::mercuryblue_22@hotmail.com::
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Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making scary sounds
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So Beautiful,
They make you kill
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
"Living Dead Girl"
Rob Zombie
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The Crow: Sacred Flame
Part Five
By Mercury Blue
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"Come on in, baby." Moose opened the door of the filthy apartment
with a smug look of accomplishment on his face. It was a studio, with
a bed right in front of them, a small refrigerator next to it, and a
table in front of that. All in all, the place was tiny, and
revolting. It didn't bother him at all, though. He was confident
he'd have Raye nailed, and what his apartment looked like didn't
matter.
"Is this where you live?" Raye kept her voice innocent, trying to
hide the disgust that plagued her. "It's... different." She turned
to him, and plastered a forced smile across her painted features.
"Yeah, yeah, baby." Suddenly the fat man was looming over her, his
hands on her shoulders. "But I didn't bring you back here to talk
about that." Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, and his tongue was
in her mouth. She fought the urge to bite down, instead pulling back
and glaring at him. Her distaste had finally won, and as she
at him with disgust.
"Not so fast," she said, her eyes pinched in a ferocious glare. "Did
I say you could touch me?" Memories flooded her; his hand, on her
thigh, shoving the barrel of the gun inside of her, cold, and hard,
and painful. She despised this filthy man before her.
Taking her behavior as foreplay, he reached for her again, a lecherous
smile on his face. "Come on baby, you going to play hard-to-get now?"
She slapped him across the face. "Back up, mother-fucker," she hissed.
"Play-time's over."
Moose covered his face with his hand, and glared at her as the
realization she wasn't kidding hit him. "You stupid little bitch!" he
snarled. With an animal yell, he leapt for her, intent on having
her, willingly or not.
A bad move on his part.
Raye played the weak kitten, toying with him. "Please, don't hurt
me," she pleaded, making her voice as pitiful as possible. He
laughed, and tossed her on the stained mattress in front of him, eyes
flaming with desire, and a need for power.
"Oh, I promise it won't hurt," he laughed, "me. You little whore.
That'll teach you to be a fucking cock-tease." He put his hands on
his hips mockingly as she pretended to look helpless. "Now, spread
your legs, let's make this easier for the both of us."
From her place on the bed, Raye spread her legs apart with a false
look of fear on her painted face. "Oh, please, please, let me go."
Moose just laughed.
"Yeah, right, bitch. Whatever." With a lascivious look on his face,
he extended his hand forward, reaching for the area resting at the
apex of her thighs. Raye widened her eyes.
His hand got closer.
Finally, he was close enough, and Raye reacted with all of her
strength, clenching her thighs together in a vise grip with Moose's
hand between them. A quick re-position of her hips, and a loud
'crack' filled the room.
"My hand! My fucking hand!!! What the fuck did you do to me, you
psycho whore?" Tears of pain filled his eyes, as he held his broken
hand in his healthy one, his gaze fixed on the woman on his bed.
"What's the matter?" she asked innocently, reclining on her arms.
"Don't you *want* me?"
Moose howled with pain and lunged at her, revenge on his mind. His
broken hand hung uselessly as he clawed at her with his good one,
screaming obscenities the entire time.
"Aw, I'm sorry," she pouted, easily avoiding his blows, and sliding
off the bed. "Did I play too rough?"
"You bitch! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
Running to the end-table by the bed, he grabbed a gun from one of
the drawers, loading the magazine with a sharp 'click'. "You're
dead!"
Moose turned around, gun in hand, when his expression changed from
fury to shock. No one was there. "Where the hell are you! I'm
going to kill you!" he raged.
"Too late." Raye dropped down from the light fixture she'd been
clinging to, smiling patronizingly. "You already have."
"You're damn straight, I have." Moose fired three rounds into her,
grinning as the impact of the bullets sent her recoiling several feet
backwards. "Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye, birdie," she croaked. "Bye-bye." Quickly, she regained her
equilibrium, grinning as she pressed towards him, holding her jacket
open. "Say goodbye." Moose gasped in horror as the bullet-holes
closed on their own, leaving only tears in her shirt. She cocked her
head and her eyes widened mockingly. "Surprised?"
