Phenomenon Serendipity--Chapter 3

This is the third chapter to my anime crossover, Phenomenon Serendipity. It's more redux and different from the YouTube podcast version so apologies to all you wonderful people and also for delaying on the Cosmic Convergence chapters. All rights of anime belong to original creators, I am just simply writing a story and this is NOT fan fiction!!! I had thought of a crossover since I was a kid and I've been in the process of creating Phenomenon Serendipity since 2011 as I remember it clear as day. Want to see the project on my YouTube? Go to this link here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLo8KGLBb_s4aJTge0HOToMIrP7lGLbBNP

Chapter 3 

As she lead this squad alongside her team; Maggie was a hot tempered, cranky, bitter, and loses her temper easily. She would be pouncing the others, grabbing his neck and try to strangle him. It would take a lot to restrain her however Maggie would kick their keisters for touching her and was on tension for some strange reason. Maggie was acting cranky and rude towards others. She also couldn't stop eating as she fears of gaining so much weight however she hasn't round out however she goes through lewd and vehement behavior. BV is concern for her friend as she watched as Maggie has silhouette visions of a shrill spasm, and an ax chop down, followed by splattering liquids. She is apathetic; she has a clear vision of her cutting and bleeding. Tears running down her face, in reality Maggie buys a piece of a large raw meat, hanged it above her in the shower and takes off her clothes. She took a knife and cut the blood open as she let the red plasma oozed over her body. It showers continuously over as she felt so good. It felt so strange but so alive; she had visions of a white room, a psychotic breakdown, feet dancing over glasses as they are now covered with cuts. Then there was other visions of blood smeared hair and eyes. Blowing a bubble gum, applying lip gloss with raw meat blood, white snow falling, rainstorm, crying hysterically, an open heart surgery, and a bookstore with bloodstained book cases. But now she had been scared since her encounter with Tommy Rawlins, who is now a punk styled psychopath with murderous intentions and got so frightened but she wasn’t going to be seen as a weakling. However; Maggie cringed at how she recalled on how much she was considered an 'untouched prude' as she was always vestal that boys wondered if she was pure or floozy. She remembered on her early days where Maggie used to be a ecdysiast, an exotic dancer to be exact, who is making money to go and live a new life from the life she lives of sin and troubles. One night it was dark and there was no sound except the chirpy ringtone came from Maggie's cell-phone that was in her bag. She answered it, "Hello?" She said. Maggie listened before she responds back, "Hey, it's me. Just got back from 'struttin' my stuff' if you know what I mean." Another pause and then she said, "I know, I know. Look, once I get that hundred grand; then I'm done. OK? It's my last tomorrow." A short pause, "OK, cool. Thanks." And she hung up after saying goodbye to that person. Just then, Maggie thought she heard something and turned around. "Who's there?" She called out. No one answered so Maggie kept walking however she felt like someone is following her so she begins to run but that was a big mistake. Her heel broke and slid down a steep street but the figures approached evil chuckles. "Stay away from me!" cried Maggie, but they didn't listen. Maggie was attacked and tortured by five men. Just then, there were police sirens in the air and the men heard them as they escaped. Maggie developed hatred towards men as she gets her revenge. It stripped her of her being an ecdysiast. One day, Maggie woke up with a rash on her back and then the rash came to life as Maggie developed blood-like symbiotic powers with flesh engorged masses across her body. Finally; she tracks down those that wronged her and prepared herself for the craziest journey yet to come. And thus, Maggie had a dislike for men. But that all changed when Maggie met the group called Sabertooth and the others came along her new life. She is unsure and feels unfit. One day; Sting, Rogue, Lector and Frosch were trying to be nice to her however Maggie felt something was up and didn’t like it when people play games. She try to get them to back off and leave her be but they weren’t, much to her annoyance. “I’m warning you, you better not say anything to provoke me.” Maggie informed with a dark look in her eye. Sting was plucky and yet laidback while he replied, “I just want to help you; we all want to help you.” He placed a knife down. Maggie looked at the knife more closely, “Where the hell did you get that knife?” She asked. “You know this knife, it was kept in because BV wanted to help you catch the bastards but that’s a lie isn’t it?” Sting countered. “I remember that knife, Oh god…I don’t believe this!” gasped Maggie. Lector and Frosch were nervous as Rogue say, “Maggie…can’t we explain…?” Then, there was a screech and Scarlet shouted: “WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME THIS?!” Sting sounded scared, “I…I don’t want you to get the wrong idea all right?!” He declared. “Do you have any idea what happen to me?!” Maggie shouted. Sting and Rogue were shocked, they realized what happened at that bar where everyone was screaming while they fled in fright. Sting and Rogue saved Maggie from going out of control. Together they knocked her out. After Maggie recovered, Sting and Rogue asked her about if this was why she was like this. Maggie does not believe them as she thinks he’s pretending to care. Sting assures her that he isn’t. Just then; Sting begins to recall something as he spoke, “There are times when things get tough and after all that we've been through with Jiemma, but my guild and I have taken Sabertooth to where we are now. I was a guy who felt he was on top of the world but after being defeated by Natsu, Jiemma had try to take away my best friend that it hard to get through; thinking he was gone. I was  not being able to loosen up and enjoy life out in the open like all the other people such as Fairy Tail.  However, it helped me realized what Fairy Tail truly is. Why are they so happy and why people enjoy things. Guess Sabertooth found the key to happiness and that changed the way we viewed the world and life. It wasn't about being on top ranked guild, it was about family and friends. It was really just about that.  The key of happiness only lies inside of ourselves as also people who believe they found their happiness in another person!  Now I found out that living for others and sharing love, time and other good things in life with people is what truly brings fulfillment and happiness. I just believe that life is much more than our physical plan, and what makes me happy is doing the right things like sharing talent and good messages to strangers I face, and friendship with my Guild and Fairy Tail. I now believe in the possibility that everything will be fine in the end, because whoever is watching us, will protect us. Because everyone is going to the same place and state of true happiness and enlightenment. I'm glad with the possibility that everyone is the same, and it fills me in a strange way. I spent my life regretting my mistakes and feeling angry towards people, all because I am not able to look at things in a different perspective. But I learn that stuff like this  happens, just let it pass and forget it. You know, you can’t change the past, so there’s no reason to holding on to it.  