Author's Note: Thank you very much for the reviews, follows, and favourites. Enjoy this next short chapter. I may update every two days, more if it is a fight scene, etc.

And yay, figured out a way to update through my mobile! X3

Anyway, this story will be from four points of view: My point of view as a narrator. Then the Angel Shocker, The Gentleman, and finally the Fighter. Try to guess who they are, although the Angel Shocker is revealed here, and the Gentleman is kinda obvious. X3

Some of these will be letters and recordings. The Fighter will most likely use a recorder, but maybe the other two will.

Dripping Sword: Chapter 2

The Angel Shocker

The first type of person is the one that wants to stop the battle. Scared as the rest, this individual steps up with more knowledge than the other two types. Because of this knowledge, he may bear more mental pain... What should I do? Why didn't I do anything? These are some questions that go through his head.

Have you ever seen a rotten tomato? It's sticky, mushy, and very bitter. It barely has any of the sweetness and delicious taste of the tomato anymore.

You could probably compare a person to a tomato. It grows under the care of some bastard, or me, then it has some chances of either living or surviving, just like a person does.

Anyone can squish a tomato as anyone can kill a person. The redness of the juice that follows after can maybe be compared to the red and warm blood too.

Hell, if you are like the wine bastard, you can pretty well argue that they both 'taste like l'amour'. Please note that the writing here is a bit shaky and it's because I shuddered. Who wouldn't shudder because of that fucking pervert? Dammit.

Anyway, I just wanted to write this because I, for one, have a fucking right to, and two, someone needs to find it. I am sure you will, Spain.

Don't get all excited, I can practically see your beau- (This part "beau" is crossed out.) stupid smile, you jerk.

Now read on. This is how the damn story began.

It all began with the creepy ass new boss of mine and that fucking idiot no good son of a bitch what the hell was that piece of crap thinking

Dammit, now I have to write with pencil. Hopefully it is not erased.

Anyway, I will just start when Italy had a new boss. Yes, this is when everything began to... It was just so damn strange.

Veneziano had been really happy at first. He would go and say, "Ciao!" to him in every possible moment that he could. The new boss was peculiar. Yes, let's start with describing this bastard.

His appearance was of a short and rather old man. He seemed like a kind nonno. He had his eyes closed, much like Veneziano, most of the time. He rarely talked and just laughed randomly. It was creepy as hell, and it caused shivers to run down my spine. I should have realised something was wrong when Veneziano began to have 'private meetings' with him.

Weeks passed by, and soon, he didn't come to my room as often. I thought then, 'Finally, that little cheese-stinking fratello of mine got the point!'

Then, he began to be at home more often. He normally went with the macho potato lover to whine and bitch to him, whatever he did.

I thought, 'Finally, he got the point!'

I don't have much time!

Okay, to make it quicker, he began to act really weird. I was an idiota not to notice until he told me in almost a hoarse voice, "Let's throw a party, fratello. To celebrate our birthday."

I thought nothing of it. He probably missed the potato bastard, I had figured. But no... NO!

I am such a fucking idiota! I could have stopped it! I could have done something.

(The part above in italics is crossed out. )

The whole time, they were plotting to get us into the mess we are in. You know already what happened: we all had a fucking good time and then suddenly, the lights went off.

Just in case you were sprayed with that fucking memory eraser, then here was what Veneziano said, "You must cross the roads and fight whoever you encounter. If you refuse, you'll be killed on the spot and will not be allowed to continue. Whoever stands at the end is allowed to revive a fallen country. Don't try breaking through the walls, because there aren't any. Good luck!"

Let me add some things I found during my way. One, is a fucking mirrors place. You'll think you've gone back to the past. The deeper your past, the more it will fucking hurt.

That's why... I told you to not leave me for the ships when I was little, dammit! All of that can torture you! So it's all your fault!

Then, I encountered the fucking garden with red roses.

They are, surprisingly, healers and you can use them to heal your wounds and even eat them. So yeah, do like me and don't go through the path that says, "Shortcut". I heard someone scream...

Whatever. Then, jerk, just make sure that you are using your brain.

And... Don't ask me how to get out of killing someone. I just killed Seborga... He was the first one I had to

(There are smudges here, as if drops of water had suddenly began to fall. The next part here is written really sloppy, as if the Angel had rushed to run off from something...)

DON'T DIE BASTARD.