Silent Vengeance

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

Author’s Note: Well . . . now. I have to learn how to shoulder check right . . . that’s not what I wanted to say. The gang is going into the city in this chapter. There’s gona be a mall scene, so if any name of the stores are similar in any way it pure coincidental. So goes for the street signs.

MisoGirl: They’re made out of cardboard!
Sister Kate: your stories have not plot or morale at all. I demand you to stop this at once.
AngelBreed2121: NOOOO!! Me like funny/cool/hentai stories!
MG: Why am I always slanty?
K: I don’t care what you like young lady. She’s not an author. Her writing has too much depiction when it isn’t needed and too little when it should be. I mean, just look at her finished work. There’s no morale or message in there at all.
MG: The purest of connection can never be broken.
AB2121: What?
MG: Chrono n’ Rosette have true love connection. No mater what obstacle that lay in their way, their felling for each other will never change.
K: There wasn’t that much depth in the plot! You just written a porno graphic fanfiction.
AB2121: AND a damn good one too!

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Silent Vengeance
Chapter Four
Dreaming Nightmare

Ewan walked next to the woman with long silky ebony hair. Her clothes looked to be Japanese, but with western lace along the trim. The open wool coat reviled some odd yet elegant fashion accessories, such as the beaded belt around the thick sash wrapped around the waist. The shamrock ribbon clipped just to the side of her bun that pulled back a quarter of her hair leaving the rest to fall gracefully down her back. The trailing ends of the ribbon stopped about one to tow inches past her hair. The color pallet she wore was a soft sea greens with a pattered that matched to colors, with a light spring pink for most of the accessaries.
The young woman turned her shining emerald pools to the priest. “Ah . . . admiring my altered furisode, I see.” She grinned up at him, as her fingers played with the heart-shaped lace trimming the obi-age. Her large green eyes blinked once then twice at his blushing face, then turned to the rest of the group. “Uh . . . you do realize that you don’t need to fallow me, right?”
Aion approached her, waving his hand back and forth. “Listen Miss.” He ignored her correction of her name and continued what he was saying. “We were thrown into this world against our will and so far as we saw you’re the only one here that has some knowledge of this place.” The white haired demon said roughly.
The woman calmly stepped up to him and crank her head back to look him in the eyes, that were near seven feet off the ground. “You have met MisoGirl right?” She stated softly, in a away that hade Remington’s skin tingling. “She understands Silent Hill more that I ever could. I mean, she looks after the little ones more often than I do . . .”
“Little ones?” Joshua echoed.
“Yes. The kids. I think most of them are your age.” The lovely midnight lulu said tilting her head to one side. “She has a neck with making information stick with them.” Her turn was graceful and she continued to stroll down the road.
Remington shook out of his stupor harshly and quickly fallowed after her. “Ummm . . . Mis. Kensain’mi? Keinzen’may? Kendssan’me? S–sorry, I don’t know how to pronounce it.” He finished felling like a idiot.
She chuckled of the sound of bells. “You can just cal me Setsuka.” The woman smiled gently.
“Uh, really? Thank you . . .” He smiled dumbly at her knowing very well that he’ll have problems pronouncing that too. “What I was going to ask you was, do you know if there’s a town near here that we can gather information.”
She blinked up at him again, which caused him to blush again. There was a short silence between them. “Yes.” She said finally in a soft tone. “It’s really not hard not to find . . . just look ahead of you.” The woman finished pointing her finger in front of them.
The gang looked in the direction of her pointed finger, and sur enough there it was. The town’s shopping district was just a few yards away from them. The rows of shops lined the streets and they faded into the fog. The large signs and displays accompanied by the tall street lamps. They all stood there dumb founded for about two seconds as Setsuka made a beam line for the grocery.
“How could we miss this?!” Rosette yelped at the top of her lungs.
“It’s the fog.” Setsuka cast over her shoulder as she walked into the arcade. “Oh! Dang-it. All the ice tea mix is gone.” The young woman moaned and partly groaned. Sighing she scratched the back of her head and cast a glace down the cloudy road. “Looks like I have to go to the mall then.” She heaved another big sigh as her expression clearly said she rather not. Tapping the toes of her sandals, she briskly walked off down the road.