Too tired of remembering the past which doesn’t allow me to live. I just want to put the past apart and live the rest of my life without regret! I'm determined to forget about my mistakes and live in the present. Life is like a long road filled with ups and downs, the struggles, the unexpected events that occur; and in the end it only makes you stronger. But overall you have to learn to not think about it.” Maggie was annoyed of his monologue as she snapped him, “Your point?” She crossed her arms around her. “What I'm saying is you need to forget and forgive, there ain't no time to regret....Heh!” Sting replied with a grin. Maggie rolled her eyes, “Spare me the banality.” She remarked. “He’s right, you know.” Rogue replied. Maggie said while turning to him, “You believe what he said?” Rogue articulated, “He’s stubborn and too excited but he knows better. And I know what that’s like.” Maggie got annoyed, “Here we go.” Rogue expressed his point of view: “I used think that success I was searching for but is stressing out about it because I'm scared for it might not be exactly what I wanted. I'm having second thoughts about whether this will all go according to plan. I should be happy with my accomplishments, so I pretend to be. But I'm depressed, and it never feels like it’s enough and I never actually happy. It shouldn’t be my problem that other people can’t seem to agree with me. It’s my life I should be allowed to live it as I see fit. My problems are my problems, people who are judging others and discussing problems are irrelevant, people not to be concerned about what anyone else's doing and to leave us all be be, I know I can handle this my own way without criticism. Though I can't help to wonder....Is living an average, unnoticed life is okay with anyone? Do you need to pretend you are something you’re not? Is posing to all the people who have ever doubted me? Once all your dreams come true and you get what you desire the most; you will remain unhappy and unfulfilled at the end. Until now....I was not being able to loosen up and enjoy life out in the open like all the other people. I feel like I'm in darkness, making it hard to see the bright side of things. I couldn’t control it and the harder you try to build some sort of power inside, the harder you fail at it. This somehow gave a new perspective about life. I felt like I hadn’t changed but since encountering Gajeel and my experience against him while also discovering my future; I feel lighter now. I feel very different. I have not experienced this in my life before. Maybe I was ready to change. Maybe I was ready to leave a lot of things I’d held onto in the past behind. I don’t know if that happens to other people when they hit a certain age, or maybe some people don’t even have those issues to begin with. Perhaps it’s not very common, but I know that it was important for my future. However, it helped me realizing why people are happy and why people enjoy things. I found the key to happiness and that changed the way I viewed the world and life. I don't feel happy as in everything is always going to be alright and I'm not going to suffer anymore. But by being happy I mean that I've come to terms with my weaknesses and faults, and has accepted them. Now I'm at ease with myself. I felt like something changed. Now all of the sudden – and now I feel like a very different person.  I wasn’t happy with my life and I had a lot of hate inside. I felt lonely, like I had no friends or anyone by her side. It was all about arrogance, sadness and depression. I was hiding a lot of feelings just for the fear to be hurt by someone. I didn’t want to show myself weak, it was a game of power and control. Something Jiemma had taught us, now it doesn't apply. But now, I'm opened up about all this. I isolated herself by dispelling everyone. Many times, I thought I was better on my own. I finally realized I may need a little help and company with others to help me out. I'm not afraid to say how I feel. The people who I used to be closed up to are now close to me, I've been given hope about the future and the possibility to find happiness. I was searching for this happiness, I've been looking for so desperately that I idealized it and made it “sacred”, even was just as distant and unreal as a ghost. In the instant I let this ghost go, happiness followed me and that was Frosch even friends that made me strong. I found this source of joy, it just connected with me very naturally. I found that the key of happiness only lies inside of ourselves as well as to people who believe they found their happiness in another person. I lived my life only for myself. I discovered out that living for others and sharing love, time and other good things in life with people is what truly brings fulfillment and happiness. I always been cynical about life. I think the cynicism’s gone a bit. I guess it’s probably because I’m happy. It sounds very uninteresting, but I think when you aren’t happy with yourself you tend to be much more cynical about life. I just believes that life is much more than our physical plan, and what makes me happy is doing the right things like sharing talent and good messages to others and love to my real friends. I believe in the possibility that everything will be fine in the end, because whoever is watching us, will protect us. Because everyone is going to the same place and state of true happiness and enlightenment. I'm happy with the possibility that everyone is the same, and it fills my heart.” Maggie cut the lecture as she demanded, “Why are you telling me this? You don’t need me, I’m just some pathetic person.” She turned away as she felt tears brimming at her eyelids. “I know someone…Or more than one hurt you…Your friend BV told us about how you were attack, I’m sorry.” Sting said. “It’s fine; it’s not your fault.” Maggie replied, “It’s mine.” Sting and Rogue were shocked as well as Lector and Frosch. “How is it your fault?” Rogue asked. “I let them come on to me. My outfit was revealing…” Maggie started to say. “Don’t say that!” Sting exclaimed. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s true!” Maggie said. “You actually believe all that!” Sting said, “You deserve better than the life you’ve been through there.” Maggie tensed, “Why do you care?” She asked softly. “I need you Mags.” Sting’s words made Maggie shocked. She had to turn away as she felt the tears streaming down her face. “You do?” However, Rogue also joined in: “We need you more than anything. Everyone in this squad needs you, we need you. You are our own chance of survival. Neither of us is going to give up, who cares what those bastards say? Friends are your only chance of survival.” He said. Maggie was crying of happy tears. She never felt so loved. She turned back around and embraced Sting and Rogue. “Nobody has ever said that! You guys are awesome. I promise that I’ll be nicer to you, OK? I’ll trust you even more. Thank you, you’re the best.” She blubbered. Maybe, just maybe she can start trusting guys again. Besides these kind of guys weren’t so bad after all! 

In the meantime; there was a young man by the name of Benjamin Hallows. Ben begins to have nightmares that involved his fears of death: He would wake up in a coffin as he heard a preacher reciting a prayer while mourners weeping over his casket. Ben begins to bang on the lid of the coffin as he called, "Hey! Can anybody hear me?" Nobody could, the funeral continued from outside. "Somebody, help me! I'm alive, help!" He cried out louder. He banged it as loud as he could and screamed until his lungs were about to burst: "PLEASE! I'M NOT DEAD!!!" Another nightmare was of his older sister that looked zombified as she was crying, "Goodbye dear brother, rest well." She whispered, tossing a red rose down. The rose feel down into the crypt pit as Ben calls out, "Sister! Please, I'm not dead!" But heard his name being called. It was his mother, who had her hand out as she said: "Come to me, my son. Come over to your mother." Ben felt tears in his eyes as he walked over but stopped and gasped when he saw his mother's face was decaying, his lips were gone and there was gunk around her teeth. A few parts of her skin were decomposed and only some bones were exposed. Ben ran for his life but he tripped as he found himself in a pile of dismembered body parts. Ben looks up as he cried out, "What's going on? Let me out!" Just then, the body parts come to life and seized Ben, pulling him under. Ben struggled, he tried to break free but those arms pulled harder. He glanced up as the silhouettes of his mother, brothers and sisters. "Bye Ben." They hollered. "Nooo, don't! Don't leave me here! Brothers! Sisters! MOTHER!!!!" The pit hole closed up and Ben woke up screaming however he decided to study about resurrection the dead. He writes notes on what his taught and found serums. He needed someone he could trust, someone who knows what to do in the works of science! Someone to be a friend and partner. It was then there was a traveling circus in town and a man calling out, "See the wonder! Come, come, come inside and see the one and only Freak Boy!" The crowd could see a young man all chained up in a caged arena while his master beats him! The crowd laughs except for a girl and Ben, who glared at the cruel master. The master collects money from the laughing crowd that left, however the boy was shocked to see the girl was injured as he treats her but the master hurts the boy. However, Ben chokes the master to death and frees the boy but the girl didn't see this as she was unconscious of her injury. "You look quite different from early, my good man." remarked Ben. The young man glared at him, "Spare me the platitude, what do you want?" snapped the young man. "Is this how you than me? Well I'm insulted!" said Ben who pretended to be insulted however he grew serious. "Show some respect, I saved your life, the least you could is to be grateful, what is your name?" He demanded. The young man sighed, "My name is Taylor Timmons." He said. "Filthy sot made a lot of hell for you and he collects money as a result in the process.” “You wouldn't understand how much pain I was in." Taylor replied. Ben nodded, thinking about his father. He