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I'm so sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in such a long while. I have been busy with school and the library, where I do my work, was closed for a week. But, just as promised I am posting the next chapter, The Next Day, right now... I'll just have to add on to it every now and again...

The sad thing is; I have it all written down and just don't have enough time.

Forgive me, but its going to be very very short for a while until I get to a computer again, heheh.

Also, Thank you ,Suki. Shah , Septemberfall, Jaz, and the Guest for your reviews and the other kind readers that follow my stry and favorite it.

Oh and by the way, the outfits described are ones that I have worn...(Creepy Fangirl Status Update) I just know they look good so I type them in.

And before I forget to add this in, I'm making this a 'Two for One' chapter. This being due to how short the second chapter is...I like'em long~

Anyhoodle, onwards to the story.

-OtakuNinja-Chan-

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing except my OCs...sadly...

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"All there is in town is just a small grocery store, a little cinema, theater play place or what the hell its called, a gas station and a farm equipment store. Other stuff is outa town" My dad informed us. It was our second day in Amish country. A shivering cold second day in the gloomiest place in the world, Sleepyhollow. I scooted next to the wood stove in the living room. "What, no school?" I asked while wrapping the blanket tighter against myself. He then slapped his knee and replied, "Oh yeah, and a little school, my bad."

I had woke up later than I usually did that day, deep in to the evening, and my dad had took the liberty of checking out the town for us before he had to head to work. I had always slept the longest if you couldn't tell. I scratched my head with a yawned as I popped my neck, back, etc.

"So, yeah, ya'll be pretty bored 'til I get ya'll enrolled to the school." He continued while I rubbed my eye. I knew it. Small town, small fun.

This is what happens when you grow up country then move to the city for almost ten years and then back. You're not afraid to get dirty playing in the woods, but you would rather be surfing the web then getting covered in mud. Also, playing outside wasn't fun anymore. Unless you have a dirt-bike or a gun to hunt with, you were left with a stick in the mud. Fun right?

No, it was a bitch.'

Speaking of a bitch, my brother was still teasing me about "The Night of the Killer Opossum". (Yes, I titled it.) The kid didn't know when to stop when he was ahead the little bitch.

I hadn't been in a forest in a good long while so I made it number one on my to do list. Despite being redneck turned city girl, I still ebjoyed the wilkderness. I zipped up my combat boots an wore my favorite skirt from the day before and a pair of opacite black panty hose along with my withe blouse and black sweater vest. I rolled up my sleeves halfway up my arms and folded the collar over the chain of my gothic styled cross necklace that laid above my breasts. Then, I placed a small silver angel wing ear ring in my left ear lobe, and a small black skull in the other. I then finished my attire with a military fashioned trench coat to keep my body warm. Finally, I stepped out into the brisk cold air of the outside world, making my way to the forest behind my new home.

"Where you goin'" my brother asked me as I passed him in the back yard. "Nonya." I said. I then was followed. "I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me." He reminded me. Bitch! "I'm going out into the forest.. I'm looking for Narnia." I replied but the remembered that, that would cause him to continue following until he got a proper answer. "I'm jsut going for a look around." He then loekd at me with a face that said 'You're stupid.'

"So, you're going into a forest while there could be a bear walking about or some drunk ass looking to get laid." He said.

I hated his assumptions. But, he had a point. A forest isn't any safer than a dark street in the city.

He then picked up a large object from the ground, an ax. "I'm going too." he declared without a sign of changng the plan. I grumbled a complaint and let him walk along beside me. I hated it when he carried around sharp objects. He was too wreckless and cut himself too many times playing around. Not to mention he liked spooking me with them, knowing that I didn't appreciate a cold blade being swung to damn close to me.

The forest was pretty cool. Lots of trees and fallen leaves. But, as we traveled further into the forest, I couldn't help notice how it was growing darker. I then just decided to shrug it off as the lingering of yesterday. "Hey, remember when we went camping when we were kids?" my brother asked in which I replied with a silent nod. "Well, what if we find a lake like that one, " He continued, "Remember, it was called Crystal Lake and Jason lived there or something." I then gave him the same look he had given me earlier. "Yes, Blake, we are going to find a lake with an undead deformed spychopath wielding a machette." I said with heavy helpings of sarcasm. He punched my arm in which lead me to retaliate with the same attack. And, with a few more hits exchanged, we fell into a fight.

