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Old April 16th, 2015 (6:38 AM). Edited May 29th, 2015 by Shak.
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After making considerable ground in his journey to Fairbell, Achilles noticed that the night was catching up to him. He hadn't heard from Shillace in a while, and the homeless man on the back of his horse had finally unplugged the mental barrier he'd managed to create in his nose. He stopped Onyx and dismounted him. The exhausted steed wandered off in an attempt to graze whatever green it could find. Unfortunately for the horse; the the land, barren by name, lived up to that title. Achilles peered off into the distance, trying to find any sort of shelter. He was never one to long for company, but this was a moment he definitely needed it.
"Shillace?" He called out out, almost in a whispered tone, as he waited for the pseudo-spirit to heed his call. Nothing. He always assumed that he could summon her at will, since that worked in the past. He sighed, as he continued heading south. He chose not to mount his horse though, he continued on foot.
The sky was red by the time he got near Fairbell, the journey was long, but somehow he'd made it on foot. A bubbled cauldron rose across what Achilles could see of the horizon. He noticed a broken and battered base of a home, piled high, with what he assumed was the rest of it.
"Shillace?" He whispered again. Hoping for the spirit to show up. Again with a sigh, he shook his head and continued down the road. As he walked, he looked back at the damaged stables next to the home. The animals had been evacuated. He tied his horse to the post and threw his satchel into a stable. He dragged Wyatt off of the horse, and placed him in a different stable to the one that he'd thrown his satchel into before walking back to his own. As he sat down he heard weeping.
"Why?" The voice cried out. He looked at Onyx, the horse hadn't responded at all to the cries. Achilles knew.
"There's no need to be upset." He said calmly. Shillace slowly faded in the stable. She appeared in the opposite corner to the one Achilles was sitting in.She refused to look at him. He knew.
"If that were true, you wouldn't be crying." She responded, still refusing to look at her creator. Achilles' face turned to that of confusion."You make that face as if you don't know what I'm talking about." She continued. Achilles ignored her second comment, though he definitely heard it.
"You're the one crying." he stated calmy. He sounded almost like a child trying to win an argument with a grown up. Shillace let out a yelp of laughter.
"The tears that roll down my face-plummet down yours. When my heart aches-yours burns. When I'm worried-you're petrified." Her words left Achilles cold. The bounty hunter didn't respond. He sat in silence, with his thoughts his own. He didn't sleep much after that.
The following morning, Wyatt awoke. He found himself in a broken down stable and covered in hay. His thoughts trailed as he began realise where he thought he was and what he thought had happened. That b*stard ran off with my money didn't he. He left me in this sh*t hole. He ran, looking around the destroyed stable and house, hoping to god, it wasn't true.

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Old April 16th, 2015 (9:02 AM). Edited May 25th, 2015 by Estrello.
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    It was not the first time that Anima was at the barrel of a gun. The man in front of him was Jeremy Coal. He was an arms length He was bulky and brutish, a town bandit. The last few moments moved as swift as a few glances. The man had several exploitable fears. Anima thought, as he backed in to the corner of the bar. He looked at his surroundings.


    From what occupants of the bar there was, they paid no attention. Obviously, this kind of scenario was familiar to them. The floor was sodden with dirt and blood... and oil... Anima knew his blunder. When he had lathered the oil on to the hinges, the oil drained out of his hands, the oil dropped on to the ground and he had stepped in it. He had left a trail. So, everything was going according to plan. Anima grew an unnaturally wide grin. 'What the psyduck? He is staring my gun down the barrel and he smiles?' Jeremy thought as a sweat droplet scaled his cheek, loosening itself from the skin and free-falling. Anima's eye glowed enchantingly, the iris swirled like a galaxy spun it's web among the Astral Planes. Anima peered in to Jeremy's Soul.


    He noted that the death of his family was his least worry. Anima activated his truthful eye, paralysing him in fear. Anima brought up his hand and gently pushed the gun out of his face. Anima pried the man's gun out of his hand and held it out. He struck the man on the temple with the butt of the revolver. The man snapped out of his trance when hit. Jeremy was dizzy but still able to fight with all of the adrenaline pumping through his system. He pounced on Anima, thrusting his hands around neck. Throttling him with his hands. Jeremy banged Anima's head back and forth. But then a small round circle poked his fat belly... He froze. His gun was taken by Anima. He pulled the trigger. Jeremy's body went limp, his arms stopped choking. Anima pushed the injured man off of his chest. I don't want him to go quickly. He hoisted up the body on to his shoulders. Grasping his drink and bread. He exited the tavern, a body over his shoulder.
    It was a pleasant sight to behold. He'd been strung to his own roof, the roof his family was murdered in. His face twisted in to a ghastly projection of his face when he saw his world crumble. His blood dripped to the floor. Creating a pool in which sodden the floor boards. Anima admired at his work. He began untying his mask. The belts loosened. He slid the mask down. The Tender burn wounds were wrinkled and was tender. He put the bread in his mouth. Crunching down on the bread. He also drank the water. He scrambled up. He checked his ammunition. “Time to do some digging.”
    His blood soaked book made a print in the dust as the rising sun glared him in the face.


    Then he looked around. A series of bodies were tied to a washing line. The eight carcasses hung by their hands, swaying in the wind. Anima grinned... His work here was done.


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    Old April 20th, 2015 (12:34 PM). Edited April 22nd, 2015 by Ice.
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    Sounds rushed towards the girl, and they swept her out of her sleep. Eternal silence was broken by the sounds of hoofs hitting the ground, and bovines grazing. Never had she ever experienced such loud noises. Never had she experienced any noises at all. It was painful, and she pressed her hands to her ears trying to suppress it. A crow screeched. The sound was awful, she did not want to hear. She never asked to hear. She yelled for her mother, and her own voice scared her. It was so high, so trembling, and so broken. Her mother rushed into her room
    “What is it, Agnes? Are you alright?” she asked, and she kneeled next to her. She made her lip movements very clear, while she tried to describe everything with her hands. The little girl stopped weeping and stared her mother.
    “Make it stop!” She yelled. “Make the sound stop!”
    The mother started crying.
    “Thank you God, for making our lil’ girl hear again,” she said, and she collapsed onto the ground onto the ground, praying and shaking. When she stood up, she walked to the window.
    “Jason!” She yelled, “Come here, our daughter can hear!”
    The noise faded, and the pain went away. “It’s over, momma,” she said. She spoke uncomfortable, as if her voice was not made for speaking. A light shone from within Agnes, blinding her and her mother. As if someone took control of her, her upper body was pulled upwards. In the blink of an eye the light faded and she got pushed back into her bed. Her legs, that used to be broken, beaten and unusable, were back to how they were before she got run over by the bull. She sat on the edge of the bed, and pushed herself out of it. Putting her whole weight on her legs, she balanced herself until she stood perfectly still. She was told she was never going to walk again, and it was a huge relief to find out that she had been blessed so much. Her mother looked at her in awe. When she saw her daughter rise up out of her bed, she ran towards her, and hugged her, squeezing her together, as if she was trying to squeeze the holy light out of her. “The lord blessed you,” she started whispering, repeating herself, while tears streamed down her face. Agnes’s father entered the room. He saw his daughter standing there, and he started crying as well. He joined his wife and daughter in the embrace, and tears filled his eyes. Never had he ever expected his frail, sickly little girl to ever walk again, to ever hear again. “God has plans for you, Agnes,” he said, and he grabbed her face with both hands. “The Lord has plans for you, and he wants you to be great.” He said, and he kissed her forehead. “We need to show this to Ezekiel. All of Fairbell shared our grief, now they shall share our joy.”


    “Today a wonder occurred. Dear little Agnes has been blessed by angels. The Lord gave her the ability to walk again, and his light illuminates her soul. Her deafness is cured, her legs are healed. The Lord imbued her with his Holiness. Her hands will bring holiness to us all. Agnes has been kissed by the angels, and she will share the Lords love with us all!” Ezekiel stepped aside, and Agnes stepped up. A big crowed of townsfolk looked at her, amazed and bewildered. Ezekiel walked up to the crowed, and gave his hand to an old man. His eyes were gray, and stared to nowhere. The man had Cataract, and he could barely make out what was happening.
    “Sir, by the power of the Lord, our little Agnes will heal you!” Ezekiel said, as he walked the man towards the young girl. She put her small, pale hand over his eyes, and a light appeared. The purest of white shone from her hand, and the man’s eyes lit up. The grey faded out, and his eyes became a bright, bright blue.
    “Be healed! Feel the Lords power on your skin! Open up, and accept Agnes’s Holy light!” Ezekiel said.

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    Old April 21st, 2015 (6:47 AM). Edited April 22nd, 2015 by Winter.
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    Emmett wasn't happy with the deal he struck with Antonio, but he knew it wasn't very negotiable. He said struck a deal, but he had really just submitted himself to the Culebra family. He had absolutely no idea how he would get ten thousand dollars together. A normal person didn't even have a tenth of that. There wasn't even a bank that would have that much money in its safe. He decided to forget about it for tonight. Larkin had enough taverns to get into some trouble to forget his real problems.

    "Just iced water, please." Virginia said to the bartender.

    She yawned and casually glanced around the tavern. There was quite a crowd tonight. The smell of liquor and the babble of tipsy conversation hung in the air. Just then, the doorbell jingled as someone walked in. At a first glance, she thought that the young man who had stumbled in reminded her of a rodent. Fearful, wide-eyed and jumpy on its feet. She was not sure whether it was obvious but there was a vibe of nervousness that she picked up from him. She took a sip, as her eyes observed him.

    He saw the idiot from yesterday enter a tavern. He already giggled as he thought about what he could do to poor Buck.

    "Owh man, you're going to have a wonderful night." He said to himself. He walked to the window and looked inside. He saw Huck sitting down with a group of people, who Emmett could only assume were fellow Culebra's. He smashed the door open.

    "The strongest you got, please!" He yelled to the bartender. Huck turned around, and his eyes became huge when he saw Emmett enter.

    "D-d-demon! That boy's a demon!" He screamed. "Get me out of here, he's going to drag me to hell!" Emmett gave a cackling laugh. He loved his demon act, and he loved it even more that Huck was stupid enough to believe it.

    "Hiya Huck, wanna drink with me?" He said, as he licked his lips. "I just ordered a mug of blood!" He really turned this act up to eleven. Huck stood up, as he had decided to leave.

    "Stay a-away from me," he said. Emmett saw his drink arrive. He blinked to it, chugged it down, and than blinked towards Huck.

    "Owh no Huck, we're going to have a very fun night." He said, as he put his arm around the idiot's shoulders.

    Another young man had entered the tavern and seemed to know the rodent-like man. From his expression, Huck (as she soon overheard to be his name) thought that the other man was a demon. Virginia rolled her eyes. Who believed in those things anymore? An arm laid around Huck's shoulders, who immediately shoved it away.

    "D-don't touch me, demon!" He cried.

    Like an animal cornered by a predator, Huck lashed out at the other fellow, and a fist connected with the man's cheek.

    Virginia emptied her glass and ordered another. This would be interesting to watch, she thought.

    The young man reacted quickly, and punched Buck right on his nose. "Right on your sniffer!" He yelled. The people at one of the tables all stood up, and rushed to help Buck. The boy blinked around, punching people, until one of the bigger guys got lucky and punched him in the face. The young man appeared next to Virginia, his nose bleeding, and he grabbed a chair. "Hello pretty lady, is this seat taken?" He asked.

    She shook her head and regarded him coolly, not flinching at his sudden appearance. He must have blinked.

    "You seem busy."

    "I'm multitasking," he said, as he grabbed the chair and chugged it at the group of people. He grabbed the table and flipped it.

    "Oh?" She stared at his bleeding face.

    The kid grabbed his nose with his hand, which seemed to glow. The bleeding stopped. "I'm prepared for these kind of situations. I'm used to being in the minority, although I certainly wouldn't mind for you to tag along." He winked at Virginia.

    "The name's Emmett," he said.

    Healing magic? That's nifty. Especially for a criminal like her.

    "Virginia." Her suspicious were confirmed. That they were both in the same boat.

    "Situations like these are kind of my life," he said as he giggled. A bullet flew by them. Emmett ducked behind the table, and dragged Virginia with him.

    Virginia heard the zipping sounds of several more bullets puncturing the air above them. Instinctively, she whipped her revolver out from her shoulder-bag, releasing two shots in retaliation. She heard a man yelp in pain. Virginia manipulated the water from her glass into a sphere, and sent it whooshing towards the group of men. Chair legs fell apart as the water gushed through them and downed a few men in the group at once.

    Why am I babysitting this boy's troubles? The look on her face was of distaste.

    "You can still leave," Emmett answered, "I don't really care." He raised his head above the table. "I thought you were a good shot, Huck, but this is just disappoint-" He stopped talking as a bullet pierced his ear. He gave a short scream.

    "I would kill ya, if ya weren't gonna drag me to hell, ya demon!" Buck yelled.

    Virginia rolled her eyes at Huck's retort. She popped her head above the table, conjured another sphere of water and aimed it at the superstitious fool. The impact sent him falling flat on his back.

    She looked over to Emmett, but he was gone. Only a second later, the boy blinked back again behind the table. "I really like that spell," he said.

    Virginia peered over the table, wondering why there was a sudden lack of gunfire. Several of the men, including Huck, were flailing about with their faces covered in ice. Huck looked like he had grown on a pair of crystal whiskers.

    "If we leave this table, we can play around a bit more," Emmett said, and he ran towards the men. "There's something on your face, Huck, he said," as he punched him right in the stomach.

    Virginia retrieved her umbrella that she left leaning against the side of a stool, and followed behind Emmett. At the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a trio of men with pistols in their grip. Right before she heard the flash of gunshots, she opened her umbrella and released a blast of water in their direction. A stray bullet was deflected off the edge of the umbrella, landing with a faint clink at her feet. The three men were caught by surprise with the water spell. They were open; she brought up her revolver and fired. Their legs crumpled and sent them falling to the floor with a thud, bodies limp as a dried fish.

    "Don't kill them," Emmett said, "these guys and I share a boss."

    Virginia nodded. In the midst of the frenetic action, the tavern's doors opened with a bang. A flash of light whizzed into the bar. Virginia reflexively put up a shield of water, but she was a second too slow as the shockwave of electrical blast knocked her to the ground.

    "What do we have here? Nobody invited me to the party!"

    Virginia winced from her smarting back, her eyes interlocking with a pair of brown eyes that belonged to a boyish face with tousled blond hair. The bounty hunter had a cocky smirk plastered on his pretty-boy face. The blast had halted the brawl, every pair of eyes and gun barrel now turned towards the latest arrival.

    "Looks like I'm going to be rich!" The bounty hunter raised up two pistols in each hand, and began ejecting bullets at lightning speed. The air started to ripple as bullets zipped through the air in multiple directions. Nobody wanted to be turned in by the bounty hunters. Virginia scrambled to her feet, thankful that she did not sprain anything in her fall. Her mind was set on finding an escape, which was hopefully easy in the entire commotion. Emmett had disappeared from his previous spot, and Virginia could see him appear behind the bounty hunter. A big push to the back toppled the bounty hunter over, who hit the floor face first. The blonde boy hit the floor, rolling to the side as his wrist flicked upwards at Emmett. Light flashed from his hand and Emmett felt a sudden cone of pain travel up his leg. He collapsed on top of the bounty hunter, and clocked him in the jaw.

    Virginia knocked several men out of her way with an elemental blast, moving towards the door. Emmett and the bounty hunter were busy duking it out with each other. Emmett noticed Virginia dodging bullets and spells, while heading towards the door. He grabbed his flask, and splashed the contents towards Virginia. He took a deep breath, and froze the water, freezing her in place. He ran towards the door.

    "It's been fun guys," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow at work, Huck!" He yelled, and he blinked away.
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    Old April 21st, 2015 (1:25 PM). Edited May 25th, 2015 by Estrello.
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      The Sun erupted in the sky, the blades of sun beamed down. Light stung his eye, the baking heat irritated his burn scars. Anima pulled up his mask over his face. The giant ball of fiery plasma angrily stared at him. The shimmer blurred the horizon with Mirage, the sky streaked an azure mantle of cloudless sky. He caked his boot in sand, trudging through the deep, deep sand leaving a pit every few inchs. The sand battered against his shirt, the wind kicking up his long coat. When Anima got to a high altitude mound, he teleported a few foot forward. Making a shadow trail as he appeared in a different location. Anima thought about the lives he had ended. He read down his spell book and continued his trek.

      He peered over the top of his book. He wasn't prepared for what he saw. He was met with a face full of sand. His body made a soft thud. He had stumbled over a ribcage. Quickly, he got up. Blinking his one eye, trying to tell if he was hallunciating. In the middle of the desert, he had found a shack. The run down hermitic shed was blacked out. Anima leant in, felt around the Shack. No door. He stopped when he felt an engraving, a circle with an arch going over the bottom part. coming out of the circle and looping around. Anima recoiled. His heart beats became audiable, it pumped his blood around at the pace of a stampede. This was the marking of Gaudium. He crouched peering at the engraving.



      He remembered... The dying breath, the eyes connected. Passing the baton. With a death, the bringer Of the new astral planes was crowned. The stick had dug a groove in to his neck. The water was heavy, and in this place Anima had found the truth. He recalled her ruby lips, the pleasant smile. The waft of cookies accompanied whereever she walked. He remembered her soothing voice. Her skin was so tender to touch, the aroma of her body as it rotted. He had saw the light the intoxicating prize of the answers that never get answered. The smell of blood was never so sweet. This was the place he learned of the light. His first blood looked so peaceful, he remembered murmuring, "I saved you, mommy." This place is where he got his wings. He began his service, inheriting his noble benediction. The Revelation had freed him from the chains.

