A/N: Hello! Hello! As some of you may already know, I am Secret-Crusader, or SC. And some of you might already know, I got kicked off Fanfiction. Yep. Oh, well. I'm back, and I have this story all planed out! Yes…my plans for World Domination are well under way…I mean…just read the stupid story!

Disclaimer: I'd be so happy if I owned Chrono Crusade, but I don't...Moriyama does...

When I was young, I used to think the world was supposed to be a place withholding eternal happiness and nothing bad or evil ever came into it...

I didn't know how wrong I was.

My eleven-year-old brother told me about my parents once. My mother died giving birth to me and my father was gone long before that. I didn't think much of them since I've grown up to think of Joshua being my parent or if you prefer; my official guardian. Mother's last words were directed to Joshua while she weakly gave me to my older brother, "Joshua...you've been a good boy...your whole life...I know you'll grow up to be a...wonderful man...and have a lovely family...but...I need you...to take good...care...of Rosette for me..." Her eyes closed and Joshua knew that she was gone forever. Joshua did what mother requested of him though. He was forced to get a job so that he could buy foods and supplies for the both of us. It worked out for the first six years of my life.

I guess it was too much strain on him, because on the day after my sixth birthday, he walked me hand in hand to an orphanage. Seventh Bell was big, but practically any home would be bigger to the house we currently lived in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Joshua had kneeled down to my eyelevel and turn me around with his hands on my shoulders. He was crying. "I'm so, so sorry my dear, little Rosette. It's just...it's just I can't do this anymore." He made a sniffling noise and took the end of his sleeve; wiping hastily at his now puffy, red eyes. "A...man...came to me and offered me a job and a home. He told me to send you here while I work at this job. He told me you would be safer here while I work. I believe that I can quit this job in four years. Then I'll be able to come back and buy us a house and we can live there...together." He sniffed again. "We must be strong, Rosette, so don't start crying." More tears poured down my brother's tense face as he choked out the rest of his words to me. "I promise you, in four years I'll be back." He stood up and walked away from me backwards before something or someone flew down to pull him away.

That was the last I saw of him. It took me awhile to register the fact that he wouldn't be coming back. I don't know when, but eventually, I started crying. My tears soon turned into screaming. I didn't stop when I saw an elderly woman through my blurry eyes come to me through the door of the orphanage. She asked me a question and the only response I gave her was screaming louder, so she began to shake me. I lowered my screams to an occasional whimper. She asked for my name in a harsh tone, when I didn't answer she smacked me on the side of my small face. I started crying again when she roughly pulled me inside of the Seventh Bell Orphanage and threw me onto the boarded floors. Around me, children stumbled out of their rooms sleepily staring down at the cowering blonde girl on the ground. I stared at them, almost pleadingly, for them to help me. None of them did as they watched the supposed headmistress yell at me. I didn't know what I had done to make her do so. Did I do something bad or was she just an abusive caretaker? I was used to abuse.

My brother was gone at work when a man with tired eyes and a dull smirk came into our home and began to chase after me. From the looks of it, he was drunk. He finally caught me in his big hands and held my little ones before his face. At the time, I had no clue what rape was. I looked down with scared yet curious eyes as he pulled down his pants and struggled to take my own clothes off. I started to scream when I didn't like what he was doing. He let out a drunken laugh as his glazed over eyes stared down at my now bare chest. I never knew what he was going to do next, but I have a faint idea on what he'd do, I heard a second pair of feet enter my home then a scream of my name. The drunken man slumbered forward and fell onto me, his weight crushing me.

I went into hysterics when I saw that my savior was Joshua. He rolled the man off of me and glared at him with an intense rage. If only looks could kill. The man awoke and let out a fierce growl as he, almost lazily, swung his arm out to punch Joshua. I don't know how, but Joshua caught it and with a sickening crunch, the man let out a scream. He fell on his knees and favored his right hand as he swung his left one out. Joshua caught that hand too. At first, I thought time had stopped until Joshua let out a scream and twisted the man's arm around to his back and broke it. The man cried out as Joshua did so. He left our home right after Joshua let go. My older brother gave one last glare at the man before taking a big breath of air and letting it out slowly, he turned to me with his now gentle, peaceful gaze. Joshua knelt slowly down besides my trembling body and lured me into a hug. I didn't resist his hug at all, I needed comfort, I needed reassurance, and I needed him. Joshua cradled me against his chest and sang a song in which I would remember for the rest of my life. Israfel. I sobbed gently as he rocked back and fourth singing to my shaken form.

