Disclaimer: the point is, God knows I don't own no blasted crap!

I know this has been going very s-l-o-w but with all the course work I've been given, I feel like I'm gonna damn well fail my GCSE. What would I do when I fail my English? I wouldn't get a job! Guess I can become a beggar…

Last chapter was a bit weird but I don't know, I just type. Sometimes ideas just come and I have no idea where they come from.

Night Rain: chapter 6

Everyone went to their rooms to prepare for the trip down to the graveyard.

''That was some lie you came up with, wanting to pay respects for your dead family! They have been dead for millennia's, way before I came into existence!'' Ayama laughed, her eyes glittering with malice.

''Well still. I miss them. And I'm interested in the recent death of Sybil, she was a powerful person and to have died so unexpected and at such young age… I think there's more to it then meets the eye.'' Amaya said.

''Right, I can't stand to be with you a minute longer! Funny thing, different natures but identical looks. I'm off to have some fun. You stick to the plan and continue the cry baby thing,'' Ayama scoffed then she slowly disappeared, her evil eyes the last to go.

Amaya shook her head, she know what that girl would do.

*

Kenny sat in his room and looked at his laptop. He had heard about the priest and did some background information on it. Dizzy came up with many sites with info but he hadn't got time to look.

It seemed to be colder today, or was it just him? The sunlight weakened in his room and things seemed to look dimmer. He turned on the light and continued his research. He was tiny and the room looked big and glaring on him.

''Maybe I'm just paranoid,'' he said aloud.

''At least you have legs to run away. I 'm stuck here for the rest of eternity.'' His laptop whined.

''You know I would never abandon you.''

A soft click. It came from the direction of the door. He felt his hair rise at the back of his neck and his breathing became faster. His heart pounded in his ears in a deafening drumming. He looked back. the door.

The door, it was open.

He had shut it, he was sure. 'just the wind' he tried kidding himself.

Kenny got onto his feet and closed the door. Something felt wrong. Fear ran through his blood and he felt like screaming.

Kenny fell off his bed. He stifled a cry. And sat back on his bed. It was a dream. All just a figment of his imagination, how did that happen? He made a mental note to not watch any horror movies with the others from now on. But it felt so damn real. He turned towards the door.

It was open. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he licked his dry lips. Slowly, he tiptoed towards the door and clicked it back shut. Then pushing all his small weight onto a heavy chest of draws, he pushed it infront of the door. The draws were made from a wood he recognised, Shahara, a wood that grew from moonlight. It was an extinct tree from the time the first humans were on earth. Fossilised remain of the tools cave men made were on exhibit at the Tokyo Museum. How on earth did they get this? Only little bits were left and here before his eyes was a beautifully crafted piece from it. best to think about this later. Now nothing could get in.

''And nothing can get out,'' A voiced cackled behind him.

Kenny turned round and saw Amaya, no not her. These eyes were a cutting blue, sharp enough to slice steel.

''W-who are you?'' he managed to stammer. She was right, he was trapped.

''Ayama. But you need not worry about that, just worry about how a little tasty mouse can be for one savage hungry cat.'' She smiled, her fangs glinting in the light.

He whimpered.

She advanced.

*

Ray went out of his room and wondered down to Kenny's. he had heard everyone leave for the livingroom but he couldn't hear the soft padding of Kenny's light body.

So curios was the kitty, he walked towards the door. But only to find Amaya standing outside it.

''Hi Ray!''

''Hi. Where's Kenny? I didn't hear him go down.'' He asked.

''Oh he went down all right. You better go and see. I've just checked.'' She smiled, in a somewhat sinister way.

''Ok.'' Ray was suspicious. Something about her looked different. Her face… he couldn't think so left it as that and left.

Downstairs, Ray looked all over and found no Kenny. Not a trace of his glasses even.

Then he saw Amaya happily chatting to everyone. Wasn't she just upstairs?

''Amaya, how did you get down? And you told me Kenny was down here,'' he questioned her.

''Oh, I erm… Kenny left earlier, he said he wanted to know something important'' she said hastily.

''Really?'' he raised an eyebrow. This was weird and she was hiding something.

''Really.'' Amaya said firmer even.

She strode outside to where everyone was standing.

Ray thought confusingly. Then he followed them out.

No one looked behind them to see a little brown mouse scurrying along the bushes. And no one saw the blue eyes looking out.

*

''Here we are!'' Naida yelled as they approached the graveyard. She quickly ran off in her own direction. A missing brother to talk to.

''Where did she go?'' Max asked Kumiko.

''Ah, her brother was killed by a Hurak. She missed him dearly.'' She closed her eyes as she remembered something. ''I have to go and visit someone first.'' Then she left.