Everyone from the early 20's glanced at one another hoping someone new what that meant. Joshua scratched his nose and jerked his hand free of his sister’s. With long wide strides the young teen-aged boy caught up with the petite Japanese beauty. “Ummm . . . excuse me Miss.” He took a big gulp of spit as she glanced at him with her large exotic eyes, suddenly felling quite stupid. “What’s a ‘mall’?” His voice crowned a bit and he couldn’t figure out whether it was the nerves or the glimmer in her eyes.
The woman stumbled a bit as her electric green eyes gaped at him like he just sprouted a third horn on his fifth head. “Kay . . . what century are you from . . .” The woman raised an eye brow.
The young boy blinked perplexed for a minute or two. “Nineteen-twenty-four.” He breathed bewildered by her question.
She continued to stare at him like the boy was sprouting more limbs by the second. “Kay . . .” Setsuka breathed at last as she picked up the pace. “History isn’t my strongest subject.” The ebony hair lulu made a sharp turn at a construction sight. The sound of a fried radio hummed through he air and made a few muscles tense.
Joshua being the curious lad he always was sped up ahead of the pack, fallowed by his worried older sister. Remington on the other hand quickly retook his place next the lovely Setsuka. The violet haired demon took a quick glance at the minister’s odd behavior as he rushed after the golden blond girl.
The young boy picked up a small almost the size of his palm radio. He turned it over in his hand as the transmit communication device continued to buzz at him franticly.
“Joshua! Put that down. You don’t know where it’s been.” Rosette slid to a stop next to him and snatched his new toy right out of his hands.
“Come on sis. I’m not sick any more . . .” The boy partly whined as he got to his feet. “Give it back!”
“No.” The girl huffed out more childishly than she would of wanted. “And besides, I think it’s broken.” She began to beat the contraction on the palm on her hand.
With short brisk steps Setsuka quickly passed them like she was floating on a cloud. “No, it not.” She hummed gently as she closed the chicken wired gate. The woman spun around, her hair swung with her like a royale blue gown. The sea foam eyed beauty slowly walked up to the siblings and gingerly pluck the radio out of Rosette’s hands. Then turn quickly to Joshua and clipped the buzzing box onto his belt. “Finders. Keeper. They always say.” The woman grinned like a relative to the brother and sister. “Make sure it’s on at all times, you hear?”
“That’s what MisoGirl said to that girl!” The fifteen year old boy pipped.
“Well yes . . . of ‘corse she would of.” The older female blinked at him. “They make that static sound whenever an ‘un-friendly’ is close.” She finished with a smile, then blinked once or twice seeming to be puzzled by something.
“Un-friendly?” The young beauty echoed as the blond priest took a step closer to the woman.
“A.K.A. monster.” The gleaming spring green eyed lulu grinned gently. With her hand she gestured lightly behind the wire gate. There in the think mist was a man like creature that hade no face. In fact it appeared that he did but it was wrapped tightly in some short of thick plastic bag. They couldn’t make anything else out through the fog and discarded steel other than the spindly legs.
“He has a nasty habit to spue out this ghastly black goo at people.” Setsuka cringed at the statement. “We call that one ‘Armless man’, for obvious reasons.” She stated as the silhouette of the monster clearly shown no arms on it. “Some young ones call him ‘Trojan man’ . . .” Her eyes narrowed with annoyance.
The woman spun around, her long hair fluttering like butterflies behind her as she continued down the road quickly. Remington quickly fallowed after he shook himself out of his shock. Chrono gently grabbed Rosette’s shoulder as she grabbed her brother’s hand. The rest of the group fallowed after with some pausing a bit to stare at the strange creature attempting to walk through the wires, it un able to open the door with having no arms. Wile other quickly walk past it not wanting to stay close to it any longer than need be. Sometime after the disturbing sight they were led to another part of the city. With the thick fog most of them couldn’t see past the edges of the road, let alone any cars. Setsuka being the only resident, just fallowed her internal map. She stopped briefly to check where they were at a corner.