      If this was indeed where he thought it was... He brushed aside the sand. The handle was unveiled. Yanking it with his foot, a wall of the shack ejected out. Inside was a dusty desk, with a book open. The inkwell had spilled on to the desk, it had hardened to a paste. The brush had repeated the example. On the chair sat a skeleton. 'My teacher. You were set free." He took off the skeleton's head and slid it in to his bag. He exited the shed. As the Fairbell church chimed in the horizon.
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      Old April 21st, 2015 (1:44 PM). Edited April 21st, 2015 by Shak.
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      The tavern Achilles walked into felt homier than the taverns he'd visited before, perhaps it was his impending fate. He chuckled ironically.
      "So, this is where I'm gonna die huh?" His smile put Shillace off. The spirit was much more content than she'd been the night before, but the bounty hunter's words confused her.
      "You seem very accepting." She groaned. The bounty hunter ignored her, so she continued."What if I'm not ready to die?" She groaned again. Before the hunter could respond, he was patted on the shoulder. The large figure behind him grinned. His golden hair shone in the beam of sunlight that slipped in through the window across the room. He wore brown fingerless gloves, and cargo bottoms with bulky trekking boots beneath them. Achilles remained facing the bar.
      "We probably shouldn't do this here." Achilles murmured. The man began to walk away; Achilles followed shortly after. Shillace grimaced as Achilles laid eyes on the man's back which was covered by his white vest. She knew.
      The man led them to an old mill just outside of Fairbell. He turned around and threw his bag down. Achilles' brows burrowed in response to seeing the familiar face. He felt an air of guilt, and it made his stomach ache. The man walked inside, leaving Achilles out. Shillace appeared.
      "There's no need to do this, it's a risk far bigger than what needs to be taken, he doesn't have the girl, so we can leave." She rambled. Her words clearly full of desperation. "The worst part is, you still can't even admit that this is just about your damn pride." She grumbled in a sulk. Achilles simply grinned as he walked inside.
      "You're right, this is about pride..." He brushed his chin. Shillace looked at him, surprised that he'd admitted it. Achilles looked over at the man, who at this point was cracking his knuckles. "...but it's too late to back out now though, wouldn't you agree?" He sighed in appreciation; his confidence seemed to seep from his face.
      "Talking to that damned imaginary friend of yours?" The man began to laugh. "Hey, b*tch, go get me a sandwich!" He bellowed in laughter. Shillace growled in response. It fell on deaf ears. "Coady Landis, the 'The Cold Flame', returns with the head of Achilles 'The Black Nimbus'..." He grinned. "I can see it now...Retribution!That's the headline." He yelled triumphantly. Achilles didn't respond, he stood watching, covered by his cloak. Coady was annoyed by Achilles' lack of response. He growled before swinging his arm in the air, a stream of fire followed behind it. Achilles jumped to the side, barely dodging the flames.
      "Done already? I figured knowing you, you'd want to talk a little longer." Achilles chuckled. Coady growled again. He kicked the ground and a spear of rock shot at Achilles. The bounty hunter was shocked by the instant response. He used his Static ability to de-materialize his body, and watched as the spear went straight through him. He grabbed his broken sword from it's sheath, and blinked behind Coady, putting the blade to the flame sorcerers neck. Coady quickly grabbed Achilles' arm and dragged the sword away from his neck. Being 6"3 and well built Coady was able to easily shift Achilles' significantly smaller 5"8 frame. He threw him across the room. Achilles quickly regained his balanced. He immediately looked around and noticed two large boulders rising from the ground.
      "Lets see you deal with this you arrogant b*stard!" Coady shouted as he as he swung his widened arms inward. The boulders began to close in on Achilles. In response jumped backwards, but the boulders came crashing together before he managed to arrive out behind them. Coady grinned.
      "That was just too easy." He groaned. "I wanted that to last longer." He continued, as he approached the rubble. After a few steps, Coady felt a foot slam into his face, which knocked him off his feet. He attempted to get back to his feet, but Achilles was already standing over him.
      "You got your wish." Achilles uttered calmly. Coady stamped on the ground and the floor beneath Achilles began to rise. The bounty hunter jumped forward, landing face to face with Coady. The flame sorcerer threw a punch, but Achilles ducked and attempted to sweep his feet. Coady grinned. When Achilles' leg reached his opponents, he felt intense heat on the shin that made contact and shifted away in pain. He grabbed his shin, cringing. Coady assisted him in his attempts to shuffle away by kicking his stomach. The burned leg was now the second most intense pain in his body. Achilles faltered but managed to find his feet. Instead of taking the opportunity to attack his weakened foe, Coady stood with his arms folded, angrily glaring at Achilles.
      "You're still a pretentious piece of sh*t, y'know." He griped. Achilles looked back at him with tired eyes. He was clearly in pain, but refused to let his face show it. Alternatively, his face displayed a look of slight confusion. It only made Coady more annoyed. He walked over to the weakened Achilles and grabbed him by the collar. "You're fighting for your life you a**hole, why the hell aren't you using any magic?" Achilles looked to the side, still with tired eyes. Coady took a few seconds to heat his fist before punching him in the stomach in rage. Achilles let out a scream of pain before loosing consciousness. "Answer m..." He was interrupted by a clicking noise behind him. He felt a jab in his back.
      "Hows about I give you an answer." Wyatt's thick southern accent came from behind Coady. Achilles still remained unresponsive. Coady began to chuckle, his laughter grew until it sounded almost maniacal.
      "Awww don't tell me, little 'Achi' made a friend." He laughed attempting to patronize the lightning sorcerer and the homeless man. He puched Achilles in the stomach again, this time letting him go and grinning as the limp body collapsed to the floor. Wyatt forced the gun harder into his back. Coady could feel the gun shaking, as if Wyatt's nervousness was travelling through the weapon. The nubb of the gun began to melt, Wyatt attempted to pull the trigger in response, but the gun was unresponsive. Coady turned around and smacked the man with his forearm. Wyatt, being a frail man was easily knocked to the ground. Coady looked over at the burned gun that the now fear filled man had been holding. It was the one he'd left outside.
      "As if you had the nerve?" His body temperature raised drastically. Wyatt could feel the heat, as though it was driving him away. The glare Coady drove into Wyatt was incredibly menacing and intimidating. He grabbed the smaller mans throat. He began again to heat his hand as Wyatt struggled to free himself. The heat on his neck grew more intense, as his level of panic did the same. Tears began to roll down Wyatt's face as he began to realised what was about to happen. His actions grew frantic, he was kicking and screaming, trying everything possible. His body grew languished. Coady began to enjoy it more and more.
      "Don't take it personally, you see with 'Achi' I have a little bit of sentimental value, I want his death to happen just right." Coady clenched his fist, as Wyatt's burning neck began to soften. The body departed the head, which Coady casually threw to the side, before turning his attention to Achilles, who had barely rediscovered his consciousness. He walked over to the Achilles' body and grabbed the back of his cloak. He brought the smaller man to his feet; which he was able to maintain without being completely conscious.
      "This fight isn't over." Coady stated.
      After taking a few moments to compose himself, the injured Achilles refocused his gaze onto Coady. He was completely oblivious of the corpse laying behind his opponent. He blinked towards Coady, and launched a half-hearted punch into his gut, before receiving a double fisted punch to the back. His body faltered again. He was kicked away again, but again found his feet. He stood hunched, and at the mercy of his opponent. Coady conjured a rock and shot it straight into Achilles' arm. The arm was knocked out of place and Achilles fell to his knees. This time he didn't even scream, since the pain barely overwhelmed what he felt in the rest of his body already. He curled up, on the floor. At this point he could do no more than let out short groans of agony, as he held his broken arm. Shillace watched fearfully.
      She knew.
      She knew what she had to do. She began to fade , this time different from the last few, this time she flickered red before her eventual disappearance. Achilles looked up at Coady, his eyes no longer red. His eyes now blue. He unsheathed his blade, which was covered in his own blood, and swung it at Coady. The flame sorcerer barely dodged the blade, but Achilles quickly sent a surge of lightning through it and it caught the blonde man's lower body. He grimaced and held his side. Before he could sling another insult at Achilles, the lightning sorcerer was already up and in front of him ready to attack again. Achilles kicked him away before shooting a lightning burst to follow him. Coady gained his footing but was stunned by the barrage of attacks, the now blue eyed man had thrown at him. Achilles blinked behind him; they stood back to back, a lightning shield surrounded the combatants. The larger man had had enough. He regained his composure. An eruption of lava came from the ground. It left a cloud of smog behind it. When the smog cleared, the once high intensity Achilles, was heavily burned and barely conscious. Coady was relatively unharmed, compared to what he'd been before. He staggered over to Achilles; he panted as he did so. His panting was akin to that of some one full of rage, but his walk and expression suggested calmness and composure. Upon reaching the broken body of Achilles, stamped on it for good measure.
      "You piece of sh*t, I don't know what the hell that was, but if you think I'm gonna let you die on your own terms you're wrong." He lamented as he leaned over his old friends body. "If you've made yourself a few more friends, then you won't bleed out." His panting now akin to that of fatigue. He almost shrugged off the guilt he felt for leaving Achilles for dead. Despite the days events, he had all the admiration for Achilles that he once had. "Until we meet again." He walked away, gesturing a two finger salute. The remains of his endeavour: a decapitated old homeless man, a mass of burned crops, and an old friend with a broken arm and heavy burns.

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      Atropine was left all by herself, after the commander and his team left. Atropine knew nothing about this place. It was practically a new world to her. It sure didn't look like the good ol' city.

      "Mkay, Luzzania bar. That should be around this dump." muttered Atropine. She slowly puled out her gun in case someone attacks her. "I doubt there are more two bars around this dump, who would settle around here?" she continued.

      As she entered a bar, all she saw were drunken men. The only person who wasn't drunk was the bartender, who was peacefully cleaning dishes. "Hey you!" pointed Atropine. "Is this Luzzania bar?" "No, but we sure do have some good booze around here. The cheapest price in all of the Barren Lands."

      "The Barren Lands?" she questioned. "Yeah, that's the name of our wonderful town." "Now, the booze?" said the bartender. "I'll pass, booze isn't really my thing." said Atropine.

      "Well, we've got two bottles of wine, if you'd want to serve yourself." replied the bartender "I'll pass on that too, the only reason I came here to see where Luzzania bar is." asked Atropine

      "Well, it's 5 blocks from here, which will tkae you 25 minutes to reach if you had an automobile." he answered. "Wait, I was told the closest bar after Lakefold bar was Luzzania, but here I am in a bar." said Atropine.

      "Well, you see, here in Barren Lands, the only two classified bars are the Luzzania and Lakefold bars. Almost all the places you'll go to in look like bars. That's just how the Barren lands work." he answered.

      "I better get going, thank you for the information" she thanked, as she got ready to leave. "No tip?" muttered the bartender. "Just take 5 bucks, and don't tell anyone about the conversation we had." said Atropine, as she gave 5 bucks.

      "Dammit, now it'll be even harder to find this drunken bra. Practically every building in this dump is a bar." Said Atropine, as she road off to Luzzania bar.




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        Achilles woke up. He was barely able to move, and so just stared upwards. There was a cross hanging directly above him-all he could see were the feet of Jesus.
        “Shillace.” He called. He could barely muster anything more complex. This again. He thought as he was starved of any kind of response. He felt a draft of wind hit him from the opposite end of the bed, and the curtains were catching his vision every few seconds. His curiosity gave him the strength to shuffle his body into a seated position. Doing so pained him, as he remembered the beating that his ribs had gotten, as well as the fact that only one arm was following its commands. The other was restricted by a sling; which was tied neatly, and gently, around his neck. He heard footsteps coming from outside the door to his right. He patted down his leg for his satchel, which would normally hold his blade and spell book, but it was nowhere to be found. He edged as close to the wall as he could, with his broken left arm defending his torso. The door opened. A priest took a step in, but halted as he laid eyes on the wounded man in the bed.



        The skull swung from side to side, tumbling around in a seeming less physics-less environment, his teacher's remnants was a little souvenir he acquired from the shack. Following Anima's footsteps was a trail of holes embedded in to the ground. The baking heat scorched his forehead. Beyond the Mirage of the intense heat, the spire of the Blasphemers Temple burned its false symbol in to the minds of all who care to look. It made him nauseous, how people listen to the profanity and scandalous lies that intoxicated them with ego. After Anima was done, they will pray only to Gaudium. No more of those fake idols and tainted lessons. Anima felt the sand thin, the town was almost upon him. He closed Ieros. In Fairbell, he heard there were many people who worshipped this fallacious deity. Anima grew a large grin. More people to torture, this is going to be fun.


        “The lord wills you live another day.” He let a smile grace his face as he said so. He walked over to the chair next to Achilles’ bed and sat down. He replaced the bible on the dresser with two glasses full of water and a bowl of soup. Achilles still had his guard up. “Relax child.” The man ordered. “If we wished you harm, we certainly wouldn’t go making it difficult for ourselves.” He said taking one of the two glasses. Achilles slowly eased his body back into the bed, but he remained much closer to the wall than he’d began. “You were out for just under a day. We've had plenty of opportunities.” The man continued. Achilles looked at the soup. He could feel his stomach grumbling but was far too cautious to dare.
        “We?” His gaze still focused on the food.
        “Myself and Lady Agnes.” The priest replied. “She is the one who purged the blemishes of Satan from your skin.” Achilles faintly remembered the burns he’d suffered on his leg. He assumed that was what the priest was referring to. He kicked the sheets off of his leg and saw that the burns were gone. He sat shocked, staring at the healed leg.
        “I take it you healed me then.” Achilles’ attention didn't shift from the leg. The priest shook his head.
        “Lady Agnes healed you, but it isn't her you should thank. God brought you to her to be healed.” The priest advised as he grabbed the bowl and gestured for Achilles to take it. Ignoring the bowl, Achilles scoffed at the priests words.
        “I’m no stranger to being overlooked by your god, I have no plans on becoming his slave now.” He retorted. The priest sighed. He grabbed a tray and placed it on Achilles’ lap, placing the bowl on top of it. Achilles initially refused, but his stomach conveniently rumbled at that moment." He nodded to the cross, before leaving the room.
        Achilles took the opportunity to gather his strength. After eating the soup, he immediately felt stronger. I suppose this is supposed to be holy soup. He thought to himself, chuckling. His torso still felt incredibly sore, but he could walk, and that's all he needed. He grabbed his cloak and satchel, and limped to the door.



        The ground of Fairbell was gravelly, no longer trudging through sand, Anima surveyed the square, the activity was scarce, but too much to start early. He observed the infidel's church. His eye burned with anger. Creak... the door of temple opened. Anima followed the movements that followed quickly after. What Anima saw was a black haired vermin, scurrying out of the church. The vile little creature was encased in a tar black cloak. The man was obviously an infidel, it reeked from his posture, why else would someone be attending the church more than the religion mandated if he was just a minor believer? He needed to eradicate the root of the tree, and then it will wither. Anima scowled around the area, this was no place to confront him. It was never his strength to fight out in the open. Anima crept in to the shade given by the church wall. When laying his hand on the stone he made a quick apology. The next time he touches this blasphemous building shall be grinding the rubble in to dust. Anima concentrated. His consciousness echoed in his mind, calling for Gaudium's verdict. The apparition of his God appeared in a faded form, only visible to his eye. He whispered to his disciple tenderly. 'He is unworthy, he deserves to suffer...'
        He grinned 'Your wish is my command...' He finalised his dialogue with his deity.


        Achilles headed back to the destroyed house, he had to find out what had happened to Wyatt. As he walked he noticed he wasn't the only on taking that path. He ignored the the other traveller at first. He arrived at the barn and began searching for his friend. He noticed the second traveller approaching him, and looked at him waiting for him to turn off in another direction. The man's direction didn't change. He continued to focus on Achilles. As he got closer Achilles could see him in more detail. The man was tall; he wore belts across his face, which confused Achilles. As he got closer Achilles began to feel nervous, the man's appearance wasn't exactly welcomed by the bounty hunter, who grabbed his sword underneath his cloak. "Was this your home?" He asked calmly.


        This imbecile, Anima thought, it was a mistake to dismiss me. The perfect place... Now, how do I act? Do I play it smart or Do I just confront him? "Hasn't your mother taught you to be pleasant around your elders?" The man before him seemed to be young. Anima hadn't tried going about his initial interactions covertly. He decided to play out the charade and see how the approach went, but at some point he'd have to cut this chit-chat short, for one he wasn't too sure how to act very different, and he was here to maim, not gabble about the heat of the sun.


        Achilles released his blade. He was confused by the man's words, but decided that he didn't seem to want any kind of confrontation. "What exactly is your business here?" He groaned, trying not to let his frustration surface.


        Anima hesitated, What do I say? "What's yours?" Anima couldn't exactly put the play down before it blossomed. He'd have to wait.


        Achilles' frustration grew. The man didn't seem to have any plans on co-operating. He had three options: lie, tell the truth, or attack. Achilles again grabbed his sword, but decided to see how the truth would turn out before resorting to his plan B. "I lost something here, I'm searching for it." He watched the man carefully and awaited his reaction.


        Anima saw the man had a sling, 'He is trying to avoid his fate...' Anima thought, anger welled up inside his heart, his covered eye burned with his aura intensifying. He attempted not to show it. "That was mighty stupid of you. What was it?" Anima attempted to adopt the spoken style of the others he had killed, thinking it'd aid him in tricking him. Anima surveyed the area, sensing this could soon go to his advantage. He mentally noted a few items.


        The man's demeanour was awkward. Achilles noticed something was off, but wasn't quite sure what. He wanted the end the conversation as soon as possible. He thought for a second, he couldn't just say 'a friend'. "Just a satchel, it had a little money in there." He lied.


        Anima stared at him, this conversation was exhausting him. "You'd think I'd not notice you lying to my face? Take out your dagger and stop messing around." Anima was imbued with a feeling of adrenaline mixed with pleasure, this infidel had to make his move. Anima stretched out his arm wide, revealing his shotgun holster and quickly gripping the stock. If he makes a move, I'll be able to use my new toy. He grew an estatic wonder in his eye, that glinted with pleasure. He ends here.


        Achilles frowned. He knew that he'd have to fight this person, but he wasn't in the best condition to do so. The man seemed to be smiling, but that only served to make Achilles more uncomfortable. The bounty hunter was hesitant, so he simply waited, to be absolutely sure he'd have to fight.


        Anima was disappointed, he hadn't put up much of a fight, he thought he couldn't had some more fun. It was obvious really, no one would attack the Anima in that state. Anima's mind turned tactical. He'd be expecting me to attack this side. He could surprise him with a teleport, yet that'll only work once... Unless... Anima took out his dagger. He didn't need to be a good shot, just get in that area. Anima made an unanticipated move. He threw his dagger down, on to the ground, the blue sky reflected of the blade as it oscillated towards the ground. And then for a split second, the back of Achilles' head came in to view. Anima focussed all of his mana. His figure disintegrated in to a shadow heading at the knife at lightening fast speed, then bouncing off the reflective knife and then Anima materialised above Achilles head, with his leg extended, aiming for his head.


        Achilles was shocked by the Anima's speed. After just having fought Coady whose speed was nothing to worry about, he knew he'd need a different approach. He quickly used his static ability to de-materialise. The man's foot went straight through him, as he jumped back. Unsheathing his blade would be pointless since he'd be unable to defend himself effectively. He shot an electric burst at his opponent, the desperation on his face, very clear.


        Peculiar. Was the first word to jump in to his mind. As his foot fell through Achillies' body. The power put in to his kick was wasted. His foot hit the mud below, a jarring pain rattled through his body, jumping from nerve to nerve. The pain shocked Anima. Sluggish, his opponent took this chance to strike him with a blast of electricity. It thrummed through his veins. Anima knelt due to the pain. He picked him self. "You shall feel the wrath of Gaudium!" Anger throbbed through his entire system, his eyes became bloodshot. His body pumped Adrenaline in to his blood. He began rapidly blinking from side to side in a confusing zigzag. Then appearing infront of Achiles with his fist already wound up with power, and he swung it forward.


        Thankfully, Achilles' reactions were up to par and he was able to block the quick attack. He instinctively threw his left arm in the air and it took the full force of the punch. He was knocked back by the hit and he knelt, clenching his broken arm in excruciating pain. Unlike Anima though, he wasn't able to regain his footing. The pain was a lasting one-an agonising one. He looked up to detect the man's whereabouts, it didn't take him long though; he was standing right over him.


        This man was at his finger tips. Anima summoned a lightening blast in to Achilles face and swung his arm forward delivering his electricity with his blow, and Achilles vision went black...




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        Achilles groaned as he awoke from yet another groggy stint of unconsciousness. He looked down to see leather straps restricting his movement. His eyes widened at the sight of the restraints. What the hell have I gotten myself into. He thought to himself. "Shillace?" He called out. In a situation like this she'd surely have to show up. Nothing. He had no idea. He continued to struggle, without the moral support of his friend. His arm was tied down awkwardly, which only made the situation that much more frustrating. The pain was severe. He searched the room for any aids to his escape. Time ran short however, the man he'd been fighting was at his bed side, it was safe to assume that his intentions weren't to provide his best wishes.


        Anima peered at his blade. He gave it a last polish. Finally he will be able to use this dagger for it's intended purpose. Anima got up and lit a few more candles. He took out his dagger holding it up to his face, "I am Anima, The Angel Of Death, the nightmare in your head, the monster under your Bed. Don't try to run, it'll just make me stronger." Anima reached up to his victims' head, slicing off some hair before running the knife gently across his forehead. Achilles winced. He wasn't a fan of the damage being done to his well kept hair, but at this point he'd given up his futile struggling and simply took a deep breath of frustration. Anima quickly poked his dagger point in to his hands, avoiding the veins. Achilles groaned, the pain of shifting around his injured arm wasn't worth it though, so he made a conscious effort to stay still. "Now for the good stuff." Anima didn't need to monologue to himself, he had an audience. Anima kneeled next to the man. He looked in to his eyes. He held his head in position, secretly beginning to drain his life, His hazel eyes began to swirl like an awe-inspiring galaxy gyrating in to the shape of a cream shell. But then it turned to a red and black abyss. The eye peered in to his mind, searching his fears...