Kumiko was no older than five, that was a day she would never forget, the day her mum fell in the river. Never to resurface again, lost in the menacing currents of the march falls. She knew very well that many others had died when the water rose high and swept them into the river. No survivors of that wave.

Amaya stared out at the gravestones. They were not very well tended, no one went here much recently. Sybil wasn't here to do nothing neither. Talking of Sybil, she was going to find out what happened to her. This started with searching her temple. Or the remains of it. the death wasn't that long ago but that didn't stop the ice to cause cracks across the stone walls. People called Sybil a prophetess. She walked in the direction of this broken down building.

Ray walked along the stones, the grey with bits of green moss hanging onto. Some were illegible, worn by rain and thunder. Not all had stone heads but others had angels on top. Pale faces some without the head still on. The sun offered little warmth and the trees were devoid of leaves, strange.

He stumbled across Kumiko. Kneeling infront of a grave. A fairly plain one to show of how much money they had at home.

''Kumi? You alright?'' he asked.

''Yes… what do you want?''

''I want to know where Amaya's parents graves are.''

''Oh… she never told me, I haven't bothered to search for it. it's a private thing. You could look for it but for what reason, I won't take a part in.'' she answered.

''What about Ayama's?''

''Look for them, she has a dark grave… I'm not hiding anything but I think it is rude to find one's grave without asking that person's family first.'' Kumiko went back to praying. She wasn't deliberately being harsh but she was upset about her mum.

Kai sat on a low wall. He saw where most people went, Max was reading off names and messages for people. With no interest in what people were mourning for, he remembered his job. He was meant to be watching the girl, but she had gone off somewhere. In the direction of those pillars. They had a cold feel, Kai knew what cold is, he was like that. A raven squawked from above one of them pillars, as it took flight, bits of wearing rock came away. a bit dangerous for an ill person to be around. He got up and left.

Amaya walked towards the big stone doors. She heard the wind whistling inside. She thought it was that anyway. The plants were dying around the ancient building. She knew this placed form when she lived. Passed down from generation to generation of prophets then bang, the last one is wiped out lost of reason. Ivy plants trailed along the floor and building. The workmanship on the stone was beautiful, the twirls reflecting the history of the prophets. Roses and lavenders carved on using chisels and complex patterns ran through the ancient stone.

She placed a hand upon the stone door and pushed with unnatural strength.

Dust rose as the door creaked open, dim light flooded in. the floor was covered in dust so thick that footprints would be seen, if there were any. It was big, and messy like signs of struggling. The table was smashed against the war, shelves of rich volumes on the floor. The lamps were broken into shards of glass. A bed was overturned and objects broken and left to lie in their lonely misery.

Amaya did not have to squint to see the stain. She had brilliant sight. Which was why the fresh dark blood showed up like squashed berries. A trail leading to the back of the temple. She frowned, what ever was in there, it definitely didn't have feet and she was going to find out what.

Ray walked along till he found a dark angel headstone, it's glittering sapphire eyes unnerving him. He read the name:

AYAMA

SHE LEFT US AND GAVE US GREAT COMFORT

THE EVIL GIRL SHALL NOT REST IN PEACE

NOT AS LONG AS HER SPIRIT LIVES ON

He noticed some rather nasty black stain, dried blood. It was a weird message to put on a headstone, you tend to put on RIP but here the villagers have cursed the girl Ayama. This made no sense at all.

He left it after making a mental note of where this grave is.

Ten minutes later he came upon another angel, exactly like the first one, only white. His eyes opened in shock at that name upon it. this had to be a sick joke, it had to be.

The boy stepped back and without telling anyone, sprinted back towards the house.

AMAYA 989-1003AD

DIED IN A TRAGIC INCIDENT WHERE HER DAD

WENT CRAZY AND KNIFED THE FAMILY

SHE HAS MANY FRIENDS WHOM MOURNED

HER DEATH

*

Ray arrived inside the house and went straight for Kenny's room, maybe he has came home. Only he can help. Ray needed someone with brains to organise this for him.

He slowly open the room and found it empty. He was about to walk back out when he noticed something odd, Dizzy sitting on the bed. Kenny never left the laptop on her own.

''Dizzy? Dizzara?'' he called.

This was weird, no reply. He made his way towards the laptop and looked at the screen. It was shattered.

There was no more glass.

No more bit-beast.

Blank as a plain mirror. But worse off all,

No Kenny.

How's that? Weird? Strange? It scares me… I'm slightly terrified. I don't want to carry on… but I will! That's if you review! Criticism welcomed if it's really that bad… next chapter, Kai has another dream and Amaya's life force is slowly leaving her…