And that's what I did now. As I cowered away from the raging headmistress, I sang that same song that Joshua from that point forward would sing to me. The headmistress grew silent as she and the other children listened to my tense, premature voice croak out the words to the song that my dear brother and I shared. Later on through the night, the caretaker agreed to take me in on only one condition, I would take care of the chores that needed to be done at Seventh Bell. She treated the other kids with tender care and love, but for some reason she despised me. It went on like this for nine months until a person I came to love with all my heart came to do his usual routine check at the orphanage. I woke up one morning in Ms. Garrison's, the headmistress's, hands. I asked what she was doing, but she favored me with her usual glare and dragged me into her own room and tore off my sorry excuse for clothes, shoving them into a nearby garbage can. She then pushed me into her personal bathroom and began to bathe me. At first, I thought she had warmed up to me, but she began to tell me her reason for doing this. "Listen well, Girl." She started off . Girl...that's the name she gave me for the past months. Everyone within Seventh Bell called me it. I hated it. "A priest from the Order has come. He runs a course of coming once a year to look for young, willing children who will join him and come back to the Order. That's how it works and with hope he will come and take you." She poured a bucket full of icy, cold water over my head, before she yanked me out and dried me. "Please Ms., what exactly does he do with the children?" I had asked with the best respect I could give. She thought for a moment before answering my question. "He takes them to become servants of God. If your lucky, I heard he would train them to become exorcists." My eyes widened slightly. "Do you mean the ones who hunt and kill demons and ghosts and spirits, Ms?" She nodded before taking my small hand and setting me up onto her bed.

Ms. Garrison opened up her wardrobe and began to rummage through it. After a few minutes of that, she pulled out a pink coat with black buttons on it, a white-laced shirt, and a pale green dress and from the looks of it, they were my size. "These used to be my daughters before she died in a horrible fire." Ms. Garrison said softly. I nodded and let her dress me as I thought about the priest that would be arriving shortly. A boy by the name of Joey, glared at me as Ms. Garrison walked me down to the living room. He didn't say anything, but I knew he wanted to and would if given the chance. All of the kids from the orphanage were lined up from the door vertically in a straight line; I took my place at the end of the line. Ms. Garrison placed on her best smile when we all heard a soft knock on the wooden door.

"Greetings, Yuan. Nice to see you again." Ms. Garrison said softly to a figure wearing a hat. It seemed as if the room lit up with a shower of golden light as the man walked through the open door. He was wearing a hat with a golden layer of fabric going around it. The hat lay upon a layer of nice blonde hair that never seemed to move. He had a brilliant smile placed onto his smooth face with his gentle blue eyes giving everyone a feeling of comfort. Underneath his neck, he had on the usual clothing of priests, except it was blue instead of black. On his shoulders were golden bindings and had a simple pair of white gloves. His shirt underneath was barely visible as was the belt he had atop of his pants. "Hello again, Ms. Garrison." He kept on his smile as he looked around the room, his eyes landing onto me. He gave a small nod and took his eyes off of my frozen body onto the first child in the row. The boy froze as he stared up at the priest, his eyes not moving from his body. The priest by the name of Yuan, nodded and went to the next child...and to the next child...and the next and the next, until he finally came upon my small, frail form. I felt my heart beat in my chest as my breathing quickened. This man gave off the aura in which a parent would to their wounded child. He stared at me, blue eyes meeting blue, before he knelt down and began to examine my body.

