Cosmic Convergence--Chapter 7

This is chapter 7, this is going to be a different perspective on some others. Cosmic Convergence is on the top so are you guys ready? Hope you enjoy it! --KatDon 

Chapter 7: The Muse That Inspired

In the meantime; a young man, about 18 years of age, name Tatsu. He was asleep but then he woke up to a knock and a voice from behind the door, “Tatsu, Tatsu? You awake, Tatsu?” “Huh? Who’s there?” Tatsu asked, groggily. He is getting up as he stretched his arms. “It’s me, sorry to disturb you.” said the voice outside his room. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m OK.” said Tatsu, sleepily. He got up from his bed, grazing his hair as he heard Thurio said outside, “I’m glad you’re awake because today is Karson’s 18th Celebration.” Tatsu’s eyes opened more full to this, wondering. “Karson’s.....Celebration....” His eyes widened, “That’s right.” whispered Tatsu, remembering now. His best friend Karson Bright. The two of them never talked, Tatsu withdrew himself from his best friend; fearing that he must be angry for triggering him blind. OK, not completely blind but partial. Still, Tatsu did this to his friend and he could never forgive himself for what he did. “Hi Tatsu.” A soft spoken voice said. Tatsu turned to see who it was. Karson Bright looked different! His hair looks neat, he was wearing glasses but he smiled nicely. Tatsu squinted at him, “Karson? Is that you? You look nice.” admitted Tatsu. Karson grinned, “Thanks, look at you. You’ve changed.” He complimented. “Yeah, I look kind of stuffy in this outfit.” remarked Tatsu. “No, it looks good on you.” Karson praised. Tatsu walk pass a mirror and looked stunt to see himself. Karson was right, it did look good. He couldn’t help but smiled. “Yes, I guess it is. You look calm.” He said. “I am.” Karson confessed. He looked away to look around the party, Tatsu did too as he cleared his throat to say something. “You can see through those glasses?” He asked. “Yes. Tatsu, it’s OK. I’m not completely blind. And it wasn’t your fault.” reminded Karson. Tatsu shuddered, and then he composed himself. “It was, I hit your eyes.” said Tatsu softly. Proteus placed his hand on his shoulder in a comfort manner. “No, it really was I was the wild one.” He whispered. Tatsu looked over at him in shock. This was not the feisty, free spirited kid Tatsu used to know. Now, Karson is more reserved and cool-headed young boy. Tatsu smiled, feeling better. The sizzling sound was getting louder and then thick looking squiggled lines but they were big circles. These creatures were Wendigos, their heads popped up and hissed at the crowd, which panic ensued. Tatsu cried, “Wendigos!” Everyone ran away from the monsters as Tatsu and Karson looked ready to fight. “Can somebody explains to me what’s going on?” stipulated Karson. Suddenly there is new music in the air. Someone is strutting down the steps, the crowd looks as they looked startled. Tatsu and Karson are disconcerted by this vision of the figure. It was a young lady with her hair wavy tresses and her eyes looked alluring. She wore a high waist skirt, like a mermaid. A bandeau top that showed her midriff with tattoo-like marks from her arms and back. She had jewel beads cascading on the side of her face, almost snake like. She wore crisscrossed high heeled sandals. Beautiful, mysterious, and elegant she was. “Who is that?” Karson murmured to his friend. Tatsu shrugs feebly, completely dazed. The young lady sauntered over as she suddenly became half reptilian. Her fingernails got longer, her eyes became reptilian too. Her back was scale-y and then she slithered on the floor as she prepared herself. The Wendigos was on his hands and feet, his knees were bent as he looked like a lizard! He darted at Ella, who defend herself and hissed at him. She darted at him and bites him hard on his shoulder. However, she took down the monsters before her. Ella ambled towards Karson looked at him, touching his arm. “Are you OK?” Ella said with a soft, timid voice. Proteus is surprised that she wasn’t so dangerous. That tone of hers sounded harmless. It sounded so sweet! “Thank you.” He said in a reserved voice. She has blue hair and matching eyes which were innocent. She had on a Sweet Lolita dress contrast with the assistant smock underneath. Her name is Sasha Yakeem. With her are a bunch of other misfits. There was a guy with spiky white hair and his eyebrows converge, forming one long brow. His name is Trey Fontaine and his friend, a guy with blonde ahoge hair is Waylon Ellery. And lastly, there was a tall man who had short fiery sideburns, his name is Albert Chambers. There was announcer at the club, Love Shack, as the people turned their attention as the announcer spoke: "Welcome to the Love Shack, we got a great night in store for you. I can see we have some freshly new faces...As well as some new ones." He said with a wink but then he got right to it, "Well, I'm not going to yammer all night so please enjoy the service, the scenery, and of course the show. And now, kneel and admire at the feet of this lovely dancer--By the name of Ella Deets!" He steps away as a young woman in a reddish black bikini appeared before the crowd! She was a slender, buxom young woman with long black hair, her lips were deep red and soft complexion. It was Ella and she was a pole dancer. She took hold of the pole where her left leg straightened as the right bend slightly as she pivoted the pole gracefully, Ella hook the pole with a grope, arching her body backwards! Then, she seized the pole with both hands as she swing around it, she spring up the pole and spun downwards. Ella stands up straight and her hands were behind her head. The next thing she was gyrating her hips side to side but she crouched down as her hands ran down in front of her body all the way to her knees. Ella's knees were pushed apart as her legs momentarily spread and she pops back to the standing position. She did the same dance but this time, she faced the pole with her feet at a comfortable distance. Ella gyrated her hips sideways again, she crouch down once more and pushed her hips back and raised her body until she uncurls into the standing position. 

Ella shimmied her knees bend slightly but straightened one leg as she lift one side of her hip and returns her leg while making the other straightened. Her feet were flat on the stage floor. Her arms were kept up in a parallel to the stage. Her elevated arms stretched the muscles of her stomach tightly to give her belly a taut appearance. Ella elevated her arms into motions like waves, she shakes them to the beat and makes flirty gestures. During the dances; she made herself look sexy yet mysterious with her back to the crowd. But glanced back at them slyly and has a mischievous grin on her face. Ella winked at the audience, she danced her way to someone at the table and then what she did was a turn on. She rolled her hips; withdraw her chest to circle it and her hips and chest pop! Boy, did this guy's friends go crazy while the females looked at Ella with jealous glances. Smiling; Ella danced back to the stage and did more dance moves: Gyrating her hips, she waltz with a passion as she puts her soul to the technique and lifted her arms as she flex her stomach slightly. She drops her left hip and raised her right one. Hips circling, her toned stomach ripples back and forth as she isolated yet clenched her belly muscles individually. Once she finished dancing; the crowd went wild--Cheered loudly and clapped so much that made her smiled. She tossed her hair, wave to the audience after taking a bow and sauntered away. In the meantime, a girl who watched the dance broke out of her spellbound behavior and managed to gather her things as she looked around the club. The girl has brown hair, turquoise eyes and skin not so pale but radiant in the neon lights of the club but she managed to come across a bar and sat there but she learned that she wasn't alone. "Hello there." A figure said. The girl briefly smiled, "Hi." She said. The second voice was a familiar dainty sound, "Do you come to the club here, hon?" He asked. The girl nodded, "A lot." She said. The second was examining her arms and the rest of her body. The girl tensed up, she hated how people look at her body that way! "Hmm, you look very thin dear." He said. The girl shrugged, "Just recovering from a malnutrition disorder. It could've killed me." She remarked. "Sounds deadly." The first voice said. "It was. Excuse me; have you seen my 'date'? I have an appointment with her." said the girl. "Who is her?" asked the first. "Ella Deets." The girl clarified. "Why do you want to meet her?" asked the dainty second voice. The girl looks annoyed, "None of your business." She said. Those figures looked like they were going to attack her; the girl was scared and turned away until she heard a cry of pain and an 'ooh!' She looked and try to run but tripped. She cursed to herself for making a klutz of herself. Then, she felt someone standing over her. "You have to excuse my friends, they are overprotective and skeptical of newcomers." A voice said. The girl looked up, a young lady who has black hair and pretty eyes, while her fingernails are painted dark red. She wears a dark-red, off-the-shoulders, v-neck mini-dress with yellow designs which the length of the dress ending just above the knees. The woman standing before her helped her up and she couldn't take her eyes off her but said, "Thank you." 

