XI. Contestant No. 94
"Face it
This is what we're up, up against?
You're waiting
And every minute is a minute away."
-Taking Back Sunday
You know what I can go for right about now? Some tacos. Not just any tacos either. Taco Bell tacos. Seriously. I think I at least deserve some tacos for a job well done. C'mon, Lady, back there, could've emptied her entire clip on my face but through sheer luck I have managed to escape with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. Not to be a cry baby or anything, but these bruises do hurt a lot. But let's think about it this way: Bruises or Death?
I park my car in front of the doorway of the best place on Earth (A.K.A. Taco Bell) and head inside. I don't care if I'm still sopping wet from my unexpected swim in the Long Island Sound, I'm gonna get a damn taco. But even before I have the chance to decide what to get, a man with white hair catches my eye. The youngest of the white haired trio is sitting by the window in the corner munching down on a freaking chalupa. Yes, I said it, a chalupa.
And even though I'm witnessing this, it just all seems…surreal. I can't imagine any of them eating anything, well accept for Dante. He's the pizza guy, everyone knows that. As for Nero, I'd at least make him out to be one of those drive thru kind of guys. He almost looks normal, I'll give him that. He would be normal on the account of the fact he doesn't really exist.
I realize I look like a complete freak staring at him from the entrance. So I avert my eyes elsewhere trying to figure out what my next move should be. Do I go to him and try to have as friendly of a conversation as you can possibly have with someone who is eventually going to try to kill you? Do I continue what I was doing and pretend not to notice him? Or do I turn around, get back in my car and dismiss the idea of ever wanting a taco?
Fuck that. I want my freakin' taco, killer or not. Besides, they can't hurt me outside of the game or whatever, right? I don't think it could hurt to talk to him. Well, I did piss him off a few days ago. Maybe he forgot? This could be a good chance to gain more insight on why they are physically here.
First, however, I head over to the register to place my order and almost immediately the cashier, a girl, starts to give me an attitude. I don't know why people insist on giving me attitude. It's a losing argument.
"What do you mean you don't have anymore cinnamon twists," I snap, clearly not impressed with this girl's lack of effort to go and make sure. "I can't have tacos with cinnamon twist. It's like having peanut butter without jelly. Or Oreo cookies without milk. Or Zelda without Link! Or Mario without Princess Peach! It just doesn't work."
"Look Liam," She says putting her hands on her hips, "You're just gonna have to live without them. You're, like, the only person who orders them anyway."
Oh…right. I know who she is. Remember Bryce's (A.K.A. Cloud) girlfriend who I publicly humiliated in front of a majority of our school? Yeah, well, she is Nora's best friend. Her name is Kelly or something. All I know is that they've been friends since kindergarten.
"So then where the hell are mine, if y'know that I'm the only person who orders them, huh?" I protest.
Her eyes narrow, "The dude with the white hair over there brought them," She points over at Nero who is just casually chomping down on his food. "So, just order something else or get out of my damn line."
"I don't want anything else! I paid for those damn cinnamon twists so give me back my money," I snap, holding my hand out to her.
"Molly," One of the other people that works there says as she angrily presses the button on the cash register, "If you keep getting into it with the customers you're going to get fired."
"Yeah, Molly," I say, mockingly. She glares at me then turns her attention back to her co-worker. "Yeah, Molly." I say once more.
"Shut up!" She yells, "You are, like the worst customer to come by!" She leans over the counter and tries to hit me.
"Damn freaking straight I am," I say crossing my arms as I step out of harm's way. "How about instead of trying to assault me, you go and make some?"
"How about instead of bitching and complaining you come over here and say it to my face!" She yells. The other guy is forced to hold her back as she attempts to hop over the counter and put an end to me.
"Molly, go cool off in the break room," The guy whose nametag reads "Jeff" says, ushering her in the direction of the room. She doesn't pass up on an offer to give me the middle finger as she looks over her shoulder one last time. Soon she stomps out of sight and I'm left with Jeff.
"Sorry about that," He says, "I'll go get your order."
When he comes back everything I ordered is on the tray, including the cinnamon twist. That bitch was holding out on me. I bet she's texting Payton right now too.
OMG. LIAM IS SUCH A D0UCHE BAG. I CANT BELIEVE I USED T0 LYKE HIM. N0W I JUTS WANT TO END HIM!
And yes, all those spelling errors included.
