Hello to all! Running up to this point, Jonathan, or Slayer, has been sent to 1942 London to slay the Rooder, but has to team up with Sledgehammer! Along the way, he meets Alyssa and hopes that his "Plan" will work! Let's hope so, because it'll be bad news for Alyssa soon! By the way, Psycho, the reason I would like for you to Email me is because your email is incorrect! So email me so we can chat soon! By the way Psycho, I'm sorry if it seems that your boy toy (Sledgehammer) seems a little too weak… Anyways……:P

Chapter 4: A new Ally?

Alyssa's breathe shortened as the maniac serial killer stepped closer to her, grinning his evil grin from ear to ear. "Your mine, now…" He whispered as he raised his hammer. Alyssa's life flashed before her eyes as she closed them and hoped that her death would be quick and painless. Or Sledgehammer, this was easy thus far, but nothing could prepare them for what happened next… There was a loud clang that echoed throughout the room. Alyssa opened her eyes to find that the Dark Knight had stopped the attack with a giant sword with a duel sided saw like blade was holding the hammer just inches from his helmet. The knight's head turned to see Alyssa over his shoulder and stared at her with his red vaporous eyes.

"RUN ANNABELLE!" He roared. Alyssa looked at him in horrid confusion, but soon snapped out of it when she figured that her was yelling at her. "RUUUUNNN!" He cried and she fled the scene via the adjustment room behind the desk. Sledgehammer looked to the girl and tried to follow her, but his path was blocked by Slayer.

"Slayer? What are you doing?" Sledgehammer asked rather calmly in his evil whisper. Slayer's eyes seemed to glow brighter when he heard the question.

"I will not let Annabelle fall again! I will protect her with my life!" Slayer said angrily as he rushed the killer and slung his sword into the air, landing on top of Sledgehammer's hammer with a loud TWANG! The killer seemed confused as he tried to put the peaces together.

"That is not Annabelle!" He cried, blocking another attack from his comrade. "She is the enemy!" Slayer looked at him coolly.

"Then that makes me an enemy as well!" He cried as he swung sideways, slamming and cutting Sledgehammer, sending him into a wall. The killer did not get up and Slayer sighed. I must find her… There is so much to tell her… about my love… He thought as he disappeared.


Alyssa had not even the faintest clue on what was going on, but she knew that she wasn't going to find out. She ran up the stairs and to May's room, finding it locked. She pushed the key into the doorknob and tried to turn it, but nothing happened. She pulled the key out and thought for a moment as a hand touched her in the shoulder. She slowly turned to find the Black Knight once again, and she started to hyperventilate. "I'm not here to hurt you, my Annabelle…" He said softly. His words were warm and touching, yet still beyond frightening. She was sure that what he had said was, in fact, a lie to get her to calm down and kill her when she least expected.

"What do you want?" She cried. Another hand fell on her other shoulder and they started to rub her shoulders. Despite the hard metal, she felt herself calm down almost instantly… Then she remembered her mother doing this when she was younger. Every time she would have a nightmare, she would run into her mother's room and she would rub her shoulders. He thoughts returned to the matter at hand and she broke away from his massage. His red eyes had a distinct feeling of sadness… as though her himself were a lost spirit…

"To protect you…. My dearest Annabelle…" He said softly as she ripped away from his loving, yet hidden, arms. She started to feel intimidated as he drew closer to her. "For over three hundred years I have longed for this moment… My dearest Annabelle, I will die to never lose you again!" Whomever this was, Alyssa was starting to become more scared of him than Sledgehammer.

"I'm not this Annabelle that you speak of! I'm Alyssa Hamilton!" She cried. Slayer was taken aback… He had made a total fool of himself and not only that, but professed his deepest feelings to someone that was probably a reincarnation of her. Slayer shook his head.

"No?" He asked as he slumped to the floor and began to weep tears of sorrow. Alyssa was frightened, yet sad for this being at the same time. "All this time, and but still, for what?" He cried looking to the sky. "Lord… Help me…" Alyssa, for the life of her, had no clue why she did what she did then… She hugged him.

