Cecilia's Point of View

I ran from the stairwell and into an empty room. I closed the door behind me as I slid down to sit on the floor. I pulled my legs to my chest and started to cry. This wasn't right; this was supposed to be a stupid road trip to a stupid ghost town. We should have left the moment we hit the church. Lucky whined as I cried, but I ignored him.

I sat there alone for a while, I don't know how long, which is why I was surprised when I felt a hand on my knee. I didn't look up; it wasn't trying to crush my knee cap, so it was safe to assume it wasn't a nurse, or anything similar.

"You're a mess." A young boy's voice stated bluntly.

I didn't answer; I only kicked my leg in the direction of the voice. I smirked a bit as a heard my foot made contact with something solid, followed by a quiet 'ow'.

"Keep it up, lady, and I'll kill the boy too." He warned me.

"You've probably done worse; he'd probably like death." I said morbidly.

I heard the boy laugh at my comment; this kid was getting on my nerves.

"Tell you what, girl," he started, "this will be like that story I read. Guess my name, and I'll fix everything, to some extent."

I looked up then, right into his yellow eyes. The color suited him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's kind of like playing a country song backwards; you get all your stuff back!" He looked at my blank expression and rolled his eyes. "I'll wake up the boy and revive the girl; the little blonde girl…in the ridiculous tutu."

My jaw dropped as he said this. I felt fresh tears rolling down my face as I thought of Lily and Josh; I thought of them happy, and alive, like they were before we came to this hellish town.

I couldn't speak, but I nodded in agreement. The boy smiled before vanishing. Dear God, what have I done?

You fucked up, that's what you did.

I frowned as I heard Not-Judgment, no, Ark's voice in my head. I thought of the most painful thing I had ever experienced, and hoped that he felt it too. Telepathy worked like that, didn't it?

I sighed as I stood up, and looked down at Lucky.

"I think it's time to go now, don't you?" I asked him.

Lucky barked in approval. I opened the door and made my way back to the room with my friends.

I opened the door and found Oliver sitting with his back against the wall, and staring at Josh. Judgment was opposite of them. Oliver looked up as I came in, and Lucky ran over to Josh and curled up next to him.

"Anything happen?" I asked.

"He shakes, sometimes, but nothing on his condition." He reported sadly.

"I have good news," I told him. "If we guess that little boys name, he'll fix Josh and bring Lily back."

His face lit up when I told him this. "Great!" he said, mood lifting noticeably, "So what's his name?"

I looked down; I didn't know. I could feel Oliver's mood sink back down to rock bottom. I instantly felt horrible. From the corner of my eye, I saw Judgment approach me.

He put his helmet over my head and said, "He's, believe it or not, in a part of the faith that the people here believe in."

I ducked out from under the helmet and thought about that before turning to Oliver and asking, "Oliver, what exactly does your community believe in?"

Oliver bit his lip and laughed a bit. "I don't know," he admitted, "I tuned everything in church."

I sighed; this probably meant we would have to go back to the church.

Lucky's head snapped up and looked towards the door. He growled as the sounds of footsteps were made audible. Oliver checked his gun and I readied my bat, but we lowered our guard when a soft knock came from the other side of the door.

I looked as Oliver, who shrugged and went to cautiously open the door. He opened it to reveal a sorry looking Evie and a bored looking Ark. Evie's eyes looked at all of us before settling on Josh's still body.

"What happened to him?" she asked in a worried tone.

"Well," Oliver explained, "whilst you were making out with lover boy here, little Satan junior came by and knocked him out."

Lucky continued to growl at Ark when he and Evie came into the room. I nudged him with my foot to get him to stop. Judgment was looking, presumably, at the pyramid helmet that Ark continued to lug around with him. Judgment looked at me and pointed to Ark's helmet.

"Yeah," I said, "that's him."

Ark looked at us. "I'm what?" he asked.

"You're that douche bag who killed Shane; the one who's running around looking like Judgment." I motioned to judgment as I spoke. Ark's bored expression didn't change.

"It was you?" Oliver cut it.

"Yeah," I prompted, "go beat him up."

"Oh please," Ark glared at both of us, "I could take you both."

"And I would kick all of your asses, now stop fighting!" Evie screamed at us.

I huffed in anger and looked back at Josh; he didn't look peaceful, like most people, when he slept. He always had nightmares. Shane used to bring him over to our house on the weekends, and he would usually pass out on my bedroom floor; to this day, I don't know why or how. All I know is, when he starts shaking in his sleep, all you have to do is yell, and he'll wake up screaming.

"Where would we go to find Satan child's name?" I asked myself out loud.

"My best guess would be the church. Christabella knows everything." Oliver answered.

I heard Judgment make some weird noise that, I would guess, resembled scoffing. I looked over at him. He shook his head before pulling me under his helmet.

"She hardly knows everything. Besides, I can't go in the church." He told me.

I ducked out from the helmet and started to think. An idea came to my mind; it was a dumb plan, but it was all I had. I looked at Oliver.

"Then I'm going to try the church. You have to come with me." I announced.

"I'll come too." Evie volunteered.

"Okay then, here's the plan."

A/N: I'm going to go ahead and assume that R&R means read and review... you should all do that.

I''m going through art block. So someone should totally give me an idea. You can include and OC, a plot twist, anything. Shameless begging, go!