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Chapter 10 - Golden Ear
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Wake her up."
"Yes, Boss."
The man with the shock of dark brown hair reached for the battered bucket that stood on the edge of the doorway. Heaving it up from the stone floor with his powerful hands, he threw the ice cold water at the limp figure that was slumped against a nearby wall.
Sashima spluttered and spat out a mouthful of the foul water, which tasted vaguely of rotten sewage. She coughed, holding her throat with her hands and retched out the unpleasant tastes. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…' It was too late to undo what she had done, and now she would have to face the consequences of her actions.
Straightening, she rose to her feet, only to stare right into the barrel of a silver pistol.
"Who are you people and what do you want with me?" She spat out, staring the gunman directly in the eyes, her gaze unwavering. He was the same person who had knocked her over the head earlier.
"Just shut your mouth and be quiet. Move!" He barked and waved the gun towards the open doorway, rotating the barrel to the side of her head instead of to the face. "Move! Out the door, now!"
"Geez you could at least be a little more polite." Rolling her eyes, she made her way out of the stone room, and into a larger chamber that looked suspiciously like a warehouse. The only difference, though, was that it seemed much more orderly--at least from the one she had come from. Boxes and crates that supposedly littered every one of these storage areas were placed neatly to the sides, and there were a few chairs and desks lying around. Although most of the high windows on the first, second, and third floors were cracked and weather-beaten, sheaths of light still shone through, emitting into the room an eerie type of calmness--though it was far from a pleasant atmosphere, as far as Sashima could tell.
In the middle of the room was a barren chair, and about twenty thickset men gathered around, talking aimlessly, the sound of their voices echoing throughout the area, one voice hardly distinguishable from the rest. As Sashima slowly made her way towards them, they immediately hushed and cleared the way to the wooden chair in the middle of the room.
"Sit!" The gunman ordered roughly, grabbing her by the arm and literally shoving her down into the chair. She made no protest, but only stared at the figures surrounding her.
Boldly, she repeated her previous question. "Why did you bring me here??" she demanded.
"You'll find out soon enough," the brown-haired man sneered, waving the gun still in Sashima's direction. "Luke, go get some rope and tie her up."
A stocky man with a mane of blond hair nodded and scurried off into a back room. He returned with a coil of thick rope, and bound Sashima's feet and arms to the chair securely, preventing any form of movement.
"Is everything under control here?" A new voice rang through the warehouse, and Sashima saw that every one of the men in the room jumped slightly at the sound of it.
"Yes Boss. She is right here."
The brown-haired man lowed his gun and stepped back, revealing a muscular man. About six feet tall, he had green eyes and caramel-colored hair. Although he seemed no more than twenty-five, the presence of this one person seemed to extend to every person in the room that he was a most formidable person.
Stepping into the dim light, he slowly paced around the chair Sashima was bound in, observing her closely. From the close distance between them, she noticed that a part of his right ear was missing; on the left hung a giant golden earring.
"What do you want with me?" She challenged his gaze. "Well?? I've asked that damn question three times and no one even bothers to tell me??"
He stopped in mid-step, throwing back his head in a mocking laugh. "You didn't tell her? Boys, I thought you had more manners than that!"
"I'm sorry Boss…I didn't think that we should unless they were your orders…" The brown-haired man mumbled his apologizes.
"Well, she IS our honored guest here Nathan…" he paused, looking into Sashima's face. "So you want to know why you are here?"
"That would certainly be a nice thing to know!" she replied, scowling and getting highly annoyed by his mocking manner.
"Tsk tsk. A feisty one eh?" He reached out and stroked Sashima's chin. Twisting away, she spat into his face.
"Get your dirty hands away from me or you'll regret it!" She lashed out, eyes flashing dangerously.
He backed away, as if he had decided to heed her warning. After a second, though, he made the better judgment and resumed his cool composure.
"I see…if that's the way you want it. And you say you want to know why you have been brought here by Nathan?"
"Yes!" In her mind Sashima thought of the possible reasons why this one person was so dense. Maybe he had been dropped on the head when he was a child. Maybe he was an idiot by birth. Maybe both reasons. Whatever the reason, she hated his attitude and his slow way of giving answers.
"Do you recognize this person?" Sneering, he pulled out a faded photograph and stuck it in Sashima's face.
She gasped at what she saw in the aged photograph.