Yeah, Molly, bet you didn't know that I knew you liked me! That's why I spilled that green paint all over you during Art. I claimed it was an "accident" but it really wasn't.
"Thanks man," I grin, feeling like I am the happiest person on this Earth, despite almost being killed two times in two days in a row. I turn around and remember that Nero is still in the restaurant. He still seems to be unaware that I'm in the store with him because he continues to read his newspaper, that I didn't notice till just now, and he's sipping on his drink like he hasn't got a care in the world.
Should I? Is this a good idea? Strategy wise yes. Other than that, hell no it's not a good idea.
I head over to the table anyways. If he does attack me at least I have some witnesses.
"Hey Mr. White," I say taking a seat across from at his table.
"You again?" He smirks, not even bothering to look up from his apparently-too-delicious-to-pay-attention-to-anything-else-chalupa. He takes a bite out of it then, reaches over for his drink. He pauses before he touches it and looks over at me. "You're still here?"
"Heck yeah, I am," I smile waving my taco at him.
"Surprised you aren't dead," Nero shrugs, going back to what he was doing before I arrived. It's actually really quite disgusting to watch him eat. He has no table manners…
"If anyone should be surprise it should be me," I laugh weakly.
"Well, if we didn't have rules, then I would impale my sword through your skull right here and now." Well, that's reassuring. "But the rules say we can't or we're disqualified and you're given another chance at life and we can't harm you any longer." Nero says. He takes another bite of his food. "These things are like heaven on earth."
"So… basically if I piss one of you off before game time and you kill me, by accident or not, you guys automatically lose and I come back to life as if none of this ever happened?" I ask.
"Yep," He nods, "We have our own set of rules. If we break a single one of them we lose everything we've worked so hard to achieve. So don't even think about trying to get one of us to kill you. We know how to hold our tempers since we've been at this for a while."
"Uh… How long is a while?" I ask.
"Two years," He says, "For every ten people that lose to us, one of us gets to come back. Dante and Vergil were able to come to this side simultaneously because twins count as 29 people since they are not only rare, it's tough to erase them from existence. You are the final piece, which is why everyone's trying so hard to kill you. Lady and Credo should've known better than to take you lightly. We all thought your were going to be a joke."
"So…that means… I'm contestant number 94?" I ask.
"Yeah."
That means, well, excluding the total count of 29 for the twins, 93 people have lost their existences. All of this really is riding on me. If I can't bring these people back, no one will be able too. Ninety-three innocent's people's blood on their hands. My tacos aren't looking too delicious anymore.
I gather up my stuff, "I have to go, y'know rest for tomorrow's match," I say.
He just nods his head.
I don't want to be the 94th and final person to lose my existence. Think about all the awesome things I'm going to/or maybe miss depending on the outcomes of this! Wait for it!
List No. 11: Things I'll miss when I'm gone
1. Legend of Zelda: The Skyward Sword. Seriously, this game better be awesome or I will lose all respect for Shigeru Miyamoto. Oh and even though I have taken a sacred vow to never touch/play a game again, I still want to know if it's going to be awesome. That teaser trailer really put the word "teaser" to the test. The graphics look beautiful. So beautiful that they may put Square Enix on a run for their money.
2. Mass Effect 3. Who isn't excited for Mass Effect 3? When Mass Effect 2 came out my friends and I threw an epic party, even if it was just three of us and my brother. We all ordered some Mass Effect gear (Sweatshirt, baseball cap, wristband, etc). I waited at the midnight premiere for approximately an hour at Best Buy to get the game too. Us, being near grown men, almost burst into tears when Joker, not my friend Joker- the guys name in the game is Joker, supposedly died. We all cheered when we found out otherwise. At the end of the game, we decided that if there wasn't going to be a Mass Effect 3 people were either A. Going to die or B. We'd start a riot. But we got our wish, so it's all good now.
3. 2012. Yeah, that right. I said it, 2012. I just want to see if the world is really going to end or if it'll be a big joke like The Year 2K.
4. Pokemon Black & White. I can't believe they are releasing a new Pokemon Game and it's not going to be for the 3DS. I love that Pokemon that look like a chandelier. I don't know why, but I do know that that Pokemon will be on my team roster even if I give up a Pokemon that will be vital to my team. And the town- I mean city looks amazing. When I first saw the screenshots I thought I was looking at an entirely different game.
