Jackals in the Night:

Chapter XXII—Wake Up Call

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A/N:  This is going back to Nny.  For those I've confused in my other chapter.  I will explain about Meat later.  I'm worried if Nny's alive—still..

Disclaimers: HA YOU MISSED JHONEN! ~dances around~

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            My eyes focus on the wall ahead of me.  Am I still alive?  Or…am I dead?   I'm surprised I can think this well…considering what Pepito did.  Sheesh.  That kid has such a temper.  Who would have thought? 

            "Are you happy, Meat?"  I ask politely to the voice.  "He nearly killed us thanks to you."

            Silence. 

            I blink a few times. 

            "Meat?"

            Nothing.

            It was very unsetting to say the least.  I raise my hand to my face and draw it back to find…nothing!  No blood.  Not even a drop of red.

            This is a new development I must say.  Quite surprising really.  Maybe I am dead.  What a bother that was.  I probably will be sent back soon.  Oh well.

            "Actually, it's my doing." A surly voice answered my musing.

            I turn my head to be greeted by the same face I was welcomed to Hell with.

            "Hello, Mr. Devil." I give a short wave—wincing a bit at the pain.

            He gives a sigh.  "Is that really all you can say?"

            "…yes?"

            "Aren't you curious about anything?"

            "…Where's your son?"  I venture.

            "Looking after Young Todd Casil and after a certain Reverend."  He grumbles a bit.  "I came to find you bleeding to death.  I couldn't have that because I have a few questions for you that Meat could not answer."

            "Squee?!"  I blink a few times—worried. 

            "He's alright.  Healing nicely…few mental traumas to last a lifetime, but alright."

            "That's good."

            "I suppose it is."  He claps his hands together. "Shall we start with questioning?"

            "If you want…but I frankly want to rest for awhile."

            "Understandable."  A grin crosses his face. "My son does have a nasty temper."

            "…no kidding."  I sit up, swinging my legs a bit before standing.  "Did a nice job Mr. Devil." I motion towards my healed body.

            "I'm glad." He watches me move down the hallway.  "Where are you going?"

            "27/4 to get a Brain Freezy."  I shrug—wincing again.  "Then I'm off to visit Squeegee.  Want to come along?"

            He sighs before changing into a more humanoid form.  "I suppose I have no real choice in the matter.  And I'm sure once you hear what has happened…you would like a…word with the aged reverend too."

            I give a nod before hopping up the stairs.  I roll over the words Mr. Devil said.  Why would I want to talk to a reverend?

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TBC?

C&C are welcome!

Sorry…I know this is probably even more confusing.  Don't worry!  I'll try to explain it all in the next chapter!