Her heart stopped in mid-beat.
Slowly her mouth dropped open.
"Where'd you get this?" Her voice shook with the words that came out of her mouth. The photograph was faded, yet it took little difficulty to see the resemblance of the person and Sashima herself. Although the figure in the photograph looked a little younger, she still bore the same fiery red hair and the bright ruby-red eyes. She was standing against a brick wall, her back pressed against it, a look of despair crossing the fine features of her face.
"It was an old…what should I call it? Oh yes…antique passed down from the leaders of our little group here…" The leader of the gang smiled sweetly, pleased with how the photograph had affected the young woman.
'It…it can't be…the last photograph of her…she wasn't this old…'
"How were you able to get this? And why am I still here?" Sashima tore her eyes away from the photograph and back into the eyes of the gang leader. "And who are you?"
"Who I am is not important," he replied nonchalantly, "though my boys here called me Golden Ear. As for the picture…this was taken two hundred years ago and preserved through all this time. It mentions that the person in this picture is a Sebina Makimoto."
"But…but…what does she have to do with me?"
"Nathan here saw you walking in downtown Satan City. He called me for instructions and I was the one who told him to tail you and bring you back here at once." Golden Ear snapped two fingers and one of his goons returned with a tattered chair. He sat down across from Sashima, crossing his legs and casually lighting a cigarette.
"So he was looking for me specifically? Is that what you're saying?"
"No. We have been looking for anyone who resembles Sebina for the last two hundred years." He took a long drag on the cigarette, slowing exhaling the smoke into the air.
"I still do not understand. What did Sebina do for you to be hunting her predecessors?"
He glanced at her, as if she were some insolent insect. "Well if you don't know, I might as well tell you a little story…"
"Do tell. It'll keep us occupied for awhile."
Golden Ear smirked and leaned closer to her. "I like your attitude."
"Watch it, or I swear you're gonna get it."
"Fine. We'll deal with you later. Now what was I planning to talk about?" Looking over at Nathan, he raised an eyebrow.
"The story, Boss."
"Oh yes, that. Well how did it go? Two hundred years ago in the city of Harakatsuma, we were only a small gang, not an advanced organization like we are now. They picked up this girl--" he stabbed a crooked finger at the photograph, "--and made her into one of them." Suddenly, he chuckled, and looked directly at Sashima. "If legend has it, they didn't make her into one of them. She was just used whenever someone needed a little fun."
Sashima glared, clenching her fists and teeth in anger. She blinked back the tears that were struggling to fall. 'No…that can't have happened…she wasn't…' She would have blown the place apart, yet her unconsciousness stunt had temporarily frozen those traits. Besides, she needed to hear the story.
"Anyways," Golden Ear continued, "she was among ten others like her. She was a strong person, but not strong enough. One day she got hold of a bomb and sneaked into the headquarters of this gang, two hundred years ago. All the members were inside the warehouse, just like this one. All Two hundred and seventy-nine of them, for a meeting. She set fire to the warehouse and added the bomb to it. Only one person survived, and that was the young son of the gang leader. Eventually he hunted her down and killed her, twenty shots through the head."
"NO! YOU MONSTERS!" In a fit of rage, she struggled against the bindings on her, but it was no use. "YOU DEVILS! HOW--HOW--COULD YOU?!"
"We can and we do girlie." His eyes lingered over her face momentarily, as if wondering what to say next. "The son of the gang leader vowed to avenge the deaths of the two hundred and seventy-eight people in the warehouse by hunting down that exact number of Sebina's descendents. It is still so until this day."
"That was in Harakatsuma, so how the hell did it get to Satan City?" Sashima had calmed down by now, her common sense returning as well.
"You would not believe how big of an organization we are today. There are branches of us throughout the country, and I am only one of the many leaders of the local branches." Stubbing out his cigarette, he lit another one, ashes dropping onto his gray shirt.
"So what are you going to do then? Kill me just because I look like the person in the photograph?"
"Why yes we are, as you are an almost exact replica of this person, aren't you?"
"Maybe I am, but does that matter to you?"
Grinning, he stood up and once again encircled the bound Sashima. "No it doesn't, but from the look on your face, it seems as if you knew Sebina."
Silence. The drip of leaking water could be heard.
Her teeth hurt as she finally unclenched them. "She was my sister," she whispered, the tears begging to be released from her eyes.
