Hiya everyone! I'm back, with the awesome MasKaiHilFantic aka Machu!

Thanks to those who have read, reviewed, favorited and followed it. Especially to our darling Indigo Jupiter! Aww Noni…..I've so much overwhelmed by your response! Truth be told, you're the one from whom we've learnt. Again, Machu should be admired more than I, he deserves it! And….who the hell told you to cry in corners? Why am I here, sister? Come on, in my embrace and let's cry together! XD

A/N(2): I really don't know if I should say anything, considering the fact for whom I'm writing this for and with whom I'm writing with have seen me pretty much in every form they could. I'm not going to banter and seek out admiration, I get it and I get a ton of it, even if I'm oblivious to it most of the time. So thank you, thank you for the patience, the kindness, the lessons, the love, the admiration and the moments. Stay blessed dear reader and I hope you enjoy the next chapter to this eliciting exciting thriller, co-written with the amazing Misty. I think it's her cue now… xp

So, in the last chapter, we saw that Spencer was precipitously assaulted by a goon named Aaron. He also met a mysterious lady; Mathilda Aster. Now….what will happen? Let's see! ;)


"It's a long story."

Heaving out, she stood up. His Majesty of nightfall was wandering in the environs along with his usual escort; her Highness of inaudibility. Hadn't it been so, he could have clearly seen the excruciating manifestation in her face.

It seemed like someone jabbed numerous needles right at her heart. If someone had pierced the scimitar of Azrael in her precious organ of pumping blood, she would have felt more comfortable. Acute it was; unseen and unfelt.

"What is it?" The curious Russian inquired.

No response.

"Mathilda? Are you listening" He reiterated with a murmur but met the deafening silence.

"Hello!" His tone picked up some volume; suffice enough to snap the girl out of her apparent trance.

"Huh?" The pinkette gasped as she knocked herself out from the universe within the confines of her imagination.

"I was asking you something," Spencer grinned, "I thought beautiful ladies are more cognizant than the rest."

"So-sorry, I didn't hear you…" Mathilda blushed, "Actually it is a long story."

"You're saying like it's even before God created Adam and Eve's" Spencer blurted out as his patience wore thin, "If you don't mind, can I know what the story is? Or do I need to be invited to know of this fabulous fairy tale of yours?"

"Hey, lower your voice, will ya?!" The young lady snapped back, trying to stay as calm as she could, "This isn't your house; nor mine, so you better behave yourself!"

The Russian bit his tongue and smiled sheepishly, realizing what he had done.

"I'm sorry…." He began, "I know I got a bit hyper, but I just wanted to know why that goon Barthez wanted to kill me."

"It's alright…." Mathilda's tone softened a bit, "You do have the right to know about it"

"Then tell me." Spencer demanded, agog.

Mathilda plumed out a heavy sigh that January eve, "There's this place twenty kilometers from here" The French girl (A/N) stated glumly, "It's called as a veritable dystopia. And that peculiar adage has its own reason," She paused, "the valley is surrounded with three ebony gravelly hills. The land is dry and sterile. Crops scarcely grow there, that's why we have to import crops."

Spencer winced at the projection of the barren land before thinking of Mathilda as well as the residents of her village. After all, he could understand the pain of smuggling crops – the need of food can force man to eat the dead. His land wasn't all that green, notwithstanding being better than Mathilda's.

"But the valley has plenty of water." She continued, "The streaming cascades climb down to the earth from the peaks of the hummocks. They pave their way towards the desert. Ironically they won't go through it. As they somehow reach the edge of wasteland or more, those cheerful waters wane down, eventually drying out. But these streams are able to cultivate soft emerald grass and resplendent flowers, just on the edge where the water touches. The owner of the canyon was…"

"Spencer Boman?" He chimed in.

"How did you know?" The exact "guess" elicited a surprise from the usually serious girl.

"Eh, lucky I guess." He reasoned himself.