        Achilles stood alone in the darkness, the sky littered with shades of red and black. He began to wander. His path seemed to go in circles and he slowly gave up; his mind began to wander. In paths of circles. He sat down. No longer willing to wander. No longer willing to follow the circles.
        He heard a voice in the distance. It gave him hope.
        "Why?" The familiar voice questioned. Her voice longing for some sort of closure.
        "Shillace?" Achilles both exclaimed questioned in a flurry of confusion and excitement. His friend had finally returned. He stood, watching her, hesitant to do anything in case she disappeared again. He had no idea why she'd went missing, but it didn't matter. He felt almost like a relieved child. He tried to compose himself, as he approached her...Shillace's image erupted in to a billion pieces, the pieces were like shattered glass. Achilles tried to grab her hand, but his swipe simply shifted the airborne particles. The particles began to surround him; forcing every negative image in his mind to the surface. He saw the image of the events that had transpired the day before.





        Anima sensed that Achilles was ready, he was in the perfect state, Anima started showing northern towns erupting, the people wasting away, rotting corpses hanging from their eyelids. Burning cities. Then his parents were shown, their flesh melting off and making a pool of pink gloop on the ground. A writhing pain engulfed his mind, he was put smack middle in to a furnace.
        Anima retracted. He saw his cold dead eyes leer up at the room. Covered in gloom.


        "Anima." A booming voice surprised him, his voice was met with a jarring pain in his head. He responded gingerly. "Yes, my god?" He kept his jaw clenched.
        "He should not die. Scum like him do not enter my presence." He echoed. "He allowed his dearest creation perish for the sake of his own pathetic pride!"
        Anima felt his nerves being taken over. He took his dagger, cutting the leather binds, Cutting off his victim's shirt and took his weapons and spell book. Anima lifted his victim and threw him outside. Putting the dagger in a dirty drain, Achilles' cold dead eyes looked up at the cloudy sky.


        He couldn't manage his emotions at that time. He seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened to him. He just picked himself up, flicked up his hood and continued walking aimlessly into the desert. His face was completely shrouded by his hood. The shade the hood had created only covered more darkness underneath it. He felt a weight of emotions: Guilt, anger, fear, desolate.





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        "You don't need to act tough for my sake, you know?"

        "Still have next to no idea what you're talking about."

        Buzzards and vultures, far as the ears could hear and not much else but the sound of a single pair of trudging footsteps. Wolf stepped forward slowly, visibly tired from the long trek he and his precious ward had taken. Speaking of Elissa, she sat awkwardly on his back, her arms wrapped around her neck gently and her legs gripping his sides as he held her up. It didn't help his strain, to carry her like this. But he had insisted, he had noticed her tiring and in visible discomfort. So he would carry her. He didn't have to, hell he didn't want to. But Elissa was practically the only thing he had. It was a sad and sorry life but he did everything he could to make it more bearable for her. Even if she refused it.

        "I'd sigh if I didn't think my heaving breath'd collapse you. Y'know?... What was the name of that outlaw we've been sent after again."

        Wolf took a moment to clarify his thinking through his admittedly tired state. He didn't like it when Elissa was right about things that made him wrong. Yes he was tired but did she really need to mention it so incessantly? Regardless, he had bigger issues to attend to, the question his ward posed being on of them. Now... What had the guys name been again? It didn't really matter in the long run, a dead guy was a dead guy, but until Wolf had the bastard at the end of his blades he realized he would need a name for tracking purposes. This was something the young man had forgotten too often. He mulled it over, stewing in his thoughts for a few moments, concentrating.

        His amnesia was long term only, but that didn't change the fact that he seemed to be forgetful by nature in all aspects that weren't Elissa.

        "Anima!" Wolf proclaimed triumphantly, as if he had just won some long dwelling and difficult mental battle.

        Elissa just smiled gently and sighed.

        She was sitting rather comfortably on Wolf's back as he trudged them across the desert sands to a destination that for the life of her she swore they had forgotten. Some village in the middle of nowhere, it was the last place this "Anima" guy had been sighted. She pouted slightly at the name. It creeped her out, why use something so obscure as a moniker. At least "Wolf" was pretty. Cool and elegant. She often wondered if it suited the man whom was now her champion, but it at the very least suited his hair and... ferocity.

        She flashed back to the night she had met Wolf and shook her head gently. She moved her forehead to gently press against the back of Wolf's neck and sighed gently as she rested her eyes closed. That night still gave her nightmares. Did she trust Wolf? Not yet. Not entirely. To be frank he still scared her a little, even if a little part in her heart was certain that he would never hurt her.

        But it wasn't for her sake that she was frightened. If someone innocent hurt her, even if it was a mistake. How would Wolf react to that? She worried about such things.

        Her eyes shut tighter and she winced against the mans back as they continued to move forward. Thinking of negative futures would only lead to negative futures. For now she could only do her best to move forward and try to use Wolf's devotion and power to do the right thing, hurtful as that might have sounded.

        ***


        Wolf suddenly stopped moving. Dead in his tracks, Elissa whom had near fallen asleep was jolted and she opened her eyes gently only to stare at the back of Wolf's suit jacket in dreary upset.

        "Wolf... what are you-"

        "Elissa don't."

        The girl blinked at her companions response. Don't? What was he talking about. His voice was slowed down, dead calm, dead serious. It was a rare tone for him to use. He was someone whom laughed in the extremes of combat. Why was he so solemn?

        "Keep your head down... we're... we're almost to our next destination. So just-"

        Elissa paid him no heed. She lifted her head up almost immediately as he told him not too, being stubborn as a mule was one of her less common traits but if Wolf was being this grave in simple conversation then-

        "O-oh... Oh my God... what... how...?"

        Elissa gasped and had to hold herself back from vomiting as her eyes took in what was around her, Wolf reached back gently but she pushed his hand away and stepped off of his back, she was suddenly dizzy. She needed to calm herself, take some time to collect her thoughts but- but how could she? Everywhere she looked there was such death and decay. Such horror. It was terrifying, she had never seen anything like this.

        Wolf turned quickly in worry as Elissa dismounted from her piggy back position. The scene around them was distressing her. Why did she have to wake up at such a particular time? He shouldn't have stopped, even for a moment, why had he stopped? He had upset her.

        But even he couldn't walk through that horror. An abandoned ghost town, seemingly empty. But there was signs of life, or more, of life now ended. Eight bodies tied to a washing line, strung up and dead. Brutally murdered. A strange marking that Wolf didn't recognize was emblazoned onto the peoples stomachs. To normal eyes Wolf understood how sickening it must have felt, to see such a thing. How it would make the skin crawl, the blood curdle. How the very life of a living being would drain at the thought of touching such solidified death and pain with ones own hands.

        Yet Wolf felt nothing.

        What had he been? Or perhaps... what had happened to that person that allowed him to look upon something so grim and disgusting as this without flinching. It didn't matter, he realized, what mattered now was Elissa. She was shivering gently and staring wide eyes at what stood before them in that shell of a town.

        "Elissa. Elissa are you okay? are you-"

        Suddenly a sickening thump could be heard from a nearby building. Was someone actually alive in this abandoned pit stop? The "town" could hardly be called a town anyway. Wolf had been fully willing and ready to believe that the eight dead were the towns entire population.

        "G-go, Wolf."

        Wolf quickly turned his head to Elissa. What on Earth was that supposed to mean? Go?

        "That building. Go inside, there might be someone left alive, they might know what happened here. I'll be fine here by myself so, please, go. They could be hurt."

        Wolf nodded gently, still worried beyond belief for the girl in front of him. But he would not refuse her orders. He owed her his life, he had no right to disrespect her. Wolf quickly ran inside the building and Elissa looked away gently from both him and the carnage before her. This was all too much.

        ***

        Mere moments after Wolf had left to enter the building Elissa heard them coming. Horses...and shouting. Men. Were these men survivors? Come to help? Or were they the ones behind this carnage? Elissa wasn't going to be stupid enough to find out the hard way, rushing behind an abandoned cart, she hid behind the splintered wood and watched as two horses pulled up. Upon each sat two men, making four in total. They looked filthy... and stupid too. They had a sickened expression, but it looked too shallow to be mourning for the dead.

        "Oh fer **** SAKE! We come all the way out here for a 'lil loot and a lot of fun and some psycho beat us t' the score."

        Elissa watched this man. He was gaunt and ugly, a single tooth missing from his jaw, the gap making a gentle whistling noise whenever he spoke. She knew this man, she realized. He was in charge of these men. He had an aggressive look in his eyes, just like his wanted poster back at the office. "Rainy" they called him, just a moniker for his meager water magic. He and his band of thugs went from town to town, extorting weaker settlements like this one for money and supplies. How sickening. It seemed they weren't responsible for this act of inhumanity however, they were just vultures looking to pick at the bones.

        "'Ey boss... looks like we got ourselves a live one over here!"

        Suddenly, someone was grabbing Elissa's arm and throwing her out onto the road. She had been paying too much damned attention to the leader, she hadn't noticed the large hispanic looking brute catch a glimpse of her as he moved from his horse. She quickly made a move for the house that Wolf was still inside, but her hair was quickly grabbed and she was held back. She reached for her revolver but it wasn't there, looking back she saw it glinting behind the wagon, it must have fallen from her pocket upon her being tossed. The larger scumbag was holding her back harshly by the hair, the other two fellows were skinny and gaunt with greasy hair they jumped from their horses and brandished daggers. Smiling wickedly they began to approach the helpless Elissa as "Rainy" hollered from his horse.

        "Hooey! Looks like you boys brought me somthin' t' cheer me right on up!" His steed, whom looked hungry and beaten, slowly trudged forward as he urged it as the man himself cocked his rifle, a simple single barreled flintlock gun.

        "And who are you supposed to be huh?... Pretty little thing... should I gut you? Or have some fun with you first huh? Yer pick!"

        Elissa winced gently, she was scared. Afraid to answer this man. She felt worthless, helpless, like she couldn't do anything. She felt about ready to cry as she started rushing through her options slowly running out of escape plans until- until-

        Until she felt it. The spell book in her other pocket... and as it grazed against her leg through the fabric of her skirt, she felt something else as well. She felt him. Watching. Aware. Coming.

        Wolf.

        "I... I am a bounty hunter."

        They all laughed and Elissa cringed slightly, not fear but an angry scowl on her face. Rainy wiped his eyes of tears and chuckled out some words, his voice sounded like a cat struggling to avoid drowning. She hated it. She hated him. Everything about him.

        "You hear that boys?! She's a bounty hunter! Heh! If you're so strong little lady, to hunt people like me n' my pals. Then what are YOOOUUU gonna do to stop us from pinning you down... 'aving our way... and then gutting you like a tramp? Huh?"

        Elissa's face was clear and accentuated. She looked emotionless as he approached. She sensed him. He was there.

        "It's not me you should be worrying about..."

        *Shwick.*

        A near silent sound, like a knife passing through butter passed through the air moments before the commotion to follow ensued.

        "...wha? Oh shi- Eddie watch out!"

        Elissa smiled as she felt his advance.

        "... It's him."

        ***

        Nothing. What a waste of time.

        Wolf had entered the building and searched the bottom floor thoroughly, whispering out little words of condolence and safety, but nothing had responded. Upon searching upstairs he realized what had actually happened. There had been a man hanging from the roof, brutally murdered as the others were, except he had a gunshot wound in his stomach and what looked to be... a permanent contortion of terror in his expression.

        The rope hanging him had been gnawed away at by lice living in the buildings walls, Wolf deducted by the way it was frayed, he assumed he had seen this sort of thing before to have known that. Not that it was relevant at all. Regardless, the rope had snapped and the man had fallen to the ground into a pool of his own blood. That had been the sickening thud Wolf and Elissa had heard, not a single survivor to be found.

        He wasn't surprised.

        With a light tap of his foot to the decaying head. Wolf sighed.

        "You know... I really didn't have the time for this distraction mate. I would have prefered if you'd just stayed hang-"

        Something was wrong.

        Wold made for the stairs immediately. Elissa, Elissa was in distress, he sensed it. The bond they shared connected them, he knew when she was in trouble and he would not allow her to be hurt by what could have been the monster that ruined their current location. He got to the bottom floor and looked out the window. Elissa was on her knees, held back and in place by her hair. Her expression was panicked and frightened, but upon him getting closer she seemed to settle.

        She sensed him too. He knew that of course.

        He moved silently from the building, moving around various small debris in the town to avoid detection. Elissa was taunting them gently with her profession, buying herself just enough time for Wolf to prepare. He worked his way around to a few barrels, filled with water which was very convenient, he thought. He focused his blade and his mind, he channeled himself through Elissa, he felt the spell book pressed directly against her. Even if it was not in his hands, his spells were at maximum power and efficiency. Silently, like a ghost he withdrew water from the barrel and concentrated it into a single blade.

        "It's not me you should be worrying about..."

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        In a single swift movement, Wolf leaped over the barrels and drew his sword quickly along the concentrated edge of water he had formed. The blade of water shot forward at an incredible pace. It was fully concentrated, thanks to Elissa buying him time. The attack now had the power to cut through solid rock with increased velocity.

        *Shwick.*

        The blade of water cut through the side of the outlaws poised rifle as wolf continued to dash forward, it had damaged the weapon beyond repair. But it hadn't caused the thing to fall to pieces just yet. No, that part came later. The idiot "Rainy" was completely unaware of what had even just happened as the sight of Wolf was too hard to ignore as the young silver haired man, grasping two sharpened blades now, ran towards the large man grasping at his young wards hair.

        "...wha? Oh shi- Eddie watch out!"

        Wolf caught a small glimpse of Elissa's smile as the large man turned his head to see Wolf leap upwards, his swords poised diagonally to cut in an arc.

        "... It's him."

        The blades cut clean before the fool could speak, two perfect slices directly diagonal. The two well maintained swords ripped through the man like he was nothing as Wolf landed on the ground once again. He ripped the bloody blades back and harshly kicked the fatally wounded attacker to the side. His body, now without any strength to grip Elissa's hair, fell quickly to the side, slightly ajar in proportion, an effect made by the the thin cuts of the leaf blades. It pooled blood as Elissa stood up regally and moved to stand behind her savior.

        "Yo. Now then, I assume I've got your attention." Wolf stretched gently. His casual nature to the whole situation was disturbing, considering what he'd done, to all present. Even Elissa.

        "You made a mistake. A really bad one you know? So I'm going to have to rip that ugly piece of **** you call a face right off of that malformed skull of yours, yeah? Nothing personal. Actually, everything personal. I just killed your buddy. It was really easy too. I'm guessing this thing is pretty personal for you now, actually. Right?"

        The two knife wielding goons stood there petrified after seeing the biggest member of their group dealt with using such little effort. Rainy himself panicked and channeled water energy into his rifle, a small rain cloud formed above him and the water that drained seemed to coat the barrel of the gun.

        "I'LL ****ING KILL YOU, YOU-"

        *BTOOOM!*

        The damaged gun exploded in flaming gunpowder and his pressure water as Rainy attempted to pull the trigger on the damaged mechanism. The man was launched backwards off of his horse, which reared up and began to run off. The two knife wielding goons grabbed the stirups and managed to keep it still long enough to hop on its back together. Looking back one, they met a slight smirk on Wolf's face.

        Terrified, they ran away.

        Through coughs and burns from the miniature explosion of gunpowder and liquid, Rainy cried after them.

        "W-wait! Come back here you stupid pieces of- WHAT HAPPENED TO HONOR IN THE THIEVES OR WHATEVER?!"

        Wolf slowly walked towards the grounded Rainy, whom was slowly pulling himself along the ground towards the two pursuers. Upon turning to see Wolf he began to force his injured body along the ground, terrified. He gasped, panted and wheezed as Wolf kept up with him at a steady pace.

        In a panic, the man attempted to pull out his spell book, only to find it burned and drenched. Illegible, useless and destroyed. Tossing it to the side he put his hands together, defenseless he groveled.

        "P-please sir! I won't do it again I promise! You don't have ta, I mean you don'tgotta kill me righ'? You could just capture me or somethin' righ?!"

        Wolf stomped harshly on the mans leg, causing a pained shout as Wolf yawned and moseyes around to stand over the guy. He looked up gently for a moment, as if pondering the situation, before shrugging and looking back down at the man at his feet.

        "Nope."

        "Wolf wait we don't have to-!"

        Wolf didn't even hear her as he drove his blade down harshly into the mans skull. He struggled to pull it out afterwards, stumbled gently as it suddenly gave way and chuckled to himself at the fact that he had almost fell. The blood from the body was slowly pooling now, leaving two more stains on that towns ground.

        Elissa had since grabbed her gun from where she had dropped it, she let Wolf do his thing like he always did. But she would have much preferred less casualties if it was at all possible. Wolf never took human life and its value into consideration.

        Wolf didn't say a word to Elissa about it as he passed by her. She didn't seem to want to talk either. That place was surely draining the girl, so much death. He realized she wasn't as steely as she was. Elissa never took efficiency and it's security into account.

        The larger man's white horse was still present. The two knife wielding cronies had only taken one horse away during their speedy escape. Wolf hopped onto the stallions back and pulled Elissa up to sit in front of him. She sat as upright as possible as she didn't like begin too close to Wolf after he had killed. It made her uncomfortable. Extremely so.

        It felt so sudden, but death in their World was. The World of bounty hunters and outlaws. People died all the time for very little to no reason.

        They might talk about what they had just gone through later, they might not. But that didn't matter now, they just had to get away from that place. Elissa for her state of mind and Wolf for Elissa's safety. With a rack of the reins the horse took off and Wolf began to head it in the direction of Janet's place. To collect the reward on the "happy coincidence" that had just occurred.

        "What about Anima... if anybody did that carnage it was surely the guy we tracked to that location?"

        Wolf just shook his head gently.

        "After we collect what we're owed we'll head straight back onto the trail. We have a horse, so we might as well head back with the extra speed." He paused momentarily.

        "Besides. I think you've done enough to warrant a few hours rest and pay."

        Elissa sighed gently. She wouldn't argue with him further on that point. She knew that if she insisted he would follow her demands. But she also realized that she was right.

        Watching the desert sun moving slowly and softly in the sky. The soul crossed Bounty Hunters went to collect their payment.


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        Sophia's trip to Larkin was mostly dull, eventless and quiet. The sun was just beginning to rise higher in the horizon, which meant most of the travelling carriages and towns would be waking up soon.

        Sophia sighed deeply. Pete can at least rest easy now. she thought to herself solemnly. She stroked Nico on her shoulder. He was asleep, as usual, appearing almost invisible against her brown jacket.

        Well, muk. What do I do now? Boss' probably going to kill my ass off the second I get inside... she thought, frowning. Can't blame him for that, though. Psyducking hell, why do I always get myself into muk like this...

        She slowed her horse down as she entered the gates of the city. It was mainly empty, aside from a few shopkeepers opening up their stores. I'm gonna have to lay low now, at least for a while. That stuff with white night and the demon kid's definitely ain't really going to earn me a 'golden girl' reputation...

        She managed to reach the tavern mostly unnoticed. She quietly got off the horse and attached it to a post. Shame the kid couldn't come though... She would've been fun. She would've at least given me a good excuse. I'll look like a dumbass coming back empty-handed n- oh wait! she suddenly realized something. This mess wasn't a total loss, though...

        After a few minutes of rummaging in her back pouch, Sophia pulled out a large, golden watch - the one she had acquired at the opera house. Maybe this'll stop Antonio from shooting my head off... she thought.