The woman titled her head sideways in confusion. "For what?" She asked. "For saving me. Are you Ella Deets?" The girl inquired. Ella nodded with a smile, "That I am. And you are?" The girl introduced herself. "Isabel Lovelace." She replied. Ella knew who she was: "Ah, yes, for the interview." She recalled. Ella lead Isabel to the office upstairs, but Isabel caught sight of the strangers observing her while brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. She saw that there was a feminine man with white lipstick, a low cut hairstyle, and some colorful glasses. He had retro clothes, fringed pants, a frilly long sleeved shirt and a scarf. A young teen boy who has messy, black hair that reached the nape of his neck as it swept in front of his eyes. That boy has a rough-looking, rebellious appearance and he was somehow attractive. He wore a leather jacket with a hood, black pants as well as knee high boots. Isabel blushed, she was looking down shyly but glanced at the other strangers of a tall man who wore a white and blue attire of a cloaking trenchcoat, dark jeans and brown shoes. Next to him was a strange, petite girl with uncombed hair, a hoodie jacket with droopy ears attacked to the hood. She has an unkempt beauty to her, the next one was a whitish blonde haired boy combed fully back and pitch-black shadings on his eyes and wore a sleeveless tunic. Underneath were a long sleeved shirt, trousers, and ankle boots. Then, there were two twins who were tall, has muscular arms, sunglasses and hooded coats. But the only difference was one had black on the left and white on the right. The other has white on the left and black on the right! And lastly, there was a dark black haired guy who has silver streaks in his hair. He was stoic, cold but the look he gave to Isabel was a glance out of kindness. Isabel nearly stumbles but managed to recover, luckily Ella waited for her patiently until Isabel picked up her pace and followed her. After the interview; Isabel was about to leave when she realized she forgot her pen and decides to go back. She went back to the office until she heard shouting of an argument: She took a closer look to see that the guy with the whitish blonde hair was shouting at Ella and attempting to strangle her, "You selfish witch, you can't do this to me! You can't!" He was saying. Isabel entered the room, no one could hear the argument because of the loud music but she called out: "What's going on here? Leave Ella alone! Get off her!" She ran over however Ella saw her and called out, "Restrain her, boys!" Isabel was apprehended by the dark haired boy and the other boy with the silver streaks. "Isabel, don't! I really don't want you to get involved." Emily said. Isabel watched helpless until she gasped as Emily managed to get the boy off her and cornered him as she exclaimed, "I'M RUNNING THIS CORPORATION AND I HATE HOW YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THIS HARDER FOR ME!!!!" She then calmed down and the two made up in the end. Once that ordeal was over, Ella looked over at Isabel and said to the boys: "OK guys, you can let go of her." At once, Isabel was let go as she almost fell but she was caught by the boy with the silver haired streaks, who gave her an innocent look as his glance of ruthlessness had vanished. "Are you OK?" He asked. Isabel caught her breath, "Yeah, thanks." She said. Ella smiled as she introduced her to the group, "Miss Lovelace, this is my crew.....Sasha, Albert, Trey, and Waylon." She said. Then, she hooked her arms around the two boys that apprehended Isabel earlier as she grinned brightly--Much to the dark haired boy's annoyance, "And these two lovely boys of mine are Tatsu and Karson." She gave them both each a kiss on the cheek. Isabel smirked, Ella beamed with extreme giddy. Mason just smiled while Karson rolled his eyes. Isabel then explained how she came back for her pen and Ella  handed it to her. Isabel looked over and said, "You are so lucky to have these people. I find them all very fascinating and strange." She looks up to see Karson and his lackeys—Trey and Waylon--staring at her, Isabel looked around and then says holding up one finger, "Give me one second...." She stretched herself and stood up normally as she says, "Hallejuah! Does that feel good or what?!" Isabel leans over as she said, "So nice to be back into action, hi there--Who are you? Where you from?" Karson is slightly freaked out, "Um...Karson?" He said. Isabel stood up like a grand-stander, "Karson! Good to meet you man, ah. I like what I see, absolutely." She said looking at him. "Are you a goddess?" asked Karson. 

Isabel gives him a look and looked sensual, "What? Wanna sleep with me?" She commented. Karson blushed, his lackeys were flushing too but also were suffering from a sudden, violent case of epistaxis. Isabel laughed out loud, "I'm joking, I'm kidding. Sorry. That was out of context, my friend." She explained. Then Isabel looked at him and recognized him, "Wait, you're that hottie hunk that I was getting heavy with. Mmmph, she never gave me the justice on you being a looker, a tough looker." Karson is embarrassed by that, "She and I never...Wait, are you that interviewer?" He asked. "Ding Ding! We have a winner!" exclaimed Isabel, her bellowing was loud enough to make Karson and his lackeys winced and glared at her. "I am an agent." ranted Isabel, "I wear a disguise. I'm just your average Jane, but that doesn’t mean I’m plain, I'm the Super Chick and I got the gun here so I'm gonna be myself." She then made her pose daring as she says, "Isabel is the name, don't mess with me!" One of the lackeys let a wolf whistle rip. "Isabel, damn that's a pretty name." He said. Isabel gave the guy a look, "Hey, calm your jets. Don't get too...jizzed." She replied. The lackeys looked shocked, "What now?" They cried. Isabel cracked a smile, "Gotcha." She said. She fell back as she laughed, "You should've seen your faces. Oh man, so funny." Isabel replied in between the laughter. She looks to see Karson's glare, she stop smiling. "Don't say that again." said Karson. Isabel gets up, calm as she replied: "'Kay, Sorry." But she became serious, "So yeah. I know almost everybody in Dream State Agency. I don't know everything but I know some things, 'kay?" explained Isabel. Then Karson thought for a moment however he was doubtful about her being a fighter. "This kid? Please. She doesn't seem like one...Or is she?" He thought. "You know some things? You know almost all the agents? Smart girl but I don't think you got brawn don't ya?" chaffed Karson, "You're just a prissy girl who just doesn't like getting her nails broken. I know if you are able to fight--Let a real man show you how." He left with a small snickered with his boys laughing along with him. And they were gone. But Isabel was furious, she clenched her teeth so hard that it gritted. "Prissy? Just a girl?" She thought. Then she exclaimed, "That's it!!!! NOW I'M PISSED!!!!!" She marched away to strip off her long sleeved top to reveal a sleeveless tank. She put on an arm wrap around both of her upper arms and loaded her gun to kill some beasts. Karson was fighting while his lackeys cheered for him but now Karson was surrounded by so many that it was too overwhelming. He didn't know he was going to get out of this mess. One Wendigo crashed down. It was swaying back and forth like crazy before it passed out. The Wendigo looked up as it saw Isabel, who looked down at him, saying: "Now you know how I feel, bub." She put a gun to his head and then shoves his corpse so hard to the others who fell sideways--Much to Karson's surprise. He was shocked to see an enraged Isabel exclaiming like a banshee: "That was for calling me 'prissy'!" Then she took her gun and shot at the Wendigos that were coming from above and falling like flies. "And that's for saying I was a girl to fight!" Isabel bellowed. A Wendigo tried to sneak attack her, but Isabel knocked him with her fist without turning around. She took the lifeless body and threw at Karson's lackeys, who fell down in a heap. Isabel twirled her gun and tucked it back in its case. "And THAT'S FOR YOUR PERVERY LACKEYS!!!!!" She cried out. 

"Did you have to go and yell like that?" One of the lackeys asked. "I can make you deaf if you prefer, want that?!" proclaim Isabel, her eye was twitching but she looked like she calmed down. However; Isabel laughs cynically and weakly, "So let me see if I got this right....." She said. Then she looks at Karson with a glare, "I'm a prissy, girlie girl who is afraid I'll break a nail? Hello, did you see me whoop those guys asses? What? Is that not good enough for ya, Are you satisfied? Are you blind as a bat? Or are you just a woman hater?" She ranted. Karson smirks, amused at her anger. "Oh no, I see how it is and I am NOT going to accept that." Isabel storms over to him as she continued to fulminate, "I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU SO SHUT UP!!!!!!!!" The lackeys screamed like girls and hid, Karson was amazed by this. He turns to Isabel, "You just scared my boys with your....guts...." said Karson. "People don’t call me Miss Sass-a-Phrass for nothing, PAL!!!!" said Isabel with a sassy tone. Karson looked surprised, not scared at all, then he smirks. "Funny." was his response and walks away. Isabel looked at him in disbelief, "What? You should be scared!" She cried, following him. He let out a low chuckle, "I don't do fear." said Karson. Isabel gave him a weird look, "Oh come on!!!! The scary ones are afraid too!" She protested. Karson turned to her, "Well that doesn't scare me at all." He stopped smiling, "I do have one fear...." He said. Isabel looks at him with disbelief, "Like what?" She asked. "Rejection." replied Karson. "Really? From what? Your family? Friends?" inquired Isabel. "I don't want to talk about family." replied Karson. He walked away but turns back and says to her, "There is one thing though. There's this princess by the name of Jasmine Mendigo and she is being held somewhere. But there's something you need to know...." Isabel looks at him, "What?" Karson turn werewolf and growled, "Leave the princess to me!" "Gotcha." replied Isabel. Once Karson pounced away from her in his werewolf form; Isabel smiled and squeal, "WOW. He sounded so intense. That was awesome!" She muttered. Later, Isabel was alone at night as she paced around angrily. Karson couldn't help to listen, he wasn't the one to eavesdrop but he wanted to know what the heck was wrong with her. He listened to hear her rants to herself: "...Bullshit, absolute shit. He doesn't know any damn thing about me. It's just like with all the others...Why? I can't have any guys like him torment me. Touching me in places of my..." Karson did a double take, "What did she say?" He thought however he blurted out, "What sucker did that to ya...?" He gave himself away as Isabel saw him with wide eyes. Then, Isabel grinned nervously, "One moment." She grabbed her pillow and took a deep breath before screaming into it, "Mmmmggghhh!" A few minutes later, Isabel and Karson were sitting away from each other awkwardly. They didn't spoke for awhile, and Karson was afraid to piss her off again. He decides to break the silence. "Soooo, you OK?" asked Karson. Isabel whipped her hair, she leaned over at him as she looked viciously angry, "Do not. Tell. Anyone!" warned Isabel. Karson backed away as he looked over at her. "Please, if you say one word to anyone; I'll friggin' kill you." threatened Isabel. Karson looked at her, she was serious. Her eyes were red from crying as it seems. She looked tired and all wrenched up from stress. Karson sighed and said, "All right, I won't...Can I ask you about what you said the other night?" Isabel looked at him but she covered her mouth with her hand as if she was going to be sick. "Oh my--!" She turned away as her hands clutched on the rail. Isabel was silent for a moment before she gasped out, "You heard all that too?" Karson looked at her with regret, "Um, yeah. Sorry, I'll shut up about everything about it."  He said. Isabel sighed as she fainted and Karson managed to catch her with one swift, fluid movement. Karson sighed, "Geez. Why do I have to be the one with the girls?" He muttered to himself. 