"Well your guess is wrong," The pinkette yawned, "The landlord was an old man called Absolon Moraeu. He was a typical French gentleman who used to bear a craving passion for arts and crafts. You've already approximated one of the outcomes of his ceaseless desires in the pension."

"So what should I do, Miss Aster?" Spencer giggled, "Should I perform ballet in front of him? Sorry to say, I can't dance at all."

"Don't need." Mathilda glowered at him, "About twenty days ago, he left the earth and journeyed towards heaven….or hell, maybe."

"Excuse me?"

"He's died, you idiot." Her rose-pink hair was blowing with the pace of the blast of air, "He died falling from his own horse. Unbelievable as well as strange it is, he was a skilled cavalier (A/N)."

"Penny wise, pound foolish."

"Maybe or mayn't be," Her tone seduced the twilight, "Although I don't think his horse would be a fool enough to betray him. Let bygones be bygones. He remained unmarried. Searching for his accurate heirs or heiresses, we only found his nephew and niece. The brother-sister duo is currently living in New York. From the very beginning, they are swimming in the pool of gold. Their lust isn't for this valley."

"It means….will it be sold?"

"Not currently." Dramatically the young lass tucked her tresses behind her ear, "Still this Mathilda Aster is breathing along with Spencer Boman. Uncle Absolon used to love us more than his own children. I got the less, he got the more. That's why he's the next owner of the hacienda. My name comes only in the second position."

Her highness of silence threw her death glares at the French lady. Nonetheless, she didn't care.

"But he did have kept a condition." Mathilda again began, ignoring the inordinate court, "In order that the owner can attain it, firstly he or she has to pay 10,000 dollars to the fund of Sherriff. Then in the next six years, the soon-to-be landlord or landlady has to pay 60,000 dollars. If the proprietor is unable to fulfill the condition, the farm will be sold in auction."

"Auction?"

"Yeah, your ears haven't been rotten yet and my tongue isn't also betraying you. Boman is enough capable to pay the amount. Therefore, Barthez and his gang is following him like mad dogs."

"Anything else?"

"Hm." The Mademoiselle nodded, "A third party is also present here. Everyone knows him as Gideon. He's enough solvent to buy hundreds of lands like ours. He is often called the Hades of Saulsberry, the notorious emperor of underworld. Such as pain and panic, he has two reliable servants also."

She stopped. But her heart kept telling the rest, 'I am the Megara. And I need a Hercules.'

"Okay Miss, I've to leave the place now," Spencer looked at his wrist-watch, "It's been late."

"What?" Mathilda raised an eyebrow, "You'll leave the place?"

"Then what the hell should I do?" Spencer almost leaned his face against hers. Their faces were inches apart.

'Eww…' The pinkette whispered, trying to move far. A scent of soil drenched in fresh rain gained entry into her nose, kept flowing in her pulmonary veins along with the oxygen and ended its journey in her lungs.

"Look my lady, already I've ended up killing one," Spencer was about to leave the room, "If I stay here, possibly more angels or devils can die in my hand. Who knows if the journey of my life ends here?"

"But…I thought you'd like to stay here!" The maiden yearned, "Ever since Boman has left the place, I've become quite lonely. And you…look like him…"

"But I am not Boman, Mademoiselle!" He retorted back, "I am a simple living man and I don't want to get involved in any complex trouble! Kindly let me leave."

The French lady remained mum and kept gazing at his departure. With the passage of his exit, darkness again kissed silence. Silence smirked and winked, glaring at the stranded damsel. Knowing her inevitable defeat, she left.


'Enough this is….'

The Russian young man was mumbling in order to flail his disappointments and annoyances. Going near his black stallion, he stroked its back. In return, it quietly whined, revealing its satisfaction.

"We have to leave the place as soon as possible, pal," He blurted and with a jump, he discovered himself on the back of the dumb beast.

"Go forward!" He screeched, hitting the right frontal ankle of it. Letting out a neigh of agreement, it started running carrying its four legs. As its hooves were smiting the earth, the powdery sand rose from the ground and covered the aura of the hazy nocturne.