Ewan slowed to a stop behind the woman, he felt quite at ease. The paved road like the one they were traveling on he suspected to see or hear one car at least. But it was soo silent. He couldn’t hear birds or any other life-form anywhere. Father Remington began to understand why the residents call there place ‘Silent Hill’. He turned around to see that the beauty he fallowed all day was gone. His head zipped around a little panicked, but then he heard the quiet clacking of her wooden sandals on the pavement. The minster heard more foot steps fallowing behind him.
“You’re carrying the torch for that little doll, aren’t you?” A demon smirked at him.
The young minister jumped a bit and gripped the hilt of his sward. His sky blue eye narrowed at the speaker. “Aion.” He hissed.
“Like the exotic look huh?” The demon grinned widely, flashing his fangs at the priest.
Light denim heather pools grew to the size of dinner plates and threatened to fall out. “WHAT?!” The man shouted nearly making his lungs pop. From his sudden out burst the young teenaged boy tripped and fell flat on his face. The young minster stumbled a bit from the boy’s low short cry of shock. Turning back to the demon after seeing Joshua was being tend too by his sister. “I just met Setsuka, how couldn’t even begun to light a torch let alone carry one.”
“It only takes a spark to start a wild fire.” The aran haired demon chuckled. “And besides, you can fool a human in these matters but not a demon.”
The priest blushed lightly and continued running in the thick white fog. He took a calming breath when he saw and grabbed a iron guard rail. His old friend and ex-partner Gilliam caught up with the rest of the group, raised an eyebrow at the rose coloring on his cheeks.
“I got a good question!!” The cowboy wana be devil snarled. “Why are we still fallowing this freak?” He hissed.
The small cat like demon popped out from behind him. “Because we already went over this. We need her to be a guide in this backwards place.” The little woman shook her finger at him playfully. “Don’t even think about flying around guys. In a fog this thick you’ll fly right into a skyscraper a wouldn’t even know it.” She continued to shake her finger at the rest of them.
“Then why don’t we use a map instead?” Grass scratched her head, surprisedly sounding like she agreed with the demon.
“AND where would you proposed we get one?” Remington’s eye twitched slightly with annoyance. He turned back ahead of him and squinted his eyes. Through the haze of the misty air he saw the silhouette of a stair case. The ever adventuress Rosette jogged up the stairs, her figure fading into the clouds surrounding them. As expected her demon partner Chrono fallowed after her.
“WOW!!” The girl’s voice rung over them. The rest of them fallowed after the two, careful not to miss a step. “She’s fast. Maybe we should higher her for the Militia.”
At the top a the stairs was the dark admiral hair beauty disappearing into the faded lights of a building behind glass doors. Her flamingo coat was the only light for them to fallow. When they where fussing with the door and finally got themselves inside, the woman was already at the end of the hall.
Viede paused on the stairs as the rest ran up it. He bent down studding the oddest markings. They seemed to be cuts from claws but they were horizontal. Right along the steps . . . it looked like they were going up the stairs instead of fallowing where they were pointing too. . .
“Wait!” Voices called out and bounced off the surrounding walls, but it was Rosette that caught up with the fast woman.
“How can you move so fast?” The girl huffed out softly.
The woman blinked perplexed as her sage green furisode flowed with her as she turn towards the young girl. “By moving my feet.” She smiled, humor shining in her evergreen eyes. The woman rounded a corner on a large statue of a small child, and quickly she dashed into an unattuned store. With her hair shining like arctic ice she grabbed a mini jug of powered ice tea and stuffed it into a large canvases bag. Ignoring that the woman didn’t even bother to pay for it, Ewan gently grabbed her shoulder. She turned sharply to him, her jade emerald pool glared at him for a split second. “Shouldn’t you be finding weapons for when you’ll get attacked?” The lulu asked flatly.
“You didn’t pay for that!” Kate intruded with a meager statement.
The mister glanced back at the empty store with no till, then back at his boss. “Pay who?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“Please get out of my way.” The Japanese female said steadily. “I would like to get out of here before twilight.” Her voice took on sharp edge as her eyes went wild like a winter storm. She shot past them and began to rush down the hall. Then stopped in her tracks as a musical beeping came from her wrist.
