Silent Vengeance

Disclaimer: I’m MISOGIRL!!!! Not Daisuke Moriyama . . . as usual.

Author’s Note: Well here goes the second chapter. Hade a hard time starting this chapter. Well I’m guessing theses are pretty boring too read and most of you skipped a head to the chapter already, but here’s a quiz (evil grin). Who is the kitsune?

S: Well, I got to say Azy’s wimpieness is perfectly displayed in this story.
Azmaria: (whimpers)
S: Not only that . . . you’re useless too.
MisoGirl: No one like listening to me anymore . . .
Shader: Uh? Sorry I wasn’t listening.
A: Neither was I. It’s just so scary. (shivers)

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Silent Vengeance
Chapter Two
The Kitsune at the Gate

After the gory event that late morning, early afternoon, it was easy to say that everyone gave ‘the mummy girl’ a wide birth. All the nurses on the nursing staff would play silly games to see who’s the unfortunate soul to give her the needle. During clean up a very grisly evidence was to appear to them. Shivers rand down all the spins of the onlooker, it was found out that her ‘weapon’ she used on Gilliam, was in fact her own bone from her arm.
“How can you say that?!” Gilliam’s vain throbbed in his forehead as he displayed his bandages. “You seen how strong she is!”
“Adrenaline.” The doctor waved his hand.
The pointless debate still ran on whether or not the girl’s possessed. So that’s how it’s been at the Oder of Magdalen for the last few weeks.
Rebuilding a hospital tacks too long . . . the golden haired exorcist thought grimly to herself. The memory still fresh in her mind. A swaying form, a dreamy song, the beauty of exotic flowers made from glass blooming from the dull floors.
“Rosette?”
The said girl jumped ten feet out of her skin. The young teen-aged girl turns her wide blue, red-rimmed eyes at the voice.
“Sorry, did I scar you?” Ewan asked scratching the back of his head.
“Yea. I was lost in thought . . .” The young girl apologized. “What was it you need me for Father?”
“Well the thing is, we need your statement on the matter at hand.” The priest gestured behind him where the two bickering fools continued ranting to one another, either of them backing down.
“Because Azmaria and I were the only one that stayed behind, wile all the others ran away?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Speaking of whom, where is our little apostle girl?”
“We don’t want to disturb her, but you know trauma and all.” The fatherly figure said looking sorry.
“It‘s okay.” Rosette looked around briefly. “Where’s Chrono?”
“I saw him going to the flower bed earlier, why.”
“Remington . . . he is a demon if you forgot . . .” The young exorcist in nun clothes sighed. She skipped off to find her partner.
The young lulu turned around the bend and froze in her tracks. He was indeed kneeling by on of the flower beds, but right beside him was Jane Doe, a.k.a. the mummy girl. The flowers in the little garden were becoming glass like the ones yesterday. Little cracking and chimes from the petals were heard as they sway in the breeze. The light bounced off the clear colored surfaces, making the building and the tow figure sparkle in multiple colors.
Chrono turned his head to the side, his braid looked like it hade jewels imbedded into it. “Why do you always turn them into glass?” The small devil asked.
Her entire head was wrapped up, so mush so that only one of her eyes leered out. A smile crossed her red and purple could barely be seen behind the withe cloth. A miniature rose bloomed as she gently cupped it with her bandaged hands.
Chrono smiled an awkward grin. He knew she didn’t answer his back and if she did it was just gibberish. Thought-provoking gibberish, but still gibberish. He thought if he heard enough he could piece together who she was and where she came from, but so far that plan back fired on him. The devil tried every trick in the book but still stuck at squar one.
The honeysuckle pool peered at him softly. She plucked the glass rose off the stem without a sound. The young woman placed the flower on her head as it exploded into a ring of miniature roses around her head. The little rays of little that fell off the tinny glass petals weave themselves together and made a moon shine veil the fell down to the floor and beyond. She smiled sweetly and gently ran her fingers over the color changing roses. “White is for the union. Blue is for the loss and gain. Green is for the healers. Yellow is for the happy times that come again. Pink is for the fell wells that never stay. Violet is for the one who knows. Orange is for the ones who brings. Gray is for the ones the soon leave. Red is for the times of dace and song. Black is for the times of end.”
The young devil jaw slacked opened. He stared at her as she gazed up to the clouds. “I wish I knew what your keep on saying.” The demon heaved a sigh. “Every brainy-ack and egghead out there seems to be a dead end . . .”
The young woman blinked owlishly at him and her veil and rose crown melted off of her brow. She raised her half-closed hand and pointed toward the little garden. “Kitsune.”
“Uh?” The lavender haired lad asked as her raised an eyebrow in question. He watched as the flowers grew and moved closer together. They made a human-shaped figure with white streams coming out the back of them.
“The kitsune knows lots. So much that it scars me.” She droned out dreamily.
Chrono didn’t know wether to laugh or to gap at her. “All this seems like a made up fairytale.” He gowned.
“Fairytales are facts made fun.” The woman next to him hummed. “Untainted they tell truths, but in the hand of cloth darkness become bright.”
“Stuff like that makes me wish that there’s an encyclopedia in the library about you.” The demon rubbed his eyes. His hands shot back like they were burned by holly water. “What good would that do? You won’t tell me your name.”