5. The announcement of Devil May Cry 5. If they are making a new one, I'm gonna buy the game so I can snap it in half then burn the remaining pieces. Hardcore, right?
6. Final Fantasy Agito XIII & Final Fantasy Versus XIII. Everyone knows that Final Fantasy games are a force to be reckoned with. Except for X-2, which is the worst one of the series hands down. I don't care if I have the whole FF universe trying to kill me, as long as I get the game and play through it, I'll die happy.
7. Hovercrafts/boards Yep… Hovercrafts/boards. Though this won't happen anytime soon, probably not even my lifetime. Maybe in my kid's lifetime, depending on if I have any or not. Maybe the government has made a Hovercraft/board, but placed it in Area 51 due to some serious technical difficulties? Imagine someone drunk driving on one of those. It'd be complete chaos. And accidents in the sky would be twice as dangerous. But still. I want one.
8. JET PACKS! Enough said.
9. Elder Scrolls V & Fallout 4. It's bound to happen eventually since Elder Scrolls Oblivion IV: Oblivion and Fallout 3 was so successful. Beyond successful at that. You aren't a true gamer if you haven't played either.
When I get home, Florence, Jordan, and Quinn are sitting on the porch steps. They have the light on so they can see without difficulty in the dark. Florence and Jordan seem to be arguing over something, but I can't hear about what. When my car pulls into the driveway, they spring up from their seats.
"Liam!" My brother and sister yell.
"Hey guys," I wave, trying to make myself appear more tired than I already am. In reality, I'm still quite bothered by the fact that 93 people have lost before me. If I'm lucky, like that killer lepruchan Lucky, I'll make it to the tenth and final round. I'm going to assume the last person is Dante. Also, if I'm correct Vergil and Dante will be the last two people I face considering that they're the last two to come over to this side. And if I do my math right, Nero was probably the one who ended the twins. Though… I can't explain how he was only recently noticed by Quinn. Maybe at one point we were effected by whatever everyone else is experiencing now.
"Dude, what the hell!" Jordan yells, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me, "Who puts their remote in their shoe and then puts it underneath the bed!"
"Huh? Oh! I thought I threw it out the window…after well… my T.V. talked to me," I reply.
"Thank god you didn't or we wouldn't have gave you your weapon in time," He complains.
"Speaking of which!" I glare at him, "Why the hell would you give me guns! I can't even believe I shot her with my horrible accuracy! I suck at first person shooter games!" Actually, I'm pretty good… But that's beside the point.
"Well, we were contemplating on giving you a magnum," Jordan says, scratching at his chin.
"Oh, that would've been even better. I'd have a bloody nose and a broken finger from the recoil," I laugh sarcastically.
"Which is precisely why we decided against it," He smirks.
"His finger "accidentally" slipped on the x-button," Quinn makes air quotes, "so that's why you had dual pistols."
Jordan shoots Quinn a dirty look. "If you two hadn't been nudging at me I would've picked the kantana or the wind magic."
"Wait, so you get to chose what weapon I get? It's not completely random?" I ask as I continue up the steps.
"Yeah. But we have to be careful. Once you pick it, it can't be chosen again," Jordan explains as we walk in the house, "I'm trying to figure out a way around it but so far I've had no luck."
"Darn it. So I can't get that awesome yellow glowing short sword again?" I ask.
"Well, you can get a different variation of it. Like a blue glow instead of yellow. The glowing aura represents the an elemental attribute. Of course, for the dual guns I'm pretty sure one was an electric type and the other a psychic or poison type. Something like that," He explains, "Let's go up to your room and I'll show you."
My room looks like a storm came through. My blankets are thrown all the over place, as are my shoes and game guides. My television is on too. A yellow screen with black words and a full body picture of me is shown. It looks like your typical RPG menu. Right below my picture is my name, along with my health points (which are dangerously low) and magic points (which is undisturbed). On the side is a list of stuff: equipment (weapons), equipment (magic), and items.
"What is this, Pokemon?" I ask.
"I'd say more a mix of Persona 4 and Final Fantasy," He replies, picking up the controller and selecting the "Equipment (weapons)" from the menu.
A list of weapons comes up, with a picture of it on the side. Which ever one the arrow hovers over, the picture is big, but becomes small again, when the arrow is taken off of it. If you click R2 or L2 it organizes them based on Attributes, weight, one-handed, double-handed, ranged, melee, or weapon type. This definitely is not your typical everyday Action Replay, that's for sure.