For the time being, Isabel looked around to see the colors in the air as she danced around, feeling magic in the air of how beautiful this place. However, she was daydreaming so much that she didn't watch where she was going. Because she bumped into someone else: "Aaah!" The person said. "Yipe!" Isabel yelped. Isabel and the other person stumbled down as Isabel cries, "Good Lor--Whoa!" Down, down they went but Isabel uses her water powers to save her and the person she is tumbling with. "Hey, pal! What the hell?" Isabel demanded. "Sorry about that." The person said. He was a cutie, Isabel felt like a jerk to this totally attractive guy with glasses, which he was adjusting. "Hello...It's OK. I'm fine, it's no big deal." Isabel apologized. "You serious?" asked the guy. "Yeah, my bad. And I'm dead serious." confirmed Isabel. "Fascinating." The guy complimented. Isabel smiled, the guy realized he forgot to introduced himself. "Oh, sorry. Keenan Chance." He introduced. Isabel shake his hand, "Isabel Lovelace." She said. In the meantime; Keenan Chance is seen working as his mind was on other things until someone barged the door opened that made him jump so much that his glass slid almost off but he adjust himself. He glared out to hear an annoying voice: “Hey, Keenan!” His female ally, Eleri Okamura called out. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was splattered with water that she had been splashed and soap was dripping down from her clothes and hair. “I’m, like, here. I’m back.” She said, shutting the door. Keenan eyed her suspiciously. “Where were you?” He asked. Eleri hurried to her walk-in closet as she ranted, “Like, I had to take care of some things with the other servants. It was all so messy and complicated, OMG! You should’ve, like, seen it!” She said peeking out and going back in. Keenan smirked, shaking his head. “Uh, Keenan ? Like, do you where my purple dress is?” called Eleri. “Still mending from the previous incident you wore it.” He answered back. A shoe flew over to him but Keenan dodged it with ease as Eleri’s voice ringed out. “OMG! Like, really? Man, this is like amusing!” exclaimed Eleri. “Hey, watch it!” Keenan  snapped. But Eleri ignored him as she came out, “Ooooh! Like, what about this?” She said. She wore a one shoulder dress that showed a little of her cleavage and midriff. She squealed with excitement. Kyan shake his head, “Mmm-mmm, absolutely not.” He replied dryly. Eleri’s face fell, “Ugh! Fine!” She said. And sauntered back into her closet. Humming. Then, she gasps as she found another outfit. Kyan continued his work. While things have been going on; Isabel was observing this world as well, she is attracted to these people but she has somewhat of an infatuation for Kyan. Kyan seems cute as she begins to feel amorous and romantic. Isabel runs her fingers through her hair as her ice/water powers are revealed to Kyan, Eleri, and their master Asano Youji who watch with wide eyes at this. Isabel looked at their gaping faces and grinned before she sped away with a trail of ice behind her. Dio was shocked but smiled, "Well, well. I knew something about her seemed special." He muttered. In the meantime of the mission to rescue the princess; Tatsu and Karson were dodging from the attacks when a cannon hit the tower and made an opening. “Hello?” A faint voice called. Tatsu turned to see who it was, he was astounded to see who it was. His face brightens up, “Eureka, Jasmine Mendigo.” He said to Karson, who looks up and is stunted to see a beautiful maiden. She has long Godiva length hair which was like a dazzle rose. Sky blue eyes. A fair complexion. Tatsu is enthralled by this beauty, she was a dazzling young woman! 

“That’s—?.....She’s an angel.” Karson thought, totally bewitched. Tatsu climbs up as Jasmine spoke up timidly, “Hi, I—um—I never get visitors that much and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She was twirling her face. “You must be Jasmine.” Tatsu said. Jasmine smiles brightly. “Yes, I am.” She said. “This is it? Take this cutie back with us. This won’t be so hard.” Tatsu said, getting blushed in the face over how attractive looking Jasmine was. Jasmine noticed Tatsu stumbling. “You OK?” Tatsu caught his breath, “Yea—Yeah, I’m Tatsu.” He introduced and then continues. “I apologize for this but I gotta get you out of here and to Isabel Lovelace. We are going back to Mel. With or without the snakes in a tower.” Tatsu bridal carried Jasmine, who was blushing, and he looked away to focus. They were attack by the guards however Tatsu managed to get away from them and took them down. Jasmine is enamored by Tatsu for protecting her, while she coils her arms around his neck. Tatsu blushed at this sight, but remained focused as they got away with Karson, who was waiting. Meanwhile; Isabel looked around the dark caverns as she looked around, “OK.” She said to herself. “I’m going to find the guard who has the card key, get it from him, and liberate the princess. Just then, she heard a sound of a rattle. Followed by a chuckle. Isabel’s eyes looked around the room, looked left and right. Then, up and down. Behind. Nothing however she saw something, a figure as it looks like.  “W—who’s there?” She called out to the figure in the shadows. “What’s the matter? You little scared?” A voice calls out. It was Keenan, he looked bravado as he held something in his hand in front of her. Then, he looked up and down at Isabel. “Look at you, let me guess. Miss Lovelace? Ice Princess? Looking for the princess? I have the card key.” Isabel held out her hand and said, “Then hand it to me or I’ll make you.” Keenan smirked, his took off his glasses and his eyes became kaleidoscopic. “Will you?” He asked. Isabel stared at them, clearly not so spellbound. “Hmm….hypnosis. To put your victims in a trance just like the serpents do for food.” She said to the baffled Keenan. “Sorry, boy. It doesn’t work on a snake, icy hearted girl like me. Now, if you would…?” Keenan looked disappointed but then he said, “If you insist.” Isabel took the key card and smiled. “Well, well, Serpent Boy.” She purred. “Mel!” A voice called out. It was Tatsu, who came running and said, “We got the girl. Let’s go!” Isabel brightened up, “Oh! That’s my exit cue.” She salutes and said, “Gracias!” Isabel flees from sight, Keenan watched her go, completely impressed by just what happened.