kind of does understand! "Taylor...do you know about raising the dead?" Ben asked. "Yes, a lot in fact I know a lot more." Taylor said. A smile crept upon Ben's face, "Excellent." He answered softly. All of his life, Poor Taylor never had friends in his life but once he's bathed and dressed much better in clothes, Taylor becomes Ben's assistant. Ben is a man of unbridled passion while Taylor is a man of moderation and reason, but there are differences--Taylor is bare-boned when Ben attempts to heal his wounds. Most of why Jerome is so willing to follow Ben around and do as he's told even when he's unhappy about it stems from the fact that Ben essentially gave Taylor an entirely new and non-miserable existence by hauling him out of the circus. Ben and Taylor bonded very close, but their friendship is an unhealthy one, and it's especially harmful for Taylor. These two guys have such a good time together, and as an audience, it could be that some would think that they want them to be together. It's exciting; they have all these adventures that are half the time. The other half the time, Ben utterly abused, and beaten up, and hurt, and embarrassed, and just manipulated by him, so half the time is where these guys are great together and the other half the time is begging Taylor to run away now! Taylor becomes this close but good friend to Ben, whose erratic demeanor and contentious opinions irritates and offends everyone else. It was long ago; he can remember what the world was like when he was a child. It was peaceful and different in his perspective. A young man name Benjamin Hallows once lived in a country of Wales. His heritage is a variety of Scottish, British, and Czech. He lived with his family of two brothers—Isiah and Charlie, a sister name Dawn and an adoptive sister name Myf. Ben's parents were Marcello and Calypso--Calypso was a sweetheart, Benjamin adored his mother so much as he and his siblings loved her. Then, it all came crashing down when Benjamin learns Calypso had given birth to a dying still born baby as she was dying herself! Calypso told her children to care of each other however it didn't last long for misfortunes to Ben: First his little brother Isaiah was murdered on accident, the second is Charlie was found dead with his neck snapped while blood oozed around his corpse. Then, Myf is accused of the murder and is sentenced to death. The ordeal had devastated Benjamin but he found great happiness when Dawn gets married to the love of her life! It got bad when Dawn was killed on her own wedding night by her new husband who got off Scot-free but it wasn't him. Ben was angry by this, he becomes a crying fit and in a depression where he was having trouble dealing with the fact that humanity doesn't live forever and they die in the end. Ben had panic attacks and sobbing frenzies as he wants to be remembered as a being that was powerful and untouchable being ruled over the havens of Earth. It was human nature to leave a mark in history and in the hearts of other people! Ben is desired to have unlimited time but death that will prevent him from doing that no matter how hard he tries. It wasn't until Ben learns his father Marcello is mutilating bodies to show his artwork and he wants to show the world his great masterpieces and has pushed people when he could see their flaws and believe he could fix them. He kills them by wither having their mouths taped shut, stabbed repeatedly, or shoot them. Ben was forced to watch, if he tried to intervene then he would deal with his father of his physical abuse or emotional torture. Marcello did horrendous experiments to people, making them his lab rats and causing them to have their bodies change in somewhat disturbing imagery. And made children into superhuman weapons, putting people through difficult tasks as Marcello would cry out: "YES! YES! WRITHE AND BE REBORN INTO BEAUTY!!!!" Ben became nauseating and vomited somewhere, away from the show of horrors that was his father's so called magnum opus. Armand could see stitches on the victims, rashes and bloodied while also pus inducing scars and other things that were gross. In result, the victims succumb and die. he soldiers tore the young women away from their loved ones and their families, gave them some surrogate mothers and kept other traumatized women in isolation rooms, sometimes for up to a year. A doctor began expanding his project. He and his assistant created a dark metal box designed to isolate the women from everything in the outside world. Within days, the women kept inside the pit were driven insane, incessantly rocking and clutching at themselves, tearing and biting their own skin and ripping out their hair. When finally removed from isolation, they were too traumatized to interact with others, and some were so shocked and depressed that they starved themselves. Then, the women restrain and inseminate by crazed and perverted men, then they would later watch and photograph the mentally ill mothers physically abusing and killing their own babies or causing miscarriages as well as kamikazes. As the children grew up; a doctor then begins experimenting on the children. The children willingly allowed the cruel doctors to use their bodies in experiments involving toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, skin creams, detergents, liquid diets, eye drops, foot powders, and hair dyes. Though the tests required constant biopsies and painful procedures, none of the children experienced long-term harm. The next day; the children were placed in experimental groups, the assistants gave positive speech therapy to half of the children, praising the fluency of their speech, and negative speech therapy to the other half, belittling the children for every speech imperfection and telling them they were stutterers. Many of the normal speaking children who received negative therapy in the experiment suffered negative psychological effects and some retained speech problems during the progression of their life. As the children grew up; a doctor then begins experimenting on the children. The children willingly allowed the cruel doctors to use their bodies in experiments involving toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, skin creams, detergents, liquid diets, eye drops, foot powders, and hair dyes. Though the tests required constant biopsies and painful procedures, none of the children experienced long-term harm. The next day; the children were placed in experimental groups, the assistants gave positive speech therapy to half of the children, praising the fluency of their speech, and negative speech therapy to the other half, belittling the children for every speech imperfection and telling them they were stutterers. Many of the normal speaking children who received negative therapy in the experiment suffered negative psychological effects and some retained speech problems during the progression of their life. Due to unsanitary conditions in the next week, it was virtually inevitable that these children would contract disease. One doctor sent to investigate the outbreak, proposed an experiment that would assist in developing a vaccine. However, the experiment required deliberately infecting children with the disease. Though the doctor’s study was controversial from the start, critics were eventually silenced by the permission letters obtained from each child’s parents. In reality, offering one’s child to the experiment was oftentimes the only way to guarantee admittance into the overcrowded institution. These un-consenting subjects were lured to safe-houses by prostitutes on the payroll, unknowingly given hallucination drugs and other mind-altering substances, and monitored from behind one-way glass. With an experiment involved with blood pressure and blood flow; the researchers used 113 children ranging in age from one hour to three days old as test subjects. In one experiment, a catheter was inserted through the umbilical arteries and into the aorta. The child's feet were then immersed in ice water for the purpose of testing aortic pressure. In another experiment, up to 50 children were individually strapped onto a circumcision board, then tilted so that their blood rushed to their head and their blood pressure could be monitored. Individual children did not give informed consent and were not informed of their diagnosis; instead they were told they had 'bad blood' and could receive free medical treatment, rides to the clinic, meals and burial insurance in case of death in return for participating. Standard treatments for syphilis were toxic, dangerous, and of questionable effectiveness. Part of the original goal of the study was to determine if patients were better off not being treated with these toxic remedies. For many participants, treatment was intentionally denied. Many patients were laid to and given placebo treatments—in order to observe the fatal progression of the disease.