"I think it's better if we start you out with single weapons. Plus it's also better to see what kinda of weapon the opponent uses to judge what their weakness may be," Jordan continues to geek on.
"How long did it take for you to figure all of this out?" I ask, slightly impressed.
"A few minutes," He shrugs, like it's no big deal.
"Show off…" Quinn mutters.
"Jealous, Quintus?" Jordan grins.
"N-No!" Quinn stammers. Clearly he is jealous. Especially since someone else outsmarted him. Our little genius outsmarted by the epic douche bag. Not like that happens everyday.
"Well guys," I say, hopping onto my bed, "I need to sleep and the exit is that away…" I point my index fingers in the direction of the door.
"Ah fine," They sigh.
"I'm sleepin' on the couch," Florence yells pushing Jordan to the ground. He hits into my dresser, barely missing my Playstation and the television as he falls.
"Ow, you bitch!" Jordan yells, "We already agreed that I'm sleeping on the couch!" He gets up and runs after my sister and Quinn who snicker sinisterly. "We agreed!" He slams the doors shut behind him.
They continue yelling for what seems like hours until I eventually fall asleep.
Nero sits in Taco Bell eating a chalupa like I had seen him doing hours earlier. The strange thing about all of this is that besides the single light shining on Nero, all the other lights are off and he's the only person in the store. Moonlight shines through the windows making a few parts of the store visible, but other than that complete darkness.
"You think you can win, do you?" Nero says still looking down at the table.
"Yeah?" I say, wondering if this is the real deal or just a dream.
"Yeah, yeah we do," A voice says somewhere within the shadows. It isn't my voice that's for sure, but it does sound familiar.
"We will win. We will put a stop to this if it's the last thing we do," Another voice, a bit gruffer than the other.
From my right two figures emerge from the shadows. What were once my science and history teachers stand carrying a sword and the other a pistol.
"Just because you two won six battles doesn't mean you can gloat," Nero grins as he puts down his food. He gets to his feet and snaps his fingers. His arm begins to glow a bright blue, like in the games. The flesh on his arms slowly begins to peel away, eventually revealing his demon arm. His sword appears in his other hand and he holds it out towards the twins.
Their confident expressions do not falter. Well, except for Glenn Delacour. He holds the pistol up to Nero and Ian does the same, except he uses a short sword.
You can tell the difference between the twins by three ways: One, Glenn has one blue and one green eye, while Ian has two blue eyes. Two, Glenn wears glasses, Ian doesn't. Three, Ian has a small scar on his cheek. They both have medium length jet black hair and pale skin. They are also both the same height and probably weight the same too.
"No hard feelings?" Ian says just as the ticker on his cell phone hits Zero.
"No hard feelings," He smiles, then lunges at the twins.
Everything in my body is yelling at them to run, but they can't see or hear me. Whatever this is isn't just a dream. It's a memory. The memory of how they died.
Glenn and Ian dodge the attack with ease. Ian tries to use the chance to do a counter attack, but it fails when Nero's arm extends and grabs a hold of him. Ian grunts as he's smashed against the ground over and over. The air escapes from his lungs. Glenn picks up a chair and throws it at his opponent. It catches him off guard and he's forced to let Ian go in order to get out of harm's way. Ian quickly scurries out of arms reach somewhere next to the soda dispensers. Nero smashes the chair against the wall and chargers Glenn.
Glenn shoots his pistol at Nero's leg to the attack, but even though it hits, Nero continues to charge. As a last ditch effort Glenn kicks the chair at him. The chair hits him the knee he was shot and he topples over into a table.
When Nero gets up he's furious. Like, when he first released his demon, mad. "Time to get serious, huh? I'll tear you to shreds."
"Damn right you will," I say aloud, even though I know no one can hear me.
"Oh, I thought you were being serious," Ian laughs. He still appears to be injured, actually he his injured. Bloods drips down his face. He tries to stab at Nero, but Nero grabs the sword and rips it clean from his hands. He throws the sword underneath a table.
Glenn screams for Ian to run, but Nero back hands Glenn so hard with his demon arm that it sends him flying through the glass. The glass shatters on impact. Glenn falls into shard of razor sharp glass.
