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Chapter Eleven-Truth Hurts

I had made many phone calls over the week, and searched online many times. I was trying to find out who knew Kyle best, and where he had come from. Maybe, if I had found the right place, I might get to hear the truth I longed for. Finally, after hours and days of searching, I had found a small town in the hills that had his name in their records. That Wednesday, I took a little visit up to that little town.

I had rented a car for the trip, not wanting to pay bus fare for a couple hours. The car I had rented was old, but it had enough mileage I could use. The drive up was strangely beautiful. I had driven through the mountains, flowers blooming on the side of the road, and the clouds pushed back for the sun to shine through. The air was clean and fresh, not like the city where it was filled with smog, and dirt.

After two hours of driving through wilderness, I had finally made it into the town. It was smaller than I had planned on. A small post office stood right where the city limit sign lay, and the police station was not much bigger than the post office. A few cars were parked in the parking lots, probably just the employees. There was a very small school that was surrounded by tiny shops. A barbershop was at the left, with an appliance store and a movie rental shop next to it. On the right was a music store, sitting next to a library and a gas station.

I drove down the road, seeing much of the same thing with each mile: small stores, rusting with the years. After a few more minutes of nothing, I found City Hall, which was probably the biggest building in the entire town. A giant horse statue stood in the front lawn, giant willow trees covering every square inch of grass on the ground. I drove around, trying to look for the parking lot. After a few minutes, I finally parked behind the building, pulling out my notebook and a pen. I looked more like a reporter than an average man, but for now, it'll have to do.

I walked onto the concrete, dried gum and dead animals lay here and there, and I tried to dodge them with each step. Easier said than done. I managed to walk away with a few bits of gum and animal carcass on my shoe when I finally made it to the front doors.

Giant, glass, front doors. I hesitated before opening them slowly and walking inside to see a desk straight ahead of me. A receptionist sat behind the desk, her dark brown hair held in a tight bun behind her head, and her wire-rimmed glasses placed loosely on her nose. I stepped up to the desk, and tapped onto the wood to get her attention.

She looked up at me with bright green eyes, which looked tired and frustrated. I simply smiled politely, and cleared my throat. "Hello, I am looking for records on one of your citizens, please."

She sighed impatiently, "Name?"

"Miroku."

"We have no one in this town by that name, sir." She said after flipping through her book.

"Oh, no, sorry, that's my name."

"Oh, well, what's the name of the person you are looking for?"

"Kyle."

She flipped through her book again, and found four men by that name. She wrote the addressed down, and handed the paper to me. "Here you are sir, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Do you have any information on any of these men?"

"What kind of information?"

"Like... just general information. What they look like, how they act... are they hiding any secrets?"

"Sir, I am not allowed to give away information regarding the subjects given to anyone. Now, if that is all, please leave through the front doors."

She looked back at her paperwork in front of her as if she did not wish to speak with me. I merely sighed and turned around. I walked back into my car, where I looked at the names and addresses I was given.

"Okay, I got four of them... Might as well start with the first."

The first house was being remodeled, and no one was home. I did not bother leaving a note on the door as I thought I would do, seeing as though no one seemed to have been there in years. The next house was tented for termites, and the pest control did not know who owned the house to give me any information.

The third house was a bit of a help. A young woman answered the door, and she told me that the Kyle I was looking for happened to be living in the house at the fourth place on my list. She told me to watch out for him, however. She had seen him at church, and she had always gotten mixed feelings about him. With another warning to watch my back, she told me that I would be speaking to one of his good friends when I got there.

His good friend answered the door, and I wished it was a more lovely face. The man was tall, his head almost reaching the top of the door, and he was built, too. Like a giant bear was standing right in front of me. His eyes were dark brown, but if I looked closely enough, I could see a hint of yellow.

"Hello, is this where Kyle lives?"

"Who's asking?" He said, his voice deep and husky.

"Uh..." I thought fast, thinking of a fake name to use. "I'm Han."

"He doesn't know any," he said, about to shut the door in my face.

"I know he doesn't know me, but I am writing an article for my paper in the city, and I had heard he would be a good resource." I said, trying to keep his attention.

"Who'd you hear it from?"

"Just people around town."

He pursed his lips together, "he's not here now, want me to answer yer questions for him?"

I smiled, "thank you very much."