Raye charged at him, knocking him against the nearest wall, taking
his breath from his lungs.
"Oh shit," he moaned, "Oh shit." Raye smiled at him. "Do you
remember me yet?. Moose stared at her in terror.
"You're dead! We made sure of it! You're dead!" Raye laughed,
slamming the back of his head into the wall.
"It's funny- your friend Pockets said the same thing to me before
he died. You killers are so unoriginal." With a smile, she
withdrew a small pen-knife from her pants pocket. "Now," she said,
putting the knife to his forehead, "What am I going to do with you?"
She began to cut him, tracing a symbol in his skin. Blood seeped
into his eyes, mingling with his tears of pain and fear. "Should I
shoot you? Throw you out the window?" she smiled at the knife she
held in her hand, still cutting at his forehead. "Maybe I should use
this knife of mine to cut off your balls."
"Please, please, don't kill me," he moaned, his own blood blurring
his vision. "I'll do anything!"
Raye laughed again, amused by his patheticness. He hadn't seemed so
weak five minutes ago. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you," she chuckled,
"yet. No, I want you to be my messenger." Her eyes fixed on his
forehead, at her hand as it held the knife that cut him. "When you
see your friends, tell them that the priestess is back, and they're
going to die." With that, she finished with the knife and smiled at
her artwork. "Oh, that's beautiful," she sighed. She made eye-
contact with him.
"Now, what did I want you to do?".
"Tell- tell the guys you're coming," he gasped in pain. "Tell them
they're... going to die." Raye nodded in approval.
"You're a fast learner. Not as stupid as I thought." She kissed
his forehead, his blood coating her lips. With a smile, she licked
it away. "Delicious. Now, go."
Moose didn't hesitate, breaking free of her grasp and heading blindly
for the door. "Faster!" she hissed. He complied- within seconds he
was gone.
Raye leaned back on the bed again, and laughed.
* * *
Gabriel slid out from beneath the black satin sheets that covered him
and his lover. It was late- a little past two in the morning. He
knew his men would show up at any time. With a sidelong glance to
the woman who lay sleeping, he sighed, grabbing a robe, and wrapping
it gracefully around his shoulders.
"Sleep well, lovely," he murmured, an auburn curl falling into his
eye. With a sigh, he strode to his closet, and began to dress
himself, pulling on a pair of pressed black pants, and matching black
dress shirt. After doing so, he snatched the red robe off the back
off his chair, and put it on as well.
"Gabriel- Gabriel, we've got a problem." The silence was broken by
the sound of Needles charging into the room with Snake close behind
him. "He's dead."
Gabriel silenced Needles with a glance, jerking a thumb towards the
woman who lay on the bed, only a thin layer of satin covering her naked
form. "Shh..." he hushed them. "You wouldn't want lovely to wake up,
would you?" Snake shook his head with a licentious grin on his face.
"Of course not, Gabriel."
Gabriel strode over to a door on the opposite side of the room, and
opened it, gesturing for the two men to enter it. "Come in," he said,
"We can talk in here." They obeyed, walking into the room with
serious looks on their faces.
The room was large, and ornate, decorated with gold leaf and other
fine metals. A large mahogany table rested in the middle of the
marble floor, and the entire room was lit by dozens of candles.
Gabriel had spared no expense for his comfort. "Now," he said
quietly, taking a seat at the head of the table, "What's happened?"
Needles and Snake took their places along the sides of the table,
their eyes fixed on their leader. "It's Pockets," said Needles
finally. "Someone decided to play town magistrate- strung him up by
the throat in an alley somewhere."
"He's dead," supplied Snake helpfully. Gabriel sat silent.
"Do we know who was behind it?" he asked finally, leaning back in his
chair. The two men shook their heads, greasy hair falling into
hateful eyes.
