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If you hadn’t left you would be here with me. I could show you my miracle… But it doesn’t really matter because you’re the reason the miracle exists. I don’t know now whether to hate you or thank you but one thing I can never do is forgive you.

“Aw, look them! Who’s your uncle? Who’s your uncle?” Uncle Thad said, looking at Bentley in the hospital basinet as I fed Mustang.
Avery looked at me with a look and I frowned.
“What?”
“You’ve just got your boob all out…”
“Well you’re the one that’s staring at it. Incestual…” I looked at Mustang, who was concentrating on getting milk more than us. “Tell Avery he’s being gross.”
“Avery, stop being disgusting. She’s feeding her child like every person in the world did before bottles were invented. Your mother did the same thing to you and so on. I don’t know why you’re so bent out of shape over it.”
“It’s just kinda out there, that’s all. But, at least you have boobs now, huh? You had like nada before your kids came.” He said with a smirk as he stuck his hands behind his head.
I flicked him off and looked at Mustang, who seemed to be finished. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and I smiled at him. I wiped the milk from his face and put my shirt back over my breast and I pulled him over my shoulder to burp him. He gave a good burp and I handed him to Uncle Thad so that he could stick him in the basinet.
“They said that you should be able to go back home probably tomorrow or so. Are you sure you’re set on the names they have? After tomorrow it’s no take backs.” He said, looking at me with concern.
I yawned and laid my head back on the pillows of the hospital bed.
“Nope, no take backs. They are cars…” I said, closing my eyes a little.
I saw their silhouettes leave and I drifted into a slumber.

“I’m not done with you yet, Kennington. You haven’t seen the last of me and you never will. I will always rise again.”
I gasped awake and looked around, seeing that I was still in the hospital bed. I sighed but felt like there was something watching me. I turned slowly toward the window and yelped, seeing the figure standing on the other roof of the hospital. It was just a silhouette but I knew it was him… I knew he was there. I got up and dragged half of the equipment attached to me to the window so that I could close the blinds and not look at him anymore. I got to the window and fumbled with the stick to close the blinds when I saw he wasn’t there anymore. I froze and felt myself begin to tremble.
“I’ve come to take what’s mine…” I heard softly in my ear, a small heated breath caressing my neck.
I whipped around but there was no one there. I gulped, knowing that he really was there. I heard a malevolent echo of laughter in the room and decided that I was just going jump back into bed and pull the blankets over my head. I did just that, trembling under the sheets and praying that he would just leave me alone.
I woke up with nurses pulling the covers off of me and looking at me strange.
“Are you alright, sweetie?”
“I’m fine…”
“Well, you’re getting discharged today. We’re going to take these tubes and wires off of you and give you your clothes back. Your boyfriend is waiting for us to give them to you.”
I nodded and they took out everything and left the room. I sighed, putting my hand over my face and then running my fingers through my hair. What a night… Perry walked in, holding two car seats and a plastic bag.
“I figured I’d grab the car seats and take them out that way.” He said, setting them on the bed. He handed me the plastic bag. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”
“I didn’t… This will be a long ride.”
He nodded and I took the back to change clothes.

I took the babies home and a month later, Perry graduated from high school and moved into the mansion, renting out one of the rooms to help me with the babies. He cared for them as if they were his own and he found a night job to pay for the rent of his room as well as let me go back to working at the breakfast joint during the day. He had his night job and I studied so that I could be a surgical technologist and bring in some money so that I could move out soon.
Things were going great and well until one night, the past came back to me.