Most people lived and worked farming the land—but, particularly towns grew larger and more important. They were places where markets were regularly held and where craftsmen lived and worked. Some of the finer buildings in the town, such as a rich merchant’s house, were built of expensive stone. The poorer houses were made from cheaper timber with walls of sticks and plaster, called wattle and daub. The grandest building in the town was the stone-built church at its center. This was built to show the world how prosperous the town and its lord were. The town’s buildings contained shops and workshops on the ground floor with living areas above. Inns were not only places where people gathered to drink. They also provided food and lodging, as well as stabling and fodder for the travelers’ horses. Most townsfolk struggled to make a living, but some merchants became very wealthy. They lived in grand houses in the center of the town and employed servants and entertainers. The merchant owned the whole house, but might rent a small room at the top of the house for a poor family to live in. Many different craftsmen lived and worked in medieval towns. They included bakers, butchers, blacksmiths, carpenters, arrow makers, bow makers, dyers, potters and many others. A craftsman’s workshop, shop, storeroom and home were all found in the same building. Craftsmen took on apprentices to help them. They lodged with the craftsman and his family. If, after several years’ training, the apprentices proved themselves, they, too, could become master craftsmen and set up their own shops. Market day was the busiest day of the week in a medieval town. Local farmers came to town to sell their meat and vegetables using horse-drawn, two-wheeled carts, while merchants came from farther afield to sell their fine cloth and other wares. Peddlers sold all kinds of goods. Tinkers would repair pots and pans. The marketplace was alive with noises and smells on the morning of market day. Pigs were a nuisance, however. Most townspeople kept them as they were cheap and a good source of food. But they were often let out into the streets to forage. The streets of a medieval town were dirty and smelly. Open drain channels ran along the sides or down the middle of the streets. People often threw dirty water out of their windows. The streets were also lively places—particularly on market days. Jugglers, jesters and even dancing bears entertained the crowds. The population of the area in the city grew from 18.5 million to 40 million. Only around one-third of people lived in cities at the start of the period, but that figure grew to around four-fifths by the end. Many cities had fine town halls, public museums and art galleries. Richer people lived in villas or streets of fine terraced housing. The poor, however, often lived in overcrowded slums that lacked proper sanitation, causing outbreaks of fatal diseases such as cholera. A series of public health observations were intact after they improved living conditions. Clean drinking water was piped to each house, sewers were built, streets cleaned and street lighting installed. Many towns and cities became centers of industry. The invention of steam engines meant that goods could now be manufactured on a large scale. It also gave rise to the railways: steam trains transported people and goods from town to town. Factories and workhouses took the place of craft workshops. Gas lighting and underground sewers made the streets safer and cleaner. People flocked to the cities to work in the new industries. All kinds of people lived in the cities. Laborers and servants were the most numerous. Although some became better-off, many were still poor. They lived in cramped, decaying houses, known as slums. Shop- and office-workers formed a lower middle class, while lawyers, doctors and factory-owners made up an upper middle class. People lived in different areas of the city according to their wealth. Rich people had several servants, kept a carriage and wore fine clothes. They lived as far away as possible from factories and poor areas. Many towns grew rapidly into large, bustling cities. Because so many people moved to the cities for work, there were often too few buildings for them to live in. Many people lived in terrible poverty. Most lived close to their factories, with whole families sharing one or two rooms. There was no running water: water had to be collected from a public tap. Instead of flushing toilets, many people had to use cesspits, which were emptied infrequently. Children often shared beds. Efforts were made to improve public health by better sanitation. Factory life was extremely hard. Factories were noisy and crowded, with no toilets. The hours were long. Women and children worked in the factories and in mines because their families needed the money. Young boys sometimes worked as chimney sweeps, climbing up chimneys with brushes to clean them. Other children worked as street sellers, errand boys and shoe-cleaners. Luckier working-class children were taken on as apprentices to learn a trade or became servants. The poorest people, who could not support themselves, had to live and work in workhouses. Although they had a roof over their heads, families were forced to split up and there was never enough food to go round. Only wealthier people could afford to follow fashion. Women in fashionable society wore corsets and padding to mold their figures into the ideal shape. They wore frames called crinolines underneath their dresses to make their skirts wide and bell-like. This fashion was replaced by the bustle, which held their skirts up behind. Women opted for a slimmer skirt. Respectable women and men wore hats when outdoors. Men wore dark suits with waistcoats. However some clothes were often made in factories using sewing machines, rather than hand-stitched by seamstresses and tailors, and then sold in department stores. In a well-off Victorian-styled house, the upper floors were taken up by the servants’ quarters and by the children’s nurseries. The children rarely saw their parents. Instead, they were looked after most of the time by their nanny. She oversaw the children’s meals, washing, lessons and playtime. Children from well-to-do homes had plenty of toys and games. Other children played hoop rolling and other games in the street. The drawing room was where the well-to-do entertained their guests. Only the houses of wealthy people had bathrooms while in poor home qualities, servants carried a bath tub up to a bedroom and filled it with hot water from downstairs. The kitchen of a wealthy Victorian-styled home was in the basement. It often had a flagstone floor, a large wooden table and a coal-fired iron oven called a range. There was usually a shallow earthenware sink and piped water. The water was warmed using the heat from the oven. There were no refrigerators, so food was placed in zinc-lined wooden chests containing lumps of ice. The housekeeper bought meat and vegetables from tradesmen who came to call at the kitchen door. Within these parts is where Ben and Taylor live. In the meantime; there once was a boy who was out hunting with his father, they had their dogs with them as the father wanted to take his son out, to learn how to hunt. Just then; the dogs were going crazy as both father and son saw a figure in the distance. It was hard to see so the boy used the rifle at the figure and pulled the trigger. The bullet missed however the figure groaned in pain and scampered away! But something was on the ground; the boy picked it up and saw it was a toe. He showed it to his father, “Why son, it looks nice and plump. Let’s go home, your mother will put it in the soup and we’ll have it for dinner.” His father said. So, they did. That night; the mother carved the toe into three pieces and they each had a piece. The parents did the dishes while the boy was getting ready for bed! As everyone slept; the boy woke up to hear something out in the distance, it was a voice calling to him: “Wh—ere—is—my—to—ee?” It groaned. The boy got scared but he immediately reassured himself, “It doesn’t know where I am. It will never find me.” Just then; he heard his backdoor opened and shut. The boy hid under the covers as he tried to get back to sleep when his bedroom door opened and someone crept in. The boy was shaken with fear, someone stopped at his bed and pulled the covers off the boy! The boy looked up to see a girl in a purple dress with a white collar, white socks, and brown shoes. There was buttons in front of the dress. She looked beautiful but her eyes were full of hate. “What pretty eyes you have.” The boy spoke nervously. “Thank you, they are meant to stare.” The girl said. “What beautiful hands you have.” The boy stammered. “They are meant to touch and put my hands around you.” The girl replied. “And what are your teeth for?” The boy asked. The girl’s calm demeanor became vicious as