"Ok Hope, the long wait is finally over", I took one of the mours and put it in her hand.

The simplest one was the one for speed. Which how I figured out how to put the stones and the sugar together is against me. It was honestly one of those nights when I woke up and had to start writing equations on the floor with a piece of chalk.

Then when I was finally done I would pass out from sleep deprivation and wake up the next morning and walk around the room until I made sense of everything I had written down.

As would any person Hope immediately become excited and inpatient when I told her I could give her super speed. As much as I rather give these to Sonja, because I honestly think she's a lot more agile then Hope, no one else had the power of a strong will.

The mours are powered by adrenaline, which is fear and if there's anybody who can stand infront and laugh (I guess giggle in her world) at fear in the face, it's Hope.

"Woah", she didn't put it on her arm like I thought she would. She just stood there starring at it. The stone was a colorless grey that Tom, Sonja, and Tucker called a smoky quart. I had put a metal chain screwed in with fine prices of silver so Hope could attach the mours on get quiver if needed.

"So", I waited for a over hyper thank you,"What do yea think".

"It's so cool", she said all wispy like.

"You wanna try it", I asked.

She looked back up at me. Her eyes were huge out of excitement and surprise. "Really? I can use them out of emergencies".

Her naiveness made me smile, "Oh cmon you make me sound like a Mianite".

She jumped up and down out of excitement, finally.

"Any suggestions"

She got one of those devious smiles on her face, the ones that make me think she should really be a Dianite. "I heard the Modsteps are back in town".

I think she's a bad influence.

The Ianites were always figured to not have any enemies, which was true. We didn't hate people because they were Dianite or Mianite, we hated them because they were annoying. Like the Modsteps for example

"Where are they", Jordan asked more himself then me.

I shrugged and then peered into one of the old bay windows. I hate that old stupid Victorian house.

The place was beautiful, but the Modsteps never took care of it. They were always to busy plotting and playing poker and betting or rounding up me.

Jordan opened the back door. "If worse comes to worse we can just snoop I guess".

"Maybe they found a new place to stay", I suggested.

"I don't know kid", he sounded unsure,"They seem like people that don't have time to just pack up and leave".

Jordan had a point. As annoying and chaotic as the Modsteps are, they are some of the must stressed and busy people that I have ever met. I guess I didn't help with that. The projects they worked on we're time consuming and sleep depriving, but if they couldn't have taken care of me they shouldn't have taken the priest money and promised to give me a good home.

"The only reason I could see the Modsteps leaving", Jordan continued on, "Is for money or there life".

We walked through the living room to the kitchen. "Well what would spook them so much that they decided to leave?" I asked

"Uhh kid", Jordan gestured for me to pull my head up from staring at the ground.

The kitchen wall was splattered with blood and the wallpaper had the words 'we are the darkness, we are the shadows' scratched in.

"That's not the Modsteps is it"

"I don't think", Jordan said, "I think it's the rat's".

I looked at the ground where there was a dead rat. I looked like it was a animals lunch rather than a scare mechanism.

"Oh", I said.

Jordan looked grossed out beyond believe.

"You ok Jordan", I tugged on his coat sleeve.

"Huh", he shook his head. He still looked really sick. "Yeah, let's just get you out of here".

"I'm fine Jorda-"

He grabbed my arm. "Let's get me out of here".