I walked into the mansion with my groceries in hand so that I could make a quick dinner before Peregrin went to work but when I opened the door, I noticed that something was off. I didn’t know what it was but I knew that it felt threatening and I immediately went into the kitchen for the knife, going back to my old habits. I was a fighter in high school so that I could protect Jealous from the people who bullied him and I had taken karate as well as self defense and plain boxing to protect him.
The house was eerily quiet and I slowly made my way up the stairs toward the children’s bedroom when I heard Bentley begin to cry. She was always more vocal than Mustang was and her cries were distinct, easy to understand. She had a cry for hunger, fear, want, one for everything. But this cry… this was a cry of pure terror. Bentley didn’t just cry because she wanted to and this cry was unusual. I gripped the knife in hand and finally made it to the babies’ room, looking in the crack in the door. I stopped, trying not to breathe when I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear again begin to speak.
“You are even more beautiful than I imagined.” The deep voice said and then chuckled. “Daddy did good…”
I pushed the door open with the knife and saw a body on the floor but the inevitable person I thought I’d gotten rid of standing there… holding my baby. He was a lot bigger than I remembered him. Brighter. Hotter.
“Don’t dawdle in the recesses of the dark, Remember, I obviously know you’re there.”
I frowned and walked into the room fully. He looked up and smiled the smug crooked smile that I hate to remember.
“Remy. My, you have become beautiful since we last saw each other. If I recall, you were pretty dirty and beaten up last time.”
I was surprised that he was actually holding Mustang and not Bentley since the poor thing was crying in horror in her crib. I moved toward him with the knife at my side.
“Give me my baby.”
“What a selfish thing you are. He’s mine too, ya know.”
“The hell he is.” I hissed.
“Oh contraire, mon ami, but we look too similar for him not to be my son.”
He held up Mustang to his face and smiled. Mustang was very quiet, only squirming a little, but didn’t seem scared to be held by him. I growled and whipped the knife around so that the blade was pointing toward the man.
“Let go of him now!”
He moved Mustang back into a cradled position in his arms and then turned to me with a horrid glare. His eyes turned bright red from the mellow golden yellow they were before and tiny flames began to lick the frame of his body. His shoulder length hair began to stand on end and wave about like the flicker of a flame and poor Bentley was about to strain her voice if she cried any harder.
“Or what, Remember?”
I didn’t want to fight him. I just wanted Bentley to stop crying and I wanted Mustang back in my arms.
“Please just let me get her… Please…”
The flames went down and he calmed, gesturing me to get Bentley from her crib. I ran over to her and grabbed her up, shushing her and bouncing her to be quiet.
“Ah, what lungs… she does favor you in that manner.”
“What the hell do you want, Hercule?”
“My progeny… well, he one that accepts me, that is.”
“What do you mean?”
“Phoenix children are all alike, always come in a pair, and are always one or the other. My sister did not accept my mother but I did, just as this boy accepts me and the girl does not.”
“What does that mean? What do you mean ‘phoenix’?”
“Surely you haven’t forgotten what I am, Remember?”
“How can I forget? I have burns on my back to prove your flames are hot as well as dangerous. But what do you mean that phoenix children are alike? He’s not yours.”
“Oh contraire, Remember, he is mine and I will be taking him with me to my realm and you will raise the girl.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and gripped the knife harder.
“Who the hell do you think you are? WHO THE HELL TO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!!”
Hercule’s eyes turned red again as he lowered his glare.
“Your superior… I am a superior being and this is my progeny. This is how it goes and how it’s always been since the phoenixi were created.”
“What makes you think they’re yours?”
“Remember, please, the children look just like me.” He said, looking at Mustang again. He then looked at me and gave a very devilish smirk. “Besides, I never forget those I ride so hard that they start yelling out nonsense like “Jealous, Jealous!”.”
I felt the blood drain from my face because I had only told a select few what had happened, much less what I had said during the incident.
Hercule grinned. “It’s quite obvious that Jealous failed in his mission to protect you. Emotions run too high in the boy for him to fulfill the task anyway.”
“Enough!”
“You’re right. So, I’ll take the boy and you keep that thing. Oh, and this one may need to go to the hospital. He was in the way so I whacked him around a few times and I think I went too far.” He said, moving the tail of his long leather coat from his legs and kicking the body on the floor.
Now that the jacket had been moved, I saw that it was Perry. I cried out and Hercule just smiled as his body began to be enveloped in flames. He was engulfed completely and was gone, taking Mustang with him.
hercule is a phoenix. there is a long backstory with him and remy and jay that will be explained throughout so I shant leave you in the dark about him. but for now i will. also, yes, he is the one who raped remy. explanations on that will be later.

i have named this story ninth and flame. the flame is for the phoenix, as can be seen, but th ninth is something different. i will post the story as blame though since there's already like five of them...
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OMG MOAR!!! *scratches arm like she is jonesing for a fix*