she exclaimed, “TO GRIND YOUR BONES, YOU FOOL!!!” The boy’s scream is heard from the house! That old mansion is said to be haunted as a rich man offered a hundred dollars to whoever would do it. The boy suggested to try but only if he can have his dog with him, so it was all settled. That night, the boy and the dog were at the mansion. To make the room more cheerful, the boy made a fire in a fireplace and they both waited. Just then, a female’s voice was singing: “Mi—ti—dough—ty—wal—ker.” The boy was uneasy until he was shocked to hear his dog spoke out in response, “Lin—chee—chin—chee—col—ly—mol—ly—din—go—din—go!” The boy was surprised, dogs were not supposed to talk. Just then, the female’s voice was singing was coming closer and it was the same words, “Mi—ti—dough—ty—wal—ker.” And the dog responds back in croons: “Lin—chee—chin—chee—col—ly—mol—ly—din—go—din—go!” It went on like this for quite a while, then a figure fell down the chimney and missed the fire. The dog took one look and fell over, dead from fright. The figure turned to the boy, the figure was a woman who looked down the boy and slowly smiled into a grin. The boy’s scream was heard from the mansion, the next day they found the boy was alive but catatonic as he lied next to his dog. There was a 16 year old boy working on his grandfather’s farm when all of a sudden, he saw a young woman in a sheer white, long dress and barefoot. She has untidy hair with a flowery crown adorned on her head. But her eyes looked wild with revenge. The woman beckoned to the boy; however the boy hurried back to his grandfather and told him everything! “Give me your truck; I’ll go to the city! She’ll ne’er find me there.” Said the boy. So the grandfather lets him and the boy sped away. The grandfather went into town, looking for the woman and found her. He then asked, “Why did you frighten my grandson? He’s only 16; he’s too young to die.” The woman replied, “I am sorry about that sir. I didn’t mean to beckon to him. But I was surprised to see him.” Just then, the woman smiled and claims: “You see, I have an appointment with him….This afternoon, in the city. He has an unfinished business to take care.” A college girl returned to her dorm from the library, but found the lights are out and her roommate was asleep. The girl quietly undressed and changed into comfy clothes, she got into bed. Then, the girl heard humming as she told her roommate: “Please, stop humming. I want to get some sleep.” The humming stopped and the girl went to sleep. It was early in the morning at around 4 or 5 in the morning to the humming sound, the girl politely asked her roommate to stop. “Go back to sleep, it’s too early to get up.” The girl said. The humming didn’t ceased and the girl was angry, “Cut it out! That’s not funny!” She said heatedly. The humming didn’t stop as it was low and quiet so the girl jumped up and pull the covers off. Her frustration turned to pure horror when her roommate was found decapitated. The girl believes she is having a nightmare and decides to go back to sleep! When she wakes up, she thinks everything will be fine. A grave robber dug up a grave of a woman that had died and found two valuable rings, a wedding ring and a glowing red ruby. The robber tries to get the rings off but they were stuck on the unveiled body’s fingers. The thief tried to cut them off, the finger was now oozing with blood and the figure begin to stir before it sat up. The thief was startled that he scrambled out of the grave, he accidentally knocked over the lantern and the light went out! He heard the corpse climb out as the corpse walks past him, the figure then turned to the robber and asked: “Whooooooooo are yoooooouuuuuu?” The robber was so scared that he started to run until he tripped and fell into the grave but he realized that he still had the knife in his hand as he stabbed himself! He then started to bleed to death. Two sisters were misbehaving by breaking the rules and made their mother very upset. She punished them as the girls promised to be good! This was three times they did this on each day, but previously the sisters were told to do these things only because a girl told them to do it for the price of a drum. The drum played as the figurines come out and dance. That’s why the girls are doing this. Until the mysterious girl told them no, claiming they were just playing a game and she wasn’t going to give it to them. The two sisters fled in tears but they got home to see someone there and their screams echoed throughout the land. There once was a man who loved to eat and his wife would cook for him. One day, the man left a pound of liver meat that he bought from the butcher shop. So his wife cooked it for him. She cooked it for him, however she decides to taste it and found it to be just delicious. The wife indulged it so much that she found it all gone; she panicked as she knew her husband would return home and be angry with her. That’s when she remembered that there was a rich old lady that had died: Her body was lying in the coffin of the church…Later on, the man was eternally grateful for the meal his wife cooked and told her to try some, since he was in a better mood than he usually was. But his wife refuses, allowing her husband to finish it all. That night, the wife was trying to read however she felt guilty for what she had done. Just then, she heard a voice that said: “Who has my liver?” The wife was horrified to hear this; she wanted to believe that this was all a dream or if this was her imagination. But she heard that voice again but it was closer, “Who has my liver?” The wife squeezed her eyes tight, she wanted to run. “No, no, no! I don’t have it! I don’t have your liver.” She whispered. She felt the voice next to her as it asked, “Who has my liver?” The wife did not open her eyes but pointed to her husband, “He does! He has your liver!” She claimed. The lights went out as the man begins to scream and scream in utter terror. On an isolated, seemingly haunted townhouse was on the seaside. Inside of the place, there was an operating table of brain transplants. A big rabbit-ear antenna with an electrical arc between the posts. A magnetic coil. A roof that opens to the sky, to let the lightning in out.  A mainframe computer with big dials and switches on the front with spinning tape reels. Bits of animals and people preserved in formaldehyde. A whole bunch of glassware, especially test tubes, beakers, flasks of colored liquid, distilling columns, condensers, burners, and an object given when a subject hooks a bunch of them together. There are chains and manacles as well as a big worn chalkboard filled with equations. Dusty piles of incomprehensible failed experiments, which may or may not suddenly, become a danger to anyone wandering around unsupervised. Big levers and control panels. And lastly, an enormous knife switches for completing dangerous electric circuits. Someone push the plunger of the syringe down and inject the air from the syringe into the vial. He kept the needle in the vial; he turns the vial upside down and made sure that the medication liquid is covering the tip of the needle. He made a deep incision through the skin to facilitate the procedure. Often, multiple incisions are possible for this operation. He injects into the corpse from the back, he then tell his assistant: “Now…Pull.” And his assistant did the deed. Then, after the electricity currents revived the cloth covered being. The figure came alive, its eyes was close. This person has a boyish beauty which includes his bright, baby blue irises. His physical beauty, innocent-looking and all-too-young appearance. The guy’s youthful facial features tend to be highlighted, having eyes of optimism and stunning shade of vibrant blue. He looked to have a mental anguish and vulnerability while intense physical and emotional pain. Though he covers his anguish and pain with his vanity and strange demeanor. This man was none other than Ben, Ben Hallows. Ben watched the figure under the sheets as Taylor surveyed at it too. The figure came to life; it was a tall woman with long, thick and shiny dark hair. She has naturally light, golden skin tone with thin lips, eyes with long eyelashes, and a strong look. She has a vestige of great beauty. Slowly rose up; the woman’s eyes opened as her eyes like the high-noon sky where they are dark, clear green that is luminous. As well as a muted, soft medium green that may contain a few flecks of icy blue in the iris and are closer to the color spectrum and will tend to absorb light rather than reflect it and appear luminous. Her name is Beauty, and she never felt more alive. Ben smiled, “It’s…alive!” He said softly. Taylor grinned excitedly, “Do you realize how significant this is?” He asked. “Very much.” Ben agreed. He turned to Beauty, “Miss Beauty? Can you hear me?” inquired Ben. The woman looked around, she saw Ben and said: “Yes…Master.”