"Last time he was seen, he was taking off from the pool hall," said
Needles. "Sources say he lost a game- and quite a bit of money. He
was drunk, and pissed off. An easy target. Any one could have
picked him off."
Gabriel nodded. "I see," he said finally. "Well, I hope this
unfortunate matter won't affect your performance at the temple raids
tomorrow. After an occurrence like this, the last thing we need is a
lapse in faith. Take out a few extra shrines if you can. Anything
to keep morality from falling."
"You've got it, Gabriel," said Snake. "Anything you need."
"That's very reassuring to hear, Snake,". Gabriel smiled faintly as
he reclined in his chair. "Now, would either of you mind telling me
where Moose is tonight? I hope he has a good reason for missing our
little meeting."
"Ah, he took off to Dukes earlier tonight," Needles laughed.
"Probably found some whore to go back to his place with him, and
didn't want to show up."
Gabriel wasn't amused. "I certainly hope it wasn't anything like
that," he said seriously. "In this church, we need loyalty, and I
expect to see that. Understand?"
"Oh yeah, yeah." The two men agreed simultaneously. Gabriel
smiled.
"Good."
* * *
Amy pulled a sweater over her head, and shook the static out of her
hair. A quick glance at the clock told her it was two-fourteen in
the morning, but there was no way she could sleep. The dream just
kept coming to her.
"Why now?" she asked herself out loud. "Why is it bugging me so much
now?" The logical part of her brain told her it was the anniversary
that bothered her so much; that within a few days, everything would
be back to normal. But something about the dream just didn't sit
right with her. She didn't know why, but she had to got to the
shrine.
~This is positively insane~ she thought to herself as she pulled her
shoes on. ~Taking orders from a dream. Maybe I am going crazy.~
Despite this, she kept getting dressed, pulling on a worn blue
windbreaker. ~Well, there's only one thing I can do.~
Within moments, she was outside, and walking towards Raye's old home.
It wasn't exactly safe, she knew that, but a quick pat of her side
pocket confirmed the possession of her transformation wand. If
anyone attacked her at this time of night, they would get a wild
surprise.
Wind whipped her hair, and blinded her in temporary flashes.
Shivering, she pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, and
kept her head down, fighting the chill that threatened to consume her.
~At least it's not raining any more,~ she thought, pressing on. So
concerned was she with fighting the wind, she never saw the figure
walking towards her in the opposite direction.
Neither did the figure. There was a muffled, "umf!" as Amy collided
with the person, and Amy looked up with shock.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I didn't expect anyone to be
out here this late! I- I wasn't watching where I was going. Please,
forgive me."
Raye looked down at her friend sadly. Amy didn't recognize her. In
the darkness, with her painted face, she could be anyone. "It's all
right," she said softly. "It's my fault."
"No, no, it's mine. I wasn't paying attention." Amy looked up at
the other woman, and her eyes widened. Something about her was so
familiar. "Raye?"
Raye gazed at her friend in shock. Could it be she recognized her
after all?
"Oh, I'm sorry." Amy laughed. "You just- reminded me of someone.
An old friend." A sad smile washed over her face. "But- that's
silly." For a minute she was silent, caught up in her memories.
"I- I'm sorry," said Raye. "I really must be going now." Amy
nodded. "Yes, of course. Have a good night."
"You... too." Raye fought the urge to hug her friend, and tell her
everything. But that was impossible. She was there for only one
purpose. "Good bye."
"Good bye," said Amy. She smiled, and turned to continue walking.
That woman had reminded her so much of Raye. She took a few steps,
then suddenly, turned around again to get a last look at the woman.
She was gone.
"Just like a ghost," Amy murmured. She shook her head to clear the
cobwebs that had gathered. "Oh well." She turned, and continued
heading towards the shrine.
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A longer chapter... yeah, I felt like writing. Stay tuned for chapter
six.