Just then, there was a ringing as there were some voices as Keenan and Eleri woke up slowly to talking. “Hey dormouse girl and hare boy, you got visitors. Your ‘cousin’ is coming to see you.” said a guard. This confused Keenan  and Eleri. “Cousin?” Keenan asked. The door buzzed before it opened, Isabel appeared as she ambles into the room. “Hello cousins, you don’t look so swell.” commented Isabel. The two guards approached to Isabel, “Listen, don’t stay too long. You got…” One of them started to say, but Isabel whipped her head at them. “All the time that I want?” She asked. The guards looked at her, who placed her slender arms around their necks as she spoke, “Did you really think that I would let them get eliminated?” “Um…” The guards stuttered. “Let me tell you, I am quite a slither.” Isabel said, she then inclined her neck and bite the guards on each of their necks; poisoning them. “Aaah!” They cried out before falling down. Keenan stared at this sight, he looked up at Isabel. “Impressive.” He said. Isabel ruffled her own hair. “Yes, my Snake Boy. Guess I have been enthralled by your expertise. Moreover, I suggested an amalgamation!” She explained. “Hmm?” Eleri looked confused. “Fascinating. Go on.” said Keenan. “I have come to unleash you from your prison.” answered Isabel. Keenan cupped his chin in his hands. “A tempting invitation but what’s in it for the rest of us?” He said, gesturing to his colleague. Isabel grinned, “Let’s cut to the chase, I have someone you have to meet.” She said. Suddenly, A sword—a kitana—slashes the door wide opened. There was Tatsu, standing in the doorway. “This, my newcomers, is Tatsu.” He introduced. Eleri and Keenan are shocked by this. “A mighty fine gladiator? Hot damn!” Eleri exclaimed. “So, you ready for action?” asked Isabel. “Yeah.” Keenan replied. “Ugh! Isa, I can’t break these walls down.” called Waylon, grunting. “Why?” hollered Isabel. “They feel…hard, like some sort of steel.” Karson said. Isabel looked at him baffled, then she glared at Keenan frantically. “You serious?” She asked. Isabel sighed with defeat. “Great!” She moaned. “I got this.” Albert volunteered. He clapped his hands like he was praying, then he punched the wall and it broke down. Keenan and the girls were awestruck by this, “Clever.” said Keenan. Waylon skips around, “Let’s goooooo….Whoa, whoa!” He cried. Waylon looked at the gang, “It’s a long way down you guys.” He said, pointing down as there was an ocean. "Ohhhh!" moaned Eleri. Isabel glanced at them. “OK, got a good place. Wait until my friends hear about you.” Isabel said. Eleri looked at her with an outraged expression. “You, like, never told us about your master!” She wailed. Isabel seized them two of them as they went down to the river. “Let’s go! Hope you guys can swim!” She said, snubbing the screams of Eleri. They dived into the water as they swam back. For the time being; the dull throb in her head was what woke Isabel up. She looked up at the dark gray sky, and sighed. She stood up from sitting down on the hard ground, and stretched her stiff muscles. Her head throbbed with a dull thump of pain, and when she tried to think about where she was, she couldn’t help but give a low moan. Sitting back down, she lifted her hand up to her face, and what she saw made her gape. Her hand was so pale that it was almost white, and her hand was so... skinny. It was bony and thin, making it look like a skeleton hand, and she could see her blood veins clearly. After staring at her hand for a while, she sat back down on the hard cement floor of the city, and looked around her surroundings. Cars drove by quickly, their wheels seeming to make a huge noise in the fundamental stillness of the city. She could just see the tall city buildings behind the trees that loomed over her. She tried to stand up again, but this time, her legs gave away. They didn’t seem to have the strength to hold her up, which frightened her. She summoned all her strength, and finally managed to stand up wavering. She decided that she would go to the city, and find something to eat as she heard a loud rumble in her stomach. Limping towards the city, she saw a woman walking along the streets. Isabel realized that she was staring at the woman without really meaning to. The woman was beautiful; she had shoulder-length golden hair and light blue-gray eyes, and she had a small purse slung over her shoulder. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance, catching Isabel’s attention. She turned around, and ran towards the city, without realizing that the woman had been regarding her the whole time. The grass rustled as Isabel ran, not knowing where all the energy was coming from; she knew that she was in the verge of dying. Running quickly, she stopped as the sight before her stunned her. She had never seen anything like it. Or at least, she couldn’t remember. Her mind became fuzzy as she tried to remember what had happened; it was like trying to pull out a small needle from thick mud. Buildings towered over her, their windows bright from the light; and she could see small figures inside of them. She walked along a little farther, and soon she realized that her curiosity had taken over her too much, but she kept on walking. The buildings fascinated her, but the building in front of her amazed her more. It looked like a palace with its wall glimmering when there was no sunlight. A fancy black gate surrounded it, and the roof of it was round and simple, yet catchy and dazzling. Isabel stared at the palace-like building for a long time with her dark eyes. “Seems like you are fascinated by our corporation.” Isabel whipped around, ready to attack if the opponent made any move, but the man didn’t. An amused smile played on his lips, and his dark royal blue hair blew lightly in the wind. He had dark rimmed glasses that caught light and his royal blue soldier-like suit made him look even sharper. “Who may you be?” The man asked, his words sharp as his appearance. Isabel hesitated to answer, and she searched his face, trying to find a hint of danger in him, but couldn’t. His eyes were calm and relaxed, when he turned around, it was then Isabel saw the long sword fastened to the uniform’s hip. He made a noise that sounded like half sighing, half snorting, and looked at Isabel directly. "I’m Tekeshi Rokotsumaru, leader of Pale Conquest." Isabel didn’t know how to react. She stood still, and tried to make her look calm, but it wasn’t easy. She had heard about Tekeshi and the Pale Conquest that had recently appeared. She gazed into the man’s eyes quietly, and didn’t reply. The man gave another half-annoyed sigh. “Apologizes for disturbing you. Now... I’m quite busy, so I’ll get going.”  With that, the man turned around, causing his uniform to flap rapidly in the cold wind. “Isabel.” The man turned back around, facing Isabel. “Pardon?” He asked. “Isabel,” Isabel repeated in a quiet voice. “My name.” The corners of the man’s lips rose slightly. “Really now? It’s a good name... care to come in for a while? You look awfully thin.” He said. Isabel hesitated, but nodded her head wearily. “Thank you,” She answered. After being at Pale Conquest for awhile, she was taking a day off when Tekeshi called her for something important. “I’m sorry for calling you in when it’s your day off, Isabel." said the captain. “It’s alright, sir. Please don’t mind me.” Isabel said, standing straight up. “You don’t have to be so hard, you know.” Tekeshi said, the amusement on his face clearly visible. Isabel’s eyebrows creased a little. “Sir, your reason for wanting me to be here?” The amusement on Tekeshi’s face vanished instantly. “A report was made from Rose Red War that Akim Joyner died yesterday morning, around midnight.” This caught Isabel’s attention. “By who, may I ask?” Isabel said with politeness. “We don’t know yet.” Tekeshi said, his voice grave. He leaned against head against his folded hands on the desk.  “I want you to research along with anymore people to find more about it. We need to move quickly before Rose Red becomes too reckless and does something... bad.” He instructed. “Got it,” Isabel said stiffly, and turned around to walk out of the room. “Ah, Isabel?” Tekeshi called. “Yes, sir?” Isabel asked, pausing in front of the door to listen. The reply didn’t come quickly, making Isabel turn around. “Thank you,” Tekeshi finally said, seeming to be a bit flustered by something. “You’re welcome, sir. If you need anything else please don’t hesitate to call me in.” She replied. With that, Isabel closed the door quietly behind her, and walked down the long dark corridor. She walked away as Tekeshi’s secretary name Kichiko Ronald inside of his office. Lieutenant Kouichi Yamaga watched Isabel go as he let out a tsking sound. He walked out from there. Meanwhile; Sylvia was on her missions on her own. "My life....It was once so beautiful but then it turns bitter when I was cheated out of my childhood for a private practice--Nobody didn't help me or never cared for me. They didn't even protect me, or talk to me, or ask me how I feel. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do something about it--even it kills me. Heaven, have mercy on me..." When she was little; Sylvia is looking outside of a rainstorm as she steps into the rain and she motions with her hand at the raindrops. But then, the rain drops froze. Everyone is startled by this, even Sylvia was shocked. Long ago but too long; the plane is hovering in the air, a man looks out the window happily and content. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Ah, I'm going home--My home where my family awaits. My trip was quite nice, but there's no place like home." Just then; he was startled by a voice: "Yes, no place like home isn't it. I cannot wait to arrive too." said a mature sounding teenager, it belong to a young teen Sylvia Nyles. "Miss?" The man asked in confusion. "Oh, sorry. I was just agreeing with you." Sylvia replied politely. "You can't wait to return home too?" The man asked. There was an indifference to Sylvia's face. "Yes." She said. 

As the plane landed; Sylvia got off and was walking in town however she felt someone near her, "Hello Sylvia, welcome home." A voice greeted from behind. Sylvia turns around to see familiar faces. It was her childhood friends—Dorothy Blachard, Cennet Timothy 'CT' Blachard AKA CT Anger, and Lisha Blachard. "Dorothy! CT! Lisha! Hi, good to see you again. It's been years since the last time." Sylvia replied, embracing her friends in greeting. They talk for awhile when Sylvia look to see the room above her. "You know that room upstairs, it's been vacant now hasn't it?" Sylvia said, sitting in the chair. "Up there? No, nobody goes up there." Dorothy said lightly. "Why?" Sylvia asked. Dorothy was silent before speaking, "People say it's haunted by something more frightened." Sylvia's head shot up, "Haunted?" She asked. Dorothy nodded, "Yes, but they could be mistaken." He said. Later on; Sylvia is lying in her room as she looked at a magazine. She was in a white straitjacket with the restraints of straps, zippers, and a high collar capable of gagging the wearer is loosen and the long sleeves that flare outwards closer to the cuffs are also not tight and is loosen up. She wore no shoes. She remembered the past: Dorothy, CT, and Lisha inside the abandoned place, calling out: "Sylvia!" They heard someone called back to him, "Go away!" However they ran in as he was shocked to see what Sylvia is doing: Her ankle chained to explosives of dynamite on the rock being prepared. "What are you doing?" asked CT, eyes filled with fear. "Making a statement." replied Sylvia. "Syla, whatever you think you’re doing, please doesn’t do it." said Dorothy calmly. Sylvia looked away from him, "Please, go away." She said darkly. "Let us help you, Syla." Lisha coaxed, walking over to her carefully. Sylvia begin to weep, "Why can't you people leave me alone?" She demanded through her sobs. Dorothy holds back his own tears, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you went through so much pain." He said. Sylvia gave him a glare as she telepathically chokes holds of them. The trio chokes and gasps for air. "Look at what you made me do, CT!" Sylvia sobbed. "Don't kill us, Sylvia!" rasped Dorothy. "Why not? Haven't I been through enough?!" exclaimed Sylvia, tears were splashing out from her eyes. Dorothy had never seen such painful rage in a girl like her, Sylvia let them go so they can breathe as she begin to cry again but she tells the three of them in her grief, "I--I--I killed my family....Did you know that? I hate myself for it, I really do, and it’s my entire fault!" Dorothy walked slowly to her, "I know the real truth, and you were blackmailed! That bastard was going after your family! It's OK; you don't have to hide from me or any of us. We can help you, nobody will hurt you but we can't help you if you close yourself in. Open your heart; we want to be your friend." She said. Sylvia considered this; she was touched by the fact that he came to find her. That was sweet. Nobody has ever done that for her. Not at all.  However; Sylvia became insane as her friends were concern for her. Lingering in the doorway; Dorothy, CT, and Lisha could see a beautiful landscape. Harmonic alarm clocks, creatures calling out names, wind whispering softly, raindrops falling from the not so gray skies, fields of origami flowers, candy clouds puffing, vivid purple skies, silent until angels sing on high. "Sylvia?" Dorothy called. She could hear, "Oh! It's beautiful here." "Don't leave me alone!" pleaded Sylvia from afar. Dorothy, CT, and Lisha stopped when they saw a blood trail and followed it. It got further and further, they found Sylvia turning away from him and Dorothy, CT, and Lisha called her name, "Syla!" Sylvia turned and stares at him but she fainted on the ground. She blamed herself for being a victim to the past Dorothy, CT, and Lisha encouraged, "It's never too late." They comfort her and Sylvia found the strength to make herself better. 

