mother had given him, Scott went about purchasing tickets for a flight to Phoenix, Arizona. That's where Aunt Harriet lived. In the end, the money wasn't enough. They had already spent too much on food and other necessities. They had tried to leave earlier, but the men who had stopped at their house had been following them. Getting on a plane while being trailed by them would just be an airborne trap. It came down to only buying one ticket. Scott purchased a disguise for Skye and sent her on the plane. He promised her that he'd join her eventually, once he had the money.

Little did he know, that once Skye had landed she was surrounded by enemies. She barely made it through the airport, the disguise and her quick feet getting her through by the skin of her teeth. But when she finally got to Aunt Harriet's place, she found no one. Their aunt had disappeared as well. No one they knew was safe. Skye was forced to live on the street. Within a week, she was picked up by an orphanage. She lived there for years. Finally, the Soul Thread Academy found her and gifted her with a scholarship. Scott had just managed to earn enough money to sustain himself and pay travel fairs. He was worried when Skye didn't call his cellphone after she landed. By now, he was sure she was gone forever. But he refused to give up. She was all he had left. He came to Arizona only to find their aunt's house inhabited by strangers. Skye had vanished into thin air.

He wandered around Arizona hoping to find a trace of his sister. About a month ago, he stumbled across Skye's former orphanage. They gave him directions to STA. And here he was. And now, his sister was dead and gone. They had only been together a day.

Scott balled up the file in his fist. Vincent West was the root of everything. All of his pain and misery linked back to the one man. Vincent West must die.