AN: Heh, I am SO no keeping up with this fic like I should. But chapter four is here, so yay! I know nothing much happens here, but it's necessary for the ending. I already know what's gonna happen in the next chapter, so it should be up quicker than this was. Also, next chapter should be mostly about Nny--maybe both characters--and hopefully longer.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, do I really need to put this in every chapter?
~Chapter 4~
Sally found herself at the outskirts of Halloweentown. She felt a combination of excitement and fear, as well as freedom, as one would when running away. But she realized that, even with leaving town, emotional freedom was still out of reach. While she no doubt had suddenly adopted her personal independence, she still held on to what she felt for Jack. This would be all the more harder -- not only would she have the same "separation" from him as before, she would also have distance to deal with. Sally was still deciding whether this was a bad thing or not. Perhaps separation would be good for her soul after awhile. She turned back to give what she thought to be her last glance at Halloween town. She smiled, then went on her way again.
~*~
Hours passed. Sally was getting quite tired from the constant walking, not having stopped to rest yet. She figured now would be a good time to do so, as she hadn't planned on anywhere to go, really. Plus, she had come upon a graveyard, a good place to take refuge and gather your thoughts on a journey.
Sally rested on a bench. She took out Dr. Finkelstein's book (rather, ex-book) and proceeded to skin through and read parts of it by the moonlight. Here, the dreaded inner voice kicked in again.
*Hmm. Interesting.*
"Yes, it is. Says here that, if your demon is more of a plant breed, it prefers dark spaces, and has some of the behavioral tendencies of...termites." She raised an eyebrow slightly at that last bit.
*Termites?*
"Yeah, termites. That's what it says."
*Oookay then. What else does it say?*
"That was all for that section." Sally skimmed past a few more pages -- more talk about the creation process, troubleshooting, special care, etc. "Hmm. Side affects of keeping your demon." She read on. "Potential spiritual problems. If not controlled or kept in clear sight, it may take over a bit and summon unwanted beings. Veeery interesting."
*Indeed. So, where are you headed?*
"No clue." Sally put the book back in her bag, picked it up and stood. "Guess I'll have to figure it out as I go along." As she began walking again, she tripped over a low headstone. Bracing herself with it as she got up, the top came off, revealing a deep hole. It was clear that this was not just a stone, but a portal-door thingy as well. [AN: Yay, the return of portal-door thingies in cemeteries! Hehe. Shameless plug: Read my fic 'Big Empty' :^)]
"I think that's an indication of where I'm headed," Sally observed to herself. She looked at it hesitantly, then finally jumped into the portal.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, do I really need to put this in every chapter?
~Chapter 4~
Sally found herself at the outskirts of Halloweentown. She felt a combination of excitement and fear, as well as freedom, as one would when running away. But she realized that, even with leaving town, emotional freedom was still out of reach. While she no doubt had suddenly adopted her personal independence, she still held on to what she felt for Jack. This would be all the more harder -- not only would she have the same "separation" from him as before, she would also have distance to deal with. Sally was still deciding whether this was a bad thing or not. Perhaps separation would be good for her soul after awhile. She turned back to give what she thought to be her last glance at Halloween town. She smiled, then went on her way again.
~*~
Hours passed. Sally was getting quite tired from the constant walking, not having stopped to rest yet. She figured now would be a good time to do so, as she hadn't planned on anywhere to go, really. Plus, she had come upon a graveyard, a good place to take refuge and gather your thoughts on a journey.
Sally rested on a bench. She took out Dr. Finkelstein's book (rather, ex-book) and proceeded to skin through and read parts of it by the moonlight. Here, the dreaded inner voice kicked in again.
*Hmm. Interesting.*
"Yes, it is. Says here that, if your demon is more of a plant breed, it prefers dark spaces, and has some of the behavioral tendencies of...termites." She raised an eyebrow slightly at that last bit.
*Termites?*
"Yeah, termites. That's what it says."
*Oookay then. What else does it say?*
"That was all for that section." Sally skimmed past a few more pages -- more talk about the creation process, troubleshooting, special care, etc. "Hmm. Side affects of keeping your demon." She read on. "Potential spiritual problems. If not controlled or kept in clear sight, it may take over a bit and summon unwanted beings. Veeery interesting."
*Indeed. So, where are you headed?*
"No clue." Sally put the book back in her bag, picked it up and stood. "Guess I'll have to figure it out as I go along." As she began walking again, she tripped over a low headstone. Bracing herself with it as she got up, the top came off, revealing a deep hole. It was clear that this was not just a stone, but a portal-door thingy as well. [AN: Yay, the return of portal-door thingies in cemeteries! Hehe. Shameless plug: Read my fic 'Big Empty' :^)]
"I think that's an indication of where I'm headed," Sally observed to herself. She looked at it hesitantly, then finally jumped into the portal.