In the meantime at around night time; Sylver wore a black dress with crochet lace trim, pull up lace-up corset detail; tulle underlay and back zip-up closure. Around the skirt was faux leather garter skirt with lace panels by the name of Sylver. She looked stunning! Sylver was on the interior balcony railing from above, down below her was a fancy social club—Girls in pretty dresses, guys in suits, alcohol was served around. “Look at all these wealthy people. I hardly doubt that this Ben Hallows guy is going to be here.” Thought Sylver. Just then she heard a voice bellowing from the corner booth: “LIFE IS SACRED TO MANKIND!!!” Sylver turned her head and saw a guy. He was wasted from drinking a lot of whiskey, next to him was his friend who was smiling nervously and they were surrounded by gorgeous, voluptuous women surrounding them. The girls were taking a notice of them as Sylver was curious but her heart dropped when she remembered the description of Ben as well as Taylor. Ben was 24 years old, clean cut and tidy while his voice came out in a staccato flow as well as dry in that British accent. And Taylor has hair that reached his neck a little, a white pale complexion, and is one year younger. He was timid yet docile. Sylver felt a swell tingle inside of her as she begins to feel lubricious yet prurient. Ruttish, fulsome and her heart were into overdrive of intense desirable feelings coursing through her body. She had a smile on her face however she shook her head rapidly and told herself to focus to shake it off the feelings she had. Watching intoxicated Ben; Sylver felt jealous of Ben getting all the women’s attention. Then, things got worst: 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 Rose?” 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 Rory Leigh removed her wig, took down Rosemary and rescued the girl from danger. Rory saw Rosemary had a small capsule in her hand as she threw it down. Puffs of smoke appeared as Rosemary escaped. Rory Leigh tries to enter it but saw she was gone! She gritted her teeth however she turned around and saw Ben staring at her. Rory Leigh remembered she took off her wig and stood up to face him. “Stephanie, is that you?” Ben gasped. Rory Leigh ran as Ben cried out, “WAIT!!!” At the same time, Sylver ran out of the building and got back in the back of the car and told the driver to drive, she was so scared in the backseat that the constable sped off away, fearing she would have a panic attack! Ben felt sick, he rushed outside and puked his guts in an alley as he was shaken for what he saw. Taylor came beside him and patted his back, “You OK?” He asked with concern. Ben caught his breath while wiping his mouth, “What does it look like? No, I’m not…Sorry but the whole thing is enough to make a man go mad after seeing that gruesome sight.” He replied. Taylor helped him up, “Come. I’ll help you get back.” He said. And the two of them head back. The next day; Ben woke up on the sofa as he looked hung over from last night until all the memories started flooding back to him of what exactly happened. After recalling the events from last night, Ben realized what happened and let out a harsh cry that startled Taylor, who came rushing in to see Ben was scrubbing the sink from his vomit he threw up in. “Are you all right?” He asked. Ben seemed mortified as he looked away. “Ah, yes. I’m just cleaning the sink. Seems I mistaken the sink for the loo, didn’t I?” Ben said, smiling half heartedly. But he was deep in thought as said, “People are such swine, I don’t understand them, I admit this, to some degree. I don’t know the things to say to make them like me, or not like me, I don’t care if they like me.” Taylor spoke up, “It’s all right.” Ben glanced at him: “What?” He asked. Taylor smiled, “It’s all right to be concerned if people like you. I like you.” He said. Ben felt content: “I...like you, as well.” He replied as he smiled back. Taylor grinned as Ben flushed at what he said and continued to clean the sink from the chunks. “Yes, must clean up my spews.” He mumbled. Around night, Ben was at his workstation while everyone slept. He looked at the clock that struck at midnight, Ben glanced at the calendar and his face softened. He pulled out a picture frame” There is a woman with long blond hair that reached down her waist. Her bangs were parted on the side of her face; she has blue eyes, and wore a blue dress with a white fabric to accentuate her chest. This was Ben’s mother name Veronica. A short boy with a cheerful but youthful smiling face. He has dark grey eyes and short, blond hair as he was dressed in a shirt with rolled up sleeves, grey trousers, suspenders, and brown shoes. This was Ben’s little brother Isaiah, he was a cute admirer of his older brother Ben the most and believed his brother would grow up to big a great scientist. Next to the boy was a tall boy with brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin. This was Ben’s older brother Charlie. Besides Isaiah was a little girl with platinum blond hair in pigtails, she wore a pink dress and full but pale red lips. She was Myf, Ben’s little foster sister. And next to Charlie was a girl that was almost at his height. She looked like an angel with her golden blond hair and brown eyes while maintaining a slender frame. Her name was Dawn. Ben looked at the portrait with sad eyes as he whispered, “Oh my family, I missed you so much.” He thought of some memories from his past life: He thought about the time he was young as Myf was singing a hymn. Young Ben turned to his little sister when she had finished, “That was beautiful Myf.” He said. “Thank you, brother.” Piped Myf. “OK, here. It’s done.” Ben replied and he places a crown of flowers on Myf’s head. “There.” Young Ben said. This made Myf smile happily, “Oh thank you brother! I love it!” She chirped. “I’m glad.” Replied Young Ben with a grin. “Ben! Myf! Are you out here?” Their mother called. “We’re here!” Young Ben hollered back. Leslie got up and hurried over to her mother and Dawn, who were approaching. “Mummy, Dawn!” Myf said, bouncing up and down. “Look! Look! Ben made me a crown! I’m a princess!” She exclaimed. Calypso smiled, “I see. Well, you make a beautiful princess.” She complimented. Dawn turned to Ben, “So you played with her all day?” She asked. “Yes.” Young Ben said. “Uh huh, let’s do this again Benji! Today was fun!” Myf added. “Yes, but next time; Dawn and Mother should join us.” Ben agreed. “Don’t forget Papa, Isaiah, and Charlie! They should join us!” Myf pointed out. “Yes, they should.” Answered Young Ben, “Imagine that—a family event.” The mother nodded, “Very much so Myf.” She said. “I do believe so as well.” Echoed Dawn. Suddenly, Dawn begin to cough into fits of wheezing! Ben looked at his sister with concern, “Dawn?” He asked. “What’s wrong sister?” Myf inquired. Dawn continued to cough in response, “Hack! Hack!” The coughs sounded horrendous. “Sweetie!” Calypso said to Dawn. “Don’t worry, mum. It’s just another one of my fits, I’m not getting sick.” She replied. “If you’re not feeling well, I’ll get Marcello to get you some medicine.” Her mother assured her. But Dawn responds with an annoyed expression, “No! I mean, no thank you—I can get it myself.” She clarified. “Dawn, are you OK?” Young Ben asked. Dawn put a smile on her face, “Don’t worry about me, Benji. I’m OK, I promised.” She said. Ben smiled back, “OK.” He said. Dawn ruffled her brother’s hair playfully and her smile widened. Calypso said, “Now then, let’s go in. I’ve made my specialty of Sunday roast.” Myf clapped her hands happily, “I love Mummy’s Sunday roast but more of her cooking.” She squealed. “Yes, Mother’s cooking is the best.” Ben agreed. In the present; Ben placed the frame on the desk and got up to go under his bed where he keeps souvenirs of the past in a box. In it was a stuffed bear from Myf as a gift, a storybook that Dawn and Calypso that would read to him as a child, and mementos from his innocent childhood. The items in the box has tears staining a little inside and Ben placed the box down gently as his hand covered his eyes, “Mother…Myf…Isaiah…Charlie…Dawn…” He thought. He moved his hand away, his eyes were bloodshot red and puffy. Ben sighed, “Damn! I shouldn’t be up this late. I need to get some sleep.” He muttered. Ben puts the box away, turned off the lights, and got into bed. His eyes felt heavy as he went to a deep sleep! He dreamt of darkness however he heard himself as a child and his sister Dawn. He heard his youngest self ask his sister, “Dawn…Why do you hate Father so much?” Dawn’s voice didn’t say anything but she responds: “I don’t hate him but he’s so dramatic. Hot tempered. And so delusional.” Ben was interrupted by a scream, a female’s scream so blood curdling and loud that woke him up. He got up as his head out from his room, Taylor was also coming to meet him and the two of them head down! Ben and Taylor monsters which used to be the children experimented on before by Marcello! Ben and Taylor fled as they got away to somewhere safe when they entered a room where they see a woman’s back towards them. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Ben called. No one answered. So Taylor approaches the woman, “Miss? Are you all right?” He asked. Just then; the woman turned around swiftly where she’s bleeding from her head down to her face and neck. She wore a black dress with black and white striped sleeves. Black stockings and matching shoes with buckles. Ben recognized the woman as a mother who exclaimed, “Give me back my baby! Give me back my baby!” Ben and Taylor were very startled as they fled from the room, shutting the door behind them. Panting out of fear; Taylor asked, “Who was that?” Ben managed to reply in between gasps, “The woman…She’s the mother whom her daughter was taken from.” Ben angrily slammed his fist to the wall! Moments later; the two young men opened the door to find Astrid is gone but on the floor was a small pool of blood by the window, Ben and Taylor breathe a sigh of relief however in small blood pool was a shiny key. Ben took the key; washed it and places it in his pocket. The two young men walked down the halls, they noticed down below to see more Infestations down there. They were walking about and moaning to themselves! Ben and Taylor sneak away as they came across the closet door, they opened it and found a library. Ben looked under and saw a head there, startling him and Taylor! Ben tucked it away as he took a step back. All of a sudden, the gentlemen saw a headless Infestation hybrid body suddenly got up and walked over to a blood splattered sheet as he removed it to reveal a head. Ben saw the head was a failed experiment of Marcello’s work. “You found me…” The man rasped. He placed his head back and turned to Ben, “Thank you sir.” He said with a raspy whisper. In a blink, he was gone. The gentlemen moved on ahead, where they entered a room and saw someone standing there. Ben and Taylor were shocked to see a lady with blood stained hands. The woman wore a black bodice with an oiled navel in front, long sleeves and a long, black leather skirt down her ankles. Her hair reached down to her waist while she has wild eyes as she stared at the two young men. “Ophelia, are you responsible for this chaos?” Ben asked. Ophelia stared at Ben with a smirk on her face. Ben became angry, “Answer me!” He demanded. “Aww, what’s the matter Benji? You’re not afraid of having the skeletons from your closet come out to play are you?” Ophelia taunted. Ben’s hand clenched into a fist, “You brought back the victims that my father did to them! Why?” He asked. Ophelia grown serious, “They are Infestations, yes. But unto time, they will become my army of Corruption. Not of demons but what they are referred to as perhaps ghosts…Only, they are not.” She explained. She walks away while saying, “You really shouldn’t put your trust in Crispin Dirge. He sounds promising however he offers you nothing more than pain and suffering. He will cause your downfall. Don’t trust him, Ben. I wouldn’t want your boyish ass to be wiped clean off by him.” With that she strolled and disappeared into the dark. Ben felt his body was covered in goose-bumps so he and Taylor continued on ahead where they saw a Infestation child who gives Ben a note that says: “Go to the autopsy room. It’s a massacre, trust me. There’s something wrong with this place.” Curious, they went! Ben and Taylor walked into the autopsy room where it was downstairs basement so they head down there. It was quiet going down and there were rooms of body parts in jars and other diseases in containers. They walked down the autopsy room and opened the door. Then, there was a horrible discovery: “What? Is that Bodies? What the hell...?” Ben stuttered. The bodies were of innocent people. “I see you found the sacrifices, what a pity.” Ben and Taylor turned around, there was Crispin Dirge standing there. Wearing a blood stained aprons over his suit and his hair was messy. “Dirge!” Ben said. Dirge smiled in a sadistic manner, “Ah, my secret has been discovered. You caught me red handed.” She said but glares at Ben, “You are such a fool, aren't you Benji? So naive, such a fool!” Ben felt his body quivered, “Dirge? How could you?” He managed to say. “Oh, Benji my boy. You were always such a mad scientist. Like your father, how much he had experimented on children. And years later, here you are…Experimenting.” Dirge said, he had a calm look however that didn’t help with the crazed expression in his eyes. Taylor felt uneasy about this and he looked scared so badly that he thought he was going to lose it. “I don’t experiment on life in the sickest way like my father did. I only want to bring life out of death.” Ben claimed. Dirge chuckled, “Is that so? Or perhaps you want to do it because you couldn’t save the people that were victims of your papa. Daddy did a lot of sins but as they said: ‘Like father, like son.’” He said. Taylor looked over at the intense expression on Ben’s face. “Stop it.” Ben growled angrily. “I mean, you have great scientific expectations. You could go far, test out babies and how would they survive these challenges.” Continued Dirge, he grinned with the most sadistic smile on his face. He couldn’t stop ranting: “How would a woman be with an animal sewn up inside her body? Someone having their parts removed and reattached? How sick and disturbing but it’s the beauty of experimentation, yes?” Ben looked uneasy and he begins to retch silently however he swallowed the spews of vomit back up. Dirge grinned wildly, “How about attaching mouths to the backside? Haha! Sounds like that movie with the sick doctor! But we’re all sick doctors aren’t we?” Dirge digressed. Then he looked at Ben & Taylor and said, “Why don't you come with me? You two and I could have a better life! You will never see your precious Ophelia and her daughters again! Maybe Ben, you’ll be just like your Daddy.” He swayed side to side. “NO!” Ben said; he and Taylor were about to leave but Dirge stopped them: “What's wrong? You look so sad, don't you like it here?” She asked. Ben shivered. "I can't....I DON'T WANT TO WORK WITH SOMEONE WITH YOU!" shouted Ben. He and Taylor ran off as they managed to find a room when all of a sudden Dirge is confronting them both! Taylor asked nervously what he is going to do. Dirge 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.” Dirge said, leering over a horrified Taylor. However, Ben hit him from behind and then he and Taylor ran away in fear. However, Inspector Shadrick Lovell confronted them at gunpoint! “Gentlemen, sorry about this but I believe I have heard of an assault.” He said. Ben and Taylor looked at each other in confusion. “Not sure what you mean.” Taylor said with confusion. Ben used a crowbar nearby and hit the inspector. Inspector tries to fire his gun but he is knocked to the wall by the lurching Dirge! “Come on, no time to lose.” Ben told Taylor, Taylor was about to follow but stopped and called out, “Wait!” Ben was annoyed for he asked, “What is it now?” Taylor looked over as he said, “What is that sound?” Ben wondered what he was talking about but he saw so many men burnt alive and flailing their arms like crazy. Inspector realized this was his squad because he could hear them crying out his name. Ben 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 Rosemary. Dirge, Inspector, Ben, and Taylor were horrified to see Inspector’s squad member being burned alive. Rosemary emerged from the shadows as she said the constable and Dirge, “Hello Inspector….Dirge, I want to play a game.” She then smiled and giggled maniacally. Ben looked in horror while Jerome was confused by this sight. “What kind of game?” asked Inspector. “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.” Rosemary said. “What game are you speaking about, you wench?” demanded Dirge. “Death, my darling fiend.” Pansy 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 that has ultimate judgment over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.” She giggled. The inspector and Dirge ran to hide somewhere separately. They were hiding for a few moments before there was a pause before there was a step, then another and then another until they were close where the inspector and Dirge were hiding. The inspector leaped out from his hiding spot with a weapon. “FOUND YOU, WITCH!!!” Inspector shouted but his heart dropped and Sullivan was horrified. Jerome trembled while Ben held his breath while staying calm. They saw that Rosemary had a gun levitating beside her as she smirked while saying, “Game over.” Dirge let out a nervous laugh, “You have got to be kidding me.” He said weakly. The gun went off and hit Dirge, causing him to fall. Inspector Lovell hid but peeked out a little to watch this. Rosemary 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!” Dirge charges; Rosemary stops him telekinetically just in time, and Dirge slips crashing into Rue, who snarls and slashes him across the face, knocking him down. "AUGH! Bloody hell, stop--!!!!!" Rue and Collie faintly laughs, Dirge cursed and screamed: "Wretched hussies, you dare attack me? Even this stupid....?!" He was about to say but Pansy used her telekinetic abilities. Dirge screamed harder as he glared at the four girls, Rosemary 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.” Dirge gasped, he whimpered so Rosemary placed her feet off him. She smirked at Inspector Lovell, “I promise that my work will continue.” She said and laughed as well as her other three sisters. Meanwhile, a young lady was waiting for the guy to drink his liquor. The girl looked like a teenager, despite her dress choice of skimpy only slightly at some place but she looked firm and calm. This teenage girl name Rory Leigh and she is 15 year old who takes her revenge on a man by discreetly poisoning his drink with white powder concealed in her ring. The man attempts to strangle Silence, but she is able to break free, and gain enough time to locate bullets and a gun in a case. 