“Why would this be given a name?” The girl tapped her calor bone. “Did you name that?” She asked wile dragging her finger on the ground.
He flowed ther pointed finger on the surface below them. She stopped over the heart of his shadow.
“Ummm . . . Chrono?” The young golden haired lulu whispered slightly. She was going to say more but the look in her partner’s eye silenced her. He raised his hands up quickly between the two girls.
The bandaged ocean peach gem frosted earth eyes narrowed. No sound was heard as the glassed floral burned quickly like it was in a flash fire. The burn stain crept up the brick foundation like disease. The stone around them cracked that glowed red then turned black.
On quick feet the little devil pushed his contractor out of sight. “Hey!” The girl hissed behind gritting teeth. To her surprise the lilac haired lad forced his index finger over her snarling lips.
“Don’t. Sneak up like that. She thinks that everyone that bares a cross is out to kill her.” Her small companion said in a hushed voice. “I tried to get details but all I got was Shakespeare.” He finished with a sigh. Scuffling and kicking sounds ended any questioning from the young sunset gold exorcist. When the two turned back their bandaged up friend was receiving her daily shot, but that wasn’t the only thing that was happening to her. Ewan and Gilliam along with a number of the Order’s men escorting her and the nurse to the smaller weapons storehouse. The two fallowed them but the group were stalled by the fuming Doctor.
“What are you doing with my patient?” The forty-five year old man asked hissing though his teeth.
“Dr. Trudy gave us an hour to exorcize her Doctor Troy.” The reverend answered with a gleam of joy in his eye.
“He is nothing more than my assistant! That boy has no right to just hand off any of my patient.” The doctor’s eye twitched.
The two poler opposite hade a stare down for about two seconds. Father Remington stepped between them hopping to make some sort of truce. “Doctor . . .” Ewan smiled, “you have a very good point . . .” he raised his hand to silence the other, “you did request our assistance on this matter, and she is still under your legal guardianship.” The corn on the cob hair colored man breathed a sigh of when his college did attempt to peal his skin off. “You should know that Reverend Gilliam wont stop at nothing to . . .” he paused for a second to find the right word, “give her a Dive session.”
“Dive?!” The doctor raised an eye brow. “Is ‘Weapon Storehouse B’ monk talk for ‘Indoor Swimming Pool’?!” He gestured to the small storehouse behind him.
“Well . . . no. A ‘Dive’ is when a exorcist sole literary dives into the subject. AND before you say anything . . .” Ewan raised two fingers together to silence the swelling faced Doctor, “the one at most risk in the exorcist himself.” The fair haired minister placed a hand on Gilliam’s shoulder. “Witch is in this case Reverend Jack Gilliam.”
“I’m still not sitting well with this witchcraft, voodoo bushwa.” The older man puffed out his cheeks. “You knuckleheads got twenty-five minutes from start toe finish.”
“But it take at least forty minutes!” Gilliam glared.
“You get twenty-five! No more. AND it’ll be under my supervision!” He finished and stomped off.
“Now that’s a tough cookie.”
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After much debate and name calling later they were all in the storehouse with the ‘Mummy Girl’ gently strapped down in a chair. Rosette changed into civilian cloths, by Chrono’s suggestion. She looked rather gentle in her ankle length, midnight wine skirt and soft gray blouse. Her little pigtails were out and the golden strands pulled into a bun with loss hair fall down the back of her neck. The sight of her gave the little devil cheeks a tint of pink. He shook his head to clear it and turned back to the matter at hand.
Whisky bronze eye twinkly at him as a curve of a smile whispered onto pale purple and blue lips. No-one else saw his reaction, not even Rosette, but his odd new friend saw it clear as day.
An arrange of wires and tubes were scattered all over the large room. The girl flinched and cringed as the men hooked her up. She made her point every clear that she was not pleased when she bit a peace of an ear off of one of the novices.
“Chrono?”
The demon looked up at the corn haired minster. “Yes?”
“You’ve spoken the most with her, right?” The demon didn’t answer with words, but her nodded softly. “Can her demon be forced out with a Dive?”
The devil narrowed his eyes as he racked his brain for an answer. “I don’t know . . . I can’t tell wether she’s being possessed or she is the demon.” He mumbled crossed eyed. “She’s like a gigantic blender or a whirlpool of . . . of . . . every thing.” He pressed his thumbs over his eyes. “She did say something that she’s a shadow earlier today, but a shadow isn’t this mixed up.” the purple haired lad let his arms dropped to his sides.
“You got twenty minutes.” The doctor announced after checking his watch.
“Dry up old man.” Gilliam grumbled as he put on the head set. “After we’re done and she’s normal you’ll be begging me to give you this equipment.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
No sooner did Gilliam did the cliche announcement of the Dive a loud moan echoed in the storehouse. A darkness crept in form above. The windows cracked and aged with black spots. The headset on the girl melted off as the wires turned to dust. The one on the reverend glowed coal red and he screamed. The equipment was thrown off him and it melted into a puddle of molten metal.
Screams echoed out side the secured doors. “Weapons can be turned.” The bounded girl hummed out dreamily.