I gave a confused look as he lifted up my arm and patted it. His eyes shimmered as he lifted up his right index finger to move my bangs out of my eyes. "Hello...may I ask your name?" He said slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I saw Ms. Garrison straighten up on her feet, I never had told anybody here at Seventh Bell my name. "M-my name...?" I whispered hoarsely; Yuan nodded gently, his smile never leaving his face. I hadn't heard my name being used in so long, I was afraid I would have forgotten, but I surprisingly whispered it out. "I'm sorry, would you repeat that?" He asked with a gentle grace. My eyes shimmered as I gulped down. I was never the type of person who cared about what people thought of me, but I was starting to feel that now. "...Rosette...Christopher, Sir..." I said again more louder. Ms. Garrison's stern eyes softened a bit as she heard my name being said. Yuan nodded and placed a hand on my head and rubbed it. "Ms. Garrison. I think I have the one." He said to the caretaker before turning back to me. "Little, Rosette. I will be back in one week. I want you to be ready for me, okay?" I nodded almost eagerly. He turned his back on me, his smile slowly disappearing from his face as he stopped at Ms. Garrison's presence. Not facing her, he spoke almost too softly for us to hear. "Ms. Garrison, if any harm comes to her, I will hold you personally responsible." And with that, he turned and gave one last wave, before he left. The children turned to stare at me, but I didn't care, I waved back to the priest known as Yuan until Ms. Garrison slammed the door shut.

Everyone left the room, leaving me alone. Over the following week, Ms. Garrison hadn't spoken to me. And I was shocked too. She would usually nag to me about not cleaning the kitchen well enough, or the bushes had to be trimmed perfectly. But I hadn't had to do a single thing all week long. I think Yuan's words scared her, so that was why she had left me alone. I was a little glad, but I found it lonely, not having anyone to speak to. I sighed as I sat on the swing set outside of Seventh Bell, awaiting Yuan's arrival to take me away. I drew on a piece of paper on my lap as I imagined Yuan being my knight in shinning armor coming to take me away from the terrifying step mother. But I stopped when I came upon the thought of what would happen if where he took me was worse then the orphanage I stayed at now? I dismissed the thought and continued to draw a picture of Joshua. Sure it wasn't good, but hey, I was six. I gasped when I felt a hand squeeze lightly on my shoulder. "Who's that?" I looked up behind me to see Yuan staring down at my picture. "I-It's my older brother, Sir. His name is Joshua. See?" I underlined his name on my paper with the pencil. Yuan grinned. "Yes, I see. Are you ready?" He looked around. "Do you have your stuff?" He asked, a look of concern on his face. "Nah-uh. Ms. Garrison never gave me anything...except for these." I pointed to my new clothes that Ms. Garrison had given to me. Yuan frowned, but smiled once more. "We'll change that soon. Common. Say goodbye to your friends and we'll be on our way." I frowned and shook my head slowly. "I have not any friends here, Sir. So if you please, can we...go?" I said quietly, sadness in my voice. Yuan nodded. "If that is what you wish." He held the door open for me as I clambered into the backseat of the car.

Yuan bent forward and buckled the seat belt for me as I kept grinning. A few kids in the orphanage came out and watched as Yuan got into the front seat and drove off. I looked back to watch as Seventh Bell slowly disappeared. While Yuan concentrated on driving, I hummed to myself the tune to Israfel, finishing off the picture of Joshua. Yuan looked up into the rear view mirror without moving his head to watch my actions. "Do you like that song?" Yuan spoke out, I nodded in one swift motion. "Joshua and I would sing it together at nights!" I said excitedly. Nobody ever wanted to know about me besides Joshua and I was only too happy to tell Yuan. "A friend of mine knew that song and taught it to me. She loved that song so much." Yuan frowned as his mind flashed back to the time when he was no older than fifteen. A beautiful girl was seated on a wooden chair with the young Yuan sitting on his knees listening eagerly to the long, blonde haired girl sing the soothing melody that floated through the air, causing any one nearby to stop what they were doing and listen. Yuan snapped back into the present time to hear what I was asking. "What was her name, Sir?" Yuan put his smile back on his face as he slowed the car to a stop. "Please, you may call me Remington or Father. People call me Sir when they want to deal with business or are upset with me." He grimaced and stepped out of the car helping me out. I laughed gently as I grasped his offered hand and hung on when he pulled me out. "Kay, Remington, what's her name?" I repeated, sweetly wrapping my hands around the other. I saw a brief sign of sadness, but it was gone as soon as it came. "Well, little Rosette, since you want to know so badly, her name was Mary." He held onto my hand as we stepped out of the parking lot where Remington parked his car and onto the soft, green grass, only the two of us were outside as we walked towards a big building ahead of us.