When he turns around to attack her again, Rory shoots him in the head, causing his brains to be splattered on the wall. She then climbs out a window and down the fire escape. In a bit of bait-and-switch, it’s not Rory who was found in the apartment, but the man that attacked her, whom she killed and ditched the body without any trace of fingerprints. That man is now reaping what he initiated. Rory begins to feel sadness that is overriding all other emotions and possibly actions. The deaths of his family members is motivation to keep pursuing the ones that killed them. Praying just isn’t doing it for her, she feels that she needs revenge and she can’t look past her family being murdered. Then, as Silence is skipping down the street; a child predator went after her. As she descends into an underground area, he pulls out a cloth with chloroform. Just as he is about to attack, she screams and begins utilizing her militant-like martial arts and enhanced powers to beat the man. She raises him into the air with one hand and defeats him by slamming him against walls and shooting bullets into and through his body. Using a pen to add a pitch black mark to a tally on the pad of paper, adding another victim of her justice to the count. Even if he thinks she’s crazy, she isn’t. Yet. Even though she didn’t want to kill him, she was pushed so far by the horrible thing he did to her. She — in the heat of passion, anger, rage, sadness — couldn’t stop the emotions she was feeling to the point where she went out and she shot him. Rory knows what she had done was wrong, and now she is constantly thinking about it. She has a guilty conscience. She needs to move on before someone finds out about this! At first it was first it was just what seemed like a small altercation nothing really to worry about. however because she failed to see how severe the situation was it evolved into a real problem that she could have avoided. "What has gotten into me? I killed this man. I wasn’t thinking the moment I shot…Now the police are looking for me and I have to flee!" thought Silence. She didn’t mean to hurt him and take him away from his loved ones. When she took her firearm out, she took his heartbeat away! She feels really bad for shooting someone down, and she looks back at her actions and regrets them so bad… What has she become? Obviously she killed a man. She probably did this by accident or on purpose. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do or where she is going to go after she shoots him. Tugging, crying at herself for thinking back at what she has done and now realizing she could face actions for her criminal actions namely killing a man. After the day she had; Rory sat there, working on her laptop, while she sat there and thought about her past that involved with horrific experiments: It begins with the soldiers tore the young women away from their loved ones and their families, gave them some surrogate mothers and kept other traumatized women in isolation rooms, sometimes for up to a year. A doctor began expanding his project. He and his assistant created a dark metal box designed to isolate the women from everything in the outside world. Within days, the women kept inside the pit were driven insane, incessantly rocking and clutching at themselves, tearing and biting their own skin and ripping out their hair. When finally removed from isolation, they were too traumatized to interact with others, and some were so shocked and depressed that they starved themselves. Then, the women restrain and inseminate by crazed and perverted men, then they would later watch and photograph the mentally ill mothers physically abusing and killing their own babies or causing miscarriages as well as kamikazes. As the children grew up; a doctor then begins experimenting on the children. The children willingly allowed the cruel doctors to use their bodies in experiments involving toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, skin creams, detergents, liquid diets, eye drops, foot powders, and hair dyes. Though the tests required constant biopsies and painful procedures, none of the children experienced long-term harm. The next day; the children were placed in experimental groups, the assistants gave positive speech therapy to half of the children, praising the fluency of their speech, and negative speech therapy to the other half, belittling the children for every speech imperfection and telling them they were stutterers. Many of the normal speaking children who received negative therapy in the experiment suffered negative psychological effects and some retained speech problems during the progression of their life. Due to unsanitary conditions in the next week, it was virtually inevitable that these children would contract disease. One doctor sent to investigate the outbreak, proposed an experiment that would assist in developing a vaccine. However, the experiment required deliberately infecting children with the disease. Though the doctor’s study was controversial from the start, critics were eventually silenced by the permission letters obtained from each child’s parents. In reality, offering one’s child to the experiment was oftentimes the only way to guarantee admittance into the overcrowded institution. These un-consenting subjects were lured to safe-houses by prostitutes on the payroll, unknowingly given hallucination drugs and other mind-altering substances, and monitored from behind one-way glass. With an experiment involved with blood pressure and blood flow; the researchers used 113 children ranging in age from one hour to three days old as test subjects. In one experiment, a catheter was inserted through the umbilical arteries and into the aorta. The child's feet were then immersed in ice water for the purpose of testing aortic pressure. In another experiment, up to 50 children were individually strapped onto a circumcision board, and then tilted so that their blood rushed to their head and their blood pressure could be monitored. Individual children did not give informed consent and were not informed of their diagnosis; instead they were told they had 'bad blood' and could receive free medical treatment, rides to the clinic, meals and burial insurance in case of death in return for participating. Standard treatments for syphilis were toxic, dangerous, and of questionable effectiveness. Part of the original goal of the study was to determine if patients were better off not being treated with these toxic remedies. For many participants, treatment was intentionally denied. Many patients were lied to and given placebo treatments—in order to observe the fatal progression of the disease. Rory and her sisters, even her mother, had survived from all the pain through all that however she knew the pain wasn't completely gone from all what she'd been through! Nobody knew that Rory has hidden strengths that nobody is aware of. She can be herself when no one is around to judge her. She is taking things farther in this mission alone. She can clearly tell that this mission will want her to take things to the next level. In the past, she has something to lose. She is dangerous! Rory might look like an innocent young girl, but she’s tough. Whether to stick to her old ways, playing with other people with emotions, killing people, and moving on; she feels like she's changed for some reason. Rory causes trouble, she’s abrasive. She doesn’t care who gets in her way. While she slept; Rory went to sleep as they went to her world where she saw memories in her mind that scared her into waking up. There was a memory that Rory could see in her mind that involved with Rosemary: When the priest makes inappropriate advances toward Rosemary and begins to touch her in a lewd manner, Andrea throttles and strangles him almost death, yelling: "you never do that again!" This is upsetting towards the priest and allowing her to escape. Rosemary goes into the basement to her shrine, where she keeps her strange items, one of them being a jar full of large cockroaches, which she keeps alive by feeding them. She also still has the girl's doll and puts on her mask. One day, the priest was found out for his inappropriate crime against children. Rosemary remains detached from what is happening. In the confusion, a few policemen run into the church and arrest the priest, while Rosemary, still having not received communion, walks out of the church and pulls out a picture of the murdered bodies, fondling photo and smiling to herself. In the massacre; Rosemary and her sisters killed their tormentors were ominous words. Rosemary faced one as she used her powers and told the bully, "Go to sleep." Pansy also said to another bully by saying, “You should’ve done that....You met a terrible fate, haven’t you?” She giggled at the sight of this. Rory Leigh woke up with a shriek and panted as she calmed herself down! The next day, Rory was listening to radio signals as she saw her sister Rosemary there. Rory smirked at her sister as she said, “So tell me: how does it feel to abandon our dear friend? Hm, can't say I enjoyed it very much. I missed him too much.” She looked sad as she looked at a childhood drawing of what looks like her, the other sisters—including Rory, and a young boy who had a name next to him that says Ben. Silence looked pained at that name; Rosemary saw her sad glance as she said: “You know what I think? I think you felt guilty for leaving him behind, and that's what kept you on the run.” Then, Rory and Rosemary heard shouting from the building. “Hmm. Sounds like his feeble attempt to clean up their mess isn't going so smooth...Make no mistake: We are being hunted, Stephanie.” Rosemary hissed, speaking out with Rosemary’s real name that made her stomach lurched.