        Smiling to herself, she walked to the side of the building and knocked. Someone else was on door duty this time - the tall, thin man who was arguing with bear. After displaying her tatoo, she was let inside.

        "Glad to have you back, Fia. Enjoy your time while you still got some." the outlaw at the door snickered. "Should've listened to me, Pete ain't worth the trouble. Boss gonna rip your throat off."

        "Piss off." Sophia muttered, and punched him straight in the face. The large height difference meant she had to jump to do it, but the blow was none the weaker. Falling over, the outlaw muttered curses and insults, grabbing his probably broken nose. Sophia spat at him and made her way down the stairs.

        The main room wasn't too full, aside from the bartender and a few hungover or half-awake Culebras. Sophia noticed another person who she had never seen before lounging in the corner of the room. He seemed almost as young as her and was wearing a large poncho - not too common in Larkin, but often seen in other cities. He wasn't the best-looking guy she'd seen, but wasn't too ugly. Huh, since when did the boss start recruiting new guns? she thought, raising an eyebrow. Eh, none of my muk anyway. Guy's probably some dumbass like the rest of 'em.

        The barkeep smiled when he saw Sophia. "Oh, glad to see ya back in one piece. Antonio's been, ah... 'worried' wouldn't be a good word, but it's all I got." he told her, chuckling.

        "Figured he'd be up early. I need to talk to him, anyw-" Sophia began, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a large thump coming from Antonio's room, as if someone had slammed something against his desk.

        "Guess that's your call." the barkeep smiled and gestured at the door.

        Sophia took a deep breath. Well, this is where I either get rich or get shot in the damn face. Mustering her courage, she put her hand on the handle. Just as she prepared to open the door, she remembered to knock. Good points, Fia, good points. she thought to herself.

        "Come in." Antonio's voice replied. Sophia slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. For some reason, it felt much more intimidating than last time she had come in. Antonio Culebra was sitting at his desk as usual, a large array of different vials and flasks on his desk.

        Sophia shifted on the spot uncomfortably. "Right, so-"

        Antonio raised his hand, motioning for her to stay silent. "First, I instruct you to stay away from the job with the carriage."

        "Yes, but I-"

        "Then, you bring unnecessary attention to yourself by burning the entire bloody opera house down."

        Well, muk. Ever-loving superintendent ain't so damn loving after all. Sophia thought to herself, gritting her teeth. "That was't even-"

        "Despite this, you continued to disobey my orders not to follow Pete's killer, and ended up following him into a town filled with none other than bounty hunters - bringing even more unwanted attention to yourself."

        Wha-? How did he know? Sophia's eyes grew wide.

        "You're wondering how I know?" Antonio continued, reading the expression on her face. "You're forgetting who I am, Hartmann. Also, you're forgetting who you are compared to me."

        Sophia gulped. "Yes, I know you're pissed, but I got- ARGH!"

        She screamed in pain as she felt an agonizing pang of pain in her arm - where the tatoo was. Sophia dropped to her knees, clutching her arm. She gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her eyes from the pain.

        Antonio slowly rose from his chair. "Yes? Go on, please. You came in here to speak to me, didn't you?" he said, approaching her.

        Sophia wheezed and grunted, stopping herself from crying out. Her arm felt like it was melting, the bone dissolving into fire. "So? You know I hate time wasters. Answer me!" Antonio pressed.

        "I've... got... the treasure..." Sophia managed to hiss. As soon as she had uttered these words, the pain on her arm disappeared. Sophia sighed in relief, coughing out a few drops of blood as he did. He feebly managed to get back up, and pulled out the golden watch.

        Antonio took the treasure and studied it. "Hm. Not entirely what I expected it to be, but good enough." he muttered to himself, stroking his goatee. He waved his hand, dismissing her.

        "Consider that... my psyducking 'formal' apology." Sophia wheezed. That went better than expected.

        Sophia stumbled out of Antonio's room, and took a seat at the nearest chair near the counter. She called for the bartender. "Gimme a shot of whiskey, Bart. Bastard Pete died owing me a drink..."
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        Jeb blew a big smoke ring into the sky. The sun was just starting to rise, but the chill was still in the air. The morning dew formed on his wrists and Alice was sleeping softly with her arms latched around his waist. He took another puff of his cigar and then tossed it. Larkin was visible a little ways off, maybe another half hour or so at the pace they were going.

        He rode on in silence for another 20 minutes. The only sound keeping him from falling asleep was the occasional light snore of the girl behind him and her fidgeting. Horseback definitely wasn't on his top ten list of most comfortable places to sleep. Hopefully she was easy to please and wouldn't wake up rattatay. As they started to come up to the gates of the city he sighed and nudged Alice.

        "Time to wake up. Where are we going?"

        The girl let go of his waist and stretched out. She let out a big yawn and then rubbed her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked sleepily.

        "Larkin. The place we need to be. Now you're the only one that knows where I'm supposed to be going so that we can find Sophia. So you've gotta wake up now so I don't get us lost."

        She grumbled. "It's too early, wake me up in five more minutes." She wrapped her arms around Jeb and started to fall back into sleep.

        Jeb sighed and removed her arms. He got off the horse and started walking beside it. He led the horse down one empty street and up the other. A few merchants were starting to open shop, and a caravan was being loaded but there was nothing really that interested him. The majority of the townspeople were still asleep, all that was up and around were outsiders and old people who wouldn't know anything anyways.

        "Might as well give it a shot. Nothin' else to do for now." He started up to one of the shops whose doors were already open for the day. "Hello?" He knocked. "Anyone here?"

        The sound of something breaking came from up the stairs and a woman's voice was shouting something as an elderly man started down the stairs. He went behind the counter, pulled out a couple of wood carvings and put them on the counter before meeting Jeb's gaze.

        He smiled and spoke with a shaky but cheerful voice, "What can I do for ya'?"

        "Well, I don't really know. I'm trying to... have you seen that girl out there on the horse before?" He moved out of the way and pointed towards Alice who had slumped over and was hugging the horse.

        He rubbed his chin. "Can't say that I have. Why you needin'ta know?"

        "She belongs to a friend of mine. Just wonderin' if you might'a seen her around here. Sorry to trouble you." He turned to go out the door.

        "Well now just hold on a moment." The old man shuffled over to the doorway. "If it's someone young yer lookin' for, I'd go check out the tavern on down the street. Now, if'n yer willin' to pay a small price to find this person then I'd head on around to the side and tell 'em ol' Rig sent ya'. They should let you in." He patted Jeb on the back and went back inside.

        "Thank you for the help." Jeb waved and went back out to the horse. "So go on down the street... and then don't go in the front door but go around the side... hmm..."

        He started walking until he was in front of the building. A horse was tied to a post and there were a couple of people inside.

        "Don't go in the front..." he whispered to himself as he tied their horse off to one of the posts. He pulled Alice down and started on around the side of building. With Alice slung over his shoulder, he started feeling against the wall for anything. After going over it once he went back across and knocked in several places before a hole appeared in the wall and a set of eyes stared him down.

        "Whaddya want?"

        "Uh, ol' Rig sent me. I'm lookin' for the girl that goes with this girl." He turned Alice's sleeping head so that the man could see her face.

        "Hmm... what's the girl's name yer lookin' fer?"

        "Her name's Sophia and she gave me this too." He said as he pulled the piece of wood with the drawing on it.

        "Son of a..." the man grumbled and opened the door. "Go on down that way. She'll be waitin' for ya if she ain't dead already."


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          Anima had once again entered Fairbell. The sun had lowered, it's lashing beams of heat were waning. Anima's energy had been sapped. The man he had marked wasn't willfull, but since he distrusted Anima from start, he had to exert his mana in upfront confrontation. Anima hadn't used any of his ammunition yet. The two were travelling from Spider's Hollow. They were naïve, unexpecting and innocent. They did not know the bliss of the Astral Planes. But they do now. Their blood soaked the sand, mixing to make sanguine mush and a gravelly paste. Their bodies sunk in to the sand. The sharp rocks that accompanied the ground had dug in to their flesh. Two clean bullet holes were in their torso, shirts cut, their stomachs were marked with .

          Anima had dragged the girl and the boy up to the nearby tree, their ankles had grooves dug in from the ropes. They were only about eight, but it made no difference, one less drug smuggler and rapist he'd have to kill. They didn't understand, life wasn't made for the young. In this world you either hunt or be hunted. Age made no difference to Anima, it just made them harder to kill. You became a Greedy Tainted One, who killed to live - a killer veiled by a trick of morals, justice. Pfft, what did they know of justice? They just saw a name, a figure and a location. Then they salivated at the figure and then counted cash. Or you become a man who fuels addicts, feed your libido or steal and plunder. Anima despised those who partook in paedophilia, even necrophilia. So he had pinned the girl's skirt together. In the next world, there would we no need, all of those shall die. Gaudium will incarcenerate. Anima was in town. Looking around, he noticed that the Smoking Roses Gunshop was open. Anima had used his ammunition. A bell chimed as the door was swung open. The rotund man had a bald head with hair at the back and sides. His belly was fat and laugh hearty. He turned around to see Anima and a smile grew on his mug.

          "You're here at last." The gun shop owner leaned on the counter. "You like your new gun?" He motioned.
          Anima grunted. "It's efficient. enough."
          "Take that black cover off your face, you mummur horribly, you'd think you'd be the smart one." He grabbed a 'Colt' from the shelf and began to rub at it's shaft. "You know, I heards some news around town that there might be something around us. I mean, I ain't stupid but the air having a weight is a big far fetched."
          Anima rolled his eye, "You always knew how to get people talking. Start saying that around town and people put you to a stake."
          The gun shop owner chuckled. "And you'd like that, José?"
          Anima looked at the man. "I don't go by that name, Horatio."
          "'Course." Horatio smiled, putting the Colt revolver away. "What'll be?"
          "I need Gunpowder." Anima followed Horatio's movements.
          The fat man frowned, "I'm afraid I can't serve you that."
          Anima hesitated, brooding for a moment. Horatio wouldn't have heard yet. "Why's that?" Anima's eyes remained fixed on the peeling wood of the surface in front of him
          "My gunpowder trades are being attacked. Yea, they be robben my wagons from Gilded Brook. I put out a bounty on 'im" Horatio gazed slightly at the brown and patchy map.
          Anima pondered for a moment. I cannot allow the tainted ones to just add this man to their list of names to dash off. This man shall pay. "I'll take him for you, and get you your Gunpowder."
          "No, no, no. I already sent off the bounty," Horatio shook his head as Anima got up and strode towards the door. He mumbled. "Always like his father..." Anima froze at the door, hearing his comment. Anima observed him with a steely stare. Horatio noticed this, "Uhm... It's a shame what happend in the fire..."
          Anima walked out, determination made his boots dig deeper. The stupider Horatio remains, the better. I rely on him for weaponry, I don't need his blood. He's old enough, Gaudium will take him when he pleases. The night's shade gave Anima the chance, his figure darken and fade. His body disappearing to blackness.

          ***

          Tony cowered behind a rock. The wagons had been getting smaller, perhaps the traders had caught on to The Runt's tactics. They sent less and less each day. His tactics, although blunderous were enough to pull a few dollars. Tony's knees ached from crouching for a long time. He saw a figure form on the horizon, another wagon. Tony couldn't read but it looked like a big one. The carriage came closer. . If Tony could remember, it'd keep on moving, and he'd climb aboard, throwing them off and holding them at the point of his gun. But this one didn't carry on. The wagon had slowed. The there were two men on the wagon, the first man, in the drivers seat was slumped over, his body limp. The body was slack but the reins were firm. Tony cursed "The Heck?" He raised his head slightly to see. The second man seemed sinister from first looks. "Yo' killed 'em!"
          Anima looked to the raving man, he knew that this was the man. "Relax, He's unconcious."
          "An' 'ho are yo'?" The bandit enquired. Peering forward, but then Anima had moved.
          A bolt of electricity ran through his spine as two fingers jabbed in to his neck. His muscles had seized. Anima leaned in, and whispered in to his ear. "The Prophet Of Salvation." Anima dug his boot in to the back of Tony's knees, forcing him to the ground.
          Tony groaned. "What d' yer want?"
          "The atonement of your sins." Anima clasped his index finger and thumb around the back of Tony's neck, pressing it in to his victim's neck. Tony's head clenched back. Anima placed his boot on his back and pushed him to the ground. His head banged on the ground.

          Tony woke up. Hung up on a tree, he looked around his head was heavy, his blood was rushing to his head, his legs tied up. Anima sat on a stump nearby, fiddling with his dagger in his hand, twirling it around with his fingers. Anima noticed that his victim had awoke. "About time." Anima brought his knife up and sliced his victim's shirt down the middle and carefully engraved the symbol in to his stomach .
          "Psyducken' 'ell, bastard." He spat.
          "This is just the beginning." Anima grabbed the victim's head, locking his gaze on his eyes and engaged his truthful eye. Tony saw his world chatter. Everyone he ever knew was shown to be trampled by herds. But the next image he saw was a bounty hunter shooting him in the face and dragging him back to Janet. The next image Anima couldn't understand, it was just an image of a door and then the door shown before changes to an old, decrepit door with paint peeling and shards off of it. The door opened with a sickly dread when the vision restrained to the lower half of the door, some feet, some old, fat feet stomped in to the room with his dead carcass being dragged by the hands. The door slammed shut, with a click and rumble of a bolt crossing over. Anima noticed his memories, his cruel cheating lies and deceit and with that Anima felt a push resist from the connection, as he entered in deeper, the memories were older, fuzzier and a sepia mist shrouding the corners of the visual memory. He saw Anima's own home in this man's memory. The memories started to seem like a slideshow. The next image was Anima's child hood house aflames. Next image was Tony's mother bent over, with a outlaw behind her... with a burning house in the background. The resistant force built up in to a reactionary force. It ejected the connection from the man's mind. Anima was winded when he got back to the world. Dumb-founded he stumbled on to the earth.
          Anima felt an angry wave of emotion come over him. His palm was beaming a bright light. Sparks jumped from this light to his fingers. His palm quivered with electricity. Anima spat at the outlaw, "You psyducking cloyster!" He punched his palm towards him, forcing the electricity out. The line of lightening shot out, hitting the rope, making it be engulfed in flames for a split second with the impact. The rope snapped and went slack. Tony's face, once again, planted it's self in the ground his body flopped down behind him, his neck made a cracking sound. Anima looked at him with a deadly leer. Anger swelled through his nerves. Outrage drew a red glaze over his vision. "You don't deserve to experience the divine astral plane! You are a disgrace!"
          Tony craned his neck to see the silhouette of Anima ebb away in to the shadows and then he let his head rest.

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          Old May 6th, 2015 (6:15 AM). Edited May 6th, 2015 by Winter.
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          Virginia hissed, as water splashed onto her, soaking her feet and part of her dress. A spell of coldness swirled towards her, and her feet was quickly encased in chunks of ice. She mentally cursed as she saw Emmett leaving the tavern. That traitor would pay the next time she saw him.

          She prodded the ice with her umbrella, jabbing at the solid until cracks were formed. Water swirled into a globe at her palm, and she slammed it right down at her feet. The water undid most of the icy enchantment; cubes of ice floating in a growing puddle around her. Hands holding her dress above the floor, Virginia dashed towards the door, blinking out into the nightly streets.

          Leo's head throbbed with a dull ache, his vision was tinted with crimson. He could feel his blood pumping, drumming in his temples with adrenalin. He could hear sounds of fighting and gunfire, and feel the spark in the air as magics clashed. Leaping up to his feet, he reloaded his two pistols, and with lightning speed, sent a storm of bullets raining down. He looked around for the man that had took him by surprise, and though he could not find the brute, he indiscriminately shot anyone who looked like an outlaw, even if they may not have been. At the corner of his eyes, he espied a flash of magic at the doorway. He emptied his pistols, before pursuing the outlaw who had Blinked away into the streets.

          Out in the night's open air, there was hardly a soul wandering on the streets. Anyone caught here would have already been drinking their life away in the taverns and inns that occupied both sides of the road. Only a feminine figure, with her head bowed down, inched slowly down the streets. He made a few steps forward, readying a pistol.

          "You there! Turn around with your hands up!"

          The lady stopped and slowly turned around, holding an umbrella in her hand. She raised her arms, as with a swift motion, the umbrella bloomed open. Immediately, Leo pressed his finger against the trigger just as a cone of water flew towards him. The cone caught the bullet in its transparent body, and burst with such a force that it would have hurt a lot had Leo not sidestepped at the last moment. He blinked away just in time to dodge two more elemental blasts. A drop of water landed on his forehead, then another, and he looked at the outlaw, confused. She had already started running off, retreating instead of continuing a full-frontal offense. More droplets accompanied their harbinger, and the answer to their source soon made itself obvious above him. He cursed, both at the escapee and the rainwater that was ruining his hair. A little water won't get in his way of a nice bounty. He followed her down the streets; catching up was no problem.

          Virginia chanced to take a glance behind, and was not pleased to see that she was still being tailed. That blonde boy was fast approaching her despite the slippery roads. Trying to outspeed an electricity sorcerer would be impossible. She had to stall.

          As she rounded a corner, she swung her umbrella, directing a jet of rainwater towards the bounty hunter. As expected, he countered the blast with his own element. There was a hiss as lightning and water collided, releasing a small cloud of vapor in the impact. Virginia threw two more elemental blasts in his direction, both met with bright sparks and transformed into a swirling globular mass of fog. She quickened her pace, concentrating on weaving the tendrils of mist around her.

          Leo cursed as he saw the outlaw's silhouette walk into the growing mist, fading away like a phantom. His clothes were drenched in sweat and rain, his slicked hair stood frozen like a crown of spiky thorns. He backed away from the mist, choosing to go in the opposite direction while he could still see his fingers. He'd let her go for now, only because he already rounded up a few men. Janet had better give him a good figure.
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          Old May 6th, 2015 (11:04 AM). Edited May 6th, 2015 by Shak.
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          “I’m telling you Sally, that name is a curse!” The voice of a young man could be heard. The voice was croaked, as if the exclamatory tone was testing its limits. The man seemed to have heightened emotions, though still calm and composed. His voice was followed by a young female voice; her voice was lively and expressive.
          “Could you be any more superstitious, Arthur?” The woman asked rhetorically. She was cradling a small baby in her arms, a baby that seemed small and weak. Its eyes were red. “Achilles is a beautiful name, isn’t it little Achi?” She put on a childish voice, as she turned her attention to the child in her hand, poking its nose as she did so. The child was more or less unresponsive, though it did reach out decrepitly, in an attempt to catch the large finger that had jabbed its nose. The woman grinned at her child.
          “Are you familiar with the Greek mythology behind the name?” The Arthur sighed. Sally glared at him, she knew the question was rhetorical since she was nowhere near as educated as the man that had proposed the question in the first place. She rolled her eyes, before continuing to gaze lovingly at her child.
          “Are you familiar with what happens to people who get between a mother and her baby?” She hissed threateningly. Arthur was quick to back off, after deducting the hostility in her tone. The midwife had just finished clearing up the towels and sheets, after she’d folded them, she turned to the young couple.
          “If my opinion holds any weight here, then I have to admit I like the name. In all honesty it’s refreshing to hear a baby name that isn’t John, William or James. We don’t get too many Achilles’s in Orhurst” She laughed, before leaving the room. After a few seconds of pondering, the man added his thoughts.
          “I guess I can’t win.” He rolled his eyes and he shook his head. Sally stuck her tongue out at him childishly. “I’m just hopeful that this weakness doesn’t bite him in the future, he’s already been born frail; he doesn’t need any other hindrances.” He looked apathetically, at the child laying in the arms of his beloved. He wasn’t impressed by what he saw.
          “He doesn’t need to be a fighter Arthur, he’s going to be a scholar, like his father.” she grinned at Arthur as she referred to him. Arthur smiled back, but his smile was only to reassure Sally, as he wasn’t able to reassure himself.