The hushed silence was almost deafening. Somewhere across the water, a lone seagull cried out.
"Well…this is certainly interesting…" Golden Ear was behind her now, laying a rough hand onto her shoulder. "All the more thrilling to kill such a directly related person of that damned Sebina. Your blood would certainly make up a nice store in our antiques room…"
"You are never going to get my blood."
"We have gotten the blood of two hundred and seventy-seven other descendents of Sebina. I do not see how you would be any different."
The figure bounced back and forth in Sashima's mind. "Two hundred and seventy-seven people you have killed? Just because of one thing? What if they turned out they had nothing to do with Sebina??" The amount of people slaughter sickened Sashima. Only a ruthless person would do such a thing.
Golden Ear snickered, showing straight, white teeth. "Hah, we wish. Two hundred and seventy-seven people killed since Sebina killed our people two hundred years ago. We have been keeping track all these years, and we ourselves would not have managed to find so many people in the first place. As for the descendents…we probably did make a few mistakes along the way and killed some innocent people, but it was all for a good cause."
"You are sick, killing all the innocent people!" she cried out.
"Yes we are, and unfortunately for us, you are going to be the last victim resulting from it." The gang leader focused his attention to Nathan. "Untie her."
"Yes Boss."
Bowing his head, he loosened the bonds on her, jerking the ropes free from her hands and feet. She rose and massaged her tender arms, only to have them wrenched behind her back by two men who stood on either side of her.
Golden Ear took the gun from Nathan and aimed it straight at Sashima's heart. She braced herself, the ki shield already in place to deflect the bullets that inevitably would come her way. The plan was already figured out. As soon as the shot had hit her, she would teleport and take down all of these men. She would notify the police, and she herself would leave the scene and return to Capsule Corporation. From there, she would find a way to get back to Harakatsuma.
After a moment's time, Golden Ear lowed the gun and sauntered over to where Sashima stood, held in place by the two ruffians. He stood, unmoving, his green eyes piercing hers, his mouth breaking into a smirk. He got even closer. As he looked her up a down, a chill went down Sashima's spine. Inclined to do something, yet she had never been in a situation like the present one, and she was paralyzed to the cold floor.
"Get your eyes away from me and hurry up with the killing." Her voice quavered only slightly.
Without warning, he pressed his mouth against hers.
Her body turned to ice. Never having been kissed, ever, in her life, for a moment her brain had stopped functioning, but soon her conscience kicked in. Sashima struggled to break free from the tight grip his mouth had locked onto hers, but since both arms were held firmly behind her, the only thing she was able to do was kick him.
The impact connected, and sent him flying about fifteen feet backwards, Golden Ear landing on his back against the wooden crates on the side of the warehouse. He cursed loudly, and a few members of the gang hurried to assist their battered boss. It seemed he might have broken a few bones during his landing on the crates.
"Boss, are you alright?" Nathan inquired.
"Does it look like I'm alright to you??!" A vein was throbbing in the temple of Golden Ear, and he whacked Nathan over the head. "Bitch, what the fuck did you do that for??" He directed this towards Sashima, who smiled despite herself.
"I said before I didn't want your dirty-ass hands or anything else on me, and I told you that you would regret it!" Throwing back her head, she gave out a maniacal laugh.
Golden Ear wiped the blood from his mouth and spat onto the floor. "Just like your sister, I see. Legend has it she was strong. Let's just see how strong you are against twenty of my men." Clearing his throat, he ordered, "Everyone, get in a circle around her. Yes, you too." He barked at the two who had held onto Sashima.
Glancing quickly, she saw that there was no way out. The twenty men formed a tight circle around her, making it virtually impossible for any escape. 'Well then, they would have to deal with her the hard way…'
"Do whatever you like with the bitch."
Sashima froze. 'What??' If that was what she thought it meant, then…
The men looked at one another, chuckling, then turned their heads towards her. She could almost see the psychotic waves of thought through each of their faces, and she shuddered as some of those grotesque things had crept into her head.
Nathan was the second in command, below Golden Ear. His companions glanced patiently at him, waiting for the signal. As he nodded, the twenty of them lunged as one towards Sashima.
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AN: Wow, what is going to happen to her? Break is over, and yes, I'm back in school. *sigh* Wish we didn't have to go back so soon…hopefully I'll write a better chapter next time…
Chapter 10 - Golden Ear
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Wake her up."
