Two Halves of a Whole by fountainofroses

This is a new story. I am sorry for everyone who is waiting for the other story to be updated but I have ran into a few problems both personal and technological. The Technological problem is that my useless computer decided it doesn't want to connect to the Internet. Another problem is that the little booklet that I kept ALL my notes in and chapters has disappeared during the move (which is the personal problem) so all my current stories are put on hold until that booklet is find. So I deeply apologize. Now on to the story.


Chapter One – The Enemy of the Crusniks

The sounds of running could be heard down the narrow cobbled street, accompanied by a young looking man with long blonde hair and wearing a white suit. His eyes srying left and right looking for either a quick escape or for his pursuers.

"How the hell did this happen? All I was doing was minding my own business" the man huffed as he stopped by a water fountain to catch his breath. When a shout echoed from around the corner, the young man started to run again. Rounding bends and corners in the dense city, the only real thought going though his head is to find his twin brother, needing to warn him of the impending danger. But as he was about to turn into another bend, into another narrow alleyway with a few sets of steep stairs, a sudden pain shoot though his head. As he blacked out, he fell down the stairs, his head hitting the cobbled stones hard.

"Target is required. 01 has been apprehended." The soldiers sigh rubbing there arching legs.

"Excellent, bring him immedia…"

"OY. YOU SCRUM BAGS." An angry red-faced man shouted at the two soldiers, grabbling them by their neat collars and dragging them away, leaving the young man unnoticed and unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.

About thirty minutes later, a priest with long silver hair and glasses, pasts by on his way home, comes upon the unconscious form at his feet. Taking a closer inspection of the face that belongs to the Contra Mundi, Father Abel Nightroad sighs and picks his insane twin up, and holding him bridal style carries him home.


Who can guess the enemy that makes Almighty Cain Run? Those who guess correctly get virtual cookies and milk.