I had to remind my self of how strong he was for his age and of his short temper. That, and the fact that he held an ax in his favored hand...Just for the record, he would never kill me...only mame.

I then cose to run as he tried to choke me with the handle of the ax. But, before I could get a good distance from his range, he whacked my hand with the neck of the blade. And as I tried to run faster, sadly I was never in track, I was swiftly caught up to sooner than I had hoped. He grabbed me by my coat and swung me into a tree, proceeding to push me over. I quickly hopped up and shoved him back. He then dropped the ax in hand and aim to grab my throat. I pushed against his arms with all I had but, with his brute strength and growing rage, I knew that the only way out of this was to fight dirty.

Bracing myself in a firm stance, I brought up my knee swiftly into his groin and fled from his reach. He was furious!

I ran and ran as fast as the adreniline in my longs could permit me to. I then felt a sharp hard object hit me in my back.

He threw a rock. "BITCH!" I cried out, not stopping in the chase. I kept on, climbing over obsticle after an other. But, just as I thought that I had lost him, my foot catches a root protruding from the grass patchy ground. I grasped my now bleeding knee. "Fuck!" I yelped, my teeth clenched. And, as I looked about myself, I found my brother heading straight for my sorry ass. I scrambled up from the dirt and began to back away. I then felt something brush against my thigh. I glanced at it and pulled it from the ground, pointing it towards him in defence. He stopped in his tracks.

"Whaddafuck!?" He squeaked in a broken voice. I looked down at the large item I had equiped. A long dark blade glistened in the dimly faded sunlight, tarnished with dirt and age. Deaqd vines crept up it's body onto the handlein my grip. I didn't even know what it was when I had reached for it and plucked it from the Earth. Now, I stared into the ruby eyes of the viper head shaped handle, relizing the weapon was a sword.

"Uh..." I started. Suddenly, there was a loud roll of thunder. My face paled and I stabbed the sword quickly back into it's earthy sheeth and ran. "I think you fucked us!" My brother laughed nervously. "I KNOW JUST RUN!" I shrieked like a frightened little school girl. I ran faster than I ever had in my life, even while fighting my brother just minutes ago (Would've been useful then.). My brother soon followed behind. We didn't stop. Not for a breath. Not to rest. And not to figure where the hell we were going or how far we had traveled from home. We didn't care.

-(Time Pass)

"Bitch!" I yelped as I nearly tripped once more, my breath heaving in and out of my stinging lungs. I couldn't go anymore. I was too tired and the adreniline was gone. I purposely fell on my ass on the dirt road we had come upon and sat on a rock. Again, I recited my favorite curse and rubbed my sore rear. My brother soon stood beside me with his hands on his knees and just out of breath as I. "The fuck *Wheeze* did *Wheeze* you do?"" He asked breathless. I shrugged, not wanting to waste my breath on any words. I then became aware of our area of location. Lost. My brother soon took notice aswell. I stood with him on the long dirt road and took a long intake of the place. No signs nor familiar sights. Just a plain dirt road. "Which ways home?" I asked after I had my breath. Blake shrugged in response. "Great."

I looked to the darkened sky. The sun was far gone into the horizon and the moon had begun to rise. "Well, if the moon is east and the forest is west and we're in town..." I anylized, "My guess is that we're in between and home is that way." I then made a notion towards thed South end of the road. Home would be an eight mile cold walk and then a few yards into the forest itself. Oh, this was going to be a bitch.

-(Time Pass)-

"Oh, sweetness." I sighed as I landed face first on the living room couch. My legs burned like fire fresh from the pits of Hell. Whatever I had done had scared the shit out of my brother and I.

But, honestly, who leaves a sword in the middle of no where. I mean damn! Someone had to have found it before me. Some other person could've taken the damned thing. But, why the Hell was it still there? That shit ain't normal! Someone had to be stupid enough to pick it up eventually...

Damn it...that person was me...