"There, there, now…" She said as the Black Knight continued to cry. She patted his back a couple of times and found that the armor suddenly burst into purple flames, leaving a rotting man in a tunic, knelt on the floor, face covered. She had jumped back at the time that the armor flamed into nothingness and looked at the half rotten man that knelt before her. "Come now… There must be something you could do… Look at me…" She said softly. Slayer shook his head. This horrid face and body of his… A curse placed on his shoulders from the one whom had kept him alive all of this time… He couldn't bring himself to showing her his true identity. She knelt down beside him and pulled his hands away from his face, gasping as she saw the horrid features. But, for reasons unknown, she didn't mind. This soul saved my life… The least I could do is help him find his Sentimental Item… And that seems to be this Annabelle he calls me. She thought. He looked up to her, tears streaming from the one side of his face, the other, just a bleached side of his skull with an eye ball in it. "It will be all right… I'll help you!" She said.

I don't understand… She sees my face, yet she doesn't flee from me…Now she wants to help me. No one has ever done this for me… He gently grasped her arms with the rotting flesh of his and made the fleshy side of his face smile. "You will?" He asked, sniffing. She nodded, although seriously, she seemed happy. The rotting man stood and the purple flames returned, enclosing him in the Black Armor that he was accustomed to. The HellRaiser in a brown sheath that rested on his back, ready to be drawn for more bloodshed from a near existing battle. "I will protect you… For it is my mission… As an Insubordinate." Slayer said. Alyssa cocked her head. This would be weird for her, but at least she would not be alone. She nodded.

"Alright," she started as she looked at the key. Slayer nodded.

"I believe that this is a red drawer key…" He said. Alyssa gave him a look. He looked at her back. "What? Lets go to the red drawer…" The two moved down the stairs and walked to the red drawer that were located right next to the newspaper articles. Alyssa took the key and opened the first drawer after unlocking it, finding another, highly decorated key.

"This must be the room key!" Alyssa exclaimed. Slayer nodded and the two ran to the room, unlocking it. Slayer threw open the door and the two ran in, Alyssa locking the door up behind them.

"We'll be safe, at least for a little bit." Slayer whispered as Alyssa walked around the room. Slayer started to check the room as well.

"What's this?" Alyssa asked as she came across a piece of paper and read it. She picked it up and examined it, turning to the Black Knight. "Ummm…" He seemed to know what she wanted.

"My name was Jonathan… But now I'm Slayer… Either one, I'll let you choose…" He said apathetically. She only nodded and gave him the paper.

"Look… These are-"

"A piano concert invitation…" He finished as he gave them back. Suddenly, the door started to bang like crazy and a loud murderous voice cried out.

"ALYSSAAA!" Sledgehammer cried as he kicked at the door. Alyssa looked at Slayer worriedly.

"The escape's blocked! We need another way!" She cried as she looked around, finding a chair. The killer broke into the room just in time for her to throw the chair at him. Sledgehammer swung and broke the chair in midair. Slayer took his chance and tackled the Subordinate to the wall and let him slide down to the floor. Alyssa helped the Black Knight to his feet. "Nice one!" She said. He smiled. Her personality was so much like that of Annabelle. Alyssa ran down the stairs, followed by Slayer and the two ran out of the house.


Finding another Lavender Water somewhere nearby, they made their way across a bridge and to a lion fountain. Alyssa ran to it and, remembering her mother's advice, refilled the now empty bottle, while Slayer stayed guard, watching Sledgehammer bust out of the tailor's shop and waddling towards them at a fast pace. "Maniac at six o'clock!" Slayer called to Alyssa, whom was just getting the bottle filled and put the cap back on.

"Alright, let's go!" She said as she jogged over to the concert hall, Slayer drew the HellRaiser, ready to strike out at Sledgehammer if he came in front of him. His red vaporous eyes looked right, then left, looking for something. Alyssa watched his eyes dart back and fourth in his helmet. "What's wrong?" She asked. Slayer looked at her, then to the invisible enemy.

"The Minions…" He said as the two walked inside. As they did, little did they know that a purple moth with skulls in the top corners of its wings sat on the side of the wall, flickering its wings.

