A/N: Alright. Chapter three. Lol, I am so power-writing at the moment. But hey, I'm not so happy with this chapter. I hope it's adequate, because it's necessary for the plot. I tried fixing it up like fifty times but I only made it worse… so… if someone could point out parts that are unclear or rushed and I could redo it, that'd be great.

And, see, this story isn't about JUST Katie and Dia and blah blah. It's about everyone in the village. Sorry if 1 the story is too comical at parts (I can't help it, I'm parody writer) or 2 the entire storyline seems rushed, because I want to keep everything fast-paced. An author's job is not to tell the reader everything. And the more confused you are, the better ;)

Thanks to Momo-chan12, The Scarlet Sky, And Dildo Eggplant- er, Cujos13th for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon. And get ready for some graphic murder, kiddies!

Her Name In Blood

Jamie slung his hoe over his shoulder like a fishing rod, looking over his shoulder every few minutes as if someone were following him.

No one's here. No one's here. No one but you… and Cal, too. Somewhere, he tried to reassure himself. Quickening his pace, he tugged at the blade of hoe, which had begun digging into his back, and surveyed the landscape for his dog.

Nonetheless, he turned and peered behind him once more. His throat caught when he thought he saw a dark figure step towards him. He backed and squinted through the rain, which nearly flooded into his electric blue eyes, and realized it was merely a tree. Or a post, he really couldn't tell.

"Cal…" Jamie tried to yell, but his voice was drained and mixed with the lurching wind. He rubbed his rain poncho against his neck, panting as if he'd just run a thousand yards. His throat was cold and exposed, which made his breath feel spiky every time air rose to his mouth. He cleared his throat a few times in hopes of warming himself, but it only made him choke on his spit.

"Cal!" he said a little louder, but again, he could barely hear himself. Jamie pressed his numb hands to his sides and squinted again, wondering where he was standing after all the walking he'd done. If he had walked north from his house then that'd mean he'd already passed the clinic and sanatorium. If he were very far north he'd either end up in Moonlight Cave, the mountains, or Paradise Orchard.

He felt his knees buckle slightly and tripped on the cobblestone pavement, but immediately stepped forward and regained his balance. As much as he wanted to find his dog, he knew he wouldn't last in the storm. He would have to find a play to stay until it let up.

"I'll go to the Paradise Orchard, where Ronald, Dan, and Meryl will be," he decided, speaking aloud just to confirm he wasn't dead. He was too numb to feel cold anymore. "After all, the cave will be just as dark- and cold." The only thoughts that pushed him forward were his safety- and warmth: lots of it. As long as he had faith, faith would guide him.

But faith lied. Jamie pivoted without realizing, continuing to stumble towards what he thought to be the Paradise Orchard. Whenever he felt weak, he looked up at the sky, in hopes of seeing the moon, which would substitute as his flashlight- his guardian, his angel.

But the rain was always in the way.

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"Ray, come on! Ray! Ray!!"

A blue-haired girl tugged at his hand desperately, knowing she wouldn't actually be moving him but doing it anyway.

"Please, Ray!"

Ray, a rather tall, brown-haired man with a steady build, ignored her. His eyes were locked on the streaming river, and then on his wormed hook. He reeled his line in then cast it again, further this time.

"Ray! Stop ignoring me!" the girl screamed, tugging harder.

But his attention was undivided. Azure eyes steely on the now-blackened waves, he shook his wrist violently until the girl let go, making her stumble back and fall on her rear in the wet grass.

"We'll be caught in the middle of the storm!" the girl said, at her feet again. Mud strewn her face. "Ray, do you want to die?!"

Ray started to feel irritated. A vein throbbed near his left eye. He wanted to tell her to shut up, but instead he hunched his shoulders forward more and kept his eyes on the shallow part of his line. A few moments later he felt a hand strike him in the face- he'd just been slapped.

"Stop fishing!! Take me home!" she cried, stomping her foot. "I'll slap you again!"

That was it. He opened his mouth for the first time when he felt a strong tug on the line.

"I got one!" he commentated, rising the rod as high as he could in the air as he reeled the fish in, seeming to forget the fact that he'd just been slapped almost instantly.

"Ray! Stop!" The girl was now crying as she watched him struggle to retrieve the fish. "You're such a fish freak! It's all you think about, isn't it! You don't even have time for your girlfriend!"

The fish reared towards the right, pulling Ray forward a little. But he fought back, sidestepping and yanking at the rod with all his strength, like a hunter trying to shoot a bear with a harpoon.

"I hate you, Ray! Because of you I'm going to be caught in the storm now!" She pounded on his arm, but her fist bounced off like jelly. "We are so over! You're never going to the library again! Go get a life!"

It was almost there. He reeled the defeated fish in with solid strokes.

"…So don't count on me ever again! Go get a family, and a house, you hobo!"

With that, Ray stopped for the first time. His hands were still, and he let the fish swim away with his bait, hook, and half of the fishing line. Stoically turning to face the blue-haired girl, he set his fishing rod down on the muddy grass and took a step forward.

"W-what are you doing…" the girl started.