"Dude, what if I got us cursed or something." I pondered, paranoia beginning to "Warp my Fragile Little Mind"-Erik Cartman. He scoffed, "Uh, your ass is cursed, not mine. I didn't fuck with that thing." He threw up his hands to fain whatever innocence he could possibly (Not likely) possess. I rolled my eyes at his crued comment, as true as it may be. But, we couldn't becursed. That's just a bunch of Hoodoo Voodoo nonsense. I was smarter than that and even more so to not try to mess with that type of mythical crap. Besides, what's the worse that could happen? A two hundred year old corpse coming back to the land of the living to seek revenge for the disruption of a sword in the dirt? Yeah, right! What is there to revenge? Oh no, I touched an old aqss sword in the middle of a forest, now an undead thing is going to kill me, nuuuuuuuuu! PFFT! Sure, that's totally a good reason to be scared. No, what would be scary is getting cut by that thing and not up to date on my shots. Screw 'It' and 'It's curse...But, still, I'm sleeing with my cross on tonight, curse or no curse, I was spooked beyond spooked.

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Back to School...damn...

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"I NO WANNA!" I whined through my pillow as my father pulled the covers away. "To bad Rene'e," (sounds like Renay...just FYI) He said, his father voice in stern mode. "You're going." I howled a pityful no and yeilded. There was no way he was going to let me passed this one. I had no choice but to reluctantly get dress from my oh so warm footy pajamas and trudge down stairs. He had did it. He enrolled us into Sleepyhollows small as school.

"Here, sis." he said as he handed me my book bag. It was a brown messanger bag with brass and leather buckles and a dark brown shoulder strap. It was o cute. I slung the strap over my head to have it rest on my right shoulder and cross against my chest. "Do e have to go?" I pleadinlgy asked with a pout when he opened the front dooe. He didn't respond. I took the silent answer as a 'Yes and shut up' and made no other thought of perstering him on.

Back in the truck and driving through town, I made note of how sober it seemed. White washed houses, partially cobbled streets, no electric streetlights, and very few vehicles save for pick ups and older model cars.

I bet that ford is steam powered

I yawned and continued my observation in silence, focusing on the hum of the chevy's engine. I was just about to nod off when the pick up rolled over an other big stone. The motion made me give up on snoozing. I decided to then look for our heading. Much to my distaste we were moving closer to a red structure in the end of town.

Oh, yay!" I over exagerrated with amazement. "We get to go to a barn beforte school?" My father tisked. "Shut up. That is your school. Blake's too." I gave a nervous laugh. "Oh great, I'm stuck in school with the boy, too. I'm living the dream." That time, my father just ignored my remark but, my brother, on the other hand, didn't. "Yep, I get to spend all year long with my Sissy." He said smiling. I whined ruefully as I undid my seatbelt. My brother followed. The truck then stopped in front of the school where steps lead up to the on door of the school. "I love you guys." My father called out of the truck. My broither and I then gave him our love and fair wells and marched up the steps ever so 's this going to be? That's right, a bitch.

(Time Pass)

"Alright, you go to room 1-A and you go to room 2-A" said the lady we had stopped in the hall. She handed us both sheets of paper that held all we eeded to know; schedule, locations of certain rooms and what was in them, when lunch was, and rules. The rules were basic everyday school rules, no running inside, no gum, no cell phones, etc. But, then there were the freaky rules.

NO BANNED BOOKS ALLOWED

ANYONE FOUND IN POSSESSION IF ITEMS LISTED BELOW WILL BE QUESTIONED AND ALL ITEMS WILL BE CONFISCATED.

*ANIMAL FEET, FUR, FEATHERS, AND/OR ORGANS

*ANY CONTAINER(S) OF BLOOD

* POISONOUS BERRIES AND/OR HERBS

* BANNED BOOKS

ANYTHING DISCEASED IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED

I gawked at these freaky deaky rules, of course. Something crazy had gone down at somepoint and I wanted to know. Also, it HAD to be badass. I mean, evrything about it seemed like it had a cool back ground story behind it, but, if at the top of the list said that there were certain books banned, then something more than illegal wierd crap was involved. Someone had to have been following something in a book and it was bad enough to be banned.

Oooooh, I was liking the school more already.