Darkness risen from below their feet as the walls chipped and moaned. The statue that stood in the middle of stores made a whining sound. Blood began to drip form it’s fingers as the hallow eye wept thick black sludge. The lights flickered for a moment and died. Pitch black surrounded them, neither of them could see an arm’s length away. Azmaria screamed and clung onto Sister Grace tighter, as Rosette reached for her weapons and Chrono wrapped his arm around her protectively. The Sinner leader unsheathed his sward as his minions unleashed their own weapons, except Shader being that she didn’t have any.
“Does this happen ever time?!” Joshua shouted over his shoulder as Fiore grabbed his hand as she pulled out her jewels with the other.
Garden green eyes glimmered in the falling lights. “Yes. This isn’t a good place for newbies either, it’s . . .” She paused in mid–sentence a stared at the gems in the burnt chocolate haired doll’s hand. “Are you planing to bedazzling them with you bling?” The aqua sea pool eyes blinked repeatedly.
“I am not.” The German which said in a flat tone. “It’s jewel summoning. I’m a jewel which.”
The woman rocked back on her heals with a smug grin on her lips. “I’m guessing that MisoGirl didn’t get the chance to tell you out side magic doesn’t work in Silent Hill.” She rocked back onto her feet again and spun slightly to the right. “Now that the entrances have moved, we have to go to the second level and exit through the rear.” Setsuka sighed partly annoyed. When the sound of shocked gasps and angered whining entered her ear, she let out another sigh. “Things change at twilight and change back at dawn.”
“What?! How do you find your way around?” Shader hopped up to the woman and clung onto her arm.
“The places of buildings and such don’t change, but the shape and basic structure do.” When blank looks gazed back at her, she new she must make this a bit more clearer. “Ummm . . . oh! You know the school right?” She clapped her hand together hopefully.
“No.” Remington shook his head side to side. “We only came from the forest and a commanded you.” He said calmly making sure that he didn’t sound like a stoker.
“Ah . . . that doesn’t change much, unless you count the mine and traps . . . that basically it.” The woman said under her breath. “Well the school is . . . well a school. You know classrooms, offices, two floors Plus a basement, and the rest of it. I think it was Catholic. I’m not sure considering that I was running for my life then, but I’m certain that I saw a cross like thing there.” She continued not giving anyone a chance to ask what she was running from. “Well at night it gangs a third floor and a sub basement. Also there’s a tower . . . I think it’s made from chicken-wire. Oh! And the stair ways are bigger and more open with wood . . . or was it metal railings.”
The woman briskly walked down the hall, passing restaurants and stores. The sounds of giggling jackals, screeching howling, and hissing groans from unknown origins echoed through the large building. The young native female ignored them like a begging child and started up on a chain link stairway. She made movement with her arms like she was puling something up repeatedly. “And there’s a pulley escalator thingy . . . but I recommend not looking at it too long. There’s dismembered bodies hanging upside-down. Oh! and some disfigured ones too!” She glanced a the short cat woman that begun to grip her like a desperate lover would, then looked over at Ewan wide eyed shocked face. “I guess I shouldn’t of mentioned that.”
The blond priest glanced over his shoulder at the ones still on the swinging staircase. Most of the demon were blinking, apparently trying to picture something along that nature, as other tried to ignore it. Some of the older human just gaped not believing what they just heard wile the youngsters were blue in the face. Rosette inpaticular looked like she was going to hurl as she mouthed the words ‘hanging bodies’ repeatedly, as her demon tried to calm her. “The image of dismembered and disfigure bodies does that to people.”
“Oh! Speaking of disfigure, that reminds me of Jason Kay-something.” She said as she turned towards a large opening. “Nasty peace of work.” The woman tapped Shader’s arm like a grandmother wold, then turned back at Ewan flopping her hand down continuing her grama like gestures. “He got his just dessert. Poetically punished I’ll say. Can’t remember what his crime was. But it was good.” She made an evil grin the sent shivers down Father Remington’s back, and not in a good way either.