Upon entrance, the doors shut behind them upon their own accord. Alyssa gasped and Slayer gripped his HellRaiser in defense. After gathering their bearings, Alyssa walked to an open diary on the counter just in front of them. Slayer guarded the girl. "So… Why are you protecting me?" She asked as she signed her name in the book, turning away as her writing started to glow. Slayer looked to her, they were safe for now.

"I'll tell you of that when we get out of here!" He said. Alyssa shrugged it off and moved to a hallway to the left of the desk, Slayer following and picked up another Lavender Water on the way. As they drew closer to a pair of doors that read "concert hall", the duo started to hear piano music. She looked at him, whom nodded slowly and took the lead, opening the door slowly and walking inside, followed by Alyssa. Inside looked more like a movie theater, at least, until they got to the stage and the piano music stopped playing. Alyssa walked cautiously up the steps, Slayer covering the floor and looked around. She jumped as spotlight flashed on and exposed a bloody piano and bloody pieces of music. Slayer looked at her. "Are you alright?" He called. She nodded and continued forward, freezing as the music started up again. She slowly turned her head, almost afraid to look, but forcing her to take in the view and letting out a scream of terror.

Slayer whipped around, finding that Alyssa was trying to get as far away from…. Nothing. He looked at the seat of the piano and cocked his head. "Alyssa, what's wrong?" Slayer cried concerned. She covered her mouth and kept to herself as the spirit before her played a series of wrong notes and started to weep. This, as with Slayer, touched Alyssa and she wanted to comfort her, but a familiar cackle told her otherwise.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Sledgehammer laughed aloud as he crashed into the stage and slammed to hammer to the floor. The Spirit screamed and disappeared. The serial killer was left with Alyssa at last, laughing as she crawled under the piano, meeting her at the other side and making a surprising noise as she came through, causing her to jump. What he didn't pay attention to was the fact that Slayer swung at him and knocked him off the stage and start to glow red.

"Wind Capture!" He cried and spun around, slinging his sword and sending a white line that hit him, entwining around him like a windy rope. The serial killer struggled and fell to the floor, roaring out as he did.

"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, SLAYER!" He cried and had no choice but to disappear, letting the windy rope fall to the floor and vanish. The Black Knight looked around.

"Alyssa! Come on out!" Slayer called. In turn, he heard his name.

"Slayer! Come quickly!" She called from behind the curtains. Jonathan ran to her, jumping the piano and rolling behind the curtains, finding a grated floor and a dead body next to it.

"What happened here?" He asked. Alyssa pointed to the leaver and explained.

"I pulled this and that man fell from the rafters of the theater!" She said. Slayer pointed the parts of the cross, head, stomach, shoulder and shoulder chanting as he did.

"Father, Son, Holy Spirit!" and bowed to the dead man. Alyssa looked the body over and saw the his fist was closed up with a piece of paper in it. She reached for it.

"What's this?" She asked as she came back up and unwrinkled the paper. A note which read:

Locker combination: BAD

BABE: 1014

DEAD: 3403

Slayer looked at it. "I'm lost!" He said and walked to the edge of the curtains as Alyssa's eyes lit up.

"This must be for the lockers at the front auditorium!" She exclaimed as she rushed to Slayer. He smiled and nodded.

"Well, let's move!" He said and started to hustle to the doors at the other end of the room, throwing them open and getting slammed in the face and getting sent backward bout two feet with a sickening crunch.

"I'LL KILL YOU THIS TIME, SLAYER!" It was Sledgehammer again as he swung over his head and pulled down on the hammer. Slayer brought his legs up and thrust them into Sledgehammer's face, knocking him off balance and into the wall in the other room.

"Alyssa! Go to the safe and hide yourself until I get there!" He cried, but Alyssa had other plans. She pulled out the bottle of Holy Water and tossed a dose on Sledgehammer, setting him on green flames!

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" He cried as he danced around the room and the two made their escape. Alyssa was close to full scale panic, but Slayer wasn't about to let her nut up now.