Comments, questions, flames, as always go to mercuryblue_22@hotmail.com
Ja,
Mercury Blue
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Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making scary sounds
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So Beautiful,
They make you kill
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
"Living Dead Girl"
Rob Zombie
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The Crow: Sacred Flame
Part Five
By Mercury Blue
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"Come on in, baby." Moose opened the door of the filthy apartment
with a smug look of accomplishment on his face. It was a studio, with
a bed right in front of them, a small refrigerator next to it, and a
table in front of that. All in all, the place was tiny, and
revolting. It didn't bother him at all, though. He was confident
he'd have Raye nailed, and what his apartment looked like didn't
matter.
"Is this where you live?" Raye kept her voice innocent, trying to
hide the disgust that plagued her. "It's... different." She turned
to him, and plastered a forced smile across her painted features.
"Yeah, yeah, baby." Suddenly the fat man was looming over her, his
hands on her shoulders. "But I didn't bring you back here to talk
about that." Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, and his tongue was
in her mouth. She fought the urge to bite down, instead pulling back
and glaring at him. Her distaste had finally won, and as she
at him with disgust.
"Not so fast," she said, her eyes pinched in a ferocious glare. "Did
I say you could touch me?" Memories flooded her; his hand, on her
thigh, shoving the barrel of the gun inside of her, cold, and hard,
and painful. She despised this filthy man before her.
Taking her behavior as foreplay, he reached for her again, a lecherous
smile on his face. "Come on baby, you going to play hard-to-get now?"
She slapped him across the face. "Back up, mother-fucker," she hissed.
"Play-time's over."
Moose covered his face with his hand, and glared at her as the
realization she wasn't kidding hit him. "You stupid little bitch!" he
snarled. With an animal yell, he leapt for her, intent on having
her, willingly or not.
A bad move on his part.
Raye played the weak kitten, toying with him. "Please, don't hurt
me," she pleaded, making her voice as pitiful as possible. He
laughed, and tossed her on the stained mattress in front of him, eyes
flaming with desire, and a need for power.
"Oh, I promise it won't hurt," he laughed, "me. You little whore.
That'll teach you to be a fucking cock-tease." He put his hands on
his hips mockingly as she pretended to look helpless. "Now, spread
your legs, let's make this easier for the both of us."
From her place on the bed, Raye spread her legs apart with a false
look of fear on her painted face. "Oh, please, please, let me go."
Moose just laughed.
"Yeah, right, bitch. Whatever." With a lascivious look on his face,
he extended his hand forward, reaching for the area resting at the
apex of her thighs. Raye widened her eyes.
His hand got closer.
Finally, he was close enough, and Raye reacted with all of her
strength, clenching her thighs together in a vise grip with Moose's
hand between them. A quick re-position of her hips, and a loud
'crack' filled the room.
"My hand! My fucking hand!!! What the fuck did you do to me, you
psycho whore?" Tears of pain filled his eyes, as he held his broken
hand in his healthy one, his gaze fixed on the woman on his bed.
"What's the matter?" she asked innocently, reclining on her arms.
"Don't you *want* me?"
Moose howled with pain and lunged at her, revenge on his mind. His
broken hand hung uselessly as he clawed at her with his good one,
screaming obscenities the entire time.
"Aw, I'm sorry," she pouted, easily avoiding his blows, and sliding
off the bed. "Did I play too rough?"
"You bitch! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
Running to the end-table by the bed, he grabbed a gun from one of
the drawers, loading the magazine with a sharp 'click'. "You're
dead!"
Moose turned around, gun in hand, when his expression changed from
fury to shock. No one was there. "Where the hell are you! I'm
going to kill you!" he raged.
"Too late." Raye dropped down from the light fixture she'd been
clinging to, smiling patronizingly. "You already have."
"You're damn straight, I have." Moose fired three rounds into her,
grinning as the impact of the bullets sent her recoiling several feet
backwards. "Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye, birdie," she croaked. "Bye-bye." Quickly, she regained her
equilibrium, grinning as she pressed towards him, holding her jacket
open. "Say goodbye." Moose gasped in horror as the bullet-holes
closed on their own, leaving only tears in her shirt. She cocked her
head and her eyes widened mockingly. "Surprised?"
