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"Nonononononono!" Rosette moaned as she slumped over the wheel of the car as it sputtered to a dead stop. She looked out one of the windows of the car, and noticed it was getting dark fast.

'Good job, Rosette, now we're stuck out in the middle of nowhere and the car's broken! It can't get any worse!" Chrono moaned as he leaned his forehead against the window. As if to answering to Chrono's lament, clouds started to darken the already gray skies, and rain pelted the roof of the car. In the back, Azmaria looked out the window in a frightened manner. She jumped high into the air when lightening scarred the sky's now black complexion.

"It just got worse..." Chrono muttered under his breath, sending fog across the surface of the glass.

"Are we going to be okay?" Azmaria asked, her voice shaking in terror.

"Don't worry! We're going to be fine, I am a member of the militia now," Rosette replied, her voice loud and brash as she did her best to reassure herself, too.

"Keep talking like that and you'll scare her even more," Chrono replied sarcastically.

"WHAT!?" Rosette roared as she faced Chrono, rage burning in her eyes.

"N...nothing!" Chrono did his best to reassure her and to keep his bones intact.

"We're not going to be spending the night in the car, so Chrono, you'll get out and see if you find a place for us to spend the night," Rosette said evilly, glaring at her demon partner.

"But, it's raining outside, and there's lightning!" Chrono protested, pointing one finger at the slightly foggy window.

"So?" Rosette asked, as she opened the door, and shoved him outside of the car. She slammed the door on the enraged form of Chrono.

Chrono muttered darkly as he stood outside the car's now locked doors. He moaned, and brushed his already soaked bangs out of his eyes. Now that he was outside, he might as well search for shelter for the three of them to stay.

Then, there it was, illuminated by a shock of lightening, an old stone church. The cross on the top of the old bell tower flashed a bright white. He then tapped the window of the car, successfully getting Rosette's attention. She opened the door slightly to hear Chrono call to her in a rushed tone.

"There! At the top of that hill! There's an old church. We can make it there in about five minutes if we run!"

"Okay!" she replied, and she motioned to Azmaria, who nodded, a slightly nervous look on her face.

"Don't worry!" she replied, and then they ran as hard as they could to the stone building, following Chrono. They raced quickly to building, Chrono throwing open the rotting wooden door to the large stone entryway. As soon as they were in, the wind slammed the doors shut, making Azmaria scream.

"Well...pant that was interesting," Rosette managed to get out as she did her best to catch her breath.

Chrono watched as a clap thunder caused a swarm of bats to take flight out of the bell tower, making Azmaria squeal in terror again.

"This is going to be...fun..." Rosette muttered as she watched more bats take flight. Chrono walked over to one of the old torches, and lit it was an old match he pulled out of his pocket, and had stuck it against the stone brick of the side of the church. It illuminated the room in a golden flickering light.

The room itself was stunning. It had elegant archways carved into the stone, decorated with old carvings of angels into it. Cobwebs decorated the corners in a ghostly manner, and old drapes fluttered gently in the wind, reaching out like lost souls. They were worn a deep gray with water, and mold had begun to creep along the hem. The place smelled musty with dust, age, and mold. Chrono whistled lowly, noticed another pair of large wooden door in front of them.

"Hey, let's go through those doors!" Rosette called out, her voice echoing off the ceiling. Chrono moved the flame around him in a circle, illuminating different parts of the room. Old tapestries decorated the walls, but they were long since turned to deep gray. An old bench was riddled with rot, and ivy climbed up the iron legs.

"But what if there's a ghost in there??" Azmaria asked, again, frightened.

"Uh... we are exorcists..." Rosette replied, cocking her eyebrow at Azmaria, giving her a reassuring smile.

She nodded at her, as the three of them walked through the next door. Their next sight was far more eerie then the last. The room was filled with old pews, covered in cobwebs, and one corner of the room was smashed open, rain falling into the room, pooling on the thick chunks of stone flooring. Pieces of wood scattered the floor along with chunks of brick. Splatters of blood stained the wood and stone crimson in small smatterings. The cross in the front had long since collapsed in on itself, and the bible lay torn on the floor. Rosette joined Azmaria in a deep shudder in light of this scene. A stone angel lay crashed against the floor, her face held suspended in grief.