"Come on, Alyssa! Keep a hold of yourself!" He cried as the two made their way to the front desk. Alyssa slipped behind it and fumbled with the dead man's note, reading it aloud, then looking to the safe with a look of shock. "What's wrong?" Slayer called as he blocked an incoming blow from Sledgehammer. Alyssa looked at the note again:

Locker Combination: BAD

BABE: 1014

DEAD: 3403

Then it hit her. But matching the numbers with the corresponding letter of each letter, the word itself gave off a combination, in which was always in fours, but one on top was in three, thus, by taking the corresponding letter and number and matching them with the top word, the locker combination gave off as; BAD: 103. She quickly flipped the numbers of the safe and the door popped open, revealing a key. She quickly grabbed it and headed for the front, unlocking it. "Let's go!" She cried as she walked out. Slayer slammed his HellRaiser upside Sledgehammer's head and quickly followed her, slamming the doors shut behind them both. Moving down the steps, Alyssa bent down, hands to her knees, and breathed hard. Slayer patted her in the back gently.

"Good work thus far-" He was interrupted by a pair of breaking doors and the restless serial killer shouting.

"I WANT VODKA!" He roared in rage. Slayer and Alyssa developed large anime sweat drops on the sides of their faces. Despite the fact that she should be scared out of her wits, she turned to Slayer.

"You've known him longer than I, -huff- is he an alcoholic?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Right now, we should worry about bigger things, like you staying alive!" He said as the two broke into a run, followed by Sledgehammer. The both of them made it to the bridge and ran like Hades to the other side, where they found that the killer had disappeared again.

"Where did he go?" Alyssa asked. Slayer's red eyes grown dim as he closed them and Jonathan's Spirit seemed to float out of him, searching the unseen. Finding two places of interest, the soul returned to the Black Knight's rotting corps for a body and he pointed to the left.

"Our friend won't be here for a while, so let's go this way, I'll explain on the way!" He said as the two made towards the dark tunnel on the cold London night.

In Dark World

The Ghoul seethed with anger as he looked into the black cauldron, watching Slayer's every move and growled with frustration. "NOOO! YOU"RE SUPPOSED TO KILL THE BITCH!" He cried. As if by some unknown force, Slayer looked into the air, right at the Ghoul, lifted a hand and shot a dark matter ball at him, exploding the liquid into his face. The little green man seemed to look blank for a moment and blinked, shaking the cauldron mix off of him and running around the prison like a madman. "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGG! I'LL KILL THAT BLACK KNIGHT IF I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF!" He cried. Without looking at where he was going, he slammed into a pair of legs, shrouded in armor. Rubbing away the pain from his face, he looked up slowly, seeing the following; bare masculine legs despite the metal strapped to him, chest armor that shrouded him from shoulder to shoulder with a dark black spot in the left breast of his chest, two arms with gauntlets and a long blade popping out for each, and a helmet with two horns pointing upward, and in a Satanist like way, could point out an upside down pentagram with the helmet. From his chin to the bottom of his nose could be seen. Two yellow vaporous eyes starred at the Ghoul and he seemed to smile a little.

"Let me take care of the wench…. And the traitor…" He said as the blades on his gauntlets slipped into the uppermost part of the glove. The Ghoul smiled evilly.

"Okay!" He cackled in glee, wanting nothing more than to see more bloodshed. The man smirked and looked at the other Subordinates, whom cowered in their cells as he continued to the bluish grayish portal and looked back at them.

"Let it be known that if any oppose me, they will die… This is not a threat, but a promise!" He cried. They knew that, besides Slayer, that the strongest of the strongest had spoken…..Nightmare.

WOW! One and a half days to finish this… EEEK! I've done better with Eternal Fantasy! (For those of you whom came in late, check my profile under "Things I Like" it'll tell you a little more about it) And for those who want to know more about my story… I can't tell you because I don't have my own web site! Email me if you know where I can get one that is absolutely free because I'm out of a job at the moment and I could really use a little showcase right about now… Other than that, you know the drill… R&R please! If you enjoy this, please review! And if you think that I can do better, give me your ideas so that I can shape these stories up. Psycho, I know that you're reading this and I appreciate you… CHRISTIANITY RULEZ… but so dose South Park… Yeah… ANYHOW! R&R, Flaming, NO! Constructive Criticism, APPRECIATED!