That night; Sylvia screamed with terror as she flared her arms away and tried to get out but there was no escape. She felt the pair of eyes staring down at her, they were about to get closer and closer until Sylvia awoke with a shriek and sat up the night, trembling with fear. Later in the day; Sylvia was standing in the rain, at a building to get to the bus stop. She was dropped off by an agent however she was soaking wet. Just then, she thought someone called out to her: "Are you going to a bus stop?" It was a young man, he was stoic looking. He wore an attire of grey jeans and blue plaid blazer. "Um, yes. I am!" Sylvia called out. "Would you like a ride?" asked the young man. "I would, thanks." said Sylvia, and she entered the passenger seat. "Thank you, thank you for rescuing me." She replied. "You're welcome." answered the stoic man. While driving, Sylvia was so grateful by this young man's kindness; she couldn't help it: "Uh...My name is Sylvia." She said with a grin. "I'm Curtis Strauber." said the stoic man. Sylvia talked, the man was not the chatty type but he listened and kept his answers simple. The rain had stopped, Sylvia and Curtis noticed. "I'm quite glad it rained." said Sylvia, smiling. Curtis looked at her and he smiled faintly at her. The two of them arrived at the bus stop; Sylvia could see the blue sky and clouds that were white. Curtis stopped his car, Sylvia left but not before saying goodbye and thanking him once again. Curtis nodded and Sylvia went to the bus stop, just in time to see the bus approaching. She looked back but found the car was driving away. "Maybe he's in a hurry." thought Sylvia. She turned and climbed up onto the bus. While on the bus; Sylvia meets a man name Istvan Areno and compliments on his tattoo on his upper arm. "Thank you." said Istvan, "It's supposed to represent for protection." While the two of them strike a conversation; Sylvia decided that Istvan was one of the nicest people she had ever met. They talked together most of the evening. At eleven o’clock Istvan said, “I hate to end this, but I have to leave now. Can you give me a ride?” It was no problem. "Sure," said Sylvia. "I’ve got to go home, too." Istvan laughed as he said, "I accidentally drove my car into a tree on my way over here. I guess I wasn’t paying attention." Sylvia drove him to the head of a road she didn’t know very well. "Why don’t you drop me off here?" Istvan said. "Here? Alone?" asked Sylvia. "The road up ahead is in really bad condition. I can walk from here." explained Istvan. Knowing that was best, Sylvia nodded as she stopped the car and held out a card. “Take this,” she said. “I got it from the bar. And I hope you remember me by this.” "Thank you," Istvan said. All of sudden, someone was watching them and clapping when they finished. 

It was a young girl with long, curly black hair. She wore a maroon top as well as black legging. She wore a cross section of maroon and black slip-on flats. Dorothy smiled at her, she then spoke to the crowd: "OK, I'm going to need a volunteer to come up here, anyone interested?" Everyone screamed, waving their hands wildly. Dorothy looked around and could see that curly black haired girl, she bent over at the girl, "Wanna come up?" She asked. The girl was surprised; she nodded and went up as everyone cheered. Sylvia is impressed by how kind Dorothy was by having sympathy for the girl. The girl was happy to be up there as Dorothy let her join in the fun of being onstage. But Tristan noticed that not everybody was happy, a man in black watched. He looked like a preacher, but his face didn't seem godly or merry. It looked anger and then he throws a pebble hard at her. The girl reacted, the crowd gasps. The evil preacher calls out, "This woman is a deceit, she has bewitch you all!" Sylvia is confused as she and Tristan watch in fear when the  crowd turned on the girl as they pelted her with many things while chanting things such as: "Vixen!", "Witch!" and "Demoness!" The girl begs them all to stop but they jeered and laugh at her. But Dorothy stops the crowd and comes over at the girl, who is in tears. Sylvia is surprised by all this, she didn't know people like her care. "Hey, are you OK?" asked Dorothy. The girl shook her head, still crying. "It's OK, it's OK. I'm sorry." soothed Dorothy. Sylvia and the others are touched by her acts of sympathy. The girl hugged Dorothy, who patted her back and continued to comfort her. "You, young lady! Come down from there this instant!" commanded the evil preacher. "Yes sir, just as soon as I free this young lady." said Dorothy. "I forbid you." replied the evil preacher. Dorothy glared at him as she used a knife to cut the ropes loose, the crowd gasps. The evil preacher was furious, "How dare you...." He said. Dorothy point a finger at him, scolding at him: "You mistreat this girl and the other outcasts like you mistreat my friends and allies. You speak of righteousness, yet you are nothing but a sadist." "Silence!" The evil preacher cried. "Righteousness!"  cried CT. He chanted until the crowd was chanting it. The evil preacher could not believe this was happening; Sylvia and Dorothy were amazed by how much strength they have in them. "Mark my words, you bastards. You will pay for your sins! I pray that the heavens will have mercy." The evil preacher called out. Dorothy came over to see him and said, "You should say this to yourself, the only sin I see is your cruelty." The crowd applauded. Sylvia grinned, but the evil preacher was angry and cried out to his guards, "Arrest her! Arrest them all!" CT used his attacks as Dorothy, CT, and Lisha did too. The girl was in shock that these people can fight too. This was Sylvia's chance, she managed to get over to the girl and said, "Come on, let's get you someplace safe." The girl was confused, "Who are you?" She asked timidly. Isabel looked at CT, who turns and says to the girl, "People just like you." With that, the girl went with Isabel and the others. The girl is Gladys Lentz and that preacher man was her father. This shocks Isabel and the others. Something happened to Gladys and they were right. Gladys had witnessed her mother in an abusive relationship with her radical religious father. Her mother remarried a man after divorcing from her husband The distress that was put on her life when she was going through the abuse made her come to the conclusion that when she’s in the situation her parents were in she will never let the abusive relationship become like her mother was in. Gladys has seen her mother fall apart in the abuse and fears it from happening to her so she tries to be as simple as possible to refrain from her future marriage from being abusive. She, herself, already experienced being hurt in the abuse just like her mother and is more reserved because if she doesn’t, she’ll end up getting hurt by an abusive man. 

Although her heart is healing, Gladys still feels very broken from all the damage that was caused from the abuse her father had and still has to fake looking happy. At night she heard the weeping of her mother who was in pain and would cry to Gladys instead of finding real help. Divorce will really mess with her way of thinking; The fear of seeing her relationship turn out like her parents has made her become afraid of being committed with a man as she is afraid of getting hurt. Something people make it as something dangerous, like Gladys’s father. Right away it’s established her father had something to do with what happened. Gladys claims that she will give her father an 'I owe you'. And now it’s time to make sure her dad gets it. Gladys asked for a cup of water and Sylvia leaves with the others following. The two of them talk as they wonder if Gladys would be able to join them however Dorothy looked at Gladys as she looks calm but something inside her is going to break, just for a moment, it might. Just then, Gladys was kidnapped by her father as she screams for help. Sylvia and the others tried to save her but Gladys’s father was quicker as he drove off. Sylvia and the others searched for her, they looked for her everywhere in the city. And just when they were about to give up, they found her. Underneath train tracks! In a bit of bait-and-switch, it’s not Gladys who was under a train, but her father, who she killed and ditched the body on the tracks. Gladys is found by the lake, where the train tracks were and Isabel confront her. But she realized Gladys has become crazy, and now she won’t be the way she was before she got a gun. Sylvia was horrified when she remembered what Gladys said earlier: "I will give him an 'I owe you'. And now it’s time to make sure he gets it." Sylvia realized that Gladys was going to give him a painful death, that's what the 'I owe you' meant. "Where's the gun now, Gladys?" asked Sylvia. "I threw it in the river, but I crushed it into pieces." replied Gladys. She begins to cry and through her tears, she said: "I try to drown out the abuse that my dad was giving me. I didn't want to deal with his anger. I wanted to leave or have someone help me or my mom. I didn't want anything to do with him anyway. He makes me sick. I don’t understand how he could hate me so much. I even though admired him when I was a kid and try not to think about the times he did to me and mom." Sylvia felt like crying, she put her arms around Gladys, "He didn’t really love you if he constantly hurt you. People who love you will only harm you in any way if it’s necessary to get you to stop doing something. Furthermore, people who love you will look out for you, instead of treating you like an arch nemesis--The way your father did." She sighed and continued, "Typically in an abusive relationship, the person being abused will do all they can to make everything good, showering the abuser with love and affection. However, the abuser will treat these gifts as if they’re entitled to them. So, nothing the abused person does is ever good enough in the eyes of the abuser. An abuser is not someone who will change for the better. They’re not the kind of people who wake up one day and see the error of their ways. They never show any real love, and constantly try to break them down." She explained. Gladys embraced her new friend "Thanks. For everything." She said. Gladys pulled away as she wiped her face and said, "I'd paid my dues and now I'm ready for my reward. As they say, 'Only the strong survive'. I will survive." 

