A/N: If you play the music while pacing the fight with it its ten times better. ENJOY!! (and no im not insane: you'll understand after you read *sweatdrop*)

With inhuman speed I lunge for the closer of the two, as he swings a right hook at me I twist out of the way with flexibility and speed I never knew I had. Yes, I had been training but most the time I work on withstanding hits not dodging, as I end up beside him I wrap my arm around his neck pulling back while kicking his legs from under him. Avoiding being crushed under his weight I swing around to the front landing my combat boots on the guys chest with a few sickening pops and cracks as I start swinging hit after hit sometimes ripping flesh with my nails. The other guy stared in horror as I started laughing hysterically yelling in a slight demonic tone "THIS SHOULD TEACH YOU NOT TO MESS WITH MY PA!!", I felt as if I was out side of my body just watch the whole ordeal... I know im in control cause I feel the pain in my knuckles and the throbbing of my heart as well as my raging fury... I knew I was in control but... I didn't stop. The sent of blood thickens around me my stomach writhing as I leave multiple cuts and a broken nose on his face, I feel a sudden throb throughout my figure my hair turning pure silver with white and black highlights as my throat constricts my mouth watering at the sent. Without so much my as a twitch of hesitation I land another hard blow to his jaw before forcing his head back as I bit down on his wind pipe it giving a satisfying crunch as scarlet ribbons are sent flying, "Aww, done playing already? Oh well I have another play mate!!" I say in a childish manner before pinning the other to the wall as he snaps out of his horror this one putting up a better fight than the other actually landing a few hits.

P.O.V SWITCH!! DAD (brought to you by MEMES)(much meme very doge)

Ira had left not to long ago I was still sitting on the couch pondering over what I should if she lost control as a silver dire, there were a number of problems that could cause shit to hit the fan from witnesses to the amount of people she could harm. "Oi vey, Its moments like these when I suddenly wish I paid attention to the lessons on the ferix race in history" I had held back on drinking in order to keep and eye of her fearing something would go wrong, as I dive back into my thoughts im torn right out of them by the sudden ring of the doorbell. "Did Ira forget her keys or somthin?" I'd mumble as I head for the door and open it expecting to see her, instead getting socked in the jaw and tied to a chair. I sit there scowling as they asked me a few questions keeping my answers short and simple cause when I didn't they would hit me. We keep at this for awhile im beaten and bloodied at this point as I just smirked for some odd reason, I just sat there silent until I hear my daughters name fall from there lips as I tense up and listen in "Its hard to believe that the ferix child is the one lose end the boss didn't tie up" one states the other nodding. I felt dread welling up inside a I willed Ira to be late or not even show up, I feel absolute terror take over as I hear the door open my sight snapping towards the frame of my child. I feel the dread well up inside me until I feel choked by it starring at the expression on her face that of a savage grin as she says "Big mistake'. I watch in pure shock as the sweet darling little girl I raised brutally slaughters the two men tearing a gaping hole into the throat of one them gouging out the eyes of the other as she goes through a sort of transformation her hair reverting to the state it had been all those years ago before her first kill, as well as her eyes overtaking a red tint. I watched helplessly as the features that branded her a monsters in the eyes of many, the very same features her mother and I tried so hard to keep hidden in order to keep the last of the innocence of the little girl we gave up so much to protect. I almost choked on my thoughts till the movement of Ira standing caught my eye it appeared her work was done, Ira sauntered over to me and un-did my bondage and sat criss-cross in front of me grinning me rubbing my sore wrist as she says in the most hauntingly childish manner "I protected daddy, I killed the bad men trying to hurt daddy are you proud!"

P.O.V SWITCH IRA (BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE HAMILTON SQUAD!!)

As I stared at my father waiting for a reply I gazed at his solemn expression as he gently pulled me into a hug murmuring "Sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reasons", his response left me confused and I quickly became more confused when I felt warm tears drip down my face. I didn't know why I was crying it wasn't as if I felt bad for killing those men they hurt pa, in fact it felt... good, no... exhilarating... I felt my adrenaline rush again as I snapped out of my memories in horror at what I felt feeling more tears shed. I clung to my father mortified at what I had done letting out soft whimpers as exhaustion started to take its toll...

(HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE EXTRA LONG CHAP THINK OF IT AS A SECOND APOLOGY FOR NOT UPLOADING!!)