Author's Notes: Hey guys, here is the second Purgatories Gate chapter, so I wanted to let you guys know, now that I am passed the prologue, each chapter will alternate between the two main characters. like most observations will be made by the character of the chapter. I will tell you in the author's notes in case you forgot. I m gonna try and get another one up next week, I am gonna be working on schoolwork allot, you know beginning of the semester and all. Hope you enjoy, read and review if you'd be so kind, otherwise read and enjoy.


Purgatories Gate: Ch.1 Dawn Of The First Day

An alarm clock rang loudly in the bedroom. With a groggy grunt he hit the clock shutting it off. He sat up, the room was a mess, clothes and wrappers laying all over the floor, few spots of carpet could be seen beneath all the crap. The only neat place in the room was the bed he had just stood up from. He sifted through the clothes and pulled up a controller for the TV in the corner. Clothes draped over the corners of the TV blocking most of his view. He flipped on the news where they were covering a new story. "We are here with Marjorie McKlaine the young woman who was attacked last night, it would appear miss McKlaine was rescued by new recruit Misty Hill of the San Jose Police Department, tell us how was last night's experience."

"I already told you, that officer didn't rescue me, it was some guy with a hooded jacket. If you're out there thank you so much!"

"Ma'am we have video tapes of the surrounding areas, they show no one entering the scene besides the officer, how do you explain this?"

"I don't know but there was a State Marshal and then this kid." The reporter looked to the side with a panicked look.

"That's all the time we have for today sorry everybody. Now back to Lacy Silvermist, " The girl could be heard protesting as the video turned off.

"We have word that the Museum Of Old Stars will be opening a new exhibit featuring a strange red stone that shines brightly even in the dark, while why this exhibits back story has not been given to the public, it has managed to grab the attention of Furtim, the master thief who has been hitting exhibits one after the other. He has made an announcement once again, this time he is targeting this new gem and he has announced tonight at the opening he will steal it." The boy shook his head shutting off the TV.

"Figures, first word about marshals and they clam up. Do they really think people don't realize contractors are out there?" He walked into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He turned to the mirror as he began brushing his teeth. His teeth were pristine and white, his flesh slightly tanned and his eyes were of different colors. One was a beautiful green and the other was a golden yellow. His hair was black except for his bangs which had been dyed a crimson red color. He finally began stripping, his body glistened from the lights and sweat from his sleep. He turned the shower on and prepared a towel for when he got out. The hot water felt like acid hitting his skin but he remained still washing his body calmly. His hands stopped on his wrists as he felt the scars from his foolishness a few months back. He had lost track of time as the buzzer in the other room sounded again. "Shit! I am gonna be late!"

He leapt from the shower wrapping the towel around him as fog hazed over the mirror. He got dressed in a hurry grabbing his backpack as he left. He nearly ran passed the parked motorcycle parked in his apartments driveway. He wore no helmet, it seemed normal for him and not just forgetfulness from being in a hurry. He revved the engine before taking off full blast towards his school, Redding Academy. The place where nearly all his research had taken place. The school was slowly coming into view.

He shut his bikes engine and stepped off. An officer walked up to him she was near his age, she wore glasses and had her hair tied behind her head. He could tell right off the bat she was one of those serious types. It was really too bad, if she weren't she could have been quite cute. "What's up?" He was unsure of how else to start the conversation. She looked almost puzzled and unsure herself how to respond.

"I am officer Hill. I am investigating an assault that happened last night."

"I heard about you on the news this morning, impressive for a rookie. Tell me though, was it really a state marshal that was there?" Her eyes widened before she quickly regained her composure. Clearing her throat she began speaking once more.

"I'm sorry details on the case are still confidential. But I can assure you, state marshals do not actually exist." He looked at her skeptically.

"Let me guess, contractors aren't real either."

"That is entirely true." He shook his head.

"Yeah, contractors aren't real and neither is Purgatories Gate. I swear you government hired people. All of you think you're doing people some favor."

"Sir, I am simply trying to get information, there was a young man at the scene who we think may be linked to the criminal." He rolled his eyes without her noticing. "Do you know anything about this man." She held up a picture. On it was a man in a black hoodie with a flame pattern near the trim. It was unzipped and hung loosely on his shoulders

"Why are you asking around here?"

"We have reason to believe he is a student at this college." The boy almost choked on his own breath.

"Why would you think that?" she sighed rather loudly.

"Again I cannot tell you that Mr…" She looked at him puzzled. "I don't have your name yet do I?" He rolled his eyes.

"Love to tell you, but it's confidential. If you'll excuse me I have allot of work to get done." He tried to walk past her but she stopped him. Almost at a loss for words.

"Excuse me! I am an officer this behavior is entirely disrespectful!" He looked back at her, his eyes barely showing from behind his bangs. His eyes pierced her like a knife. They were eyes that refused to take orders, eyes determined to finish whatever was started.