"I wonder what happened..." Chrono muttered as he picked up one chunk of gray stone. That's when they all saw it, yet again, illuminated in another shock of lightening, a grave. Someone had buried someone just outside the large opening of the wall. It was framed in shattered stone, and was a small mound of rocks. A rough wooden cross was placed at one end, and a name was carved into it, but in the dim lighting, they were unable to read it. A small book was on top of the grave, and they all guessed it was a bible.

"Who died?" Rosette couldn't help but ask. They all shrugged, and that's when Chrono saw it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something move in the shadow and dart through a small open door. He narrowed his eyes.

"Rosette, did you see that??" he asked, hoping that she had.

"Yes... something was moving..." Rosette muttered, now feeling somewhat nervous. She pulled out her gun cautiously, and heard Azmaria moan slightly.

"Don't worry, you're safe with us!" Rosette exclaimed, winking at the young girl. Chrono patted the girl on the shoulder.

"You can wait out here, if you like," Chrono reassured.

"No, I'm coming in with you," she replied, steadying her chin.

"Okay," he replied in an understanding tone. They cautiously crept into the room, and they noticed wet foot prints leading into the room. The room was plain, a confessional chamber, and was kept cleaner then the rest of the rooms. A few cobwebs graced the corners, but that was the extent of the filth. The light flickered gold tones across the room.

"I'm not seeing anything moving..." Rosette muttered aiming her gun across the room.

"A rat?" Azmaria suggested, shaking slightly

"No... there's something in here..." Chrono replied turning around the room slowly.

"It's no matter! Let's see if we can find a room!" Rosette exclaimed, and she found another door, leading to a small hallway. The door itself was almost gone, nothing more them small scraps of rotten wood held nailed onto thick strips of metal. The corridor was also kept in a better state then the rest of the church, and it had no water seeping into it, and the cobwebs were missing from the corners. Small lanterns were placed periodically down the path, until they came to two large doors, each one kept in surprisingly good condition, the thick oak clean, and strong.

"Well, what's behind door number one?" Rosette asked as she pulled on the thick metal ring that was attached to the door. It opened slowly but silently to a small room.
A clean cot rested against one side, and a small window was closed, its wooden shutters blocking out the rain, but not the wind, which teased the flimsy gray curtains. A small oil lamp sat on a bedside desk. Rosette walked over to it, lit it, revealing more about the room in deep orange hues. The cot was made, and had sheets of rough cotton. A tattered quilt covered the top. The room was clean, and gave the three an eerie feeling. Why was this one room clean, when the others were so dirty? And why is the bed made, the sheets clean, and the rain not molding the cloth that hung from the window. Did someone live here??

"And what about door number 2?" Rosette asked, as she walked to the other door. It was a small chamber, and like the other room, there was cot, and it was also clean, made, but a fine layer of dust had settled on it, giving it the impression of age. One of the shutters was missing, and a small puddle of rain had collected on the stone floor. Another cot was placed on the other side of the room, and this one was not so clean. It was messy, the sheet had seen wear, and it had not been made. Rosette walked silently over to it, and placed her hand against the small pillow. It still held onto the trace of warmth, but from where she did not know.

"Well, we found out where we're stay," she exclaimed as she dusted off her hands.

"Rosette, are you sure about this?" Azmaria asked, genuinely frightened.

"Yeah, you'll be fine! You have me and Chrono, though he won't be in the room with us..." she muttered the last bit under her breath, patting Azmaria on the shoulder. "We'll take this room right here, and Chrono will be just across the hall," she added, and nodded at Chrono, who muttered under his breath as he walked into the other room, closing the door behind him.

He walked over to the window, and opened the shutters, and noticed, in the dim light that lingered in the sky, and small form standing near the grave they had seen earlier, and he sensed a demon. He narrowed his eyes at the figure, and in the a flash of lighting, she was gone, leaving an eerie cross standing alone in the grass, a memory of someone long since gone. He sighed; maybe he was just imagining things. With steady hands, he pulled the shutters closed, and got ready for what he already knew was going to be a long night...

-Hello, did anybody else but me notice that this was terribly clichéd on horror flicks?? So yeah, please read and review! Thanks! -