For the time being; Emily looked at the case file as she recalled back a flashback: Emily, Ryker, Anita, Minato, Arlow, Menom, Jacey, Mason, Kelly, and Commander Knell were patrolling and slaying Wendigos, left and right--the whole battlefield was crazy! "There's too many of them, sir!" Emily called. "Keep pushing a little more, only three percent remain." Commander Knell instructed. "Roger that, we're almost there!" hollered Minato. He turned to Emily and said, "Hang in there, Em. We're almost there." Emily nodded, she can't give up now--fighting to survive, push and push. No matter what, never surrender. Run, fight, for the sake of survival here and now! Never stopping, panting out of breath but she did not ceased until the Wendigos are all slaughtered. Once it was over, victory came about for the Seven Nation Army, the name of Commander Knell's military unit. Emily was out of breath as the others, she was tired as she almost passed out but Jack caught her along with Anita and Minato, they escorted her back to the base of Seven Nation Army. Commander Knell praised everyone for their hard work today. In the meantime at night; Arlow and Menom looked up at the dark sky with diamond like stars twinkling about up there. "Man, look at the stars. I wonder how many there are." said Arlow. "Who knows." guessed Arlow with a shrug, "A million, maybe a billion." "Wow, that's amazing." replied Menom. But they were both tired as they decided to get some rest but they stop in their tracks to hear singing. It sounded like, "Shatter....Shatter." repeated over and over again. Arlow and Menom were dizzy by the singing as they decide to get some sleep in their cabins tonight. While everyone slept; the person that was singing, it was a girl with dark brown hair and wearing white. It was a strapless, flowing dress and wears no shoes on her feet. She looks over at Ryker who slept so peacefully. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. Caressing his hair as she whispered, "So, the beast sleeps tonight. In the army, this mighty army....Is where these warriors have traits of swift, force, strength, and mysteriousness about themselves." The girl watched as Ryker's chest rise slowly up and down as he slept. "He may sleep like a human but I know he has a burning red fury within that body of his." rasped the girl softly. Then, she leaves Jack for a moment to look over at Emily and said, "And you...Once I destroy you....Once you are out of the picture, Ryker is mine! All mine; he won't be a pet of you anymore." The girl muttered quietly. But she hits the sides of her temples as she said in a soft groan, "Urrrgggh!" She calms down by telling herself in a soothing voice, "OK, OK. I'm fine, I'm all right." The girl left as she turned out to be a Wendigo just like Ryker but there's something more unstable in the head about her. A vengeful girl with desire of revenge. Hatred. All in her system. The Seven Nation Army had a field day at the moment: There was a girl who was a Wendigo type like Ryker. She wore a one shoulder dress made out mangled flesh and blood at elbow length while blood seeping among her bare feet. Her irises were red of an inflamed rage and her hair was white as snow as well as her skin complexion. She used an ability of bloody, wraithlike disembodied hands to take out the other Wendigos without remorse. She is chased by Ryker, Anita, Minato, Arlow, and Captain Desmoulin as they sprung a trap on her; kidnapping Wendigo Girl. Later, the Wendigo Girl's wrists were bound over her head as the Seven Nation Army kept watch over her. Mason glanced down at her, "Well hello Monster Girl. Anybody there? I know you can hear my voice. Tell us who you are and maybe we can spare you mercy--If you are willing to cooperate." He said. Wendigo Girl glared back at him but didn't reply. Siegfried looked over at the girl, she was so innocent with blood splattered among her. Red and white contrast with one another, red for impurity and white for vestal, this girl was among rage and pure at the same time. She looked so angry and also hiding her emotions so much. Captain Desmoulin was misunderstood over the purpose about pawing the other soldiers' minds as well as fondling with their emotions. "Why the hell would she do that? What was the meaning into that?" wondered Mason. The Wendigo Girl turned away from him but Mason seized her jaw, squeezed her cheeks so hard and forced her to look at him. "Don't you dare look away from me, look at me right in the eyes and tell us who you are." demanded Mason, "You think any of us don't know who are. By the time their done with you, I can't wait to see you burn like a witch tied to a stake. Now, I'm going to ask you this one more time--Who. Are. You?" Finally after what seems like forever; The Wendigo Girl was quiet and responded in a creepy yet ethereal voice so inhuman and so beautiful that it was chilling too. "I can't explain myself, Captain. You see, I'm not myself. But who cares for you anyway, you are nothing but a deck of cards." Then she opened her mouth as it looked unhinged and let out a diabolic cry from her maw and Wendigos came as they free the creature lady while trying to ambush the Seven Nation Army, who overpower them. She could see something entered her head: There’s a ruckus going on as two girls have gone missing! Panic was arising but not too chaotic was going to happen. “Excuse me, is there a girl by the name of Sara?” A girl asked. One of the men looked at the girl with relief, “Yes, are they all right?” He asked. The girl responded back innocently but it looked like she was trying to keep a straight face. “Oh, I don’t know sir. It seems this one…”  She held a form of a figure without a head to it as she smiled wickedly, “…Lost her head!” Everyone screamed as the girl laughed in hysterics. “Ring around the hussy, a pocket full of boobies. Oh no, oh no, her head came down!” She stomps on the corpse viciously, she shouts down at the corpse: “YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOU?! YOU DON’T GO AND TRY TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE TRYING TO BE HOT, YOU GIRLS MAKE ME SICK!!! IF YOU EVER GO NEAR HIM AGAIN, I’LL KILL YOU BITCHES WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!!!!” She brought out another woman, it was one of the girls but she was tied up and crying, she begged towards the girl to spare her but the girl screams, “NOW EVERYONE WILL HAVE A CHOICE!!! WILL SHE LIVE AS A LABELED FLIRT OR DIE AS A SHAM?!” 

Everyone was getting scared; men were helpless as the women were crying while the girl exclaims maniacally, “TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!” However she then said: “Your time is up, sweetheart.” Just then, in a flash Silence removed her wig, took down Andrea and rescued the girl from danger. Silence saw Andrea had a small capsule in her hand as she threw it down. Puffs of smoke appeared as Andrea escaped. Silence tries to enter it but saw she was gone! Two young men, Artem and Jerome, were escaping from the terrors they saw; Gideon is confronting them both! Jerome asked nervously what he is going to do. But Gideon held the weapon in hand as he smiled darkly at him. “I pull the bayonet here. The magnum goes off. The part of your medulla oblongata spray all over the ground. Everything gets grisly and raw...Then, you die.” Sullivan said, leering over a horrified Jerome. However, Artem hit him from behind and then he and Jerome ran away in fear. However, Constable Lazarro confronted them at gunpoint! “Gentlemen, sorry about this but I believe I have heard of an assault.” He said. Artem and Jerome looked at each other in confusion. “Not sure what you mean.” Jerome said with confusion. Constable Lazarro holds up a picture of a young girl, “I believe you know who I mean.” Artem looked at the picture in shock, “That’s…” He rasped. Sullivan snickered in delight, “You know her; she had been kidnap by you. She told me everything.” He said arrogantly, “As soon as I kill your arse, she’ll be so thrilled of all my hard work.” Artem used a crowbar nearby and hit Sullivan. Constable tries to fire his gun but he is knocked to the wall by the lurching Sullivan! “Come on, no time to lose.” Artem told Jerome, Jerome was about to follow but stopped and called out, “Wait!” Artem was annoyed for he asked, “What is it now?” Jerome looked over as he said, “What is that sound?” Artem wondered what he was talking about but he saw so many men burnt alive and flailing their arms like crazy. Constable realized this was his squad because he could hear them crying out his name. Artem couldn’t believe it, “My god…!” He gasped. Then he heard a voice pretending to let out pleasuring griping as if carnal over the violence: “Look at me, I'm burning.” Moaned Andrea. Sullivan, Constable, Artem, and Jerome were horrified to see Constable’s squad member being burned alive. Andrea emerged from the shadows as she said the constable and Sullivan, “Hello Lazarro….Sullivan, I want to play a game.” She then smiled and giggled maniacally. Artem looked in horror while Jerome was confused by this sight. “What kind of game?” asked Constable Lazarro. “Simple, I set out havoc towards you and you two run like hell.” She presses a button on a pen-like object and there was monsters coming in different directions. 