The black haired, witch is now charred, exorcist snarled at confined girl. Any word of insult died in his throat. Behind her the wall stretched. A human shaped face strained against the latex like wall. Hands and a torso soon fallowed. On the hand where fingers should be large claws curled out. The wall’s surface stretched and tore open a large snack like hole. The creature behind it was like a skinless human. Muscles and bone could be seen through the hole, wet and grisly as internal organs were held in place by ghastly spikes come out of the monster’s spine. One eye peered out at them, black and dull like a stone with a white crack for it’s pupil.
“Oi! This an‘t right.” A sharp female voice came out of nowhere. A long fingered hand shot out and caught everyone’s attention. It snapped the thumb and ring finger together and a spiral of blue flames erupted from the muffled sound. The hole room was fill with white and blue flames.
Limp blond hair and harsh wise eyes were all Remington could see.
The light of the flames vanished and the surrounding turned back to normal. The equipment was still damaged and the girl was out of the chair and on her knees, but everything was normal. Rosette and Chrono ran to the girl’s side as the wrapping around her head unraveled and released a ray of ocean’s gem curls. She lolled her clouded eyes to Chrono and smiled slightly.
“Told you the Kitsune is scary.” She said in the same dreamy voice. The wrapped up woman let out a long yawn, closed her eyes, curled up and fell asleep.
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The entire nation was in an up roar. The strange event happened everywhere. Reports of monsters and terrifying screams washed out the rest of the news. No image or sound could be caught of the horrifying events in that short moment. Everyone knew who was responsible and she was locked in confinement, inside that very storehouse where the failed Dive occurred. All Head members of the Magdalene Order’s branches were in agreement.
‘The girl mush die!’
When the order reached Sister Kate’s ear, the woman breathed out a heavy sigh. She heard that the girl and Chrono were seen together and seemed to start a sort of friendship. Kate tried to change their minds about the girl’s execution, but her plea was overruled. ‘One demon was enough’. Seemed to be the opinion of the day. She hung up her phone and looked up at the small demon on the couch. He looked up at her, hope glazing in his eyes. The woman bowed her head and gently shook in from side to side.
He shot up and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Rosette met up with him down the hall. The devil didn’t bother to pause, he just stomped right past her. She easily caught up with him her pale orange Sunday dress flapped in the breeze outdoors. The girl stopped him with a gentle touch on his shoulder.
He turned on her, eyes blazing with suppressed anger. “They’re going to kill her just because she’s different.” The demon snarled his nose wrinkling in disgust.
“Chrono . . .” Her hair was down that made her older and younger at the same time. “You saw what she can do . . . that and she’s danger–”
“She can’t help it!!” The boy looking demon interrupted. “She was only acting in defense. She just got an uncontrollable phobia of the Church or some thing. . .” His eyes hooded and ears drooped down. “She didn’t kill anyone . . . it’s not fair.”
“I know.” She breathed softly. The young beauty wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, letting his rest his forehead on her chest. “I know it’s not fair. It’s probably for the best.” She smoothly and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s not like we can brake her out and hide her in my closet.” The girl laughed under her breath.
“That’s it!”
“Uh . . . what?”
“Kidnap her!” The little devil jumped back. “We can do what you just said! Except for hiding her in your closet that is. We could find this kitsune thing . . . or better yet. Take her to the country. She’ll like that after being cooped up in a hospital all this time.” He smiled not really looking at her.
Before she could say anything her partner scampered off. She rubbed her hands on her skirt and hoped she wouldn’t have to write apology letters after this.
It was nearing sunset but the sky was still blue but the clouds were still pink and lavender. Chrono puffed out his cubby red cheeks as his eye twitched. His contractor sighed beside him. “You haven’t thought this through, have you?” She commented. The two stared at the secured stone building like rats staring at a mousetrap.
“It’s not that usual when everything is beautiful. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.” A dreamy voice sang softly through the concrete and granite.
Chrono rased his head and perked up his ears. Rosette blinked once or twice, but she still remember the tone. “It’s the song she sang back in the Chapel.”
“The sky knows when its time to snow. You don’t need to teach a seed to grow. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.” The girl within went on and it seemed to warm the dying day. “Life is like a gift they say. Wrapped up for you everyday. Open up and find a way. To give some of your own.” The lyrics wrapped around the heart and sole like a mother cradling her new born child. “Isn’t it remarkable? Like every time a raindrop falls. It’s just another ordinary miracle today. Birds in winter have their fling. And always make it home by spring. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.”
The two out doors held hands as the reassuring lullaby continued. “When you wake up everyday. Please don’t throw your dreams away. Hold them close to your heart. Cause we are all a part. Of the ordinary miracle. Ordinary miracle. Do you want to see a miracle?” Chrono squeezed Rosette’s hand harder as unrelenting anger boiled his bowels and an unceasing pain that they were planing to silence that voice.
