EDIT 2/27/11: Hey there readers! Guess what? I'm not dead! If you're reading this, that means that I am, or very soon will be, back from my hiatus. And just in time for Silent Music's first birthday! The reason for my massive (and in my opinion somewhat needed and also somewhat unexcusabe) absence is conatined herewithin. Every chapter is getting a makeover for grammar, consistency and all around better-ness. I should have a brand-spanking new (if all goes well) chapter by Friday. I hope.

So enjoy the new, updated chapters. Every edited chapter will have a little notice up top, saying what's changed, etc. If it doesn't have one, it hasn't been edited yet, but stay posted, because it will be.

Much Love,
~~BJ

Woohoo! New story! Well, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Brigette Janine and this is my second feature-length fic. I have a general rule that I try to please the reviwers, so if you have an objection, comment, or just like the story, write a review or PM me, I don't bite.

Discalimer: No matter how much I wish, I don't own anything related to DGM. I do own Krystal, that's about it.

So let's get this show on the road. (This first parts a bit graphic, featuring foreshadowing character death. Most of the story will be rated a strong T for language and all the violence that comes with being an Exorcist.)

Prologue

Krystal lay in the cold snow, her many cuts and burns staining the snow red. Her auburn hair fanned out like a flaming halo.

Skinn Boric stomped closer to her. He took a playing card from his jacket pocket, "Krystal Cyra," he read. He looked at the girl's face, "Is that you?"

"And what if it is, ugly?" she retorted, feeling her fire draining quickly, spilling into the freshly fallen snow.

"Then I guess you die now." He grabbed her by the throat, "Destroying you and your Innocence will be easy."

As he squeezed her throat and black spots formed in front of her eyes, she heard a crashing through the woods. As the sound got closer, the Noah's nails dug into her flesh, cutting the delicate vessels and tissues that ran through her neck.

Skinn's hand jerked back, taking out a bloody portion of her throat. Krystal gasped futilely as she watched her own blood spill out onto her chest. The crashing got closer and he turned around, scanning the woods. He dropped the handful of flesh, a twinkle of green innocence peeking out from the red. "How does it feel to die, little exorcist girl?" He looked around as the crashing became still closer, and retreated back into the woods, blending into the shadows.

As a permanent darkness began to creep around her vision, she felt a pair of callused hands grasp hers. "Krystal," he whispered. She looked up, trying to focus her violet eyes on the stormy blue ones above her. She smiled one last time, signing weakly into her friend's hand, Kanda.

Wow, that's pathetically short and teasing. Come back for more!

Again, please review...not that there's all that much to review...

Happy Easter and I'll see you sometime artound next week!

~~Brigette Janine