"Glenn!" Ian screams, trying to get his brother, but is stopped short when Nero's blade pierces through his stomach. I almost close my eyes because its really quite sad, but I keep them open even though I know the end to this memory. He looks down at the blade, shocked. He begins coughing up blood, then Nero pulls it out and he drops to the floor like a rag doll.
With his blade still tainted with Ian's blood, Nero advances on the remaining twin. Glenn stares wide eyed at his brother's limp body. He blinks hard, tears streaming down his face. He tries to get up but he's lost so much blood that he buckles under his own weight. I can't even tell what is glass and what is blood. He sighs and closes his eyes, just before Nero impales his sword through his heart.
I awake with a start. It's still dark outside and my family and Jordan, if he's still here, sleep soundly. Sweat drips down off of my forehead even though it's pretty cold. I think this is my last day on suspension, tomorrow I resume school life. It makes me wonder what I'll have to do if I get a message while in class. I do know the school like the back of my hand. Also, I have the master key to every room in the school, including the roof. But that's beside the point. I'll have to get Florence to come get me or something.
I hadn't bothered to do much of anything after I had gotten home from my epic battle. Not even change out of my wet clothes which caused the room to smell like sea water. Even now I don't feel like anything. My entire body aches. I feel like… well some game characters used me as a punching bag.
Since I feel all gross and smell like walrus, I decide to take a bath. Sure I'm just gonna get all dirty again, but at least I'll feel clean when I get my ass whopped later on.
Only halfway through my shower do I almost slip and hit my head on the side of the tub because Florence starts banging the door.
"The hell, Florence?" I scream, "There's another bathroom on the first floor for a reason!"
"Liam!" She yells, but the water keeps cutting her off. "G… o…ut… th… s..o… Y…. hav… to… go!"
"Get away from the god damn door, Florey! It's one o'clock in the morning! What are you even doing awake?" I yell.
Suddenly the door bust open, coming off it's hinges a little. Let's just say mum and dad are going to murder us if we don't get a new one. Ah well, looks like we'll be using one of my closet doors. Jordan and Florence stand in the doorway, both of them shocked at what they had just done. I guess he decided to stay over.
I stay hidden behind the brown shower curtains, still covering up even though I know I can't be seen. "Get out!" I scream.
Florence recovers from her shock first. "No, Liam!" She yells, "You need to get out and now!"
"Bitch, don't te-" I start to complain.
"There's a message on your phone!" Jordan interrupts.
"What!" I yell, "Hand me the towel!" I turn off the water just as one of them throws the towel over the top of the shower. I wrap the towel around my waist and pull the curtains to one side. I run past the two with my clothes in hand and start to get dressed even before I'm in the room.
When I'm done, I grab my car keys.
"Here's your phone," Florence says handing me my phone on the way out.
I flip the phone open and select my last text message. Well, the second to last text message since Bryce is still sending me angry texts, even though it is one in the morning.
Meeting Time: Thirty minutes from this exact time.
Location: Smith Haven Mall (East Entrance), Abercrombie & Fitch
Round Win: Survive 20 minutes
Round Loss: Arrive late or die before give time is up
"Well, that's not so bad," I shrug. I guess they had a feeling I'd be sleeping… or showering.
On my way out Florence and Jordan argue over who's gonna fix the door. All I know is that this time it wasn't my fault.
And that's when it hits me, as I'm opening my car door, just how much my aches. I take a deep breath and then continue on my way.
The drive to the mall is short. It takes me about five minutes to get there, even without speeding. The ticker on my phone reaches five minutes as I park my car in the east entrance. The front door is wide open and I figure that's my way to get in.
Everything about the mall is giving me the creeps right now. It doesn't seem that bad when all the lights are on, but with all of them off, besides the ones in Abercrombie, I feel like I've walked into a haunted house…er… I mean mall.
I've only been in Abercrombie once before this, but the store is pretty nice even though the stuff they sell isn't. There's a wall filled with palm trees and what not in the front of the store. Almost immediately you are given a choice on which way you want to go. Right leads to the guy stuff and the left leads to the girl clothes. I decide to go the girl way. I see a figure almost immediately when I turn the corner. The walls are lined up with male and female mannequins. There's no clothes anywhere, except for on a cloaked figure standing in the center of the room of all the mannequins.
"What the hell…?" I gasp, "It's like that movie… with the killer mannequins…" I don't know about you guys, but I'm seriously hoping these mannequins don't come to life or I'm going to die from not only a heart attack, but seizure too. I'm just saying.