“Wait!!” The squealing voice of the little apostle girl echoed from the darkness.
“I an‘t stopping.” The elegant voice of the blue midnight haired lulu hummed gently. “If you can’t keep up, find your own way to survive.” She said as she began to disappear into the black abyss.
The young priest reached and grabbed her arm and gingerly pulled her back. “We can’t separate.” He said shyly not knowing her pulled her back.
Aion smiled at the blushing priest, knowing all to well of the lust of man. Chuckling in his chest he decided to provoke the holly man’s temptation. “Especially with you, an unarmed, spindly legged woman.” The demon grinned ear to ear as he saw the berry red vain popped on the young man’s forehead, but the one the speak up wasn’t the priest.
“I don’t know whether to laugh, vomit, or to decapitate you.” Delicate mint green pools narrowed beneath ebony eyebrows.
Hazel gray cat eyes glimmer with an unknown emotion. “I like this lady!” The female scientist hopped up n’ down wile still holding her arm.
“Well it’s always nice to be apprec–” the ebony lulu quickly grabbed Aoin’s arm and Shader’s head and pulled them down as she ducked. A large black flash streaked above them as four long gashes appeared behind and beside them. “Well that’s a new addition. Well now let’s get out of their range.” The woman said in an almost cheerful tone. The two of them were then dragged up by Setsuka and nearly pulled away by her.
“Ah . . . you’re still holding my arm . . .” The head of the sinners droned.
The woman blinked once and sighed. “Oh. Okay then.” She lightly pushed him back and away from her. The demon hit the guard rail and nearly fell off. He glared at her as she smiled amused. “You were the one that didn’t want to be lead.”
Gilliam could of sworn he heard Remington grumbled that he wouldn’t mind being lead by her, but he brushed it off his back convinced he was hearing things. The head group hear the back group gave a yelp as hair was cut and skirt were shorten. They eventually jogged up to their ‘guide’ past sporting goods and far too short women’s clothing. The cat woman hade her face plastered to the electronics and asking endless questions about them.
“So what’s this called?!” The coco haired demon squealed.
“That’s an MP3 player . . .” Her informant raised an confused eyebrow and began to inch away.
“Whatdoesitdo?” She said so fast that the words converged into one.
“It plays the music you put on it . . .” Setsuka inched another step away.
“HOW!!” The high pitch squeak strained the ears of everyone near and far.
“You hook it up to the computer.” The ever comical sweat drop trailed it’s way down on the woman’s head. The cat demon scenist eyes grew too big for her head and began to freak the native out. Some had to stifle a giggle see the woman that so boldly threaten Aion cower away from Shader. “If you want . . . you can keep it . . .”
“Really? I don’t have to pay or anything?”
“Pay who?” She raised her palms up mid way up her torso. Sighing she reached for a pouch neckless. “You can keep it in this.”
The demon put it on, stuff the little metal and plastic squar into it, and skipped off. Everyone converged again into one unit. Rosette dashed up ahead of them, unaware that her skirt was cut up so high in the back that the curves of ther buttocks was displayed for everyone to see. The whit haired demon smirked enjoying the view. Far too much for a curtain plum wine haired demon. Said demon rushed up to his golden blond partner and attempted to pull her skirt down. The sunrise lulu jumped felling his tanned fingers on her behind, spun around an slapped his right across the face. The small over heated scuffle of the girl accusing the other being a pervert, as he tried to explained to her about the clothes issue. A soft ‘you should duck’ was his only warning before a large hand smacked into the middle of his back and send him tumbling over and onto the blond exorcist.
The demon looked over her shoulder to se his attacker. A gigantic eight foot tall, two headed torso walking on it’s hands lumbered out of the alleys. One of it’s head was in a state of rapture of death, wile the other was missing it’s jaw. The other head was making a moaning screeching sound as it’s gray n’ red tongue hung out swaying from side to side as it moved.
“Well that interesting.” Said Setsuka calmly. “They’re usually in the prison.” She finished far too calmly. The woman blinked and look at their surroundings. Spilt headed hounds lepted up the stairwell, brothers from a different mother of the giant torso lumbered towards them, as miniature octopus chatting teeth bounced in. “Looks like we’re surrounded.” Although she smiled, her eyes burned with rage.