Then the music died, and an old felling crashed over him. The little devil could hear the foot falls of the Order’s men. Panic flooded his blood and his eyes went wide. Questions from Rosette and questions from the men hissed like static in his mind. It was too much at once, he hade to rescue the poor confused girl from her unfair fate, the order’s executioners were coming way soon than he expected, and now this?! He quickly shook his hand free from her grip and stood defense in front of her. The smaller companion looked over his shoulder and locked his blazing red gaze onto her ocean blue’s. “It’s him.”
The exorcists behind him stiffen. A cry of a eagle ripped at the air and the sky. The heavy flaps of long trench coat, and a cold twinkle of slim glasses. Pitch black shadows stood against the low set sun.
“Hello Chrono.”
“Aion!” The purple haired demon hissed.
He raised his arm as the bald eagle flew down and perched on it. Old faces of who the small demon once call his friends. Joshua stepped up fallowed by a brunet girl. Genai leaned on a tree and impatiently tapped his doubleton blade arm next to Viede. Shader hopped up and down just behind their leader fiddling with a new machine.
“You have a death wish or something, Sinners?” The coal stained haired Reverend said with his bold voice.
The snow coated demon just smiled and pushed up is glasses up with his middle finger. “Well, are sensors detected an odd life. A being that is there but isn’t at the same time, much like a shadow . . . but is like anything we seen.” The lilac eyed man said flat and emotionally. His gaze shifted downwards to the cat demon scientist.
“I already told you, it’s hard to find this weapon. There are pools of it’s power everywhere, especially after that freak out last time.” She hissed through her feline fangs.
Two gun shots echoed in the air.
The cat squeaked and hid behind the irritable cowboy. Genai growled and lifted his blades up. Joshua squeezed his ear as the maid dabbed the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief. Aion just wiped the blood off like it was dust. Viede only showed the very slightest interest.
Azmaria ran out of the church as everyone drew there weapons out. Guns and blades raised at one another. Chrono returned his gaze back to the storehouse, thanking Aion and the others for giving him a window of opportunity. “Joshua!!” but the devil thanks were too soon when the golden haired boy stumbled on the stone wall.
His eyes glowed and he snarled at the two. The demon horn were out as a dark aura fell on him. “It’s useless . . . Chrono.” The fifteen year old boy straiten up and gazed up with hollow eyes. “These . . . are MINE now. I won’t let you have them.” The small demon could of felt the attack as the boy began to think about it.
As if it was a miracle sent by god himself the wall behind the boy turned black in a spider web shape. In the center of that web it crumbled as slim little fingers pushed through. In a blink the hand shot through the crumbling hole and fixed a firm grasp on of the horns. A glowing burnt chocolate eye fixed itself on the shocked look on it’s victim’s face as a humored grin crept on the small face.
“No there not.” The girl giggled. She tore off the horn and everything went into slow motion. The girl that was fallowing Joshua around shouted out on German and she swung a large scythe out, but it turned into water as it hit her back. The mummy girl’s arm burled as she moved it quickly and firmly grabbed the other horn on the boy’s head then tore it off as well. She calmly but quickly walked forwards as the blood turned into red rose petals. Aion pointed his sward at her but as soon she turned her coco eyes on it, the blade turned to ash and dirt and fell to the ground. She turned back and walked right up to the speechless demon.
Everything returned to it’s normal speed when she placed the horns in his shaking hands. She smiled gently at his gaping mouth. “Don’t worry. The only part that hurts is the healing, friend.” She whispered the last word out like it was odd and foreign to her.
“And to think . . . you were going to kill her.” Remington laughed under his breath. His comment was accompanied by agitated groans.
A loud groan alerted them to the change to the church behind them all. It turned into a ghastly ritual circle of charred black chains and metal. Azy whimpered and clung onto Rosette arm.
The ocean peach haired girl stepped past the group. “Got my hands on the wheel. Got my foot on the pedal. Gonna drive till I drop. Till the tires turn to medal. Gonna sleep when I’m dead. Going to laugh like the devil. Gonna find some place where no one knows me . . .” She laughed to her self. “It doesn’t sound good without the other two.”
Her feet brickly took her to the circle as a large circular platform raised and lifted her up. “Its seems so exceptional. Things just work out after all. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.” She started to sing again as a golden glow emitted. Raising her hands and gaze up she continued. “The sun comes up and shines so bright. It disappears again at night. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.” Flames crept up her as her skin charred and flaked up.
Chrono ran after her but Rosette held him back as the girl burned alive. the onlookers didn’t know what was more frightening, the burning or the fact that her continued the sing as if the fire wasn’t there.
The chains holding the platform up snapped and she fell along with it int to the fire pit. Her eyes were still fixated on the sky above as she disappeared. It silent after that. No sound was heard, even from nature. Dark gray smoke rose up out of the pit. It coiled and swirled as it crawled up to the sky slowly, then it exploded. It consumed the grounds like a plage.