Raye charged at him, knocking him against the nearest wall, taking
his breath from his lungs.
"Oh shit," he moaned, "Oh shit." Raye smiled at him. "Do you
remember me yet?. Moose stared at her in terror.
"You're dead! We made sure of it! You're dead!" Raye laughed,
slamming the back of his head into the wall.
"It's funny- your friend Pockets said the same thing to me before
he died. You killers are so unoriginal." With a smile, she
withdrew a small pen-knife from her pants pocket. "Now," she said,
putting the knife to his forehead, "What am I going to do with you?"
She began to cut him, tracing a symbol in his skin. Blood seeped
into his eyes, mingling with his tears of pain and fear. "Should I
shoot you? Throw you out the window?" she smiled at the knife she
held in her hand, still cutting at his forehead. "Maybe I should use
this knife of mine to cut off your balls."
"Please, please, don't kill me," he moaned, his own blood blurring
his vision. "I'll do anything!"
Raye laughed again, amused by his patheticness. He hadn't seemed so
weak five minutes ago. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you," she chuckled,
"yet. No, I want you to be my messenger." Her eyes fixed on his
forehead, at her hand as it held the knife that cut him. "When you
see your friends, tell them that the priestess is back, and they're
going to die." With that, she finished with the knife and smiled at
her artwork. "Oh, that's beautiful," she sighed. She made eye-
contact with him.
"Now, what did I want you to do?".
"Tell- tell the guys you're coming," he gasped in pain. "Tell them
they're... going to die." Raye nodded in approval.
"You're a fast learner. Not as stupid as I thought." She kissed
his forehead, his blood coating her lips. With a smile, she licked
it away. "Delicious. Now, go."
Moose didn't hesitate, breaking free of her grasp and heading blindly
for the door. "Faster!" she hissed. He complied- within seconds he
was gone.
Raye leaned back on the bed again, and laughed.
* * *
Gabriel slid out from beneath the black satin sheets that covered him
and his lover. It was late- a little past two in the morning. He
knew his men would show up at any time. With a sidelong glance to
the woman who lay sleeping, he sighed, grabbing a robe, and wrapping
it gracefully around his shoulders.
"Sleep well, lovely," he murmured, an auburn curl falling into his
eye. With a sigh, he strode to his closet, and began to dress
himself, pulling on a pair of pressed black pants, and matching black
dress shirt. After doing so, he snatched the red robe off the back
off his chair, and put it on as well.
"Gabriel- Gabriel, we've got a problem." The silence was broken by
the sound of Needles charging into the room with Snake close behind
him. "He's dead."
Gabriel silenced Needles with a glance, jerking a thumb towards the
woman who lay on the bed, only a thin layer of satin covering her naked
form. "Shh..." he hushed them. "You wouldn't want lovely to wake up,
would you?" Snake shook his head with a licentious grin on his face.
"Of course not, Gabriel."
Gabriel strode over to a door on the opposite side of the room, and
opened it, gesturing for the two men to enter it. "Come in," he said,
"We can talk in here." They obeyed, walking into the room with
serious looks on their faces.
The room was large, and ornate, decorated with gold leaf and other
fine metals. A large mahogany table rested in the middle of the
marble floor, and the entire room was lit by dozens of candles.
Gabriel had spared no expense for his comfort. "Now," he said
quietly, taking a seat at the head of the table, "What's happened?"
Needles and Snake took their places along the sides of the table,
their eyes fixed on their leader. "It's Pockets," said Needles
finally. "Someone decided to play town magistrate- strung him up by
the throat in an alley somewhere."
"He's dead," supplied Snake helpfully. Gabriel sat silent.
"Do we know who was behind it?" he asked finally, leaning back in his
chair. The two men shook their heads, greasy hair falling into
hateful eyes.