          Achilles woke up shivering, underneath the blazing sun. His hood covered his face; he shielded his broken left arm with his cropped legs, and his right arm was being used to keep his legs up. He was weak. It had been two days since he’d been captured by the mysterious figure, and he hadn’t eaten since that morning. He sat with his back against the desert wall for protection-he had no one. It seemed as though the world was against him.
          “Shillace.” He mumbled weakly. He heard gunshots in the distance; even that seemed more favourable than what he was going through at that moment. He tried to stand. His left arm fell limp and his grumbling stomach caused an enervate slightness of his frail form. He fell back into the wall.
          “She was right. I should’ve never came here.” He groaned, refusing to let himself tear up. The gunshots grew closer, which filled him with an ironic sense of optimism.
          A horse, carrying a woman, emerged from the distance. Achilles watched eagerly to await his fate. The horse approached him. The rider wore a white Stenson, which seemed too large for her head. Underneath it she wore a white crop top, and had a leather jacket tied around the belt of her denim shorts.
          “Howdy.” She said, the thick old western accent she used was clearly put on. She looked back in the direction she came from, nervously. “Don’t say anything.” This time with no accent. She quickly kicked her horse, and it ran around the large rock Achilles was leaning against. Shortly after she left, two riders came from the exact same direction that the woman had come from. One of them wore a large brown Stenson, with an outfit to match; the other wore a white costume of a similar design, but with no hat.
          “Freeze!” The man shouted as he dismounted his horse and pointed his rifle at the injured bounty hunter. Achilles responded with his usual dead eyed response- it’s not like he was going anywhere. “Don’t try to be a smartass, we don’t need that. You seen a rattata on a horse pass by here?” The man lowered his weapon, but still had it poised to shoot. Achilles shook his head. “Bullmuk, she passed by here, you musta seen sumtn!” The man yelled angrily. Achilles patted himself down, remembering that he didn’t have any weapons on him. All he could find was his broken sword, which was much less effective without his electricity. He held on to it discreetly
          The hatless man was staring at the ground, and noticed horse tracks in the sand. Achilles quickly threw the blade. The man attempted to dodge but was hit in the arm. Achilles rolled to his left, and attempted to rush to either of the horses. He was stopped in his tracks by a bullet to his leg, which made him fall to the ground. He looked over at the hunters, expecting a fight, but at this point were corpses with bullet wounds in their head and neck respectively. The woman he’d seen before, curtsied as she walked passed the man in white.
          “Thanks for the hat.” She grinned. Achilles tried to crawl away but the wound in his leg didn’t make it easy. She stepped on the wound to stop him moving. He groaned, and clenched his fist in the sand. “Sorry, but I can’t have you spreading this around. I really don’t need a bigger bounty right now.” She folded her arms as she said it. Achilles sat up once he was released from her trap and groaned as he looked at the bullet wound. “So, what’s your story?” She asked inquisitively as she examined him closer.
          “What?” He was reluctant to feed her any truthful information. Her casual attitude towards him after shooting him in the leg made him very uncomfortable. “You s-shot them?” He stuttered. She nodded, with a patronising smile on her face. “But it didn’t make a sound.” He looked at her gun, he maintained his expression.
          “No air, no sound. It come in handy.” She shrugged, with a clear lack of understanding of the true capabilities of her magic. “On another note though, we don’t see too many homeless guys that are stupid enough to sleep in the desert.” She crouched down to look him in the eyes.
          “I like it here, it’s soothing.” He attempted to avoid eye contact. Instead of taking the hint, the woman instead dug deeper. She noticed his shirt was ripped, and there was some sort of symbol on his lower body.
          “Weird tattoo. Where’d you get it?” She said as she pushed his ripped shirt aside. Achilles blushed and edged away. “Oh come on, don’t get all shy on me.” She laughed. He re-concealed the scar with his shirt.
          “I assume I’m your prisoner now.” He uttered with a desolation of emotion. His attempt to change the subject was aided by the woman’s short attention span. She chuckled in response-her expression a mixture of both amusement and confusion. “You’re not killing me, and you don’t want to let me go.” He explained. She chuckled again as she mounted her horse.
          “Well hop on prisoner, it’s not too far a ride from here to ‘The Brook’.” She laughed playfully. After a few seconds of laughter. “You should join my team, I’ll explain a bit more at base. Plus you should really get cleaned up.” She smiled during her first sentence, but after looking the bounty hunter up and down, her expression turned to a scoff of disgust.
          The first thing Achilles did after arriving at the woman’s base was shower. He emerged sporting a completely new attire. He’d cut his hair for a more refined comb over, that sat across his head. His hair as neat and pampered as ever. His black gloves were now fingerless. He wore a light brown trench coat with the sleeves rolled up, which sat nicely on top of his white shirt and black tie.
          “Clean suits you.” The woman smiled flirtatiously as Achilles walked up to her. He nodded in agreement, but struggled to crack a smile. “Charlotte, by the way. I figured if you’re joining the group you should know that much.” She smiled. Followed by a welcoming gesture suggesting he should do the same. Achilles pulled up his gloves, ignoring the gesture. “You do have a name right?” Her impatience was clear. Achilles looked at her, his expression practically the same as when they first met.
          “Black.”

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          Old May 10th, 2015 (4:32 AM). Edited May 25th, 2015 by Estrello.
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            It was a dark night. Anima's mind was in a jumble. There was just no way that it was true... The sack of gunpowder scraped the ground, his shoulders had groves from the rope. Anima wasn't built for manual labour. His neck was sore. Anima felt a stabbing pain in his stomach, his head felt light and his brain throbbed. A deep booming voice yelled in Anima's ears. "You have spared too many! You are not doing your calling! This is just the beginning of my power. Disobey my calling and you will perish, you will be confined in which this hell you wander!" His vision twirled and blurred, his hearing blended in to a high pitched ringing. His pores began to ooze sweat. Anima clasped his head, his senses swimming in confusion. Anima's knees buckled. He kneeled, his hands trembling, then everything became misty.
            Anima opened his eye, his body was covered in a sheet of dust. Anima's mind was hazed. He arose from his slumber. His front was covered in dirt. Anima looked up at the sky. The dark blue clouds wandered the sky. His memory was suddenly restored. He needed to save them... The dusty tracks gave Anima a decent mask, . The shade from the night gave him an easy cover. On the horizon, a horse drawn carriage came over the lip of the world. Anima prepared his weapons. The driver was mounted on the horse pulling the carriage. The carriage was full of hay, it was of steel. Slits were cut out of the top. Inside, raucous whines echoed in the Horse trailer. The driver took out of his jacket a glass bottle. The liquid inside was brown whisky. He brought the bottle to his lips.
            It was time to strike.
            Joe felt the horse tense and confuse. A shiver from a passing of cold rippled his body. His horse began to grind to a stop. The stench of dry sweat met his nose. His back became warm, the warmth of another body. He went to turn his head but the sharp edge of a knife gently pressing against his back. He knew what this was...
            "Top pocket, left leg." He attempted to keep a steady voice, he had trained for this so many times before, why was this so different.
            "Off." The voice from behind was dry and bland.
            "I told you where my money is." Joe was confused at this man. The pain of the knife pressed deeper, almost breaking the skin. Joe dismounted, keeping his face away from the man. Robbers don't like to be seen. He dropped to his knees, putting his hands up on his head. "I'm just a simple man trying to-"
            The warm trickle of blood dripped down his back. His vision went black, the cold steel blade pierced his neck, the point slashing the throat, his spine cracked. His head fell forward, and his body slumped over. Anima dislodged the trailer from the back, circling around. Anima opened the back of the horse trailer. He focussed. He unleashed a barage of electric strikes. The horses convulsed and whined, they struggled on their journey to the next life. Anima watched this display with pleasure, as the chaos ensued. Anima kicked the horse in to a gallop, he headed back to Fairbell. Anima patted the steed.
            "You've made it back, Cerberus."




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            Old May 11th, 2015 (5:54 AM).
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            Status - Outlaw - member of Culebra clan
            Sorcery Level - 1
            Element - Air
            Bounty - 580$


            Jebediah Sanders
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            Sorcery Level - 1
            Element - Air
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            Larkin

            A Fateful Meeting

            Jeb started down the stairs with Alice hiding behind him. The place reeked of sweaty balls, rattatainess and booze. This certainly wasn't a place for kids, but he felt right at home. They got to the bottom of the stairs and started to get some nasty looks as they headed through the bar. He had seen some of these guys before, but most of them were all new faces to him. He got through the room filled with people and got up to the bartender. Sitting there drinking down some brown liquid was someone he recognized. He got the weirdest sense of deja vu as he put his hand on her shoulder.

            "Hey Sophia. I didn't die, and I didn't forget to bring the kid with me either. Sure hope you know what the psyduck yer doin' bringin' me down here. If this turns out to be a setup, I'll blow your brains out on the floor myself."

            Sophia raised an eyebrow as she felt the hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to face the person. "What the psyduck d'you think you're- wait what?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Jeb?! You're not supposed to be here, god dammit!" she quietly hissed at him.

            The outlaw behind him raised an eyebrow. "You know this one, Fia?" he asked, pulling out his revolver.

            "Who the hell else would come up to you and tell you they brought ya' yer kid? You keepin some kind of secret from me baby?" He nudged her playfully. "Now tell the dipmuk to lower his gun before he gets hurt."

            Sophia sighed and motioned for the Culebra to lower his weapon. Hopping off her stool, she silently cursed herself. "Just come with me." she gestured for Jeb to follow her into her quarters. "Don't dirty up the place, got it cleaned last week." she told him as they entered the room.

            "No need to worry about me dirtying up the place, you do that just fine yourself." He mumbled under his breath as he followed her in, closing the door behind him.

            Sophia crossed her arms. "Right. Number one - why the psyduck are you here? I never called you."

            "Uh, I got the kid and you told me to meet you here? What other reason would I have to come to this hole in the wall. When you left town you said to meet back here. Or maybe I just imagined that. I don't know. I'm here now. I've got the kid. You've got the book. I've got to waste some time while I figure out where the hell this next bounty is since Janet ate my ass about all the muk I've been breaking. It's all good."

            "The b- You gave me a book?" Sophia seemed surprised.

            "Jesus christ Sophia. Try and remember something every once and a while. It's like someone hit you in the head or something and made you forget a whole bunch of important muk."

            "I remember you're a psyducking asshole. That's enough for me." she hissed back at him.

            "Oh ha ha. Well as long as you're forgetting things, maybe you could forget that one night in paradise you had with me the other day when I was passed out." He winked at her.

            "You're psyducking dea-" Sophia began, pulling out her gun. Suddenly, a muffled sob came from the corner of the room. The two turned their heads.

            Alice was sitting on Sophia's bed, a large satchel at her side - the one that was on the horse Sophia was riding. She was holding what seemed to be a slightly scorched book, and holding back what seemed to be yet another emotional outburst.

            Oh, not this muk again... Sophia thought to herself, biting her lip. If she goes demon mode again in here, things are going to be bad...

            "My sister..." tears welled up in her eyes and her face twisted between a frown and scowl. Her breathing deepened and she started shaking violently. "It's all my fault... if I had just let her out of the cellar... no... it's all your fault." She stared at Jeb and got up off the bed. She shuffled over to him, growing larger and getting angrier and angrier with every word she spoke.

            Sophia took a step back. Yeahhh, Sophia doesn't feature in this equation. Better keep it that way she thought.

            "Now listen kid, I can explain." Jeb held his hands up in self defense.

            "I don't want to hear any more out of y-" Alice stopped in her tracks and slumped over onto the fist that Jeb had put in her gut.

            "That ought to keep her quiet for now. We can think of something later, for now we need to at least tie her up. She's just going to be trouble for now."

            "What the psyduck, Jeb?!" Sophia exclaimed, shoving him aside. "She'll psyducking eleven!" She crouched down to check on Alice.

            "It's not my fault. It's not like you were going to do anything about it. You just backed away and were going to let me get my face ripped off when she attacked me. You know what happens when her emotions get out of control so don't give me that crap." Jeb huffed and felt the neck of the girl. "She's still breathing, and her heart's still beating. She'll be fine."

            Sophia sighed angrily, and walked up to her bedside where the book was. "Is that the book you were talking about? What is it, anyway?"

            "It belonged to her sister. Before she died - before I left the opera house she gave it to me and told me to get it to Alice. Any means necessary. Crispy was a good kid after all." He wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

            She picked up the book at turned to the front page. "Huh. Don't know what would piss her off on there though- oh hey, there's a message on the front."

            Quote:
            Originally Posted by On the front page of the book
            I don't even know why I'm writing this. As far as I know, you could be dead. I guess being stuck in a burning hellhole makes a person mad. As I write this, I can feel a few tonnes of wood on my back - building must have collapsed already. Shield won't last long, either.

            A few scratched-out words were beneath the first paragraph.

            With me dead, you might as well be too. But there's still so much you should know - things you need to know. Maybe that just means that now you're ready to know the truth about dad.

            The next few pages were burned and destroyed beyond comprehension, but Sophia couldn't tell whether it had been intentional or accidental.

            This book used to be mine. Now that I'm about to leave, I think it best to officially pass it on to you. I don't know how much of it you'll be able to use, but I guess it's the thought that counts right? Anyways, I hope you live a good life. Regardless of how I've treated you in the past, I only want the best for you. All of those times when I beat you and called you names I was just trying to make you stronger. I hope you can forgive me some day. I love you Alice. I'll be watching over you from wherever I end up going.
            Jeb sighed. "Yep, I figured that was probably what ticked her off. I mean, Crispy never said not to read it. It is what it is."

            Muk... No wonder the kid got really pissed... Sophia thought, flipping to the page which listed the spells. "Looks like there's some sort of 'rage' skill in that book. She must've activated it somehow back at the tavern."

            "Well, seeing as it's labeled 'rage', I can only imagine. I mean, you don't have to have the book right in your hand when you cast spells and I had been upstairs for a few hours with the ladies-" he cut himself off, probably ought to not get into that with her around. She'd be liable to do something about it seeing as how she hasn't had any in a while if ever. Would probably make her mood better. He shook his head. "Anyways. I can only imagine how she managed to activate a 'rage' spell when she was enraged and her book was around."

            "Anyway. You should've dropped the kid off at Janet's but since you're such a goddamn charismatic man you psyducked up with her and brought her back here." Sophia said frustratingly, pocketing the book. "Now what am I supposed to-"

            She was interrupted by a knock of the door. A voice came from outside. "Oi, lovebirds. You need to get out, now. Boss needs to speak to you, Fia."

            "Muk. Now we've gotta go through all the trouble of getting these clothes back on when we just took them off. Can't you give us just a few more minutes? We're tryin' to teach the kid some stuff about life."

            "You motherpsyducking-" Sophia began, grabbing the nearest object she could find - a small stool in this case - and furiously hurling it at Jeb.

            He caught the stool and put it back on the ground. "Now now Sophy-poo. Just because you spent your last couple hundred on me and we got interrupted that doesn't mean you have to start throwing things. We can come back and finish this later, no extra charge." He blew her a kiss and opened the door.

            One day, I'll psyducking kill him. I will. Sophia thought to herself, exiting the room and attempting to shove Jeb away from her. "You stay with the kid, asshole."

            "Sometimes I can' tell you two apart. You're both about the same height and both want me dead." He said as he rubbed past her and sat down smiling on the stool she had thrown at him. "Also, see if your buddy knows anything about a dog familiar thing. It stole my grandma's pocket watch."

            ---------

            Sophia hesitated at the door, and knocked.

            "Come in." Antonio's voice called from inside. Sophia took a deep breath and opened the door.

            "You called, boss?" she asked.

            "Yes, now close the door behind you." the leader of the Culebras urged. Sitting in front of his desk were three other Culebras, grouped around what seemed to be the watch Sophia had brought in earlier - Jack the Stutterer, the burly outlaw she had seen earlier known only by the name "Bear", and a hooded woman which Sophia did not recognize.

            "Marzia Alesi, an assassin from our Silverston team, to answer any questions." Antonio told her. "Now take a seat. This isn't a laughing matter. I have called the best of you for a reason."

            Sophia smiled, taking a seat. You know it, darling superintendent.

            "I'll keep it short. Over the past month, I have been tracking an item which some of you know as the 'second bible'. To those of you who aren't smart enough to know what that is-" Antonio glared at Bear. "-it is rumored to be the most powerful spellbook created to date. Spells from every element, and an ability no human would dream to possess - time manipulation."

            The four outlaws looked at each other, each thinking the same thing.

            "If we gain possession of the book, we could do great things. Possibly outnumber Rush's group. It's worth more than any bank in this filthy place, and it must be retrieved at all costs." Antonio continued.

            Now comes the fun part. Sophia thought to herself, grinning.

            "This pocketwatch you see before you is actually much more than a pocketwatch. It functions almost as a sort of compass for the location of the book - or what we assume is the book. And with the help of this-" He brushed aside the watch to display the map underneath. "-I've determined that the book is in the possession of someone in Wrench. The location hasn't moved much, so it's likely the owner does not realize they have it with them. The location, however, seems to be heavily guarded - which is where you come in. In addition to this, there will probably be other clans and gangs following us there - so you'll have to remain vigilant. Take down anyone in your way - although we'd prefer it to be quiet. Something which some of you seem to have... trouble with." he said, glaring at Sophia.

            Can't say he's lying.. Sophia thought to herself, turning her head away.

            "How are we gonna get there?" Bear asked, taking in a large puff from his cigar and blowing it behind him.

            "I have arranged a method of transport for you. You'll need to be much more discrete. Tonight, I have picked a cargo train leaves for Wrench from the other end of town. You will all boarding that train under the disguise of handymen. For you women, I've made arrangements. The trip could take a long time, but don't even dare to doze off - always remain vigilant. Once you reach there, a scout I have sent to Wrench will meet you, and the five of you. The scout has not sent me back information on the place yet, so he may or may not be dead - in that case, you'll have to act on your own. Whatever the costs, once you reach there, you must come back with the book."

            Sophia noticed Jack seemed a little fidgety. "Em, b-boss... W-what if we d-don't find the b-book...? I m-mean, it's only a rumour as far as w-we know, right?" he stuttered.

            Antonio slammed his desk. "Are you calling me delusional, boy? You think this is a suicide mission?"

            "N-not at all-"

            "You come back with the book, you get filthy rich. If you don't..."

            With a snap of his fingers, the large Komodo dragon emerged from underneath his desk, its gigantic tongue darting in and out of its mouth. Sophia felt Nico becoming tense, his grip on her shoulder tightening. She heard a hiss come out from under Marzia's hood.

            Huh, so she's got a familiar too... Guess Antonio really did bring the best. Sophia thought, caressing Nico to calm him down.

            Jack gulped as he saw the massive Komodo. "U-understood..."

            Antonio sighed, and took off his spectacles. "You're dismissed." he muttered. As they all began getting up, he stopped them. "Except for Sophia, stay here."

            Oh psyducking boy, here comes another jolly good time of boss-outlaw bonding. the latter thought, gritting her teeth and sitting back down.

            "Bear, bring me back the man and that girl who just came in, as well as the blithering idiot who let them in." Antonio called.

            "Sure thing, boss."

            ---------------------------

            "Do you like flowers?"

            Jeb was sitting on Sophia's bed with Alice next to him. He was trying his best to bond with her since they were apparently going to be spending some more time together. However Alice more or less ignored him. His questions were answered with either a blank stare or a slight shake of the head.

            "Ya know, my daughter always liked flowers. Every since she was just born. My wife had this amazing Lilac perfume that she would spray around the house. A spritz here, a spritz there, a spritz just about everywhere except for on herself. I honestly don't know what that was all about."