Ray's eyes burned into hers. Alas, he snapped forward, pouncing at her like a lion. They fell backward, with the girl screaming and clawing at him from beneath him.

"Freak! Get off of me! Get off!" she shrieked, trying to kick him. But it was to no avail; Ray sat defiantly on her legs. He held just her wrists and leaned forward until their noses touched.

"What? Are you trying to…" The girl felt woozy as Ray pressed his warm, rosy lips against hers, feeling safe for the first time since the storm began. He continued to kiss her sweetly and softly and then finally pulled away.

"Ray, why'd you sto-"

He interrupted her with a violent slap to her face, six times harder and louder than hers. The girl seemed more shocked than pained, but the expression on her face and the way her body tensed was enough to tell it hurt.

Enjoying himself immensely, Ray continued to slap her, laughter bubbling up his throat when she started screaming and crying until her voice was scratchy. Then his laughter dissipated like sand in an hourglass, and he wrenched his hand towards her neck, clamping it and shaking it. The girl's feet soon rose above the air, trembling like she was having a spasm.

"Stop!" she croaked hazily. Her voice cracked with tears.

But Ray's eyes continued to melt into hers. They seemed to burn into her skin as he pressed against her once more.

Without another word, he turned around and stood above the raging waters, with his girlfriend dangling above it. His eyes looked from the waves to the girl and back, as if thinking.

"You wouldn't…" she said, but her plea sounded like a dare to him.

"Watch me," he whispered deviously. She screamed again, and it was all the fuel he needed. His lips bloomed into a secretive grin and his eyes narrowed down at the lake. Oblivious to her screaming and struggling, he released his grip on her neck, kicking her when she went low enough and sending her straight into the river. He watched as her mouth bubbled like foam as she was forced underwater, and then slashed at by the marine rocks.

He thought he heard her scream "WHY!" as she was carried by the current and again he felt the urge to laugh. He took his fishing rod and followed her body until it was far out of view and reach- but not far enough to be able to tell if she was alive or not. She'd ceased her struggling and basically moving at all.

Ray stared at her, content with the lifeless form he'd brought upon her. He bent down and cast out his fishing rod once again.

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Dia tried to sob as quietly as she could. Every time a cry of remorse rose to her throat, she held her sleeves to her nose and mouth and made a loud, terrible moan. Gina had asked her several times from the bottom landing if she were alright. She'd barely managed a "Yes". It was hard talking to the person responsible for it all.

"I'm going to bed, Dia," Gina called finally. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Dia held back the urge to scream something vulgar. She took a deep breath, then, "'Night."

"Goodnight."

She listened to her footsteps as they died away, and then watched the lights flicker off. Deciding it wouldn't be best to leave while Gina was still awake, she went through all her things again and sorted through the bookcase twice. She sighed. There was never much she could do in that sanatorium…

But it would all change. Instinct pulsating through her body, she took her half-empty suitcase by the handle and dragged it as silently as she could down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she felt more tears drip from her glassy green eyes and let out a slow, shaky sigh that made her body tremble.

No one would give her anymore medicine anymore. No more pills. No needles. After all, like, Gina and Martha both said… she wouldn't get better.

One hand on the door, she made sure she'd grasped the suitcase firmly. There was no returning. She didn't look back. With one more sturdy breath, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob.

"Dia, what the hell?"

Dia nearly jumped out of her skin. Alex. When she felt his hand land softly on her shoulder, she did the first thing her body forced her to do- whirl around and punch him in the face. He was blasted back, clearly bewildered, and clutching his bloody nose in pain.

Dia gasped and opened her mouth to apologize when she looked down at her hand and felt- blood.

Warm, fresh, sweet, blood…

Stop! Stop, why are you thinking like that?!

"G-get away from me!" Dia screamed, more tears rushing down her cheeks, the doctor's crestfallen face making her heart shrivel.

It drips like juice… doesn't it look delicious? It flows like waves… isn't it pretty?

No! That's disgusting!

Alex stepped up to her, the look on his face making hers melt. "Dia, what's going…"

Dia hurled the closest thing in sight at him- which was an empty toilet paper roll sitting on the counter. She had to make it so he hated her. He couldn't go after her. If she was responsible for his death…

Why do I feel this way? She continued to pelt him with random objects, wet, wet, tears dancing on her cheeks. What is this pain?

Sick of it all, she cried out, something she wanted to do for so long. When Alex stepped towards her, she raked his face with her already blood-soaken fingers and pushed the door opened. Her suitcase nipped at her heels painfully as she ran, but she didn't care. She pushed through the rain- something she hadn't felt before. In all the books she read, rain seemed like it would feel like soft, dewy water droplets… like cloud petals, the book said.

But now… they felt like glass, pounding down at her face, her back, her stomach, everywhere.

She looked down at the remaining blood on her hand and held it up to the sky as far away from her face as she could, feeling the glass rain sweep it away; all her tears wasted as she ran from the life she never wanted.

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AFTER-READ SPOILERS: Yes, I've decided to mix the pairings up a bit. In this case, it's Alex x Dia. Kurt? Pffft, Kurt can suck my wiener.