"You sit here talking about some guy who saved your ass, acting like he was a murderer or some kind of criminal, I am someone who looks for the truth, not some cover up story by the government. You want information, my name is Seth Winchester, I am a journalist major inspecting the origin of Purgatories Gate, and I could care less about this. The government hides everything, I learned that after SL-9 case." He again pushed past her. She was once more lost for words. He was fuming, his boiling point finally reached. He walked alone towards the campus when a young girl ran up to him.

"Heya, Sethy what's up!" She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Marcy I really am not interested in talking right now." She pouted at him.

"But my brother isn't around so I could, ya know go all the way?" He made a disgusted face and pushed her away. She was cute, probably 19 but she was his best friends sister. Something about that fact made him grossed out by the offer.

"That's not even funny!" He yelled at her, he wasn't really this mad, in fact she teased with him all the time, it's just with all that had just happened it was too much. She looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Seth, I just…" She looked down, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"No, it's my fault I was just angry. I'm sorry. I need to be alone right now." He turned away feeling ashamed. All he could do was go away before he did anything else stupid. He left her behind and walked to the school. He walked until no one was around him. "I can't believe I looked her in the eyes." His hand trembled as he did remembered the moment. The blood spilling out, the pained expression, that sense of hopelessness. The most frightening moment however was the fact that he was beside her at the moment it happened. "This is my price to pay." Tears had begun streaming down his eyes. He wiped them away before pulling a book from the shelf beside him. After looking around a little to make sure no one was around he opened the book. Inside was another smaller book that looked like a journal. The front of the book had a pattern that looked like a circle, it had a cross within it that a snake like creature had coiled around. He felt the engraving smoothly before opening it.

"Written By Professor Elric"

He wasn't sure who Elric was, nothing about him was found in the text books, he had only recently discovered the book and every attempt to read into it more had resulted in some strange distraction. "Seth! Dearest of all my friends how are you." A man called from across the library. He was startled after getting absolved by the book in his hands. Seth hurriedly placed the book inside the other and shut it tightly.

"What's up Jake?" Jake was Marcy's brother and had been Seth's only good friend since starting college. "Here to study again?

"Yeah right." He laughed loudly, Jake had his parents wallet keeping him at the school much more than his grades. "So, you gonna try out for the football team like I said?"

"I don't think football is really for me. But again thank you for the offer." Seth stood up and walked to place the book back.

"Are you kidding me? You practically vanish when you want to! Your footwork is amazing! It's like nothing I've ever seen!" Jake was a very loud person. The rest of the students in the library were glaring at him.

"Jake keep it down. You're being really loud."

"Fine but can we get out of this place then? The library doesn't suit me at all. How about we throw the football around instead?" Seth sighed before nodding.

"Screw it lets go." He stood up placing the book in his bag. This wasn't normal but for some reason he felt like keeping it close. They left the library. Jake had the ball in his hand and nearly as soon as they got outside he threw it strongly to Seth. He hadn't lied, Seth's footwork was quite fast and he knew how to handle it well. He leapt up as a final attempt to bridge the gap between him and the ball. One hand could reach the ball and he gripped it tightly. He landed roughly rolling to his feet.

"See! We need you out there boss!" Seth threw it back like a bullet. The speed was incredible and the spiral was tight. Jake caught the ball, he flinched from the impact. "Hell you can throw better than our quarter back too!" Seth looked down for a second.

"What position do you even play?" Seth asked, he'd never really wondered before now.

"I am the kicker, duh." Seth laughed.

"The kicker? Isn't that like the one position they don't ever count as a player?" Jake looked at him with a serious look.

"Not funny Seth. Not funny at all." He looked up as if something caught his eye. "Dude, hot babe behind you!" Seth didn't even bother looking, "Seriously!" Jake threw the football however it was greatly overthrown.

"What the heck are you doing!" He ran back and once more dove for the football. He then noticed someone in his way. "Watch out!" He caught the ball and maneuvered himself before hitting the ground hard. He had avoided whoever it was that he'd almost hit.

"Would you be more careful!" Seth looked up and saw a familiar face. "Wait, aren't you that guy from this morning!" It was the police officer.

"Oh great. Not you again." He stood up dusting himself off before throwing the ball to Jake. "What do you want? I thought I told you earlier I was done."

"I wasn't looking for you, and it's Officer!" Seth rolled his eyes again, he'd been doing that allot today. She looked at him seriously, almost trying to see into his eyes again. He wanted to avoid that at all costs.

"I really don't like police. So believe me when I say, calling you an officer would be an insult from me." Jake ran up behind him placing one hand on Seth's should and forcing the ball into his hands.

"Me likey the officer, how you doin?" She showed a slightly revolted look on her face.

"I'm sorry, who exactly are you?"

"I'm the only person here you need to know." She laughed at this shameful display.

"So you're the guy I've received calls out? The one harassing girls?" Jake's eyes widened, he couldn't see through this obvious charade she was demonstrating.

"Ok Ms. Hill right? He obviously isn't…" He looked Jake once over. "Intellectual enough. Is there anything I can help you with?" She thought for a little trying to decide.

"I was actually just heading out for the day, I will come back if I need anything else." She walked past him without another word. He watched her walking away, something piqued his interest, as if he hadn't seen the last of her. In fact he had a feeling he'd see her extremely soon.