            He looked over at the blank slate that was the girl's face.

            "Oh come on, at least acknowledge that I exist! This is so unbearably painful. Where the hell is Sophia? It shouldn't take this long."

            He started pacing around the room, shooting a glance to Alice every now and then. She had taken his leave as an opportunity and laid down on the bed. She curled up into the fetal position and clutched her sister's book to her chest so hard that her fingers began turning white.

            "I-" Jeb had just started to make an attempt at reconciling with Alice when a knock came at the door.

            "Knock knock. Housekeeping." The voice of a man came from behind the wall.

            "Whaddya want? We're waitin' for Sof so I can give her this damn kid."

            "Ain't got time for that. Let's go." The man went over to Alice and slung her over his shoulder.

            "What do you-"

            "Let's. Go." The man grabbed Jeb by the arm and pulled him out the door.

            "Whatever you say. You don't have to be rough, I can walk." Jeb dusted himself off. God damn, I just want to shoot this guy. Jeb cracked his neck and slid his hand down his chest to where his gun was holstered. So tempting. But with all these people here... probably better not.

            They left the room and walked in a straight line to the door ahead of them. Jeb saw a couple of shady looking rooms and thought to wander off, but as soon as he tried to leave the path Bear grabbed him by his hair and pulled him along. They got to the room and Bear opened the door, first throwing in Jeb and then dropping Alice into his lap.

            "Boss wants to see you." And then he waddled away. Moments later, the door reopened, and the thin tall man Sophia had punched earlier was pushed inside. "Sorry, forgot about that one." Bear called. "See ya, boss."

            Sophia gulped as she saw Jeb and Alice in the room. She knew the Culebras had a strict regulation on outsiders, and the penalty that followed.

            "Stand up, you two." Antonio ordered. "I will make this quick. Who are you, how did you find this place and why are you here?"

            Jeb stood up and brushed himself up. "Well. Sir, let me explain. First off, I'm Jebediah Sanders."

            Sanders? Sounds like he's some reverend or something, hah. Sophia thought chuckling.

            "This here is uh... Alice something or other. I rode into town after saving..." Jeb turned his head dramatically towards Sophia, "That one's ass. She dropped this kid on me and told me to bring her around here and that she would know the way. But she didn't because she's not been talking to me. So. I had to ask some old guy and he pointed me over here. So that's that."

            "What the psyduck are you on about?! I never told you to come back!" Sophia yelled back at him, violently standing up and stomping her foot.

            Jeb gives Sophia a swift slap on the cheek meat. "I've had it with yer god damn lies. Every time. Every single time I say anything. 'No no no. I didn't do that. Blah blah blah.' And after everything I've done for you. So ungrateful."

            Instantly, Sophia recovered from the hit, and lunged at Jeb, knocking him down of the floor. "You piece of psyduckin-"

            "I'll bite your tit off!" Jeb spat back opening his mouth and craning his neck towards her. "Let's see how you like me then short muk."

            "Psyduck you!" Sophia spat back, attempting to pummel him with punches. Instantly, Nico jumped off her shoulder onto Jeb's face, spitting out a large glob of poison right into his open mouth.

            The poison falls into Jeb's gaping maw. A sour look comes across his face and he stops struggling against Sophia which causes her to fall in towards him. He rolls over on top of her and holds her mouth open, baby birding the leftover goop into her mouth. Then he pulls out Mr.Truth and shoves it into her ribcage. Pulls the hammer back and-

            Bang.

            Jeb jumps back, getting off of Sophia. Oh muk. I didn't mean to... dammit why. Jeb went to turn his back and laid his face on the floor when the sound of a body hit the floor.

            "A waste of my damn time." he heard Antonio's voice mutter, and the sound of a gun being put back into its holster.

            He turned back around to see Sophia shaking on the ground and the tall lanky man on his knees with a bullet hole in his chest.

            "That's about enough of that." Antonio proclaimed. He held out his hand, which was now glowing white. Both Sophia and Jeb were immediately raised off the ground, and their bruises and scratches disappeared. "I don't want to know any more of this mess you two have made up. I haven't heard your name before, and I hope for your sake I will never hear it again. Sophia will escort you and the girl out of here."

            "Okay that's fine, but just hold on one moment. I see y'all got a nice 'lil business thing going on here and well, to be frank I'm tired of doin' small jobs like this bull muk escort work. Just doesn't pay the bills like I'd like for it to."

            Antonio raised an eyebrow, mildly interested. "Go on."

            "Well, I have a certain set of skills. Granted I'm not the most talented, I can still more than handle myself and a wagon or two should the need arise. From what I seen just from my short little walk around, you're not exactly employing professionals."

            The Culebra leader sighed in frustration. "I hate to agree, but yes."

            "Now, I been doin' escort work for a good few years. Mostly just small stuff, but nonetheless I had to be able to protect my targets from any danger that might present itself. So if you'd be so kind as to disregard our little lover's quarrel..."

            Sophia's hand turned into a fist. Lover's quarrel...? I swear to psyducking god, Jeb one of these days... she thought to herself. If it wasn't at the risk of him telling the boss about the tatoo, she would have sold him out as a bounty hunter at the first moment.

            "I'd like to re-present myself as a potential business partner." Jeb bowed as he finished speaking.

            Antonio tapped his desk. "I hope you do realize, Mr. Sanders, that once you deal with the Culebras, you don't back away from it so easily. Those who have tried, unfortunately, cannot live to tell you the tale." he said, stroking the Komodo who had been pacing around his desk.

            "Sir, please do not mock me. I am not so petty as to do such a thing. I am a man of honor and I know how to do business honorably. Whether that business be behind closed doors or out in the open."

            Antonio sighed. "We might need your services tonight, then. I will not reveal any more information to you other than that you will follow Sophia. I trust you for now, but I still cannot afford to give out important information."

            "Understandable. Well then, it looks like the only thing left is the kid. Uhh... the small-er one."

            "I have contacts in Wrench!" Alice suddenly called out.

            Antonio's eyes grew wide. "How do you..."

            The young girl let out a small cough. "I... have ways. Please, mister, you can't leave me here! I have contacts in Wrench that could help you find it. You wouldn't want the burden of a child on your shoulders, right?" she pleaded, putting on her most desperate face.

            Antonio slammed his desk angrily. "God dammit! I can't have a child embark on a mission of utmost importance!" he cursed. He knew, however, that if the guide was dead as he presumed, the team he had sent could maybe never find the book. In addition to this, there was the chance that the girl could spill the information to anyone else.

            Jeb started massaging his temples at the outburst of Alice. Are. You. Psyducking. Kidding. Me. This kid... I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm literally about to psyducking snap. I haven't killed anything lately. That must be the problem. Haven't quenched my thirst for blood. Totally reasonable.

            Antonio turned to Sophia, indirectly asking her for her opinion. She was surprised at Alice's outburst, particularly after her long period of silence. She gulped, hesitating. Despite the evident risks and dangers of having Alice join in, she could not bring herself to disagree. She nodded slightly at Antonio.

            The latter put his spectacles back on. "Alright, this goes against every last ounce of good judgement I possess... You may be part of the trip. You will stay close to Sophia and Sanders, and in no case will you speak to anyone outside of the group coming with you. You will guide them through the town, and when you'll no longer be needed, we'll arrange for you to get back. You will not interfere with whatever the group is doing. Is that understood?"

            "Yes, yes, perfectly! I'll be as unnoticeable as you need me to." Alice replied eagerly, smiling.

            "Lets get this show on the road then. I can't stand tight places like this." Jeb walked to the door and pulled it open. "Now that all that is in order, it appears that our business is complete until we return."

            Antonio sighed. "You'll be leaving soon. The train you'll be boarding will leave tonight. 'Til then, get ready. You're all dismissed." he told them. "And Sophia, call someone to get rid of this bloody corpse."

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            A few hours later, Other end of Larkin

            "Blah blah blah," Jeb said angrily.

            "Blah blah your ass." exclaimed Sophia.

            "Why aren't you two saying actual words?" Alice asked inquiringly.

            "To make you ask questions. That's why. We're almost to the station now. Be ready to get off as soon as we get there. We're cutting it a little close, but we should be on before the train leaves. Little miss prim and proper had to take a shower." Jeb scoffed.

            "Well maybe if you weren't such a dick we would've gotten out of there earlier, asshole." Sophia hissed. Nico let out a small cough, as it was the closest the chameleon could give to a growl.

            "Whatever, I'm done arguing about it. At least when we're in front of the kid we could try to act somewhat civilized. Anyways, we're here now. Hurry up and get off before the train leaves us."

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            Rex Flinders, Emmett Holliday and the Culebras


            Rex reached the town of Larkin about midday, the heat of the sun prickling his exposed arms. Still, there was no point in worrying about a bit of sunburn when you were about to be in a situation that involved bullets and god knows what else being launched repeatedly in your direction.

            The outlaw dismounted his horse outside of one of Larkin's taverns, this particular bar having become infamous overnight due to a bounty hunter instigating a colossal shoot out there. This was where the Culebra Clan's biggest hideout was, where Antonio Culebra resided and where the clan would cease to exist if Rex had his way.

            The man didn't bother entering the front of the tavern, he knew that wasn't the real attraction here. No, the Culebra's would be hiding in a secret location behind the main building - an idea they had ripped off from Flinders himself. Rex strode calmly down the ally next to the tab, stopping as a patch of wood that simpler slightly indented from the rest.
            "I guess I should knock." Rex chuckled to himself before blasting the door open with a concussive spell. "Hello everybody, guess who's finally found you psyduckers!"

            Without wasting another moment, Rex drew his revolver from its holster and proceeded to shoot the first three stunned Culebras he saw in the head. A commotion ensued as the other Culebras leapt to their feet, leveling guns on Rex and screaming insults and cusses at him. Bullets rained on the outlaw, Rex just laughed as the bullets were propelled away from him. The projectiles flew in different directions around the room, several lodging themselves in the bodies of unsuspecting Culebras.

            "Well you get props for trying." Rex gave a sinister smile. The remaining Culebras all took their chance to leave the shack, rushing out as fast as possible. The only exit was, however, the one Rex just came in through, and while the Culebras could hide, they couldn't leave the scene. They were easy to pick off one by one, and because of the big amount of people in the small room, he could even get multiple outlaws with the same bullet. As the density decreased, the Culebra's became harder to take down, as there was more space for them to hide. They turned over tables to hide behind, and hid behind the bodies of there fallen gang members. Bullets kept sifting through the air, but none seemed to even get close to hitting Rex. He heard footsteps nearing the hole he had just blew in the wall. A kid in a poncho entered. He missed a chunk from his earlobe, and seemed to limp a bit. He entered oblivious to the situation. It was quite the scene to walk in on. Rex stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by bodies, turned over tables, cowering Culebra's and half-filled whiskey glasses.
            "That explains the hole in the wall," the boy said.

            "Now who might you be?" Rex said, his feral grin not faltering as he turned to face Emmett, more bullets careened at his back, however they too were deflected.

            Emmett felt a rush of excitement coursing through his veins. This guy seemed like he could be a lot of fun. He blinked, and appeared above the man who had just murdered his new colleagues, and wrapped his legs around his neck. Emmett yelled like he was riding a rodeo, and kicked his spiked shoe in the side of his new mount.
            "Let's ride this rodeo, Bessy!" Emmett yelled.

            "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Rex yelled, stumbling forwards with Emmett's hands cover his eyes. In a rage Rex screamed, summoning several large fireballs and launching them around the room. The force of the spell splintered wood as the flames caught on tables, chairs and Culebras, the latter group howling in pain as the stench of their burning flesh filled the room.
            Emmett pulled Rex's head backwards, forcing him to lose balance and drop to the ground. He blinked away just before they would've hit the ground, and reappeared above Rex, landing with his full force in the murderers stomach.
            "Jeesz guys, was it this amateur that killed half of you guys?" Emmett joked, "I should have accidentally forced myself to join a more competent gang."

            Rex stopped in his tracks, a mirthless laugh emanating from his smirking visage.
            "You're pissing off the wrong person kid." Rex unleashed a repulsion spell, launching Emmett off of him and into the hard roof of the building, the younger outlaw hitting the ceiling with a loud thump and a spray of dust.

            Rex was far from done with the upstart though, he caught Emmett when he fell back down and through into the remains of a table, splinters and broken fragments piercing his skin and causing miniscule trickles of blood to roll onto the ground.
            "I'm Rex Flinders, I'm no amateur. I'm your death." Rex walked over to Emmett, again repelling bullets with his spell, and proceeded to repeatedly stomp hard on his stomach and chest. "Tell them I sent you when you get to hell" Rex flicked a small fireball onto the edge of the table.

            Rex then turned back to Culebras who hid behind the remains of their furniture.
            "Now where was I?"

            Emmett laughed, or at least attempted to. "Haven't you heard? I'm from Hell already!" he screamed, throwing the content of his flask towards Rex, and freezing it with his breath. Ice crystals formed on the outlaws feet and legs. Emmett blinked, appearing next to the outlaw, and kicking his frozen shin with full force, which after the beatdown he had just taken, wasn't that much. It was however, enough to shatter the ice, and make Rex topple, making him kiss the ground again.

            Heat emanated from the fallen Rex's body, the remainder of the ice upon him melting and dripping onto the floor where it soon became thin strands of steam as Rex slowly climbed to his feet.
            "I've really had enough of your muk." Rex spat, a stone spike burst forth from the ground and shot through Emmett's abdomen before erupting out the back of the young outlaw's body. In a rage he then turned to face the remaining Culebras, and launched another torrent of fireballs into the mass of furniture and bandits. Screams of terror and pain assaulted Rex's ears, so he silenced any survivors with spikes of their own. He now stood in silence once more, surrounded by corpses.

            Rex took a few minutes to search the hideout, however he was disappointed to discover that nobody else was present. It seemed that Antonio and his mother were out, still finding them wouldn't be too hard. Rex turned to the kid he'd left with a spike sticking out of him. He didn't look dead yet somehow.
            "Hey kid." he said, walking over to his victim and slapping him in the face unnecessarily hard "You dead yet? I've got a proposition for you."

            "Demons don't die," the kid answered, "what do you have for me?"

            "Show me where Antonio and his decrepit hag of a mother are and I'll heal that nasty hole for you."

            "I've kinda got attached to the whole, you know. We've spent so much time together already," Emmett chuckled uncomfortably, "but I think I could handle the loss. Fix me up, Bessy."

            Rex slapped him again.
            "To you, it's Boss." Rex then pulled Emmet off of the spike and partially healed the wound so it would continue to hurt like a rattata, but the younger outlaw would at least be able to move freely and not die of blood loss "Lead the way ya little muk." Emmett put his hand on the leftover wound, and his hand lit up. "Do I really need to finish it up myself?" He said. They started walking. "So, are you a bounty hunter, or what?"
            "Hell no... oh and before I forget-" a searing pain ran through Emmett's body briefly before vanishing. "Now you won't be Blinking away."

            "Why did you think that was necessary?" Emmett said grumpily, "do I look like I'm the type to run away?"




            "Mother, I really don't think it's safe for us to be out here. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for us to be seen in the open, together?"

            "Hush, boy. I call you. You follow. Mother knows best."

            Antonio Culebra sighed deeply, and massaged his temples. He prayed none of his half-witted fellow outlaws were watching. The two had gone 'shopping' in Larkin - for the lack of a better word. The proper term would be 'intimidating shopkeepers into giving them goods', and 'forcing debtors to repay what they owed'. They were currently at a liquor store, located at the far edges of Larkin.

            "Get your mother this flask, boy." Valentina commanded.

            Antonio resisted the urge to snap at her. The last time he had was over twenty years ago - and the scar on his chest was a painful reminder. "Yes, mother." he muttered under his breath, and fetched her what she wanted.

            "We should return soon, I'm going to have to wake up later tonight. The people I do business with apparently only work at nighttime - inconvenient, but their support will help greatly in seizing control over Wrench." he told her in a low voice as they exited the store.

            "I care not. You must sleep early and wake early. Bad sleep makes death come to you." the elderly lady replied.

            Antonio cleared his throat, trying to contain his frustration. "Yes, mother. And so does opening an umbrella indoors, and kicking a stone with your left foot." he hissed. And with that, he kicked a small pebble away towards a building. The impact was so strong it shattered the stone into many pieces, scattering them across the floor.

            "Now, now," Rex said, surprising the Culebra, "Aren't you momma's boys meant to be nicer to their old hags? Personally I just shot my mother and got it over and done with." Rex drew his gun and aimed it at the old woman, pulling the trigger and shooting her in the chest. She crumpled onto the ground in an instant, her blood pooling into the dirt as civilians began to scream and run for their lives. "Easy, see?"

            Suddenly, the body of the old woman began shaking and trembling on the floor. The pool of blood that had gathered around her slowly began turning a dark shade of blue, and retracted back towards the corpse. It let out a low moan.

            Slowly, Valentina Culebra's body began lifting off the ground, almost spirit-like. "Teme a la picadura de la culebra." she murmured, her eyes blank, stating straight ahead at her killer. She raised her hand. Slowly, it turned into the same shade of blue the pool of blood around her had been earlier. "An eye for an eye, young one..." The body of the elderly woman then exploded into a cloud of ash, falling into a pile on the floor.

            "What the psyduck..." Rex exclaimed as he fell to his knees. Pain seared his chest, his hand clutching at the space above his heart. His breathing intensified, becoming ragged and he coughed profusely, spitting up blood that was bizarrely blue. "What did the crazy rattata do to me..?"

            Emmett had been standing, just watching the situation play out. He did not expect the old hag to go down that easily. The curse she casted on her death came even more unexpected.
            "Don't worry about your mother, Toni, you're better off without her. To be honest, her breath stinks, and the smell sticks on you." Emmett blinked, and appeared next to Culebra leader, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I'll take your corpse to the bar afterwards, and we'll drink through your grief, okay?"

            Antonio flung his arm out, forcing Emmett to blink back a few paces and then flung a fireball at him forcing him back even further.
            "You'll die for that. Slowly and painfully." the head of the Culebra clan had fury in his eyes as he turned to his ever-present komodo dragon and spoke, his voice ringing with magic "Kill him. Slowly. Rip him limb from limb and leave him to bleed out."

            The enormous lizard moved forwards towards it's prey, tongue flicking hungrily as it tasted the air, intent on obeying it's orders.It flung towards Emmett, with incredible speed. The outlaw blinked away, and the lizard stood still for a second, trying to pick up his smell. The komodo dragon rushed towards an alley, and disappeared from sight.

            Rex watched briefly as Emmett and his reptilian pursuer disappeared from sight, keeping tabs on the outlaw by means of the spell he had placed on him. Rex coughed again, more of the unnerving blue blood landing in the dirt.
            "I didn't think the runt had it in him, not bad." Rex half-chuckled, turning his attention back to Antonio who was now pointing a revolver to Rex's head. "Back to the main event Culebra." Rex said with a snarl, picking himself back up to his feet.