“Will you stop it with the calm and happy talk?!” Genai grabbed the woman’s collar and pulled her to him. Remington jumped and pulled out his cross hilt of his holly light sward.
“Panicking isn’t going to help us now . . .” Her were sharp and pissed. The cowboy demon dropped her on a gasp, as he transformed into his true self and using his scissored arm to cut a stupid mutt in two.
Joshua was quick enough to grab a wooden bat before it got too hectic. Monsters and nightmarish shadows attacked without a second thought. Chrono cut off an arm from the torso thing that attacked him before. It fell onto it’s back and began to flop around like a crab on it’s back. The heads of the Order of Magdalen that the ones with the weapons to surround those that were unarmed. One of the unarmed ones was one of the head of the Order herself, Sister Kate. Fiore was also one of the few, after seeing that her enchanted stones in fact didn’t light up, just as Setsuka clammed it would. Azmaria shivered under the others as Shader needlessly pointed out that they were all females. Little charity cling onto the green and pink cladded Japanese woman.
“Let go of me.” The woman’s voice snapped sharply in Azy’s ears.
“Well that was mean.” The dull voice of the doll. “She’s scared and you are unarmed just she is–” The chestnut haired human shaped toy cut her sentence short as sharp jade eyes fixed on her.
“Who said I was unarmed?”
The sound of metal stroking against metal rung in the air. In a flash everything fell into chaos.
Ewan felt a sharp fast pain cut across his back before he fell over. His holly sward of light flung from his hand and skidded across the floor out of his reach. He hears shouts of people unable to get a clear shot or get to him in time as he rolled slightly onto his side.
A humanoid creature loomed over him. The thing hade two large, rusty blades in place of it’s forearms. Its head looks like many layers of flesh stitched together and quivers rapidly. The monster scraped it blades together as it seemed to grin in rapture of it’s victim’s demise.
“Father!” Echoed by many voices tore through the air and smell of rotting blood.
Clack. Clack.
A sound repeating quickly on the floor cracked through the all of the voices cries. The flutter of abandoned pink cloth floated in suspended in the wind. A small tinging like the ringing of a miniature bell, hummed everything into silence. The sway of a green skirt with dusty rose lace waved before the straw blond minister. The echo of midnight blue silky curtain of hair slowly followed the owner actions.
“Scraper.” She chuckled under her breath.
Setsuka was indeed armed. Her very long twin blade like weapons fitted snugly in her hand. She swung with the one that was not blocking the Scraper’s attack. It was sliced like warm butter in two. The woman quickly responded to the second and third Scrapers by easily cutting them down. She turned at her waist and hip wile swinging both her blades upwards, successfully disemboweling the Twin Victim. She spun on her heals, using only one of the blades the woman decapitated both of it’s heads on it’s single neck.
The woman was a veteran of this sort of battle. Spinning on one foot she elegantly karate kick the control box on the side of the wall. The large metal screen fell down quickly, but before it fell all the way she gave her audience one last message. “GeT oUt!” She hissed st them.
The loud clang of it hitting the floor shook them out of their stupor. They all jumped back into reality and dashed to the far glass doors, wile making the occasional kill along the way. The group practically lepted out, Joshua coming out last being that he was busy playing miniature octopus chatting teeth ball. They all stumbled to a stop to catch their breath.
Remington was the first to stand up, clearly not catching his second wind any time soon. “I’m going back.” He huffed out.
“Are you insane?!!!” Rosette jumped to her feet. “Didn’t you see what’s in there?” The girl began to wave her arms around like a drunken flight director. Aion see his opportunity, leaned forwards to get a better ‘view’. His head was pulled back by the pony-tail as his neck cracked. Chrono didn’t let go of his former bother’s hair as he glared into his country grape eyes.
A screech of wheels and a roar of an engin rushed towards them. A dark brandy color van barreled in there direction. It spun around, swing it’s back end out behind it, leaving black rubber tire marks on the road. The back sliding door opened as a familiar face popped out at them.