"Yes, Boss."
The man with the shock of dark brown hair reached for the battered bucket that stood on the edge of the doorway. Heaving it up from the stone floor with his powerful hands, he threw the ice cold water at the limp figure that was slumped against a nearby wall.
Sashima spluttered and spat out a mouthful of the foul water, which tasted vaguely of rotten sewage. She coughed, holding her throat with her hands and retched out the unpleasant tastes. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…' It was too late to undo what she had done, and now she would have to face the consequences of her actions.
Straightening, she rose to her feet, only to stare right into the barrel of a silver pistol.
"Who are you people and what do you want with me?" She spat out, staring the gunman directly in the eyes, her gaze unwavering. He was the same person who had knocked her over the head earlier.
"Just shut your mouth and be quiet. Move!" He barked and waved the gun towards the open doorway, rotating the barrel to the side of her head instead of to the face. "Move! Out the door, now!"
"Geez you could at least be a little more polite." Rolling her eyes, she made her way out of the stone room, and into a larger chamber that looked suspiciously like a warehouse. The only difference, though, was that it seemed much more orderly--at least from the one she had come from. Boxes and crates that supposedly littered every one of these storage areas were placed neatly to the sides, and there were a few chairs and desks lying around. Although most of the high windows on the first, second, and third floors were cracked and weather-beaten, sheaths of light still shone through, emitting into the room an eerie type of calmness--though it was far from a pleasant atmosphere, as far as Sashima could tell.
In the middle of the room was a barren chair, and about twenty thickset men gathered around, talking aimlessly, the sound of their voices echoing throughout the area, one voice hardly distinguishable from the rest. As Sashima slowly made her way towards them, they immediately hushed and cleared the way to the wooden chair in the middle of the room.
"Sit!" The gunman ordered roughly, grabbing her by the arm and literally shoving her down into the chair. She made no protest, but only stared at the figures surrounding her.
Boldly, she repeated her previous question. "Why did you bring me here??" she demanded.
"You'll find out soon enough," the brown-haired man sneered, waving the gun still in Sashima's direction. "Luke, go get some rope and tie her up."
A stocky man with a mane of blond hair nodded and scurried off into a back room. He returned with a coil of thick rope, and bound Sashima's feet and arms to the chair securely, preventing any form of movement.
"Is everything under control here?" A new voice rang through the warehouse, and Sashima saw that every one of the men in the room jumped slightly at the sound of it.
"Yes Boss. She is right here."
The brown-haired man lowed his gun and stepped back, revealing a muscular man. About six feet tall, he had green eyes and caramel-colored hair. Although he seemed no more than twenty-five, the presence of this one person seemed to extend to every person in the room that he was a most formidable person.
Stepping into the dim light, he slowly paced around the chair Sashima was bound in, observing her closely. From the close distance between them, she noticed that a part of his right ear was missing; on the left hung a giant golden earring.
"What do you want with me?" She challenged his gaze. "Well?? I've asked that damn question three times and no one even bothers to tell me??"
He stopped in mid-step, throwing back his head in a mocking laugh. "You didn't tell her? Boys, I thought you had more manners than that!"
"I'm sorry Boss…I didn't think that we should unless they were your orders…" The brown-haired man mumbled his apologizes.
"Well, she IS our honored guest here Nathan…" he paused, looking into Sashima's face. "So you want to know why you are here?"
"That would certainly be a nice thing to know!" she replied, scowling and getting highly annoyed by his mocking manner.
"Tsk tsk. A feisty one eh?" He reached out and stroked Sashima's chin. Twisting away, she spat into his face.
"Get your dirty hands away from me or you'll regret it!" She lashed out, eyes flashing dangerously.
He backed away, as if he had decided to heed her warning. After a second, though, he made the better judgment and resumed his cool composure.
"I see…if that's the way you want it. And you say you want to know why you have been brought here by Nathan?"
"Yes!" In her mind Sashima thought of the possible reasons why this one person was so dense. Maybe he had been dropped on the head when he was a child. Maybe he was an idiot by birth. Maybe both reasons. Whatever the reason, she hated his attitude and his slow way of giving answers.
"Do you recognize this person?" Sneering, he pulled out a faded photograph and stuck it in Sashima's face.
She gasped at what she saw in the aged photograph.
