"You ever wonder if there is an after life?"

"We return to the planet. No after life. We are re-born as another mindless human or tree or frog or killing machine and the life cycle goes on forever."

"I…don't believe that. I think that when we die, our energy goes to the planet. What happens to our souls?"

"Our souls become the little angels and devils on our shoulders."

"Hm…Maybe."

"No maybes about it. Like right now- A good soul would be telling me not to strangle you for eating all the pop tarts, while the devil soul is telling me to murder your sorry ass."

"didn't you tell me you killed the angel?"

"Yes. My point."

"Don't lookit me like that…"

"I'm looking at you like this."

"Ahhhh!"

He hummed to himself as he walked, bobbing his head up and down with a sweet tune. It was getting dark out swiftly. The air was filled with a sugary, lilac like secant that brought a peaceful enchantment to this forest.

Blade walked beside him, feeling wiped and tired. With every step she took the world lost some more color. With every breath pain was slowly rising with her. No one seemed to notice her step had become forced and dragging. Her eyes had lost their usual glow and turned a sickly pale brown, instead of the usual crisp chocolate.

A bird sung from one of the overhanging trees, its voice rich with melody. She could hardly hear it. Rif's humming had almost faded. Her jacket seemed heavy, her bag weighed down by some unknown thing. What was going on?

"Here we go!"

She jerked her head up, and almost stumbled at the sudden release. Rif caught her before she fell into the green carpet under her feet. "Whoa, easy dove. Yikes. You look pale. You okay?"

His cold hand pressed against her forehead. She shoved it away and put on a lopsided smile. "Your big feet got in my way you doof. I'm fine." She said, trying to make up any excuse she could. He frowned down on her and was about to point out his feet were no where near her when Emily let out an exasperated sigh.

"Hello?! Either of you hear me? We're out now."

"We heard you Princess." Blade said, eyes snapping up to look at her. For some reason she was grinning.

"Well, means now we have to be careful. Monsters wont come into the Sleeping Forest. No idea why, but they wont. So keep you-"

Blades movements were like lightening it seemed. Before Rif spotted it or Emily could feel it move the woman had grabbed the gun at Rif's side and fired two shots. The mako bullets buzzed past Emily's head, slamming into the sea horse like creature who's body trembled from focusing a spell on Emily's small body. The woman screamed and ducked her head.

"Ugh." Blade shook her head, wrinkling her nose. "Wasted two good bullets. Emily, get up. I killed it. Damn woman."

The 22 year old looked up at Blade, eyes on fire.

The woman walked past Emily, shaking her head in disgust ( she felt she couldn't be disappointed in this pathetic excuse for a human). After five or so steps, whispers filled her ears. All the pain she had felt in the last week suddenly surfaced again. All her scars and bruises burned and stung with pain.

"Bade?" She heard herself gasp and her body fall. She collided with something, but it wasn't the ground.

"Hey! Dammit, you lied to me. Baby? Hey?"

She felt like she was suffocating. The whispers grew louder, but nothing could be made out. A few words here and there, but none that made sense . Voices. So many different voices swam in her ears-

As if she had been falling through water for ages and suddenly was back in her bed after a horrid dream, everything shattered like glass. Her eyes snapped open to see the black night sky hanging above her, Shiva's diamonds tossed into the velvet. Her breath came quick, and sharp.

Rif shook her a little, looking down at her. She realized her head was resting against his chest, and she was wringing his hand like one would a sponge.

"What happened? You alright?" He asked. Concern was sunk deep into his eyes. She slowed her breathing and closed her own eyes. Swallowing, she nodded her head.

"F-fine. I'm fine."

Note: Hello. I am the little voice in your head. You know, the one who told you to stop eating all those apples and go for the chocolate cake? No? What about the one who is always telling you that cheating on your school test is bad? Yes, that one. Well, I am now telling you to go read Riene-Strife 's work. So, be a good little mindless drone and listen to me. Unlike most of the other stuff I have told you to do, this one actually makes sense and would be well worth your time.