The ticker hits zero.
"Ummm…"I scratch my head nervously, "Hello?"
That warm sensation fills my body. My hands begin to glow yellow, but that's it. They just glow yellows. No weapon, nothing. My heart skips a beat. Had the Action Replay finally broke? Why now of all times?
The cloaked figure pulls off of their cloak and tosses it to the floor beside them.
"H-huh!" I gasp. This person was either in DMC1 or DMC2. I don't remember which. But she was a playable character at one point in the game. She was actually one of the "mannequins" some guy had made but she was a failed one at that. If you guessed the lovely lady Lucia, then congratulations, you are correct!
She holds a dagger in each of her hands. She doesn't say a single word to me as she starts walking towards me. Suddenly she lunges towards and I knock over a mannequin as I roll out of the way. She snaps her head in my direction and comes at me again. I zigzag through the tables, not even bothering to look behind me. One false move and "Off with his heeeeead!"
At one point I run out of tables to use. Lucia hops on the last one. She tries to lop my head off, but I duck and slide underneath the table. I kick one of the legs out and she topples over into one of her mannequins. I get to my feet and run towards the other side of the store. She groans as she gets back up. A small scratch is now visible on her face. She glares at me and hops on top of the table, one by one makes her way towards me. At the last second I kick over a mannequin and it hits into the table. The table rolls out of arms reach as she tries to hit me with her blade.
"C'mon!" She yells annoyed, "I'm not going to let you beat me." She hops of the table just as it slams into the other mannequins, knocking all the ones on that side over like dominoes.
She corners me in between a glass display window and a wall shelf.
"Fuck," I think looking desperately for a way out of this mess.
She slices at my arm, playfully. My sweater rips revealing blood. I hold my arm and look at her terrified. She grabs a fistful of my sweater and throws me to the ground. Even before I have the chance to regain my composure. She hovers me, ready to stab me wherever she can.
"It was a good fight, but now I'll be the winner," She says. I hold my hand up and close my eyes.
Well, it's been good… short but good.
Suddenly a loud clang is heard. I open my eyes and nearly faint from what I see. No, it's not my blood seeping out of a new cavity, but rather a clear yellow shield coursing with electricity blocking her attack.
"H-Hah!" I laugh heartily. Magic! It's magic!
"This is ridiculous!" Lucia yells, still trying to hit me.
I push my hand against the shield and it hits her in the face. She screams something as she holds her bloody nose. I scramble to my feet. I snap my fingers and electricity flows through my finger tips. It hits her knocking her off her feet.
She throws her dagger at me. I try to get out harms way, but it hits me in the leg. I scream out in pain. I keel over and fall into a display case. "You bitch! You freakin' bitch!"
She grabs me by the leg and I kick her in the face, despite the pain in my leg.
"Get off me!" I holler.
She tries to stab me again with her other dagger but I keep kicking her in the face until she lets go. I snap my fingers again and the electricity goes wild. Hitting everything in it's path. The light bulbs explode and darkness fills the room. I use that time while everything's going crazy to pull the dagger out of my leg.
Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch!
That's pretty much all that runs through my mind as I put my hands around the handle, bite my lip, and pull. It hurts more coming out than it did going in. I feel around for the cloak Lucia had worn to stop my leg from bleeding. Suddenly a white light envelopes the room. I turn towards Lucia and she's gone. The glow around my hands disappears completely. The light fades away, leaving me alone in the dark. I try to stand up but my leg folds under my weight.
"God damn it!" I shout, "Someone freakin' help me!" I know no one can hear me, but it doesn't hurt to try. Soon I'm taking apart a fallen mannequin. I use one of the legs as a crutch. Yeah, imagine it. A brunette teenager limping out of a mall at… now…two in the morning with a mannequin leg.
"Ah…" I groan. The pain gets worse with step.
Eventually I make it to my car. One thing goes through my mind and that's "Thank god Lucia hit me in the leg I don't need to drive".
Next Chapter: One of These Things is Not Like the Other
Edited: 3-8-2011
Bring Your Own Kites: Not my best work, but I know you guys have been looking forward to a new chapter so here it is. Also, if I were to make a sequel, what game you be more likely to read a fanfic for: Resident Evil, Assassin's Creed, Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon or Persona? By the way, it seems RE is winning by a landslide.