Her heart stopped in mid-beat.
Slowly her mouth dropped open.
"Where'd you get this?" Her voice shook with the words that came out of her mouth. The photograph was faded, yet it took little difficulty to see the resemblance of the person and Sashima herself. Although the figure in the photograph looked a little younger, she still bore the same fiery red hair and the bright ruby-red eyes. She was standing against a brick wall, her back pressed against it, a look of despair crossing the fine features of her face.
"It was an old…what should I call it? Oh yes…antique passed down from the leaders of our little group here…" The leader of the gang smiled sweetly, pleased with how the photograph had affected the young woman.
'It…it can't be…the last photograph of her…she wasn't this old…'
"How were you able to get this? And why am I still here?" Sashima tore her eyes away from the photograph and back into the eyes of the gang leader. "And who are you?"
"Who I am is not important," he replied nonchalantly, "though my boys here called me Golden Ear. As for the picture…this was taken two hundred years ago and preserved through all this time. It mentions that the person in this picture is a Sebina Makimoto."
"But…but…what does she have to do with me?"
"Nathan here saw you walking in downtown Satan City. He called me for instructions and I was the one who told him to tail you and bring you back here at once." Golden Ear snapped two fingers and one of his goons returned with a tattered chair. He sat down across from Sashima, crossing his legs and casually lighting a cigarette.
"So he was looking for me specifically? Is that what you're saying?"
"No. We have been looking for anyone who resembles Sebina for the last two hundred years." He took a long drag on the cigarette, slowing exhaling the smoke into the air.
"I still do not understand. What did Sebina do for you to be hunting her predecessors?"
He glanced at her, as if she were some insolent insect. "Well if you don't know, I might as well tell you a little story…"
"Do tell. It'll keep us occupied for awhile."
Golden Ear smirked and leaned closer to her. "I like your attitude."
"Watch it, or I swear you're gonna get it."
"Fine. We'll deal with you later. Now what was I planning to talk about?" Looking over at Nathan, he raised an eyebrow.
"The story, Boss."
"Oh yes, that. Well how did it go? Two hundred years ago in the city of Harakatsuma, we were only a small gang, not an advanced organization like we are now. They picked up this girl--" he stabbed a crooked finger at the photograph, "--and made her into one of them." Suddenly, he chuckled, and looked directly at Sashima. "If legend has it, they didn't make her into one of them. She was just used whenever someone needed a little fun."
Sashima glared, clenching her fists and teeth in anger. She blinked back the tears that were struggling to fall. 'No…that can't have happened…she wasn't…' She would have blown the place apart, yet her unconsciousness stunt had temporarily frozen those traits. Besides, she needed to hear the story.
"Anyways," Golden Ear continued, "she was among ten others like her. She was a strong person, but not strong enough. One day she got hold of a bomb and sneaked into the headquarters of this gang, two hundred years ago. All the members were inside the warehouse, just like this one. All Two hundred and seventy-nine of them, for a meeting. She set fire to the warehouse and added the bomb to it. Only one person survived, and that was the young son of the gang leader. Eventually he hunted her down and killed her, twenty shots through the head."
"NO! YOU MONSTERS!" In a fit of rage, she struggled against the bindings on her, but it was no use. "YOU DEVILS! HOW--HOW--COULD YOU?!"
"We can and we do girlie." His eyes lingered over her face momentarily, as if wondering what to say next. "The son of the gang leader vowed to avenge the deaths of the two hundred and seventy-eight people in the warehouse by hunting down that exact number of Sebina's descendents. It is still so until this day."
"That was in Harakatsuma, so how the hell did it get to Satan City?" Sashima had calmed down by now, her common sense returning as well.
"You would not believe how big of an organization we are today. There are branches of us throughout the country, and I am only one of the many leaders of the local branches." Stubbing out his cigarette, he lit another one, ashes dropping onto his gray shirt.
"So what are you going to do then? Kill me just because I look like the person in the photograph?"
"Why yes we are, as you are an almost exact replica of this person, aren't you?"
"Maybe I am, but does that matter to you?"
Grinning, he stood up and once again encircled the bound Sashima. "No it doesn't, but from the look on your face, it seems as if you knew Sebina."
Silence. The drip of leaking water could be heard.
Her teeth hurt as she finally unclenched them. "She was my sister," she whispered, the tears begging to be released from her eyes.