“It’s just another ordinary miracle today.” Echoed in the air as everything turned black.
When they came too there was a think white fog hung around them. The air was chilled and Chrono quickly grabbed his horns up and quickly raised them to her temples. He heard the others and the sinners through the mist.
“Joshua?” Rosette called out a little panic. She was easier to seen because of her orange dress.
“Sis?” The boy hissed through his pain. He was slowly getting up, the slightly damp gravel was making it hard for the injured lad. His elder sister ran to his side and gently helped him up. She tore the hem of her skirt and wrapped his head with the cloth.
A gurgling snarl froze all words of joyous reunion. It stepped in to a much more clearer area. It was a black, inside-out, two-headed dog the size of a Great Dane. It’s sides were splitting and a thick grayish green tongue hung from both of it’s mouth. The paw looked like they were made from a mess of decaying flesh, rusty hooks, and festering gray maggots. The creature slowly lumbered forward towards the siblings.
Before Rosette stood in front of her younger brother an other emerged from the clouds. A tall woman with strait, sightly frizzy light burnett hair stood between them and the beast. Her back was to them and she wore a pink hoody with jeans. She also wore a strange whit belt, it look like a number of tails were coming out of her back.
“Sit. Bou-Bou. Sit.” She commanded the dog in a flat tone. It growled as two more of it’s kind stepped out of the fog. She chuckled and swung her hip to the side that made the tails of her belt swing up. Her hand fiddled inside the wave of fur and pulled out something noone saw.
A loud purr of a engin roared in the air. The woman lifted a whatever she was hold up. Just over her shoulder a rusty chain that spun around in a loop. “Bad doggies.” She hummed out amused.
She charged forwards and the pack advanced on her. The woman dropped to her knees as the dog in the middle lepted at her. She swung her weapon around her head and swung it over her head. As the metal sang it’s song of death it sawed the dog right down the middle. A ribbon of dark red blood fell on her head as she braced herself for the next attack. She swung the roaring chain again at the next mut, effetely slicing the heads open along the jaw line. The machine went dead as she jumped to her feet. One of the belt tails moved by itself and she pulled out a handgun. She shot the dog that tried to bit her leg, and continued to shot it until it dropped to the ground. She stopped and put the gun back into her tails as her eyed the beast.
It twitched it’s legs. “Stay . . .” She said loudly. Her hand went back behind her and she pulled out a rifle and shot a howl in it’s torso. The creature let out a deathly hole as a dark bloody pool formed around it. “Good boy.”
The woman let out a sigh and scratched her not bloody head. She gaged and made a remark that she need to bathe to herself. The tall woman stretched her arms and turned around. She paused when she saw the two siblings. “No wonder they came over here . . .” She hopped up to them and narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?” The strange woman wiped the blood off of Joshua cheek “Standing around bleeding all over the place.” She finished with a mumble and licked her fingers clean. Here eyes buggered out and her tails shot strait and the fur ruffled like when a cat is in a fight. “Why did I do that? I don’t even like beef. Why did I do that . . .” She whined and questioned herself.
Chrono stepped forwards and placed and hand on both of the two’s shoulders. The woman was still gaging on the taste as her ember eye grew wide. “Ummm . . . excuse me. Miss?”
Me–beep! Me–Beep!
Everyone jumped when the beeping shrilled, even the one who it was coming from. She spun on her heels and raised a finger to Chrono. “Hold on that though there for a sec. will ya?” She turned back were she was facing and began to push the air as she counted down. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!! Four!! Three!!! Tow!!! ONE!!!!” She jumped into the air as she bellowed out “NIGHT!”
A darkness descended on them. They were in a forest that belonged in the horror movies. The mist cleared up for too quickly for anyone’s liking, excepted one . . . and she was dancing in her pink butterflies and flowered jeans.
“It’s night. I totally love it! I can see more than a foot in front of me . . .” She sang goofily. Gilliam growled and shot a barrier around her. She stopped in mid dance step and turned on him with her hand on her hips. “Well that’s rude.”
“She the one I saw in the storehouse.” Remington said astonished.
“No. She’s the Kitsune that the mummy girl was talking about.” The demon interrupted.
“What’s a kitsune?” Joshua asked before any fighting started.
“A kitsune is the Japanese word for fox. It is also known as Fox Maiden. Often seen as an evil creature that tacks human form with a fox’s tail on there back. One of the most famous Kitsune seduced the Emperor of China and requested that all the women in the palace to dance nude in the garden. The women refused so she hade them threw into a pit filled with vipers and bees. So, ya. After that noone really liked Kitsunes. Even the ones with white fur and nine tails.” She smiled out at their blinking faces as she displayed all of her tails behind her. She punched her hands together. “And, before I forget . . .” The kitsune said softly. “Welcome to Silent Hill. I’m MisoGirl, the information lady.” She said sweetly. “But remember, ask your questions carefully if you want the answer you need.”