“It's time to start our game.” Andrea said. “What game are you speaking about, you wench?” demanded Sullivan. “Death, my darling fiend.” Mora said with a matter of fact tone, “Death is a surprise party. Time is an illusion that cannot be given. You think it's the living who have ultimate judgment over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.” She giggled. “What the hell do we do now?” asked Constable Lazarro. Andrea glared at him as she said in an inhuman voice: “The games have just begun. Live or die, make your choice.” The constable and Gideon turned as they saw homunculi coming at them as they begin to chase them. Jerome was shocked by this sight and looked at Artem. She was singing as she whirled around, “Here we go, the world is spinning. When it stops, it's just beginning. Sun comes up, we all laugh. Sun goes down, we all die...” She laughed at Constable Lazarro and Sullivan’s suffering. “’The hell are you?” Sullivan screamed. “Keep yourself down, Gideon.” Lazarro instructed. The hid behind something as they panted out of breath. Artem chuckled, “Cowards. They are so scared.” He remarked. Jerome looked at Artem with confusion. “Do you know these girls?” He asked. Artem glanced at him and said, “In a way.” While they were hiding, the monsters were looking for the constable and Sullivan. “The bitch, how dare she try to kill us with these monsters!” muttered Sullivan in a raspy tone. Constable snickered to himself a little, “Hmm, this is getting interesting…” He rejoined softly. “What are you muttering about Constable?” demanded Gideon, he was about to peek over but Constable put an arm on his shoulder, “Wait, they must be approaching, this is our chance.” He instructed. “What?” Gideon asked. There was a pause before there was a step, then another and then another until they were close where Wenzel and Gideon were hiding. The constable leaped out from his hiding spot with a weapon. “FOUND YOU, WITCH!!!” Constable shouted but his heart dropped and Sullivan was horrified. Jerome trembled while Artem held his breath while staying calm. They saw that Andrea had a gun levitating beside her as she smirked while saying, “Game over.” Gideon let out a nervous laugh, “You have to be kidding me.” He said weakly. The gun went off and hit Gideon, causing him to fall. Constable Lazarro hid but peeked out a little to watch this. Andrea smiled down at Sullivan glared at her. Andrea had her hands into a shape of a V as she exclaimed, “Now is the End of Days, and I am the Reaper!” Gideon smirked darkly, “When you’re frustrated you burn people, but you really are a bit of a bastard, aren’t you?” He remarked. “Excuse me?” Andrea asked glaring at him. It was then Gideon laughs a little,  “Ignorant selfish cruel bastard, yes, I rather think you don’t know what kind of lunatic you have on hand and though you’ve been content to abuse others freely for a good long time you’ll have to accept the fact that you are a monster!!!!” Gideon charges; Andrea stops him telekinetically just in time, and Gideon slips crashing into Kitty, who snarls and slashes him across the face, knocking him down. "AUGH! Bloody hell, stop--!!!!!" Kitty and Polly faintly laughs, Gideon cursed and screamed: "Wretched hussies, you dare attack me? Even this stupid....?!" He was about to say but Mora used her telekinetic abilities. Gideon screamed harder as he glared at the four girls, "I don't know how you know Artem but you are going to suffer. However, Andrea pressed her foot against his arm and said, “The reason I did this today was to make clear these reasons. I will show no mercy to anyone who is in our way. My sisters and I annihilate them. So my good man....Pray. That's all you can do while you're still alive.” Gideon gasped, he whimpered so Andrea placed her feet off him. She smirked at Constable Lazarro, “I promise that my work will continue.” She said and laughed as well as her other three sisters. Emily got back to reality and was shocked by what she just saw! 

In Velvet Ditch once again; Lily is dressed up as she is wearing softy fades from pink to blue and has lots of star details, off-shoulder ruffle sleeves, a shorter hem and a crown. Lily changed into a lace chemise, flower details, dark red floral corset with bead trim along the hem, a skirt with ruffle detail, a red rose in her hair and gold bracelet completes the look. Lily wore a dress which is supported by only two things - the band of thin gold pieces that sits around her shoulders, and by a waistband. Changing into a dress is pleated where it attaches to the shoulder band, then plunges, flaring out into a dress with a train which is held up out of the way by draping it over an arm. Apart from the skirt hanging from her hips, there is nothing but the 2 bands covering the back in this dress. Lily is clothed in corset with lace panels, black lace-up detail and hook and eye closure. She wore in pinstripe print, layered ruffles, black velvet trim & lace-up detailing and copper tone zip closure. Lily is clothed into other clothes: Military-inspired black brocade coat with metal hardware and front button closure. Black acid washed mini pencil skirt with wide waistband. Black garter belt features stretchy straps and hook closure at back. And arm bands with long leather straps, feathered shoulder pads, and a feathered vest worn over a black leotard and thigh-high black leather boots. She also has expansive black wings. The outfits changed once more as Lily was dressing up in a corset with pink details, a pink skirt and red velvet cloak. She changed again and wore a long white robe with long sleeves that reached her elbows, ruffles with pink sparkles, a sheer dress with high slit, and a white corset. It wasn’t until Lily settled for a dress that suited her nicely: The skirt is full of 3 layers full of matte satin, the middle layer is crystal. There are rhinestone starburst designs in various shapes in silver, iridescent and gold. There are sparkles to the bustle as well. Bodice in a Victorian style with small pouf sleeves. Grommets in back that include a modesty panel. The neckline piece is ivory with pink sparkle and soft tulle in ivory gathered on top. Rhinestone sparkles hair picks added in her locks. Afterwards; Lily and some other people were given a ‘royal’ tour of the sights: They came across a beautifully designed cathedral! The cathedral is roughly 128 meters in length, and 12 meters wide in the nave. Its cruciform plan, elevated nave, transept and tower were borrowed from 11th-century Romanesque architecture, but its pointed arches and rib vaulting were strictly Gothic. Indeed, it was one of the first Gothic cathedrals to have arched exterior supports known as "flying buttresses". These were not incorporated into the initial architecture of the building, but were included when stress fractures began to appear in the thin upper walls as they cracked under the weight of the vault. In addition to the flying buttresses, over a dozen supporting piers were constructed to support the exterior walls and counteract the lateral thrust of the nave vaulting. The cathedral is also famous for its external statues and gargoyles arranged around the outside to serve as extra column supports and drainage pipes. As Gothic building designers hoped, the additional reinforcement provided by the buttresses, piers and other stone supports enabled the main walls of the cathedral to become non-structural, and thus a greater wall area was available for stained glass, in order to inspire worshipers and illuminate the cathedral's interior. 

Indeed, The cathedral exemplifies the main contributions of Gothic art to Christian architecture: churches soared higher and were more awe-inspiring, while their stained glass windows let in more light and provided additional Biblical art for the congregation. Thus the clerestory windows of the cathedral's original nave were enlarged in the 13th century, filling the interior with light, thanks to the improvements achieved in structural support. the cathedral's stern facade is decorated with a mass of stone sculpture, notably around the central portal, which is flanked by statues depicting The Last Judgment. The facade design balances the vertical twin towers 69 meters in height with the horizontal banding of the decorated galleries. This produces a simple but powerful western elevation, which dominates the square in front. The cathedral's transept portals are also richly decorated with architectural relief sculpture; the south door features scenes from the lives of a sacred saint along with other local saints, while the decorations around the north door depict the infancy of Christ and the tale of Theophilus. On the other side was a place, this building of exceptional opulence. The style is monumental and considered empire arts style with axial symmetry in plan and eclectic exterior ornamentation with an abundance of decorative elements. These include very elaborate multicolored marble friezes, columns, and lavish statuary, many of which portray deities of mythology. The principal facade is on the south side of the building, overlooking the place and terminates the perspective along the avenue. Fourteen painters, mosaicists and seventy-three sculptors participated in the creation of its ornamentation.The two gilded figural groups crown the apexes of the principal facade's left and right avant-corps. They are both made of gilt copper electrotype. The bases of the two avant-corps are decorated from left to right with four major multi-figure groups sculpted. The facade also incorporates other works. Gilded galvanization bronze busts of many of the great composers are located between the columns of the theater's front façade and depict from left to right. On the left and right lateral returns of the front facade are busts of the librettists respectively. The sculptural group poetry and music, located at the apex of the south gable of the stage fly-tower and the two smaller bronze Pegasus figures at either end of the south gable. Facade of the building with labels indicating the locations of various sculptures. This group of rooms is located on the left west side of the building and was designed to allow secure and direct access by the Emperor via a double ramp to the building. When the Empire fell, work stopped, leaving unfinished dressed stonework. It now houses the opera library-museum which is home to nearly 600,000 documents including 100,000 books, 1,680 periodicals, 10,000 programs, letters, 100,000 photographs, sketches of costumes and sets, posters and historical administrative records. Located on the right east side of the building, this pavilion was designed to allow abonnés direct access from their carriages to the interior of the building. It is covered by a 13.5 meter diameter dome. Two pairs of obelisks marking the entrances of the north and the south. The interior consists of interweaving corridors, stairwells, alcoves and landings allowing the movement of large numbers of people and space for socializing during intermission. 

Rich with velvet, gold leaf, and cherubim and nymphs, the interior is characteristic of sumptuousness. The building features a large ceremonial staircase of white marble with a balustrade of red and green marble, which divides into two divergent flights of stairs that lead to the foyer. The pedestals of the staircase are decorated with female torchères. The ceiling above the staircase was painted to depict different events. When they were first fixed in place two months before the opening of the building it was obvious that they were too dark for the space. This hall 18 meters high, 154 meters long and 13 meters wide was designed to act as a drawing room for society. Its ceiling was painted and represents various moments in the history of music. The foyer opens into an outside loggia at each end of which are the ceiling of the foyer with paintings: the central rectangular panel while the oval panel at the western end. The auditorium has a traditional Italian horseshoe shape and can seat 1,979 people. The stage is the largest and can accommodate as many as 450 artists. The canvas house curtain was painted to represent a draped curtain, complete with tassels and braid. The ceiling area, which surrounds the chandelier, was originally painted with a new ceiling painted was installed on a removable frame over the original. It depicts scenes from operas by 14 composers.  The 7-ton bronze and crystal chandelier was designed as the total cost came to 30,000 gold francs. The use of a central chandelier aroused controversy, and it was criticized for obstructing views of the stage by patrons in the fourth level boxes and views of the ceiling painted. One of the chandelier's counterweights broke free and burst through the ceiling into the auditorium, killing a member of the audience. Originally the chandelier was raised up through the ceiling into the cupola over the auditorium for cleaning, but now it is lowered. The space in the cupola was used in the opera rehearsals, and in was remodeled into two floors of dance rehearsal space. The lower floor consists of the upper floor. The grand organ was built for use during lyrical works. It has been out of service for several decades. The owner had originally planned to install a restaurant in the opera house; however, for budgetary reasons, it was not completed in the original design. Finally; a restaurant was opened on the eastern side of the building. The restaurant was designed as it has three different spaces and a large outside terrace, is accessible to the general public. As she was stressed out; Lily had nightmares. She has scissor-pain contractions, and things that kept her nervous through that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street, those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand. She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children’s heads. She’d be too terrified to speak. 

