Dad’s still at work, but I know my mom’s home.”Marian squeezed me tighter for a second before releasing me. “Good luck, sweetie, and remember,...if you need a hug after you finish, you know where to find me.”The doorbell rang, and I made one last look around the great room. Everything just seemed weird today. It was probably the fact that everyone was dressed. I was so accustomed to seeing everyone mostly naked that clothing just seemed out of place.I had been a bit worried when my mother agreed. ’ He replied to himself quietly. ‘Let’s put this one behind us.’ The man looked around him again then walked up the marble steps to the huge front door of the church, then stepped inside. The church was immense and dimly lit. As he closed the door behind him, he was met with a host of smells. Oddly enough, he immediately felt himself comforted by the smells that greeted him. A strong presence of old stained wood and a hint of candle smoke, with a thin scent of heavy felt. There were two long. Their skulls didn't crack, but they both got a concussion from the impact. They, too, wound up on the ground.That left the three high schoolers. They looked like they didn't know exactly what to do, so they just rushed at me. The first one to reach me received two blows into the torso from my fists. The first shot broke several ribs and the second landed in the kid's solar plexus.The other two boys were now close enough to hit me, but my ring must have learned a little from my previous. Just concentrate on anything else, really."So! Uh, Rick, what's going on today?" My older brother Rick sits across from me in the kitchen. Dad's still in bed--he's a surgeon and works nights, so he's actually only just gone to bed. Mom already left the house for her 6:00 am yoga class--well, it's not real yoga. It's "Christian" yoga. You know, for ignorant xenophobes who want to reap the benefits of other cultures' traditional practices and beliefs while also denigrating them as Satanic.