Tempest~ AFTER CRESCENDO *Spoiler ALERT*

This is my first fanfic, I hope you likey! This is leaving off Crescendo, where Hank Millar just asks, "Tell me Nora. Was it you that killed my dear friend Chauncey Langeais?" Or something along those lines XD. Hmm... I'm not sure if I spelt Chauncey's (a.k.a Jules') name right, and I personally don't care at the moment! XD I seriously hope you all like this, because it's my first, and I worked really hard :)

I just stared at him. I mean, I really didn't have an answer to that. And even if I said yes, how would I say it? Jeez, sorry Dad, but yeah I killed your best friend. And didn't he already know? It was his best friend.

"Well?" Hank said.

I just kept silent. I don't think that they have letters to magazines that say, Dear Magazine. I killed my absentee dad's best friend, and I don't know how to tell him. Help me? From, TotallyDead

Yeah, the only way they help is either by sending you to jail, or, of course, a trip to the shrink.

Hank sighed, and shook his head. "Oh, Nora. I hid you, and this is the thanks I get? Killing one of our most influential benefactors. Hanging out with our enemy." He took out something from his belt... his gun. Instantly, my heart sunk in horror. I didn't look at Patch, it would only make me feel worse. I could feel myself getting pale.

"Why? Why are they an enemy? They created you!" I said, trying to stall, although I obviously knew the answer. I used more than three quarters of my willpower to making my voice steady. The rest of it was dedicated to keeping a poker face.

His mouth curled up on both sides. "Nora, Nora, Nora. Do you really not know? They posses us. Just because we don't burn away when they do. Because we are immortal. Do you really know what it feels like for that one month, when we have no control of our own bodies? They could do anything. And leave us the mess to clean."

I shivered unintentionally. Though I knew that that was wrong, I was stubborn. Patch may have been like that before, but he wasn't like that now. After all, he hadn't made another Nephil swear fealty. I opened my mouth to say so, and by mistake, glimpsed Patch in the process. His dark eyes were hard with horror, exhaustion, and anger.

Run Angel. Go now. They'll kill you! He spoke into my thoughts.

But, naturally, Hank was one step ahead of me. Just as I spun around, another man stepped out of the darkness. I groaned internally. Really? Another one? Seriously, how many more people can fit in here?

"Ah ah ah." Mr. Millar said, shaking his head and wagging a finger. "You don't really think I'm that stupid, do you? I mean, just leaving the door out there, unlocked. After all, I am your dad." He grinned.

Nora just stared at him, starting to loose all hope. Cheer up, Nora. That all too bright, slaphappy voice in my head chirped. What do you have? One boyfriend who's trapped, and your stupid self. What are you up against? About ten, superpowerful Nephil's (and not to mention one of them are your father) who are bent upon killing you and Patch. Hey, not so bad, eh?

The sad, more rational side of me started speaking. Not so bad? I can't take them on! If you're so smart, figure it out!

The happy cheerful side started thinking, Well, it's really simple, all you have to-

"Shut up, me." I snapped at myself, and too late I realized that I'd said that aloud. I clapped a hand to my mouth. Great. Now, not only I had to die, but I had to die totally embarrased.

Hank chuckled and raised the gun, pointing it at my temple. He pressed on the trigger, grinning wider. I just stood there like an idiot, waiting to die. My eyes started to blur with tears. I looked at my palms, which were starting to get sweaty, and discreetly wiped them on the back of my shirt. I heard a growl from Patch, who still gave no struggle. Probably the act of defeat. I hoped.

"Don't do it Hank. I swear, you'll regret it." Patch said, in a voice that was too calm, and too controlled. I immidiately recognized that he was very, very angry.

When Hank pressed the trigger, that's when all chaos broke loose. Patch broke loose from the two Nephils, and lunged at Mr. Millar. But the last thing I heard was the shot, and the last thing I felt, was a searing pain in my chest. I clutched my chest, and my knees buckled. I fell, and my last coherent thought was, Wait, didn't he aim for my head?. I blacked out.

Yes, a cliffie! I uh... planned making this shorter... but I won't write anymore 'tills I get reviews. Is it good? Any ideas? Any room for improvement (umm, yeah, there almost always is for me :/)?

~PiperJason