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Chapter Six

Children's nightmares and adults' worst fears are being practiced night by night. What lighthearted feelings symbolized is now a weapon to be used against us at anytime. No one knows how, only that darkness is our friend, and light is our enemy.

No more music plays at balls, the CD stores are barred up in fear, The superstitious people make ways to hold off the evil, believing what they want to . In merely a month havoc has ensued, driving weaklings mad.

What is the cause of this? Mysterious disappearances. A family might awaken from their slumber to find a loved on jumping out the window and running into the blinding light, never to be seen again. Why? How is this possible? No one knows the answers but for this: There's no where to run, no where to hide. It's after you, and no matter what it WILL get you.



The cold wrapped its icy embrace around me and I shivered, blowing out a huff of condensed air. Black, soft earth made way for my footsteps as I padded quietly along the cemetery. Old, creaked gravestones protruded from the ground at a tilted angle and my eyes were drawn to every single one. Tree branches reached out to me at all sides their claw-like twigs facing me in the eerie silence of night.

A thick coat of fog clung low to the earth, only broken by the midnight blue.

How'd I get here?

The last thing I can seem to remember is sitting down for dinner....then it's all blank. I've somehow wound up here again..walking on people's final resting-place.

A twig snapped behind me. I jumped - a cold shiver of fear crawling up my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as my footsteps halted. I slowly turned.

Only gravestones and emptiness met me. I must be jittery, I thought, wrapping my arms tightly around myself. I started to turn back around but something from the corner of my eye caught my attention.

A ghost. A demon. The thing that was out for me. Fears raced through my mind and I remembered all that had happened to me.

It could be possible that I was just drugged, then dragged out here. And those noises - they were the guy trying to slip away unnoticed. Confidence washed over me and I inhaled deeply. Everything was explainable, nothing was paranormal or whatever.

But why did I feel that I was wrong?

Again, a presence appeared at my back. I began to run from it, fleeing in primary fear. Wherever I went, no matter how far, it followed me easily, not making a sound.

Trees past in blurs, the air whipped at my face and tugged at my hair, I heard the twigs snap and leaves rustle beneath my feet.

I finally gave into temptation, throwing a quick glance over my shoulder. Only fog. Nothing else. I was about to slow down when something hard smacked into me, and the breath was driven from my lungs. I inhaled sharply, stumbling backward from the solid object.

A cold hand gripped my arm as I began to fall, and it pulled me up. I was pulled into a man's hard chest. His strong arms slowly wrapped themselves around my waist. I almost screamed, but the lump in my throat blocked it.

"Mai! Mai." A flat, yet reassuring voice met my ears. I stopped struggling for a moment and peered upward. Chocolate brown eyes stared down at me, almost completely hidden in dirty blond hair.

"Joey?" I asked shakily, my voice almost breaking. "Wha- what are you doing here?"

His arms tightened as I began to pull away, pulling me back to him. His stare bore into my soul, and I looked away in shame as he said, "I could ask you the same question."

Something was wrong with his voice...it was too..emotionless...and..and flat.

He trapped my hands in one of his and pulled them over my head so that I was stretched out before his hungry stare. Panic gripped me, the claws of doubt raking at my heart. "J-Joey? What are you doing?" I asked in a frightened whisper. Any trace of confidence was gone as he just smiled at my feeble attempts to break free.

This couldn't be Joey! He isn't like this! He'd never be out here, would never be doing this...this man wasn't even close to Joey's character! He didn't even have a Brooklyn accent! Fear pushed at my heart and I lashed out, kicking him where the sun don't shine.

He didn't move. Never even flinched. Instead he just held me closer to him - my stomach now rubbing his - one hand clamped around my waist and the other held up my hands.

"Feisty, are we?" He asked, his lip curled into a nasty smile, "Well, I didn't come here to play, Mai." A glint appeared in his eye, his voice lowering to a deep pitch. "I know what you are. Why you're out here, and why your name is engraved in your wrist."

I looked up in shock, flexing my hand as we both looked up to see "MAI VALENTINE" burned in right where he said it to be.

He continued, getting closer if even possible. "I know your confusion, why you can't remember anything at night, I know why you haven't aged for sixteen years."

I gasped. "You - you -! What the hell are you and what do you want!?" I cried, breaking from his grasp.

"I'm Joseph Wheeler. You know me, don't you Mai? I'm here to help you. And as for what I want.." His eyes roamed my body leisurely as he stepped slowly forward. "What I want is you."

Softly, deftly, Music shall caress you, Hear it, feel it, Secretly posses you.

Malik's mouth moved in rhythm as he chanted the Music words, feeling Jessica's fear as he heard the music, saw the light.

So many mortals had fallen into his hands, so many soulslaves crowded around him, begging to please. Jessica seemed like a nice young boy to add to his collection..

Fog crawls up Lights die down An eerie silence Is the only sound.

His Millenium Rod flashed. Jessica's screams filled the air, coming through the Mystic's mouth.

"Come to me, my precious offering...." He purred.

A small girl, only about fourteen or fifteen appeared slowly on the floor amidst black voids of the underworld. Her small form shook and trembled beneath her newly socked clothes. She whimpered in fear as Malik walked slowly over, his golden jewelry flashing in the torch light of the dank hall.

He touched her chin, forcing her to look up. "Bishoujo." (((Pretty girl))) He spoke in Japanese so that she may understand him. Looking up, he said something in Egyptian to his favorite rare hunters. They shifted uneasily, cloaks rustling, but reluctantly obliged.

The girl's screams racked the hallways of the underground, her struggles futile and feeble.

The men pried her arms from her body, forcefully holding them out. "Kadasai!" (((Please!))) She sobbed. "Kaudasai!"

Malik smiled wickedly as he loomed over her small form. "Gomennasai, bishoujo... Gyasuminsai." (((Sorry, pretty girl...good night))) Mocking purple eyes looked down upon her.

"Soul Stalker! A sacrifice to you, god of all gods!" And with that, the girl dropped dead in a pool of clothes at Malik's feet.



The end. Of this chapter. I am bored. And rather tired.

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Saying of the day: "Some say I have the body of a god. Unfortunately that god is Buddha." - Ryan Dodge