The wind was gusting forward, so the hare creature along with its master. Its hooves were still walloping mother earth; restlessly and ruthlessly. If he had watched back, he would have seen someone following him on their stallions. Since there was nothing but air in front of his face, he paid no heed thinking that it was echoes creating by his pal.

To err is human.

Ripping the wind into invisible pieces, an arrow crossed him, almost touching his right earlobe. But it couldn't go. In fact, he didn't let it go. Stretching his arm, the Siberian whale captivated it in his grip. As he whistled, his partner stopped.

Getting down from the horse, he looked back. There were three in total. A violet-haired tall man in the middle with a calm expression who looked like a ghost, a black-haired muscular boy with a medium tallness at the right holding a rude appearance and finally, a blonde short guy at the left whose face was embracing an evil smirk.

Hades, pain and panic of modern age.

"Feeling really nice to meet you, Mr. Spencer!" The violet-haired guy greeted, bowing his head, "Hope you've liked the pattern of our hospitality."

Yeah, it was likable, the cube made of three "S".

Straightforward, strange and simple.

"Who're you?" Spencer frowned, "And why have you attacked me? What do you want?"

"Relax, young man, relax." The lookalike of lord Indigo approached him, "I know young persons like you have a burner beneath your arteries. That's why your blood always keeps boiling. But let me introduce myself and my comrades. I am Gideon, the ruler of the underworld. The fat pig is Goki and the dwarf is Jim."

"But what do you need from me?" The Russian yelled, "Why're you blocking my road? Get off!"

"Uh oh….looks like the heat level of your burner is rising, Mr. Spencer," Gideon's voice was still calm, "Of course we need you. If we didn't need you, why would we hinder your sweet journey?"

"Instead of drawling out enigmas, why don't you cut to the chase and tell me what do you want?!"

"Okay, okay…" The ruler of underworld waved his hands, "Calm down and listen to my words carefully. I am a shareholder of the ranch about which the little girl has told you."

'Gosh, how did they know?' The young man gulped.

"Hey, don't need to worry at all, nobody else will know about this," Gideon kept a hand on his shoulder, "You've to dress as Boman. None will doubt as you almost look like him. Then going to the Sherriff, you'll tell him that you're Boman and you don't want to buy the ranch. Like the structure of pure H2O, I'll buy it. In return, I'll give you 5000 dollars."

"WHAT?"

Spencer gasped. He felt his ears cheating him. He looked at his pocket. There remained the notes of 10000 dollars. This huge amount didn't come from direct heaven. Rather, he had to toil more. He had to shed the sweat of forehead and soak his toes with it. Each of the hairs of his body, the structure of his skeleton, the crimson liquid streaming in his vessels were the usual witnesses.

"What happened, my boy?" Gideon smirked, "Are you suffering from indecision?"

A feminine voice was chiming in the neurons of his brain.

'You'll go so soon?'

Heaving a sigh, he smiled and stretched his hand for handshake, before announcing his opinion:

"I'm ready. Tell me where I have to go."

The trio grinned a victorious grin, in the ecstasy of winning a battle. After a long discussion remained for an hour, they left the alley. If the alley had ears to listen and mouth to speak, she might shiver and cry, 'Please don't do…'

They were going to their own objective together with the steeds. He was in the front with his eternal partner.

Dark mount, dark attire, dark night. Everything was dark.

Even he was also jumping in the glooms.

In the cave of his blackened future.


A/N: I don't know what Mathilda's nationality is but this name kinda seems to be French.

Cavalier: in French, it means, "Horse rider".

So how was it, my dearies? Hope you've liked it. Please pardon the grammatical and spelling errors! Do read and review! Before that, Machu! Expand your hand! I wanna high-five! :D

A/N (2): High five soul sister, high five indeed. Well that was quite the experience, never thought they'd end up like that. Well I had a good time co writing this with Misty, she's too good and too sweet to pass out :3 I hope you all liked this and we'll catch up to you all next time in the, well, next chapter :)

Misty: Aww….. *Sniffs*

-Misty & Machu ^_^_^