"Last time he was seen, he was taking off from the pool hall," said
Needles. "Sources say he lost a game- and quite a bit of money. He
was drunk, and pissed off. An easy target. Any one could have
picked him off."
Gabriel nodded. "I see," he said finally. "Well, I hope this
unfortunate matter won't affect your performance at the temple raids
tomorrow. After an occurrence like this, the last thing we need is a
lapse in faith. Take out a few extra shrines if you can. Anything
to keep morality from falling."
"You've got it, Gabriel," said Snake. "Anything you need."
"That's very reassuring to hear, Snake,". Gabriel smiled faintly as
he reclined in his chair. "Now, would either of you mind telling me
where Moose is tonight? I hope he has a good reason for missing our
little meeting."
"Ah, he took off to Dukes earlier tonight," Needles laughed.
"Probably found some whore to go back to his place with him, and
didn't want to show up."
Gabriel wasn't amused. "I certainly hope it wasn't anything like
that," he said seriously. "In this church, we need loyalty, and I
expect to see that. Understand?"
"Oh yeah, yeah." The two men agreed simultaneously. Gabriel
smiled.
"Good."
* * *
Amy pulled a sweater over her head, and shook the static out of her
hair. A quick glance at the clock told her it was two-fourteen in
the morning, but there was no way she could sleep. The dream just
kept coming to her.
"Why now?" she asked herself out loud. "Why is it bugging me so much
now?" The logical part of her brain told her it was the anniversary
that bothered her so much; that within a few days, everything would
be back to normal. But something about the dream just didn't sit
right with her. She didn't know why, but she had to got to the
shrine.
~This is positively insane~ she thought to herself as she pulled her
shoes on. ~Taking orders from a dream. Maybe I am going crazy.~
Despite this, she kept getting dressed, pulling on a worn blue
windbreaker. ~Well, there's only one thing I can do.~
Within moments, she was outside, and walking towards Raye's old home.
It wasn't exactly safe, she knew that, but a quick pat of her side
pocket confirmed the possession of her transformation wand. If
anyone attacked her at this time of night, they would get a wild
surprise.
Wind whipped her hair, and blinded her in temporary flashes.
Shivering, she pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, and
kept her head down, fighting the chill that threatened to consume her.
~At least it's not raining any more,~ she thought, pressing on. So
concerned was she with fighting the wind, she never saw the figure
walking towards her in the opposite direction.
Neither did the figure. There was a muffled, "umf!" as Amy collided
with the person, and Amy looked up with shock.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I didn't expect anyone to be
out here this late! I- I wasn't watching where I was going. Please,
forgive me."
Raye looked down at her friend sadly. Amy didn't recognize her. In
the darkness, with her painted face, she could be anyone. "It's all
right," she said softly. "It's my fault."
"No, no, it's mine. I wasn't paying attention." Amy looked up at
the other woman, and her eyes widened. Something about her was so
familiar. "Raye?"
Raye gazed at her friend in shock. Could it be she recognized her
after all?
"Oh, I'm sorry." Amy laughed. "You just- reminded me of someone.
An old friend." A sad smile washed over her face. "But- that's
silly." For a minute she was silent, caught up in her memories.
"I- I'm sorry," said Raye. "I really must be going now." Amy
nodded. "Yes, of course. Have a good night."
"You... too." Raye fought the urge to hug her friend, and tell her
everything. But that was impossible. She was there for only one
purpose. "Good bye."
"Good bye," said Amy. She smiled, and turned to continue walking.
That woman had reminded her so much of Raye. She took a few steps,
then suddenly, turned around again to get a last look at the woman.
She was gone.
"Just like a ghost," Amy murmured. She shook her head to clear the
cobwebs that had gathered. "Oh well." She turned, and continued
heading towards the shrine.
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A longer chapter... yeah, I felt like writing. Stay tuned for chapter
six.
Comments, questions, flames, as always go to mercuryblue_22@hotmail.com
Ja,
Mercury Blue