A/N: Here's the second chapter!

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Elinorpeople: Your wish is my comand, my dear.


The world is teaming with unnecessary people
It's God's decision that I fight
As a knight of honor
As a protector of the seal
I sacrifice myself
To the blood of criminals

Lyrics from "Dance with Night Wind" from the Silent Hill 3 Soundtrack


Blood Coloured Rain

Chapter Two: Iemara and Desdemona


"Are you two okay?" The young man asked the two.

Amy and the Doctor were silent and did not respond at first. The two were still trying to get over the fact that the man who wouldn't shut up was just killed by a woman who risen from blood coloured mist.

"She was a witch…" Amy said quietly. "She is a bloody witch or something."

"No…not a witch." Amy looked up at the young man. He brushed his messy brown hair away from his green eyes. His clothes looked in better shape compared to the man outside, but they too had holes in them. "No one knows who she is. The people who have gone insane see her as a god or something like that."

"I am sorry…but who are you?" The Doctor asked.

The young man's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, how rude am I? My name is Ryan, Ryan Hunt. And you two are?"

"We're travelers," The Doctor stated. "I am a Doctor and this is my lovely assistant, Amelia Pond. Or Amy Pond, whichever you prefer."

"Aw, nice to meet you too," Ryan replied politely. He gestured towards the kitchen. "Would you care for some tea?"

"Sure." Ryan nodded and led the two to the kitchen. Amy and the Doctor took a chair each next to a small table.

"I'm sorry to say this but you two will have to stay here over night," Ryan said as he poured tea into a glass. "But I cannot let you go out with Iemara and Desdemona about."

"Who are they?" Amy asked.

Ryan didn't answer right away. He brought a cup of tea to each of them and then answered.

"Iemara is the woman and Desdemona, her faithful mare," Ryan answered in a dark tone. He was looking at the ground as he explained. "It was about ten years ago. I was fifteen or sixteen when she first appeared. I remembered it clearly like it was yesterday. Something happened at the church in town."

He looked out the window. "I was painting a picture of a cat playing with a mouse in the front yard. That was when I noticed a red light coming from the church. The sky turned dark and red mist rose up from the ground. Then, I saw a woman riding a horse. The horse was towing something behind, like a coffin or something. The horse ran into the forest and after a few minutes the horse and the woman riding returned. That was when the bloodshed happened…

"For the past ten years, when night comes, people seek refuge either underground, in their houses or in the church. If you are foolish enough to stay out after dark, Iemara will find you and she will kill you. If you try to run away, you wander through the mist until you die of starvation."

The room was silent for several heartbeats. The Doctor took a sip of tea.

"When you were fifteen or sixteen or whoever years old, did you notice a UFO or a strange species before this Iemara person came around?" The Doctor asked, cocking his brow at Ryan as he waited for an answer.

Ryan shook his head. "No, nothing like that. The place was relatively calm before She shown up. It was just a normal town."

The room fell silent once again. Ryan broke the silence and made an attempt to smile.

"My profession is painting," he began. "Would like to see my paintings when you are finished with your tea?"

"Sure!" The Doctor said cheerfully. "We have nothing better to do till it's safe to go out. What do you say about that Pond?"

Amy shrugged and took a sip. "Got nothing better to do…"

Ryan nodded and waited patiently. Once the two finished, he led them out of the kitchen and into the room across from it. He flicked on the light, revealing pale, paint chipped walls with random portraits scattered on the wall. On the ground, stacks of canvas piled high to about three feet in height. Amy walked in closer and noticed that all the pictures on the walls were of the woman Iemara, either standing proudly or on a dark coloured horse. Amy assumed automatically that that was the horse Desdemona.

"All of these are of that woman outside…" The Doctor muttered. "Either you lack inspiration to paint anything else or you, my friend, have the issues."

Ryan took a deep breath. "It's not my doing…"

Before the Doctor or Amy could say anything, Ryan began to explain the story behind his paintings.

"You see…in the day when I paint, I'll make beautiful pictures of the landscape or of the tired people in my town. I rest and wake up in front of the canvas. The picture turns into a portrait of Iemara and or Desdemona. I can't destroy for some reason because it always returns to me if I do. So, when someone comes to visit me, I hide these pictures away."

"Why do you hide them?" Amy asked.

"The punishment for having paraphernalia of Iemara, be it a painting or something like that, is death," Ryan answered coldly.

"Oh…I'm sorry," Amy mumbled.

"Oh no, Ms Pond, you didn't know. But, there is only one painting I have that is not of her or the horse."

Ryan walked over to a stack and pulled out a small picture, tucked in between two canvases. He blew the dust off of it and walked over to Amy and the Doctor. He handed them the picture.

The picture seemed dated, but it was still in relatively good condition. Sketched on the off-white paper was the head and shoulders of a young girl who seemed to be in her teenage years. She had shoulder length, wavy hair. On her face was a sad expression and was not looking at the person who would hold the sketch.

"Who is this?" The Doctor asked, looking at the photo.

"She is, or was, my best friend," Ryan said. His voice hardened as he too looked at the picture. His green eyes lost their glow and were now brimming with sadness. "I made this sketch of her when we were fifteen. She had a rough life and would often come over to my house. But one day when she was fifteen or sixteen, she disappeared."

"Do you know what happened to her?" Amy asked.

"No," Ryan answered quietly. "She just…vanished, without a trace. I wanted to go to the church-that's where she lived- and ask what happened to her. But whenever I bring her up, the people there would glare at me and walk away."

Amy scoffed. "For a church, the people don't seem very helpful."

"Why was she living in a church?" The Doctor asked.

"You see…she was an orphan. Her mother died while giving birth to her. Hen her father died when she was twelve years old. She had no choice but to move into the church."

"I see…What was her name? You never told us it."

"Her name was Anne. Anne Marie Cast," Ryan answered.

The Doctor walked over to Ryan and placed a hand on his shoulder. "So this girl-" he said, pointing at the picture. "Was one of the first ones to disappear before this Iemara person shown up?"

Ryan nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Did she have any strange powers or anything of the sort?"

"No…she was just a normal girl."

"Did she ever confide her problems to you?" The Doctor continued to press questions on the young man.

"Sometimes, but she'd usually tell my aunt. I lived with her because my parents were died in a car accident when I was five."

"Is your aunt still alive?"

Ryan shook his head. "She died of sickness a couple of years ago."

The Doctor nodded and clapped his hands together. "Well! I know what we are doing tomorrow or when the mist clear Amy."

"What are we doing tomorrow or when the mist clear, Doctor?" Amy asked, obviously still confused by the Doctor's interview with Ryan.

"We're going to the church."

"Why there?"

"Because we are going to get a few answers questioned."

"I'd be careful." Ryan voice was deep with caution. "The church, especially the eldest priest, does not take too kindly to strangers."

The Doctor laughed. "Don't worry. I have a plan."

Amy rolled her eyes. "He's going to just wing it…"

"But anyways," Ryan continued. "If you really want to go to the church, just follow the path from my house. It's the large stone building on the hill. You won't miss it."

"Thank you, Mr. Hunt," The Doctor said cheerfully. He took the picture out of Amy's hands, Amy giving off a slight protest, and looked at Ryan. "Do you mind if we can hold onto this for a while."

"As long as you give it back and don't wreck it," Ryan responded. "I still like that picture."

"Don't worry. It will return to you unharmed."