“Need a lift?” Misogirl asked with a raised eyebrow and showing the top row of sharp teeth. “Well if you want to be torn apart by them.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “It’s fine with me, but I’m a closing this door.” The woman continued to smile. Her arm made a movement to close said door, then it was cranked back as everyone jumped into the van. The blond minister hopped into the front set then made friends with the door. Everyone in the car except the drive was thrown to one side. The driver on the other hand was currently hitting everything she saw. Malformed ash black flesh was run over and flung over the vehicle, as the radio hummed out a soft melody.
Shimmering so bright
Guiding light, divine
Flow along the sea of fading stardust
Reminiscing the touch over the hands you still clutch
We’ll belong lost in the past, left to emancipate
We pray among the clouds, i the pitch blackness of night,
Our voices ascend to the stars,
This will overcome; they’ll always tumble and flow,
In this serenity . . .
Eternally . . .
The little box finished softly and sweetly. Rosette hopped up onto her knees and turned to the frizzy haired female fox. The blond exorcist knees were perched on Chrono’s stomach and thigh. A little too close for comfort for little Chrono’s liking. “You drive like a maniac!” The car occupants were stunned silent, either by the girl’s statement or the condition of her clothes. “You’re driving at an outrageous speed. You’re hitting everything you see. AND turning with out signaling!”
“You left out the part when I made your head hit the windshield.” The woman in full decked out denim said calmly.
“What? You didn’t–” the golden sunrise blond lulu started to say, but the slam on the brake petal hade her and everyone else rocking forwards.
The loud pang just made the kitsune grin wider. “Walked right into that one.” Her happy voice bounced in the air. Glancing down at the teen she decided to do one good deed. “FYI, everyone can see you ass.”
On a loud scream the young exorcist woman cover her buttocks. Looking at her partner the teen aged girl decided to tack it out on him. Wile the screaming and beating and the poor demon trying to explain that it wasn’t him that cut her skirt it was the wall man creature that did the deed. Their drive was watching them quite entertained. “I know I should be watching the road but . . . they’re more entertaining.”
“Well . . . if your not going to drive then–” Remington reached fore the wheel slowly like he was going to touch a flame.
“My car.” A short sharp growl shot at the blond minster.
“But we have to go back for Setsuka!” Ewan yelled not meaning to.
“Setsuka? How do you–” The woman turned towards him and her hazel gray, green and brown spotted eyes light up. “AND speak of the devil . . .” Her voice was light and joyful. “. . . almost.” She finished sounding like a robot having trouble speaking.
MisoGirl hopped back into set, leaned over to the passenger side door and opened it. She turned the small van wile pushing on the minister’s shoulder. He tumbled out as she finished the turn into an alleyway and the door shut itself, with some help by the burnt brick building. The vehicle smashed it’s way through the a chain linked fence and plowed out was appeared to be an armless man.
“Always wear a seatbelt.”


FIN
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Author’s Note: The END!!!! For this chapter . . . XD I hade more monster and creatures from Silent Hill games in this chapter. AND yes. I made an original monster for this chapter. Can you guess witch one?;) The game’s fans know I bet, and probably cleaning the crap in their pants right now. To those all of those artist out there I challenge you to draw it! Yes draw it. If you have no idea what ‘it’ is . . . just put that in your review.
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What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was one of a kind,
A precious pearl
When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now
What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself
Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought was a dream
A mirage
Was as real as it seemed
A privilege
When I wanted to tell you
I made a mistake
I walked away

Gomenasai, for everything
Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
I never needed a friend,
Like I do now
Gomenasai, I let you down
Gomenasai, Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

AB2121: Kool! Tatu Gomenasai! That’s a sad song . . . you like sad songs don’t you MG?
MG: I like all types of songs AB2121. It’s just this is a sad tragic story . . . A ghost gona be sing this. Kay?
K: I completely disagree where this is going.
MG: Kay . . . leave then. (mumbles) Crazy bitch nun. (mumbles)
K: What did you say?!
MG: Buy a hearing-aid.
AB2121: R&R Please! (turns to MG) Update now? (stars in eyes)
MG: I can’t pull chapters out of my ass . . .