FIN
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Author’s Note: Bet you didn’t expect to see me there, did ya? And before anyone asks, yes. I do have an outfit like the one here. If you want to show up in this, just give a hoot. I’ll fit you in some were. AB1212 is gona be in the next chapter, and ChronoMiko’s gona scare Azy somewhere . . . don’t know were yet. FYI the song the mummy girl sang is Ordinary Miracle by Sarah McLachlan.

PREVIEW!!!!
You lie silent there be for me
your tears they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave
I give to you

Really don’t deserve it
but now there’s nothing you can do
so sleep in your only memory of me
my dearest mother

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
it was always you that I despised
I don’t feel enough for you to cry oh well
here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey

So insignificant
sleeping dormant deep inside of me
are you hiding away lost
under the sewers
maybe flying high in the clouds
perhaps your happy with out me
so meany seed have been sewn in the field
and who could have sprout up so blessedly
if I hade died
I would never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say I’m sorry
where is the light
wonder if it’s weeping somewhere

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
it was always you that I despised
I don’t fell enough for you to cry oh well
here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
it was always you that I despised
I don’t fell enough for you to cry oh well
here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
good–bey
good–bey
good–bey
good–bey

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
it was always you that I despised
I don’t fell enough for you to cry ho well
here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
it was always you that I despised
I don’t fell enough for you to cry oh well
here’s a lullaby to close your eyes good–bey
good–bey
good–bey
good–bey
good–bey

Good–bey


MG: Okay. Another song preview this time . . . sorry.
S: Why is it called Silent Hill?
MG: There was a hill. It was silent. Why not?
S: You people aren’t very creative are you?
MG: What? Nothing else was inspiring us.
A: Please try and not hate me in this . . . R&R
MG: Azy . . . all the non whiners and smart people out there hate you. I’m evil . . .