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            Don’t let it drag on


            Emmett reappeared on the top of a building. He saw the huge lizard running through the streets. It was incredibly fast, and Emmett was sure he wouldn’t be able to outrun it. It came straight towards the building he was on, its tongue flicking through the air, tasting Emmett’s smell. Emmett disappeared, reappearing above the Komodo dragon. He pulled his legs in, bracing to kick the lizard with his full force. When his feet landed on the monster, however, he did not feel the beast move in the slightest. The spikes on his shoes did nothing to the beast, who lunged his head backwards, letting his teeth sink in the outlaws arm. Emmett fell, his arm bleeding. He blinked away, and appeared inside one of the houses.
            “I’ll be out in a second. I’m fighting this monster in the street and he kind of bit me,” he said to the inhabitants. He made his hand lit up, and dragged it over his wound. While he was doing this, he walked around the room. In the house lived three people, a father, a mother, and their son, who was crawling around on the floor at the moment, not fazed by the stranger in his house. The parents looked at Emmett in confusion, though, with their eyes opened wide. The mother wanted to open her mouth, but at that moment the door broke down, and the Komodo dragon entered. Emmett grabbed the kid.
            “Keep that beast busy, and I might give him back,” he yelled. The parents screamed in fear. The father grabbed a broomstick, and started to aggressively poke the Komodo dragon with it. The lizard put his teeth in the broom, and forced the father on the ground, by pushing and pulling it around. Emmett saw the beast being distracted, and ran for the window, kid still held in his hands. He jumped through it, shattering the glass. He landed on his feet and started running again. He heard agonizing screams from the house, and he assumed the monster was tearing the parents apart. The kid started crying, loudly.
            “Parents have never been good for anyone, don’t worry,” he said to the boy, a big smile on his face, as he lunged him through the air. “Hang on! I wouldn’t know to what, but hang on to it.” Emmett blinked to where the kid was, and caught him in midair.
            “You’re slowing me down kid,” Emmett said grumpily, “I so hope for you that komodo dragons eat kids, because otherwise I’m going to put you through hell.” He threw the toddler again, and appeared at his landing spot.
            The lizard was nearing, with his incredible speed. Emmett prepared himself, holding the kid under his arm, and having his gun in the other. He wasn’t very experienced with using either as a weapon, so this was going to be a fun and exciting, new, experience. He had a spell that synergized with his gun, letting him fire ice bullets, without having to reload. He hoped to harm the Komodo dragon with those bullets once he opened his mouth. He assumed those beast didn’t have scales on the inside. Out of nowhere the beast took a turn.
            “Hey, man, I’m over here okay,” Emmett said, with a tone of disappointment in his voice, “I’ve even got you a treat!” He held the kid up high. He put the down, the kid still crying. It did not move on the ground, except for the flailing of his little limbs. “That thing’s gotta earn his treats,” Emmett said. “I’m not going to reward you for bad behavior,” he yelled now. The beast jumped through the air, out of nowhere, and hit Emmett’s side. The full weight of its body pushed Emmett to the ground. The dragon opened its jaw, showing his extremely sharp rows of teeth, covered in green saliva. He lunged at Emmett’s head, and closed his jaw, catching nothing but air. The outlaw was now behind him.
            “Ha, suck it,” Emmett said, and he thrusted his crotch towards the beast. The beast flung out again, this time aiming for Emmett’s crotch, but again, when he closed his jaw, his prey disappeared. Hands grabbed his tail mid-air. The beast was extremely heavy, and Emmett’s attempted at spinning it around and throwing it failed horribly. Instead of the beast obeying Emmett’s movement, Emmett obeyed the beasts, and he was pulled forwards with the beast. He wrapped his feet around his back, and put his hands on each side of the jaw, trying to force the monstrous mouth open. Slowly there was some movement, and Emmett spit out the water he had filled his mouth with, following it up with an ice cold breath that froze the water. He grabbed his gun, and strains of water vapor pulled towards it. He put the gun into the side of the Komodo dragon’s mouth, and shot. It twitched in pain, and made an agonizing sound. Emmett laughed. He did not expect the beast to make such pathetic noises. He conjured another ice bullet and fired again. Blood came out of the mouth, and it smelled horrible. The third ice bullet made it stop moving.
            “Ow man, I hope Toni’s got another one of these,” he giggled, “I wouldn’t mind another one to play with.”
            He ran towards one of the houses. He blinked inside, and quickly ran towards the first knife he saw, ignoring the inhabitants. He grabbed a big, sharp knife, and a piece of cloth, and blinked out again. Back at the Komodo dragon, he tore up the insides with the knife, and tried to get as much gore out as possible. He used the piece of cloth as a feather, and the blood as ink, and wrote in childish, rushed handwriting: ‘FROSTFIRE DEMON’, next to the Komodo dragon. He put a big, fat line under it. He tried to cut a part of the beast of to show to Antonio in a minute, but the beasts scales were really though. He managed to get a couple teeth out, though. He grabbed the piece of cloth, and walked over to the toddler that was still lying on the ground, crying. He threw to stinking, filthy piece towards it.
            “It might get cold tonight,” he said, smiling, and he walked away. “See, mom, I do care for other people.”

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            “Now father, before you see him, I must say, he is…” He stopped to think of a word that would best justify the stature of his sickly young child “….still young.” Arthur sighed, in utter defeat as he greeted his father into his home. He was trying to make excuses for the sickly young child waiting to make his father’s acquaintance.
            “I’m proud son.” His father seemed to be ignorant of his disquietude. “You’ve done so well for yourself at such a young age; now you’ve had a child.” The 25 year old, smiled as he acknowledged his father’s praise. “Your mother would’ve been proud to, I’m sure.” He continued on, mentioning Arthur’s deceased mother.
            The two arrived upstairs, and into then in the presence of Sally, who had just put the child to sleep.
            “It’s been a long time Cornelius.” She smiled invitingly. “How was your trip?” She took his coat and placed it on the head of the bed, while her husband pulled up a couple of chairs next to the cradle. Cornelius sat down on the chair, ignoring Sally’s question. He looked into the cradle. His expression unchanging.
            “He seems small, and pale doesn’t he?” He stated quite forwardly. Subconsciously he was making quite an abrupt statement. Sally immediately jumped to the defence of her child. Subconsciously, she was being very combative.
            “He’s wonderful though, isn’t he Arthur.” She bit her lip as she said it, knowing she wanted to say something else. She was almost throwing him into the fire. Arthur sensed the hostility between the two. It wasn’t a particular situation he wanted to get in the middle of.
            “Yes, of course.” Arthur laughed awkwardly. He had to change the subject as discreetly as possible. “We named him Achilles.” His father glared at him in the corner of his eye. “A name derived from Greek mythology,” The volume of his voice lowered as he continued “like you own.” He almost balled up, by the time he’d finished his sentence. He realised that was just as testing a subject. He needed a new one. “So, what does the ‘grey Nimbus’ get up to these days?” His demeanour became much more slouched and his language more colloquial as his nerves grew.
            “I’ve no interest in sharing tales of my travels.” He said sternly. He looked at Sally, then at Achilles, his expression still vacant. “Maybe tomorrow.” He continued with an empty tone.

            Achilles followed Charlotte through the back rooms of the building that she’d brought him to. They arrived at a small room with three people discussing what seemed like trivial issues. There was a large man, with messy, almost grizzly hair. His face looked as though it had been through a lot, it was worn with scars and bruises. His un-kept beard shook as he shoved a beer bottle in his mouth. In the other Sofa, was a man that seemed to be his polar opposite, a man that appeared quite effeminate. His hair was down, and shoulder length. The final member of Charlotte’s group was a child, no older than 10.
            “Guys, this is Black, he’s gonna be joining the squad.” Their conversation was cut short by Charlotte’s presence. She had clear authority over the group, which amazed Achilles. The large man was the first to break the Silence.
            “Typical of Charlotte to bring home some delicate pretty boy.” He laughed. He was met by a scowl by Charlotte, but tested his bravery by continuing. “How about you bring some real men back here for once.” He stood up to inspect Achilles. Which the bounty hunter felt very uncomfortable with. “Or at least some damn eye candy.” He grunted. Charlotte simply ignored the request, with a roll of her eyes. The other two didn’t take much notice of Achilles at first. So Charlotte decided to introduce them.
            “Black, this is Travis,” she pointed to the long haired man, who nodded in response. “Cleveland,” she pointed towards the large man.
            “Hey.” He grunted to Achilles in response to his introduction.
            “and Felix.” She said pointing at the child. The boy continued to ignore Achilles. Charlotte sat down in one the couch with Cleveland, while Felix and Travis occupied the other one. “This is my gang.” She smiled. Achilles had worked that much out, but decided to keep his judgements to himself. “I’m gonna be the best damn gang boss since Jebadiah Rush.” She pointed to herself triumphantly. Achilles’ gaze remained vacant, as the rest of the gang grinned at each other. “Might even kill the man myself.” She continued. Those words caught Achilles’ attention.
            “Jebadiah Rush?” Though his face was still vacant, his tone suggested he was intrigued. Charlotte nodded in response. “I was under the impression the man was just a legend. I’m certain he doesn’t exist.” His brow was raised as the words came out. Charlottes scoffed in response. Before she could respond, Travis began snickering. He was sat furthest from her; so he felt safe to do so, while Cleveland was forced to restrain himself. Charlotte took a big sigh, and shook her head.
            “Something funny, Travis?” She asked rhetorically. He couldn’t respond. Charlotte’s frustration had made him erupt into full laughter. That was worsened by the fact that Cleveland could no longer restrain himself either. Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave.” She groaned.
            “Oh, come on Charlotte don’t tell me you’re gonna sulk.” Travis cackled. “Look,” He managed to compose himself long enough to take on an explanatory tone. “the guy’s had a bounty forever, none of us have ever met anyone that’s seen him, he ain’t real.” He stated very matter of fact.
            “No one’s ever seen the old Spider hag, yet you piss yourself every time I suggest we go there.” Her tone was heightened in defence.
            “I’ve met her.” Achilles added. His interjection was met by a steely glare. He refrained from speaking from that point on.
            “Maybe before you aim so high, you should shoot within your range.” The small boy livened up. They all looked at him in confusion. He pulled a wanted poster from under the cushion. On it, was a picture of Bernie Brutus. “Isn’t it about time we took over our own territory?” He grinned menacingly. Charlotte smiled in agreement.
            Achilles and Cleveland rode into town. Upon discovering Achilles had no access to magic, and no weapon, Charlotte insisted Cleveland take him to the town’s new blacksmith. If they were to take on Bernie, they’d need to make sure everyone could fight. Normally they’d just go to a gun store, but the man they were visiting had a special talent.
            “A blacksmith?” Achilles questioned as they walked into the store. There were a few swords on display, and prices beneath them, but other than that the shop was bare. There was no furnace, no anvil, no blade moulders. It wasn’t very often that Achilles went to a sword store but he expected more than what was there.
            “Hey, how can I help you goo-” A voice called out, but stopped when it caught sight of the two men. “Ach-”
            “Black.” Achilles interrupted him before the man could say his full name. He looked at Cleveland, who hadn’t seemed to notice the near mishap. “I’ll handle this.” He said plainly. The larger man nodded and left Achilles alone with the blacksmith.

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              Anima heaved the sack of stolen gunpowder on to his shoulder. The suffering had subsided, but the effects of lugging around the weight became tiring, Anima flopped the mound of gunpowder in the blood stained trailer. The carcasses of the horses laid by the wayside. Their stench was a beacon to the Vultures. Cerberus was hooked on the front of the trailer. The horse was a large black equine beauty that blended with the harsh dark azure of the sky. It's hind was a spotted white, on it's head was white line. The muscular legs pulsated with it's breathing. Cerberus had been used as a work horse, he was used to this load he was to carry. Anima mounted the beast, feeling the heart beat, feeling the strong back of the creature. Pressing his boots in to the body of the horse, Cerberus began to trot.

              The winds were heavy, a cold breeze hushed a veil of silence among travailers, Anima found his way back to Fairbell, he hooked up Cerberus up to the stable. Unloading the sacks he dragged them across the ground, leaving a muddy eddy of blood caked in the trail, he walked over to the Gunshop. Gripping the brass handl, he rotated the knob, the handle jarred against the lock bolt. Anima rattled the door handle. He banged the door.
              Anima applied an impatience to his usual monotonous voice. "Horatio, I've dealt with it."

              Drool meandered down his chin, his breath stank of alcohol. His pits had been darkened by a dank patch of sweat. His snore grated against Anima's ears. His wild eyes opened, before heaving himself off of the stool. He fumbled for the key, finding the correct one, he slotted it in to the lock, his palms clammy from sweat. Anima pushed open the door, the door shunted Horatio backwards. He fell back on to his stool. Anima stepped in and shut the door. Horatio started to gargle some nonsensical gabble. His spittle sprayed as he talk.
              "Hmmhf... new ass... ghrahsphffff... killllll..." His jibberish slushed in to slurred indistinct murmmuring.
              Anima struck Horatio in the gob. "Give me what you said you would."
              Horatio recovered from the hit, a red mark imprinting in to his cheek. Horatio stared at Anima momentarily, he brought out a sack of money. "I don't see why you need this, José, why don't you just do what you usually do? Send a message back-" Anima turned away from the fat man, he was becoming a liability. His usefulness was waning. Drunk, he knew things that nobody else knew, and could tell anyone. Especially, when he finds out the truth. Anima decided it, declaring it in his mind. He would have to kill Horatio Dartmoor. At that moment, Horatio felt a choking sensation, forcing him to stop talking, a sharp needle entered in to his neck. His vision became a swirling soup of colour, his voice seized up. His legs became giddy and weak. His body fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over with a glassy shine. Anima was surprised. He hadn't made his move, yet he still got the benefits. Anima felt his throat touch a cold metal object. His back became warm, the warmth as if two bodies were near. He could see the spine of a hunting knife, he could smell the odor of an additional body, an arm clenched around his stomach. He was trapped
              An accented woman's voice whispered in to his ear. "Unless you want to choose the same fate as your friend-"
              "He's not my friend." Anima interrupted, unimpressed by this situation.
              After a moment of stunned silence, she continued. "You'd better listen to me."
              Anima grinned, he noticed a similarity he couldn't put his finger on. "Surely, Your one of those who believe that by killing me, if even possible before he wills it, will punish me?" Anima took the silence as a signal that he had began to triumph. "Anyway, thank you for dealing with that pest."
              "You...- You wanted to kill him?"
              "Yes."
              The woman's voice became more confident, "Why would that be? He overpriced his guns? Didn't give you your cut? You know, you all think the same."
              "None of those reasons, actually. He was an obstacle in my way, Tell me, why did you kill him?"
              "None of your buisness."
              "Too bad, I wanted some entertainment from you before you died."
              The woman gasped as Anima blinked behind her back, drawing his dagger and gently resting it against her kneck. Anima remained staring at the assortment of weapons on the wall. "Oh, look how our circumstances have changed. Let me now have a stab at guessing." At the word stab, he playfully ran his dagger up and down her neck with a tenderness of a caressing gesture. "Theif? Hired? No, lover's feud? That would be novel. Perhaps you would mind a little pat down." Anima slid his left hand down her body, briefly touching her hips in which she reacted with a inhale of air. She thought he was going to rape her. A punishment Anima didn't understand, he felt a rectangular object in a small sheath attached to her belt. "Interesting, a sorceress."
              "You'll regret-"
              "Hush, Horatio's sleeping." Anima grinned. "Now, I think this was just a small misunderstanding, You are obviously a talented killer. I think you'd do better in service to Gaudium."
              "What do you mean?" She bit her lip, Gaudium... Gaudium... She repeated the name in her head. Until a name entered her head. Anima.
              "You are an admirable assassin, I'll let you live, if you aid me." Anima always had a very hard time trying to understand how people thought of death as a punishment.
              "I'm interested" The woman's interest was piqued.
              "However, first, I need your name." Anima asked.

              "I am the Redeeming Shadow, Chieftain of the Shizheé tribe."

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              Old May 29th, 2015 (11:38 AM).
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              The Calm Before the Storm


              Arthur strolled plainly, through the fair, with a young Achilles perched gleefully on his shoulders. The child gazed in awe, as he saw visually stunning magic shows for the first time. He watched the blue flames blend delightfully with shining golden lightning. His mother laughed at his stunned expression.
              “Looks like you made the right choice, He’s really enjoying himself.” She giggled. The child took no notice of her, as he was far too caught up in the amazing shows. Arthur turned to his wife and chuckled along with her.
              The young boy was snapped out of his state of awe by a butterfly that pitched on his nose. His mother noticed, but decided to wait for the child’s reaction before making a fuss. Achilles’ regained his awe, but now at the sight of the colourful insect that reverted from roosting on his face, to sitting on his hand. Sally smiled at the sight of her child embracing nature.
              As it tried to fly away, the butterfly was swatted by a panicked Arthur. The child was left in a state of despair. Sally nudged her husband, and glared at him. He was confused at first until Sally gestured towards the crying baby sitting on his shoulders. She grabbed her son, in an attempt to calm him down.
              “Sorry I-” He began, as he scratched his head apologetically. Sally didn’t notice him, as she held the still crying child close to her.
              Ten minutes had passed, and the child was still crying. The parents concern was rising as the child’s stamina was very unusual.
              “Achilles honey, it’s just a butterfly, we’ll find you a new one.” Sally attempted to explain the situation, but of course the toddler was too young to fully comprehend what his mother was saying. His crying was slowed by the arrival of one of the fairs performers who noticed the child’s persistent wailing.
              “What happened here?” The man asked calmly. Sally gestured to the dead butterfly; to which the man simply grinned in response. He lowered himself to get a closer look at the dead insect. “Don’t worry, I got this.” He picked up the bug and put his hands over it. After a few seconds, he opened his hands again, and the butterfly flew away. Achilles began to calm down as the butterfly flew away.
              “Tha-That was amazing.” Sally watched in awe, as the formerly dead insect flew away.
              “Don’t mention it.” The man grinned as he walked away. “Astral Storm by the way, I get the feeling that name will come up again.” The family watched in awe as the man named Astral Storm walked off into the distance. The child however, maintained his focus on the revived butterfly.
              “Care to explain what you’re doin’ on my turf?” The man groaned. Achilles looked over at the displays. He completely evaded the question.
              “Selling swords, Isaac?” Achilles inquired, as he fondled one of the blades on display. Isaac clearly didn’t have the patience to deal with Achilles’ mind games. It was only then that he noticed the sling holding his arm.
              “The hell happened to you?” Though his concern was genuine, he masked it with a tone that resembled mocking. Achilles looked down at the sling and shrugged.
              “Fight.” He kept his response concise, which annoyed Isaac. Luckily the man was knew Achilles well enough to work it out.
              “You ran in to Coady didn’t you.” he smiled, almost laughing. “I guess you got your just deserts.” He quickly finished his light chuckle and became more serious. “You can’t return to Orhurst like that, you know how your parents would be; I don’t imagine Hazel would be too pleased either.” He inspected the arm in more detail. Achilles sighed. As much as he hated it, Isaac was right. “What did the crazy bastard do to you?” Isaac continued, reverting to his previous tone. Achilles’ lack of response was made less frustrating by the fact Isaac wasn’t expecting one. “So, any leads on the kid?” He changed the subject for better or worse. He knew Coady and Achilles had a complex relationship and felt it wasn’t worth staying on that topic. He finally got a response out of the acting bounty hunter, who simply shook his head. “Well she sure as hell isn’t in Gilded Brook.” He groaned remorsefully. Another relationship he had no interest in getting into was the one between Achilles and Coady’s sister, Hazel. Achilles pulled the broken blade from his satchel and handed it to Isaac. In response, the larger man simply nodded, and placed it on the table behind him. “Any thoughts on a particular design?” He said looking back, already with his hands hovering over the sword. Achilles looked back at him, with his typical blank stare, but never gave a verbal response. “I’ll improvise.” He continued. Achilles gave a simple nod in response. Isaac continued to use his magic on the blade, and it began to grow in response. Slowly, the metal expanded, and thinned as it did so. As it grew, it blackened in colour. The shape was refined, and the blade was sharpened. Isaac looked down at his work with an expression of disappointment.
              “Thanks.” Achilles grumbled, as he walked out of the store.
              “That’s it? No name? No personalised tweaks?” Isaac asked in disappointment. Achilles shrugged. He felt no need for such trivial things, but he decided to indulge Isaac. He ignored the third question.
              “Astral Storm?” He suggested plainly. Isaac grinned and nodded in approval of the name. Achilles continued on his way out of the door.
              “I’m comin’ with.” Isaac announced suddenly. “There’s no way I’m lettin’ you die down here.” He grabbed his own large sword before catching up to Achilles.
              After regrouping with Cleveland, Achilles and Isaac headed to back to Charlotte’s. Charlotte, Travis and Felix were waiting outside when they arrived.
              “Ummm…” Charlotte raised her eyebrow, as she pointed to Isaac in confusion.
              “An old friend.” He grinned, in a coy manner. There was a short moment of silence, before he stated his name. “Isaac.” He continued, his coy grin, now a frown of disappointment.
              “What and he’s just coming with us?” Her tone full of frustration. Achilles nodded plainly and continued to walk. “Charlotte watched as the new duo walked past her down the road. She sighed, and gesture for the rest of her squad to follow along. “Fine you’re with us then.” She announced with a groan. Travis began to laugh at his team leader.
              “To keep an eye on them right?” He said mockingly. Charlotte glared back at him.
              “Obviously.” She said sharply. She nodded to Travis, Felix and Cleveland. The trio nodded back before heading off in a different direction. Charlotte smiled with excitement, before catching up to Achilles and Isaac.

