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A/N: Have patience. Dennis will be back next chapter, and no, this isn't a Mary/Gary Sue. Stick around.
Prologue: All in a day's work
Once, somebody told me that everything comes to an end. I asked my mom if that was true.
"No." she said. "Most of things are never finished. Only keep going and going, out of sight".
"Never finished."· I repeated. She nodded gravely.
"It's like a chain. Things go on, just not always as you would expect them too."
That's what she said. I never knew if it was true, though. By that time, she was quite mad because of the visions.
----From Dennis Rafkin's diary.
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The two hidden figures peered up from between the bushes, while the shaken four remaining persons alive exited the house. "We're too late," whispered the younger one. "The place is already in ruins."
"It is, but it's not over yet. Do you see the glow in there?"
"You know I don't," the man answered irritably.
He stood up as soon as he heard the car moving away, and helped his companion to her feet. "What do you mean, it's not over? He got out. The man that just left, that was Arthur Kritikus."
"But the spell is still going. Look."
The woman, a pretty brunette in her thirties, walked cautiously to the remnants of the glass house. Suddenly, she grabbed the other by the wrist, forcing his hand to the semi-demolished wall.
"Opal…!" His cry got abruptly cut, his eyes going blank for an instant. He pulled his hand away, and ran inside.
She followed him just in time to watch him trap over one of the bodies and fell on his face.
"·Are you ok? Griffin?" She asked worriedly.
He sat on the ground, lifting his hands to his head. "Kalina. She…" His voice cracked. He fought for control. "She was an idiot" He stood up. "Must be this way."
"Do you know this one?" she said, nodding her head to the corpse at her feet.
Griffin gave it a little kick to turn it over. "Dennis Rafkin. Another repented sorry bastard."
"Should we take him too?"
"I guess. Maybe Ellis can figure something from him." He wandered further inside, and came out rather quickly, looking greenish. "And forget the 'too' part. They're pulp."
She stared at him a little, but didn't argue. As they carried the young psychic's body to their vehicle, however, she said:
"I thought you would want to retrieve your sister's body. I thought that was the whole point for you to come here."
He shrugged, and swore as he almost dropped the corpse.
"We weren't that close as to make me wipe her out from a wall. May as well wait the authorities to do it for me, when they come to see the carnage and all."
"Won't they notice they're missing a body?"
"If Ellis sees nothing, we'll bring him back. They won't come that quickly, you see; it'll take a while until they believe what Arthur says."
They dropped their charge in the back seat; then they went in. She drove.
"And if he does see," the man said, his voice toneless. He turned to look at her. "What do you think it happens then?"
She gripped the wheel. "Then, I think, one body more or less will be everyone's last thing to worry about."