He opened the door and I stepped inside. He led me into a small room in the back, a room that looked like an interrogation room at a police station. I let that thought slip, and I sat down in the seat at the table, while he took the seat in across from me.

"By the way, name's Jean." He said, reaching his hand over.

I nodded a hello and shook his hand, and he gave it a tight squeeze as if to scare me. It worked. I coughed and opened up my notebook, holding it up so he could not see what I would be writing. I wrote his name down on the paper, and I looked up at him.

"Shall we get started?"

He shrugged.

"Okay, how long have you know Kyle?"

"Since we were in high school."

"How long ago was that?"

He shrugged again, "dunno, I don't keep track o' that stuff."

I wrote down high school and underlined it. "Okay, what do you think of him?"

"He's cool. He takes care of things, if ya know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't, mind explaining it?"

"He's the kind o' guy to get things done, ya know?"

"Ah, yes." I said, nodding. I wrote down the threat he told me, and put gets things done next to it. "What kind of things does he... get done?"

"Like I'd tell a reporter!" He chuckled a hearty laugh.

I smiled, "let's pretend I'm not a reporter."

His eyes narrowed, "listen, bub, I ain't gonna tell ya what ya got no right to know!"

I swallowed and nodded, "fair enough."

He smiled and leaned back in his seat. "Continue."

"Does Kyle go to church?"

"At times, sure. He only goes when he needs to do something bad."

Does something bad made its way on my paper. "Like what?"

"Ya know, make a fight, make a couple of those Christian folks angry. We ain't got a bar, so he goes there."

Make Christians mad was next on my paper. "What happened to the bar? It looked like there used to be one."

"There was. But after something happened, Kyle had to shut it down. He said it was getting too good feeling."

Good feeling. "Why do you think he picks fights with Christians?"

"He never liked 'em. Said they were too goody-goody. Said they needed to braver, show some backbone."

Christians=goody-goody, scared, don't show backbone. "So, he just doesn't like Christians?"

"What kind of article is this?" He finally asked.

"It's an article on people who don't like Christians," I said quickly. "I'm doing a survey."

He nodded, but he looked like he was not convinced. I coughed, trying to calm myself down. I looked at my paper, seeing a bit of notes. I smiled, and looked back up at Jean. "I think I got enough info, thank you for the support."

Jean nodded and remained seated as I got up to leave.

"Uh... thanks." I turned around.

"You ain't leaving." Jean said, getting up, his voice louder and showing more power than before.

I turned around to look at him, "why not?"

"You got too much information. You ain't a reporter, you ain't doing a survey, you are trying to get Kyle into trouble."

"No... I'm not, I swear!"

He grinned a toothless grin, and began to walk over to me. I took steps back, but after a few, my back was against the wall. His big face was in mine, his breath smelt of beer and cigarettes.

"A Christian man never swears!" He raised his fist in the air above me.

The demons attached to Jean laughed and clapped their claws as Jean raised his fist in the air to put some sense into the Christian man. Yellow and red vapor surrounded them as they laughed out loud, they fangs dripping of dark liquid. Their swords bounced on their hips, and they danced around in circles.

Guilo looked over at Tal, who nodded his head. With a burst of his wings, Guilo flew in and knocked the three demons onto the ground, causing Jean's attack to miss Miroku and hit the wall. Tal rushed over and aided Guilo with the furious demons. Bright swords were drawn, and the dark ones were as well. The demons screamed as Miroku ran out of the room, and Jean ran after him.

One of the demons managed to chase after them. Guilo noticed, and, after bringing his sword through one of the remaining demons, chased after the other to stop him.

It was too late, Miroku was on the floor, being kicked by Jean, the little demon laughing and taunting, sinking it's dark claws into Jean's head. "More! More! Again! Again!" It cried wickedly.

Guilo pulled the demon by the tail, dragging it out of Jean's head, causing him to fall onto the floor. Miroku was lying on the floor, looking at Jean as he tried to struggle back up. Guilo moved his hand, knocking a chair to fall on the ground next to Miroku's hand. With a crash, Miroku brought the chair onto Jean's back, and ran out of the house.

Tal had entered the room in time to see Guilo send the last demon into dust, and Miroku running to his car to escape. Tal looked over at Guilo, who was breathing hard, but smiling.

Tal smiled back, "he is going back. It won't be long until he has enough to stop him."

Guilo nodded, noticing Miroku driving away quickly, and the notebook was on the passenger seat next to him.

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