Sorry for not updating lately and falling behind on my editing. What is this stuff called free time? I would like to have some.

If you want an explanation as to why I haven't updated in like 2 months, look no further then my home life. I finished 3 2 year degrees, and moved all the way across my home state to attend a four year university. I've also been working on my deviantart page, found a full time job, go part time (in the summer ,full time in fall and spring) to college, and I like to play video games...I'm stuck on MHU3...

Baal felt little more than resentment at the lifeless bodies lying bloated in the forest. The Python's bullets had found their mark as all 4 members of his sniper squad lay decomposing in the sunlight. Baal knelt down balancing himself with his sniper rifle. He leaned forward to closer examine a foot print that had almost been washed away in the rains of the previous week. With an insane smile Baal raised his face to the sun. He didn't have much more time. Baal's skin flaked off in places, like a snake sheading its skin, exposing raw muscle. His short blond hair was falling out in clumps, a testimony of another victim of the DNA testing Angel Enterprises concluded.

Baal staggered to his feet and shouldered his sniper rifle. The cottage was not far off and his quarry was within reach. It had taken him 2 weeks to heal from Jesus's gunshot wound and he intended to get revenge. Mentally he scolded himself for letting the idea of revenge into his head. As ex-military Baal should set the mission ahead of these petty emotions.

A tiny voice in his head hissed "But the Angel fell, there no reason for you to continue." Baal halted abruptly coughing painfully. His body was deteriorating just like the bodies of his fallen squad. Baal's blood splattered onto his camo greens and hand. In disgust Baal wiped his hand across his chest leaving a dark red smear of blood. Baal put one foot in front of the next intent on taking out his prey.

Jesus lay shirtless on the kitchen table. In one hand he had a fifth of his favorite bourbon. The opposite hand supported his chin as he drank deeply from the glass container. Saya stood on the side of him with a knife. Meticulously she removed the stitches from the assassin's side as he glared at the wall.

Neither one of them said anything through the whole procedure. Jesus was content to drink himself into a stupor by the end of the night. Saya on the other hand possessed dark bags under her eyes and looked like a walking ghost. Jesus was concerned that Saya was hiding something from him. He watched her daily as his anxiety mounted.

The real worry started the day before. Jesus had happened to spy Saya checking her wound in a mirror. He watched as she traced the wound further up her face, stopping just under her chin. Outraged that she had keep the growth secret from him, Jesus had barged into the room.

The whole event turned into a sparring match. Jesus attempting to overpower Saya, while Saya attempted to remain just out of reach. The end result was broken furniture all over the living room and more then a few holes in the wall. In the end Jesus had finally managed to pin Saya down underneath him. Any other time this would have been an excuse for a trip to pound town, but he had been to concerned with seeing how far the wound had spread.

What he found disgusted him. Not only had it spread up to her chin but down onto her left shoulder. Jesus had attempted to reason with her go to the hospital to get help. A shouting match later Jesus hoisted Saya over his shoulder and shoved her into the car. Which should have resolved the issue...

About half want down the mountain Saya had thrown herself out the car door while Jesus had been doing 90 miles around a steep curve. More bruised and battered Saya sat in a small daze as Jesus had stomped on the breaks in an attempt to stop the car on a dime. The loud slam of the car door had alerted her that danger was coming. As Jesus approached with murder wrote on his face, Saya had bolted into the woods.

It had taken hours for Jesus to catch up with Saya who finally collapsed in exhaustion. Exasperated Jesus carried Saya back to the car and down to the hospital.

A few hours in a waiting room did nothing to improve Jesus's temper. He watched as nurses and doctors flocked around the waiting room in a seemingly endless process. Saya had been away for a long while before Jesus started to grow restless. He could feel something wasn't right. Irritably he rooted around in his pocket for a lighter and a smoke.

His search for the cigarette was futile. With a huff Jesus set off toward the door to check the car. Inside the car Jesus located a single cigarette hiding under the car seat. After retrieving the runway cigarette Jesus straightened up to light it and nearly dropped it as he spied Saya perched on the top of the cars a scalpel held close to his neck.

"We are going home now." Saya's tone of voice could have split ice and left little room for argument.

Jesus was about to argue when the sirens for the hospital started going off. He looked at her closely and seen IV puncture wounds all over her arms and Decided that this wasn't the best place to start his argument. Jesus forced the keys into the cars ignition.

Saya slid into the seat next to him with a shadow like grace.

The red lights and siren from the hospital followed the pair up the mountain. Jesus eyeing Saya with concern as small rivets of blood coursed down her arms. Her completely black outfit was hard for him to assess the damage.

As the car passed over the river, Saya imparted her information on the doctor's visit.

So something important to note, I have no idea how I really want to finish this story. I have 2 endings in mind and think it might be a neat idea to write both of them. So from now on you"ll want to pay attention to the chapter names. Right now its just a and b. I dont really have a good name for the 2 parts yet...