I soon (very soon) found my class room. "Now, if you'll turn to page six hundred sixty-two, you will find the town's history and foundation." I heard from inside.

Shit, they already started.

I quietly opened the door and stepped intoroom 1-A. A small woman with wavy faded blonde hair tied in a braid stood before a large wood desk, a history book in her small fairy-like hands, and a pair of frail glasses sitting on the bridge of her tiny nose. She must to have been barely fifty, but she seemed to be barely aging. "Oh, hello." she said warmly as she came towards me, her book folded against her chest and her hand stretched out. I shook her hand gently and greeted her. "Sorry to interrupt." I said. Time to make a good first impression. "My, you must be the new student, Mackenzie was it?" she asked. She then went to her desk and shifted throught a few papers. "Oh, I'm sorry deary." She corrected herself. She then wrote out my name on the chalk board behind her.

M-E-L-O-D-Y

"There we go." she said. "Actually, ma'am, I must correct you." I spoke up and pointed to the Y on the board. "My name hasn't a Y" She laughed light heartedly and erased the Y. "My, my, I should have asked you." she replied kindly. "Oh no, it was no trouble at all. It is common mistaken." I returned, "I am simply plaesed that my name is known despite our first confusion, but there is no harm in the least. Thank you." Ooooh yeah, I knows them big words. I then pointed out that my name had IE instead of Y. "My what manners you have." she stated. It worked. "Perhaps the rest of the class could learn from you, ."I fained flattery "Oh, surely such a class as this must be well-behaved." The class did look like it had some good kids. I mean, were they that bad? I then remembered how odd the rules seemed. "Well, you will learn in due time, ." She sighed. "But, first, your seat." She then gestured me towards a desk in the third row of students by a window.

Yay, window seat. This means I'm the main character of the anime, right?

"Now, everyone this is Ms, Mayberry. She is new to our home of Sleepy Hollow and I expect you ti treat her kindly, understood?" She asked and was rpleied with the droning answer "Yes, ma'am." from the class. "Now, I am not quite sure if you were told of me, but my name is Katlin Crane. I serve as the teacher for the grades ninth to twelvth." Katlin Crane, pretty name...Hey! That rhymed! " You are just in time to learn of our small town, Ms. Mayberry." Then, with a flip of her book she resumed the lesson and gave me an old worn history book.

HO. LY. CRAP. What thge hell is that!?

I stared down hard on the first page of my history book. It was visably older than the others and not to mention the last of them. Boy, did I feel special. A large inked picture of a pile of corpses stacked low was etched into the book aswell as a number of figures being burned on stakes.

Well, someone clearly liked to draw freaky shit on school property, yeesh.

I then turned to page six hundred sixty-two, chapter thirteen, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and History.

THE FUCK!?

Okay, this kid was seriously jacked up on something. A series of severed heads "layed" in a crooked circle. A bit too detailed to not send chills down my spine.

Jeez, dude, couldn't find a sketchpad?

I then took notice of what the heads had circled around. A sword with a snake-like hilt. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...It took everything I had not to jump up and scream of the discovery I had made only yesterday. I took in a deep breath and resumed reading my morbid little book. Damn though, I liked spooky things but...damn...

"Now, as you may have guessed, I am the descendant of the first Crane to set foot in Sleepy Hollow; Ichabod Crane. A man who is said to have saved this town from the fabled Hessian. The Hessian, also know as The Headless Horseman, was believed to have been a furious soldier with an unquenchable thirst for war. He was, or so recorded, to be taller than the ordinary man and stronger as well. A man with such untamable ferocity that the devil himself coward before the Hessian's cold gaze. But, that is all myth and legend. Unless you believe it." Said Ms. Crane. "It is there on page six hundred sixty-three on how his first appearance came to be, but the falsety there could have been in his actual person."

He's real.

Say, huh?

On the bottom of a picture of the town, written in red, He's real. I gave into the inntitialact of fear and pretended didn't see it. "Now, to the next page." Said Ms. Crane amongst the flips of paper.

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A/N~

And there you have it. Finally finished.

It took me a little while but, I got it done.

Please read and review and fair warning. I have school coming up so I may not get such a good chance to right again.

But, I promise I will try. Thank you all again.

-OtakuNinja-Chan