Today; Lily suffers from her mental illness, she wanted to be fixed her deep-seated emotional problems just as she wanted him to cure her when her body rejected by society. Lily seems innocent and was easy to take pity on because of the struggle she was clearly enduring, and  is unable to hold a healthy relationship because everything in her life is centered around her unresolved issues therefore even his attempts to heal the relationship centered back to what was wrong with her past. Lily is now self-loathing over her misery. They are unable to communicate with her and speak to her only while she is unconscious hoping that the words will resonate in her. Sadly, Lily has developed the delusion that he is betraying her. Lily smashes things against the wall when she gets angry. She is paranoid and angry, thinking she is willing to sacrifice all that she can to rid herself from her pain if it will relieve her of it. This is how desperate she is to save herself, she is also suffering from mental illness while she’s still trying to cure her own self. In a panic; Lily flees and she begins to pray as she gasps for forgiveness! She can feel a sense of calm over her. As she was trying to catch her breath; Lily felt a tap on her shoulder, she looked up to see a young man who was 24 years old, good-looking in a strange way, clean cut and tidy. His words come out in a staccato flow, dry and fast, inexplicably easy to listen to. He was in a waistcoat, trousers and a top hat. Next to him was another young man that looked at Lily. “Pardon me, darling. Is something wrong?” The first one asked. “Who are you?” Lily gasped. Just then, the monsters appeared while Lily took them down violently! Artem was staring at Lily, who seemed frightened and she managed to escape. Lily felt the swelling twinge of fear in her gut as she overcame it as she sprinted. Artem and Jerome went after her! The monster chased Jerome as Lily managed to rescue Jerome and use her gun to shoot down the monster. Jerome took notice of Lily, “You…who are you?” He asked. Lily ran again and hide in a dark room, she waited before she peeked out and thought she lost him. Just then, she heard a voice say: “Hello there, my pretty.” Lily try to scream but she was knocked out. When she woke up, she heard a voice that said: “You’re awake, finally…” Lily begins to have hyperventilation in her panic attack, “Oh god! You found me!” She managed to gasp out. Artem has a psychotic smile while Jerome has an unease smile. “Hello there.” Greeted Artem. “You’re Art—Art—Artem!” stammered Lily. Artem smirked at her, “My, you know me too well.” He seized her wrists as Lily glanced away in terror, screaming! Artem realized he’s scaring her: “It’s all right, I won’t hurt you.” Lily push his hands away while she was panicking, “No, don’t! Stay away!” She begged. Lily backs away from the two, leaning away from Artem who reaches out and draws her to him, until their faces are inches apart.  
They look at each other and Lily pushes him away, kicks off her shoes and she turns her head sharply, biting her lip. He pushes her back into the corner and she starts tearing at him, Artem is crushing her against the wall. He takes her wrist and holds it back against the wall! Jerome is horrified at this sight. "LET GO OF ME!!!" Lily shouted, managing to free her wrist from his grip. She kept beating her fists against him but she ends up burying her face in his chest. Lily was horrified at herself however Artem embraces her. Lily could hear his voice in her ear: "I will always be there for you and will never let you down even if it kills me almost. You can do whatever you want with me. You can use me, you can take adventure home you can take everything you own and you won’t care, just as long as you have me." Lily knew she didn’t feel right trusting him but she links her hands around his neck. Artem ran his hand through her hair, “Nothing will ever harm you, I won’t let them.” He assured her. Lily pulled away and looked up Artem, “Thanks.” She said. Lily was exhausting and stayed with Artem and Jerome at the townhouse where she offered to clean utensils as well as she observed the gentlemen working their experiments of bringing life out of death! While cleaning a sharp knife, she had cut her wrist by accident and begins screaming when she bleeds. "HELP ME!!!" She yelled hysterically, "I'M BLEEDING!!!! I'M BLEEDING!!!!" She was waving her bleeding wrist; Jerome heard her and called for help. No more than two seconds later, Lily was being treated for her wounds as Jerome had some pretty good medical skills. During the process; Jerome managed to heal the wounds but Lily was squealing from the stinging pain and trying to squirm away so Artem had to hold her while he soothing comforts her as Jerome heals her wounds. Lily wasn't screaming so much but winced and whimpered a little. Jerome looked concern, "Is she OK?" He asked. "Yes, she’s fine.” Artem assured him. He turned to smile at Lily, which this caused her heart to flutter. “You are squeamish like a baby, aren’t you Lily White?” He teased. Lily just smiled as her wrists were being bandaged. “There, keep these on no matter what. Your wounds need time to heal. After awhile your lacerations will recover over time. All right?” Jerome said. Lily nodded, dazed. She could feel the firm touch of Artem as she became shaken. She felt like she could fall into his arms, if she could. Later; Lily was walking with Artem and Jerome. She looked distracted as she couldn’t look at them. However, they reached Gideon Sullivan and his lackey friends. Gideon took notice of Lily and glared at her. Lily knew this was her time to leave. “Um, I’ll see you later.” Lily said shyly. “Of course.” Artem said. He pats her head and Lily was off on her way. Artem trots off to Gideon and the other gentlemen as Sullivan was talking about Lily to the gents, “My mate Artem, swindling with a strange girl.” The guys cheer in encouragement but Artem laughs as he looked embarrassed. However; Artem begins to pander towards them, “Now, now, I find those cute strange gals to be sweet and fragile.” Gideon smirked at him, “I'll bet you do, you little sleuth, she could give you a flash of her Strawberry creams. Mmm, delicious isn't that right?” He remarked cruelly. The other guys laugh.  Artem joins in, laughing in spite of himself.  

But Jerome gives Artem a disapproval look. From the other side, Lily peering over at them. Hardly believing it as Artem joins in the laughter. Later, Artem saw Lily walking alone and he joins her. “Strange of you to walk here by yourself.” Artem asked. “Yeah, guess I’m an oddball huh.” Lily said. “No, of course not. You are perfectly fine.” Artem assured her. “Guess being found by you and Jerome was the biggest mistake. I guess that’s why you found me. Swindling with a strange girl.” Lily pointed out. This stunned Artem quite a bit! “What?” Artem asked. Lily was walking from him, “Oh, please.  I only found you interesting because I thought you might actually be worth my time.  But you are just a snob. A wannabe snob.” She said. Artem was trying to catch up with her, “No, I’m not.” He was saying. Lily looked at him with a glare, “I saw you making fun of me with those guys, even that nouveau riche.” She replied. Artem felt guilty, “I wasn't making fun of you.” He said. Lily look away, “Give me a break, you're so full of it. Maybe I could flash my 'creams' at you any day of your life! Maybe I'm 'delish' huh.” She said. And then she turned on heel and walked away. Artem watched her, feeling guilty. That night while asleep; Artem awoke to hear someone, “Hello... Hello?” He called. The door handle turns and nothing happened. After a moment, it opens a crack. “Lily?” Artem asked. She is there. She puts two fingers to her lips and walks toward him. She carries a candle which reveals her long hair, her lovely eyes. “It’s you, Lily.” Artem said. She says nothing, simply crawls into bed, positions her knees on either side of him. She leans forward and kisses him forehead. “Hello my dearest Lily White.” He greeted. “Ssshh.” Lily said with a hush tone. She begins to move against him. Their faces touch. She doesn’t kiss him, but he can feel her breath. She sits up. Lily, then, pulls her blanket off, exposing her pinkish white nightdress. She reaches under the sheets, curls her fingers around him. He flinches at the pleasure of it. “Is it alright?” Lily asked with concern. He can't speak. Only nod. He bites his lip as she slips her legs in between him into her and begins to stroke at him. The pleasure is too much, and he gets off too quickly. She falls forward on him, begins to laugh. “What...what is it?” asked Artem. Lily raised her head with a playful grin on her face, “You really are a Cherry Boy.” She said. Artem tenses a little. Lily giggled, “I'm playing. It’s fine. It’s wonderful...I’m so happy…” She paused but she said in a soft tone: “Hold me.” And so; Artem does, as if he’ll never release her. He lies with his arms around Lily. However, this turned out to be a dream because Lily woke up and saw she was lying on her stomach as her wrists had bandages on them. She blushed, feeling like she was having these steamy yet carnal dreams about Artem. This boyish beauty of a young man changes Lily’s world. He is dear to Lily. Lily is putting in everything in order of her stories and entries to hopefully get his love and attention. This boy should feel blessed – Lily doesn’t give her love easily, all that effort she’s put into trying to gain this boy’s heart. However, the boy is avoiding her love for him! People often say how they love someone’s eyes and Artem's blue eyes and this love is tormenting Lily. She’d be without his love. The intimacy between them which is getting her down, rather than the lack that she’s at risk of losing herself in Artem. She wants to lose herself in Artem but can’t. She is in need for this boy. He inspires her, he was somebody who is a source of inspiration for her. Her muse, someone who whispers creative thoughts into her mind. However little did she know, Lily was being watched by an apparition of a woman’s shadow as well as four other girls. They were observing her torment, her distress.....