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              Old May 30th, 2015 (3:50 AM).
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              Rex looked at Antonio Culebra with a fierce look of disdain, the head of the Culebra Clan had more than earned this in the eyes of Rex. Rex felt the magic flow through him as he produced a pulse of magnetism at a reverse polarity to Antonios's gun.

              The weapon flew back, Antonio still gripping the weapon, causing him to sway backwards as the gun struggled o free itself from his grasp.
              "Too easy." Rex spat as he pulled his own revolver out aimed it at his chest and pulled the trigger.

              The bullet never exited the gun. In a flash, the gang boss raised his hand, releasing a wave of heat at his attacker, instantly melting the barrel of the revolver and welding it shut. "You have no idea what you brought upon yourself." he muttered, still struggling to keep hold of his weapon.

              Rex tossed aside his melted revolver, striding over to the struggling Anotnio. With a growl, Rex punched Antonio hard in the face knocking I'm backwards onto the ground as he ended his spell on the gun. As the weapon fell, Rex caught it.

              Adjusting the stolen weapon in his grip Rex trained the weapon on Antonio's head. "Do me a favour and just die already. You're becoming a pest."

              "Funny you're the one saying that, Flinders." he heard Antonio speak behind him, followed by a sharp blow to the back of his head, causing him to fall forward onto the body he thought was Antonio's. Instead, it was that of a shopkeeper. He realized the 'gun' he was holding was actually a broken bottle the shopkeeper was holding.

              Rex howled with rage, flipping onto his back and blasting Antonio with an enormous fireball. Rex refused to be made a fool of by the Culebra. "I will not fail to kill a second rate outlaw like yourself, Culebra. Just accept your fate so I can leave your bloody corpse behind me already!"

              Antonio flicked his hand, sending the fireball off its course and causing it to smash into a nearby building, effectively setting it on fire. Then, he snapped his finger again, instantly setting the back of Rex's head aflame.

              One would have expected Rex to scream with the back of his head ablaze, but instead a disturbing laugh emanated from the outlaw instead. The flame on Rex's head slowly dwindled away, leaving his hair singed but otherwise causing no real harm.

              "You and the old rattata always thought you were hot muk with that marking magic of yours. I was so impressed with myself when I worked out how to do it... until I realized how easy it is. You always thought you were better than me, but honestly you don't hold a candle."

              At that Rex smirked at Antonio as in, a similar fashion, he burst into flames. "Like I said, easy."

              The latter grunted gritted his teeth as he hurriedly cast a spell to turn off the flames. The psyducker learned some tricks from us... He isn't as weak as he used to be. he thought. Leaving no time for them to rest, he rushed forward towards Rex, brandishing what seemed to be a purple blade of solidified venom. If I can mark him where I want to...

              "New trick there, Culebra." Rex sneered, summoning forth a thick wall of Earth between Antonio and himself. He then altered the spell slightly, making the wall fall forwards to crush his enemy "Not going to help you though."

              Raising his sword defensively in front of him, Antonio stopped and blinked to the side, nearly avoiding getting crushed by the wall. Shielding himself from the pieces of rock and dirt that flew off towards him as the wall broke under its own weight, he continued pressing forward, and blinked in front of rex just in time to inflict a cut diagonally across his stomach.

              Rex staggered back, doubling over the cut and pressing his hands to it, groaning at the pain as blood dripped onto the dirt. Antonio moved forward to press his advantage, however this was a foolish mistake. As Antonio moved closer, Rex smirked. Once his target was close enough, Rex lunged forward swinging at uppercut into Antonio's chin knocking him backwards as a spike erupted from the group below him. Antonio fell back onto the spike with a scream, the front of the stalagmite now protruding from his abdomen.

              As Antonio screamed and howled in his agony, Rex healed the thin gash across his body before moving over to the Culebra outlaw. Rex grabbed Antonio's ear by the chin, squeezing hard as he lifted the Culebra's head.

              "How ironic, all these years you were a thorn in my side... and now I've put one through you. But this is nothing compared to the years of torment I endured from you and that old rattata. I came here planning to kill you, to put an end to this irritating grudge. I've decided that I like your screams though. You don't get to die until you've suffered for as many years as I did. You're coming with me, Culebra, and you are not going to like it."

              Antonio was too busy gasping for breath and preventing himself from passing out to reply. Just... one... more...

              Antonio drew back his fist and punched Antonio hard in the face, knocking him out. He then pulled the unconscious man from the spike and begun to head back to his hideout.




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              Old June 2nd, 2015 (8:54 AM). Edited July 30th, 2015 by Ice.
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              First day on the job

              The sun was setting and a rooftop was graced by a shadowy figure, with a poncho blowing graciously in the wind. The wind played with his hair, and the sun reflected from his gun.

              And then Emmett got pulled off the roof. As if an invisible wall smashed into him, he just got his face squished, and he got thrown backwards. For some reason nothingness dragged him across the rooftop, and he was accelerating. The unseen force launched him of the rooftop, and he floated for a second, as his body shot full speed ahead into the dirt. It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling, his whole body getting slammed on the ground at the speed of a horse.
              When he arrived at his destination, which he really couldn't locate, he just let himself be dragged after a while. Inside, Rex was waiting for him.

              "You took your time getting here Runt, did you know that? I prefer my men to be bit less tardy." Rex nudged Emmett with his foot, not particularly caring that a nudge from someone as burly as himself to the far smaller Emmett was enough to make him fall back down as he tried to stand up.
              "You really should take a look at your hiring procedure then. I can't say it's a very thorough interview," Emmett said, "and I can't make your stupid 'drag me out of the middle of nowhere to wherever you want me to go' spell go faster." He stood up, this time a little bit further away from Rex's dirt covered boot.

              Rex leaned in towards Emmett slightly, effectively shortening the distance between them.
              "I hope you're not implying that you being late is my fault ya little muk," Rex said with a grin that was half-amused and half-irritated "that's the sort of stupid thing people who like to lose all there teeth do."

              Rex grabbed Emmett by the collar of his shirt and dragged him further into his hideout, it was quite different from the Culebras' hideout, appearing to be housed within an old abandoned mine.
              "From now on, you're working for me. That means this is going to be your home until you inevitably get yourself killed. Got it?"

              Emmett sighed. "You sound like my last boss," he giggled, "and you know what happened to him." He stood up, and paced around the mineshaft, looking at the dull scenery. "Ya know, you could really use some decoration here. I'm thinking, and just hear me out okay, that if you fill this wall with the skulls of your enemies, and you could take out the tracks for a..." A smack hit Emmett right in the back of the head.

              "Let us not forget that I happened to Antonio Culebra" Rex said menacingly "and that comparing me to him is a good way to end up sharing his cage. I'm sure he'd like some company whilst his finger and toenails are repeatedly pulled out and regrown, or when we drop hot wax on his back, or even when we let him play with the scorpions."

              Emmett laughed. "Just tell me if you need any help with that. I'm free most of the time, and otherwise you'll have to ask my boss to reschedule," Emmett started whispering, "he's a bit of a grumpy guy, so be careful with that," and he went back to his normal voice again, "anyway, this whole working for you, does that include actual work, or does it mainly involve me making fun of you? Because I'm totally fine with it, and with that beard you're totally asking for it."

              Rex responded to Emmett's jibing with a hard punch to his recently-healed gut, causing the younger outlaw to once again fall to the floor. Rex then pulled Emmett back to his feet by his hair, forcing his gaze up to his own.
              "If you keep that up, it's going to involve a lot of me beating the muk out of you. For the moment though I have other things in mind. It needs to be a nobody like you, and since you love getting yourself into dangerous situations I think you'll be pleased with your assignment... because I'm telling you that you're psyducking pleased with it. Got it so far?"

              "Sounds like fun,' Emmett said, but it came out very weakly, "just go ahead and tell me where to go, and I'll do your work for you." Under his breath, he added 'lazy bastard', hoping that Rex would not hear it.

              "I'll let that slide since you'll probably die on the job." Rex said, chucking deviously "You're going to go and pay a visit to the local lock-up in Spider's Hollow. I want you to let out a few guys and salvage their spell books before they get burned. I suggest you get going. Oh, and don't try and set me up or flee because I'll know and you won't like what happens if I find out about that."

              "Okay, I'll be back when I'll be back," Emmet said. He walked out backwards, waving to Rex. "See you soon. Best wishes and all. Give your mom my regards, and tell her that she's wonderful!" Emmett blew a hand kiss, and then suddenly, he was gone.

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              On the Railway

              "Honey, have you checked on Maria?" A voice came from beside Jeb.

              "I just put her to bed not fifteen minutes ago. I'm sure she's fine." He licked his fingers and turned the page of the law book he was reading.

              "Well, she hasn't made any sounds for a while now. She's been awful quiet lately. I'm worried there might be something wrong with her. I just-"

              "Listen darlin', she's our little angel. Ain't nothin' that could be wrong with her. She's sounds like you, smells like you, hell the only thing I got in common with her is her little pot belly." Jeb chuckled lightly as the woman laying next to him in bed.

              The woman wrapped her arms around his."I know, it's just. I don't know. I keep getting this weird feeling that things won't always be so good as they are now."

              "Well, just don't you have them thoughts then. I won't ever let anything happen to you. I mean that. Now give me a kiss so we can go to bed. We've both got a big day tomorrow." Jeb turned over to kiss the woman who was there next to him, but when he put his lips on hers she turned to ash.

              The body that had been comforting him and warming him was now simply a pile of black and grey. He piled the ash up in his hands, cold as it was and stared at it slack jawed. He reached around trying to pile up as much of it as he could and then simply fell over on top of it. His lips started to quiver and tears threatened to run out of his eyes as he hit his fist against the side of the bed.

              "I told you everything wouldn't always be alright." The voice was still light, it beckoned for him to listen. "I told you. But you just never listened to anything I said. Now look at us Jeb." The voice rang through his ears, vibrating off of imaginary walls and bouncing around inside of his head.

              "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just wanted us to be happy together. It's all I ever wanted. I thought I could keep you safe. I never knew..." Tears started streaming down his face and the house around him started to shake and fall apart.

              "You just never listen Jeb. Not to me, not to your father, not to anybody that cares about you."

              The voice had went from a bittersweet coo to a painful screech in Jeb's head.

              "AAAAAHHHH!" Jeb screamed out, pulling both guns from their holsters and flailing his arms about as he woke up.

              Alice sat there staring and cowering in the corner.

              "You were crying and shaking. I... I tried to wake you but..."

              Jeb looked around him. It was just a dream. He let out a relieved sigh and took his hat off his head. He ran his hand through his hair and leaned back.

              "It's nothing. Just a bad dream." He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked over to the girl. "How long I been asleep?"

              "Well... about three or so hours. I've just been..." her eyes wandered towards her spellbook.

              "I see. So, then we should almost be there." Jeb holstered his guns and put his hat back on. "You hungry kid? There should be something to eat around here somewhere." He stood up and stretched.

              Suddenly, the door connecting the carriage to the one in front of it flung open. "What's the hell's going on here?" Bear called out as he stepped inside, gun in his hand. "You guys in trouble or something?"

              Alice cleared her throat. She stood up and dusted herself. "No, I was just a little hungry."

              He raised an eyebrow and holstered his gun. "Well maybe next time you need something you should ask instead of screaming like a cow." he said.

              Alice momentarily glanced over at Jeb. "Sorry." she muttered, bowing her head.

              "Right. If you folks want something to eat, come over to the next carriage. Might be the last time you get to eat in a while." Bear chuckled, mentioning for them to follow him.

              "Thanks. Come on Maria, let's go get you something to eat." he held his hand out to Alice.

              The latter looked around, confused. She opened her mouth to say something.

              Jeb shook his head almost immediately. "Sorry, my bad. Alice, let's go get you something to eat."

              After a moment of hesitation, Alice put her hand in his and then walked out of the room they were in. As they started down the hallway, Jeb nudged her slightly.

              "Thank you." he mouthed.

              She looked at him for a moment and then looked away as they came into the next carriage.

              Inside, the three other members of their dastardly 'crew' were sitting around a small fire. It didn't seem to be burning on anything, meaning it was probably fueled magically. Sophia and Jack seemed to be actively conversing on something, each holding their spellbooks.

              "G-good god... Now I kn-know why you got kicked out s-skyrith..." the latter stuttered, shaking his head.

              "Piss off. I didn't get kicked, I left the mukhole myself. Their teaching sucked ass anyway." Sophia scoffed.

              Jack looked up when he saw the other come in. "Oh, h-hey. W-what happened b-back there? Any p-problems?"

              "Ah, nothing interesting. Kid was hungry and I told her to wait. She got pissy and started hittin' me. She been spendin' too much time with that lil timebomb over there, I say." he motioned with his head over towards where Sophia was.

              "Right, since everyone's awake, might as well have those now." Bear said, heading for a crate in the corner of the carriage. Easily pulling off the top, he took out a few rolls which looked akin to grey-green bread. He tossed one in Jeb's direction, and three others at his fellow outlaws.

              "The hell is this? It looks rotten." Jeb groaned as he broke a piece off for the kid.

              "Compressed bread. Been trying to make these forever. They basically got everything to fill you up for a day, only you only hafta eat once. Tastes like muk, though." Bear replied, sniffing the bread and cringing at the smell. He glanced at Alice. "Don't eat it too fast, kid. This ain't too light on your stomach."

              "Hmm." Jeb eyed the bread before tearing off a small piece from one of the edges with his teeth. "Oh gawd. You weren't lyin'. This muk's disgustin'. Do you have like... anything to wash this down with? I'd literally rather eat horse muk. I can barely keep it down."

              Bear laughed, and sat back down near the fire. "Well then tough luck, brother. This might be the only muk you're getting for days. Haven't got any water on me."

              Sophia eyed the food she was given. "Eh... I'll pass for now." she grimaced and took off a small piece of the bread, giving it to Nico.

              The six of them sat in silence for a while, eating their food and staring blankly into the flames. Suddenly, the girl which they had been introduced to earlier spoke up. "We need to review our plan of action." she said. She had an accent similar to Antonio's, and a quiet but firm voice suggesting she was probably some sort of spy. Under her hood, a serpent hissed, as if agreeing to what she had said.

              "Alright, so our explanation was kinda short. A refresher would be nice." Jeb scooted in closer so that they didn't have to talk too loud.

              Bear coughed as he swallowed another disguisting piece of the food. He cleared his throat. "So the boss made it pretty clear. We get to Wrench, guide takes us to where we think the book is, we take the book, and we leave. All the while we watch out for other bastards who want to take the book too. If anyone asks, we're all handymen or builders - except for the kid." he pointed out, looking at Alice.

              "And what do we do if the guide is dead? There is a possibility they were taken down." Marzia asked, frowning. "We must oversee every possibility."

              "Well-" Bear began.

              "That's what I'm here for, isn't it?" Alice exclaimed. "I know Wrench like the back of my hand, my stepmother lives there!"

              Bear shrugged, and turned back to face Marzia. "Guess that's solved."

              Jeb rubbed his chin as he listened. "Sounds simple enough. Of course, something's always going to go wrong. That's just the way this world works. Like what if it's all a setup and by the time we get there, there's a group waiting to gun us down as we open the doors? Maybe we should try jumping before we get all the way there just in case. It would be nice if we had horses but... hmm. Nevermind." Jeb sighed and then took off his hat and ran his hand through his greasy hair. "Back to stuff that's actually important."

              "P-probably not. Y-yes, this operation's r-risky, but the boss does his j-jobs w-well." Jack replied.

              Sophia sighed, snatching her spellbook from the latter's hands. "I'm tired as muk, now. I know the boss said not to sleep, but I really need some shuteye if I'm gonna be a goddamn commando tomorrow." she said, standing up. "Just wake me up if any important muk happens." And with that, she left the group, moving on to the next carriage.

              Jeb watched as Sophia walked away, and then he scooted over next to the guy she was just talking to. "So. Buddy." He put his arm around him and leaned in close. "What were you two doing just then? And uh, what's yer relations lookin'?"

              Jack blushed at the question. "W-wha? A w-while ago? I was j-just teaching her a n-new spell, it's all."

              Jeb chuckled lightly. "That so eh?" He looked behind him in the direction that Sophia had gone. "You uh, got an interest in teachin' her some more 'spells'? If you catch my drift." He smiled at the man and rocked him playfully.

              Jack attemtped to push Jeb away. "Y-you think I'm crazy, man? N-nobody who's sane enough w-would try g-going for Fia."

              Bear laughed, dropping his food. "You hear that, bullmuk, brother?" he nudged Jeb.

              Jeb frowned. "That so eh? Shame. I thought I might have something to talk about with ya. Get to know some of the group." He looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was there. "I wouldn't mind teachin' her a few 'spells' myself. I mean, have you taken a moment to look her over? Ain't too hard on the eyes if I say so myself. Looks just as good comin' as she does goin'. Spent a night alone with her a little while ago. Didn't seem too against keepin' warm neither."

              Jeb was interrupted by a small tap on his shoulder, followed by a little cough. As he turned his head, he saw Nico look at him and point at the hooded woman in front of them, the chameleon's eyes wide open.

              "Ah, forgot we got a lady in our midst. What about you? Which way does yer lady pendulum swing on the topic of Sophia?"

              "Watch your tongue, mercenary. I know none of you and hope I will never get to. While you vile men are discussing whatever it is you are talking about, I am assessing our position and what we are to do when we reach there. Do not address me again." the hooded woman hissed, followed by a second hiss from her snake who was beginning to slither around her neck.

              "Hmm. One of those types eh? Wouldn't hurt to let your hair down every now and then. But whatever. Makes a life like this less stressful. But to each their own. I guess I'll take the kid and try to get a bit of sleep before we get there so we can actually be of some use. Alice? Let's go." He stood up and began walking back to the cart they were in before. He stopped at the exit and stared at the hooded woman. He'd met plenty of their type when he lived up north, but something just didn't sit right with this one. He shook his head and went through the door. Thoughts for another time.

              Jeb and Alice settled in to the cabin they had previously been sleeping and waited. They had both already had plenty of sleep and Jeb couldn't shrug the feeling that everything wasn't going to go as smoothly as planned. His fears were confirmed when Alice shot up to her feet.

              "What is it?" Jeb whispered.

              "I hear... what is that?" She started swaying slightly. "I... I must have just been ima-" she fell to the floor.

              Jeb leaped down onto the floor and lifted her up. "Alice? Alice!" He started shaking her as his own eyes began to steadily grow heavier. "Daammmittt." his words drew out longer as he slumped over and attempted to fight the overwhelming desire to sleep as the door to their cabin flew open.

              An unknown voice and unknown figure crept over them. "Beddy bye time for little children. It's time to let the adults step in and claim what's rightfully theirs."

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