The hushed silence was almost deafening. Somewhere across the water, a lone seagull cried out.
"Well…this is certainly interesting…" Golden Ear was behind her now, laying a rough hand onto her shoulder. "All the more thrilling to kill such a directly related person of that damned Sebina. Your blood would certainly make up a nice store in our antiques room…"
"You are never going to get my blood."
"We have gotten the blood of two hundred and seventy-seven other descendents of Sebina. I do not see how you would be any different."
The figure bounced back and forth in Sashima's mind. "Two hundred and seventy-seven people you have killed? Just because of one thing? What if they turned out they had nothing to do with Sebina??" The amount of people slaughter sickened Sashima. Only a ruthless person would do such a thing.
Golden Ear snickered, showing straight, white teeth. "Hah, we wish. Two hundred and seventy-seven people killed since Sebina killed our people two hundred years ago. We have been keeping track all these years, and we ourselves would not have managed to find so many people in the first place. As for the descendents…we probably did make a few mistakes along the way and killed some innocent people, but it was all for a good cause."
"You are sick, killing all the innocent people!" she cried out.
"Yes we are, and unfortunately for us, you are going to be the last victim resulting from it." The gang leader focused his attention to Nathan. "Untie her."
"Yes Boss."
Bowing his head, he loosened the bonds on her, jerking the ropes free from her hands and feet. She rose and massaged her tender arms, only to have them wrenched behind her back by two men who stood on either side of her.
Golden Ear took the gun from Nathan and aimed it straight at Sashima's heart. She braced herself, the ki shield already in place to deflect the bullets that inevitably would come her way. The plan was already figured out. As soon as the shot had hit her, she would teleport and take down all of these men. She would notify the police, and she herself would leave the scene and return to Capsule Corporation. From there, she would find a way to get back to Harakatsuma.
After a moment's time, Golden Ear lowed the gun and sauntered over to where Sashima stood, held in place by the two ruffians. He stood, unmoving, his green eyes piercing hers, his mouth breaking into a smirk. He got even closer. As he looked her up a down, a chill went down Sashima's spine. Inclined to do something, yet she had never been in a situation like the present one, and she was paralyzed to the cold floor.
"Get your eyes away from me and hurry up with the killing." Her voice quavered only slightly.
Without warning, he pressed his mouth against hers.
Her body turned to ice. Never having been kissed, ever, in her life, for a moment her brain had stopped functioning, but soon her conscience kicked in. Sashima struggled to break free from the tight grip his mouth had locked onto hers, but since both arms were held firmly behind her, the only thing she was able to do was kick him.
The impact connected, and sent him flying about fifteen feet backwards, Golden Ear landing on his back against the wooden crates on the side of the warehouse. He cursed loudly, and a few members of the gang hurried to assist their battered boss. It seemed he might have broken a few bones during his landing on the crates.
"Boss, are you alright?" Nathan inquired.
"Does it look like I'm alright to you??!" A vein was throbbing in the temple of Golden Ear, and he whacked Nathan over the head. "Bitch, what the fuck did you do that for??" He directed this towards Sashima, who smiled despite herself.
"I said before I didn't want your dirty-ass hands or anything else on me, and I told you that you would regret it!" Throwing back her head, she gave out a maniacal laugh.
Golden Ear wiped the blood from his mouth and spat onto the floor. "Just like your sister, I see. Legend has it she was strong. Let's just see how strong you are against twenty of my men." Clearing his throat, he ordered, "Everyone, get in a circle around her. Yes, you too." He barked at the two who had held onto Sashima.
Glancing quickly, she saw that there was no way out. The twenty men formed a tight circle around her, making it virtually impossible for any escape. 'Well then, they would have to deal with her the hard way…'
"Do whatever you like with the bitch."
Sashima froze. 'What??' If that was what she thought it meant, then…
The men looked at one another, chuckling, then turned their heads towards her. She could almost see the psychotic waves of thought through each of their faces, and she shuddered as some of those grotesque things had crept into her head.
Nathan was the second in command, below Golden Ear. His companions glanced patiently at him, waiting for the signal. As he nodded, the twenty of them lunged as one towards Sashima.
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AN: Wow, what is going to happen to her? Break is over, and yes, I'm back in school. *sigh* Wish we didn't have to go back so soon…hopefully I'll write a better chapter next time…
