13: Hell Hath No Fury ...

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"We meet at last," Habit says softly as I start to come to. "You really should look out for your friends better. And yourself, too."

"Don't you threaten them," I growl.

"I'll do as I please," he says casually. "And you will fall to me, Pandora."

"No, I don't think you will."

I flick my wrist and he sails into the nearby wall. I flick my other wrist, and he's thrown against another wall. Habit groans as he tries to get up.

I think I'm winning!

Angered by his words and hurt by them as well, I raise my hands and he sails into the ceiling, then back to the floor.

"You ... little brat," he growls. "How dare you?"

"Leave. My. Family. Alone!"

With a great amount of power and anger inside me, I cast him out through the wall of the room we're in. Habit does not move from this position. I walk over to him.

And then I see he's been impaled on a log, and is now dying.

"This is for my mother," I snarl, and I shove him further down the stick he's on.

And I revel in his screams of pain and the blood that coats me. I grin and keep focused on him. He smiles at me, his blue eyes turning cloudy. The sight of him makes me feel ill.

"You've passed," he says. "Where others failed, you succeeded." He cups my cheek in his hand. "And now you're about as fucked up as I am."

"No, I'm not," I say firmly. "My family will never bend to your will again."

He smiles again. "We shall see ... "

And then, I feel his host body die. But, as I'm sure you know, Habit did not die here. His host did. And now, I've got to find the boys.

I just hope it's easier than it looks.

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