"No last name?" I asked, staring up at Remington's now disturbed face. "You sure ask a lot of questions, don't you?" He chuckled lightly, not answering my question. "Ms. Garrison didn't allow me to ask questions back at the orphanage. I'm only too happy to be able to now." I looked at Remington's hand wrapped tightly around mine as we stepped off the grass and onto the cement walkway leading to the building with a fountain in the middle of it. "Whoever said you could ask questions?" Remington teased as a look of fear crossed my face. "I...can't...ask questions?" He squeezed my hand lightly. "Of course you can, I was only kidding. Asking questions help you learn and here at the Order, learning is everything." We kept on walking towards the building, which I guessed, was the main one. I nodded after hearing his words, looking around at my surroundings. There were many buildings here at the Order, a little too many for my liking. A person could get easily lost here. A person like me. I don't know how, but a building nearest to the end of the protective boundaries caught my attention. I flicked my head back to stare at it as an eerie silence surrounded me.

Something about that building made a cold chill go down my spine as I got the feeling that the building held something very important within its stonewalls. "Find something to your liking, little Rosette?" Remington's voice rang out and broke the spell that the building had cast on to me. "Huh?" I forced my eyes off the building onto Remington's warm smile. "Nothing. Come. Sister Kate is expecting us." Remington gave a soft tug on my hand as I tried my best to keep up with his long strides, my eyes staring at the building one last time before we entered the main building. "Is she nice?" I asked, thinking back to Ms. Garrison. "She has her moments, she's a very stern woman, but I wouldn't worry too much about it." Remington grimaced. I nodded as we stopped in front of a nicely framed, wooden door. "Just act natural, little Rosette, I'm sure she'll like you." Remington pushed the door open slowly as I positioned myself behind him, holding on tightly to his left pant leg. "Knock, Knock." Remington said, looking into the room. "Hello, Father Remington. Did you retrieve the girl?" Sister Kate wore the black habit symbolizing she was a high ranking nun and a simple pair of glasses rested on her nose. I peered out form behind Remington's leg to see Sister Kate more clearly. "Girl? Oh, you mean, little Rosette." Remington looked behind himself to see my face staring right back at him. "That's your cue." He stepped to the side and gave me a soft shove as he walked forward to lean up against the big, glass windows that were behind Sister Kate's desk. The sister smiled as I trembled slightly. "Hello, Rosette. I, as you probably already know, am Sister Kate." She folded her hands around each other on top of her desk. "Tell me, how old are you Rosette?" I stared at her head, instead of answering her questions; I asked my own. "Why do you wear that goofy hat?" Sister Kate gasped as Remington chuckled lightly. "This is a nun's hat, I have to wear it." She smiled again, regaining her composure. I smiled back and asked her another, folding my arms across my chest. "Alright then. How old are you, Sister Kate?" I cocked an eyebrow up at Sister Kate as she coughed. Remington looked at Sister Kate, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Actually, how old are you, Sister?" He laughed again as Sister Kate threw her feathered pen at him, hitting him directly above the forehead. "Father Remington! Act your age!" Remington cleared his throat and looked down at the floor. "Now, Rosette, I'll be the one asking the questions here so please try to behave yourself." I sighed and went through with her interrogation. After all her questions were answered, Remington met up with me outside of her office.

"So what do you think of her?" He asked me. I smiled. "I kind of like her! ...She is strict, but she'll loosen up sooner or later!" Things went on like that for a while. Everything was peaceful, not at all like my life before I met Father Remington. I owed him a lot for changing my life. I started going to school here at the Order and I met three good friends. Claire was a quiet person, who was very intelligent. Her first words to me were, "Are you lost?" Which was true, because I was lost. Then there was Mary. She seemed like the brain dead, dumb blonde type of person. Her first words to me were, "Can you pass the gravy?" Anna was last. She was a stubborn, nosy, snot face, but I liked her in the end. Her words weren't as priceless as the other two's. "Exactly who do you think you are, you little brat!" I went on with my classes through out the day, stopping at the breaks to talk to Mary, Anna, and Claire or to get something to eat. But at nights were my favorite. Remington held me in high favor I guess, because he would come to my room, shut the windows, tuck me in, and sing with me the song of Israfel. He acted fatherly towards me, so that's why I've grown to think of him as my new parent. This was how things were for three years. I would wake up and go to my studies and come back at night to sing with Remington. I'd occasionally think of Joshua, but he wasn't exactly on my mind. He told me he'd come back for me in four years, so I trusted him to do so. I knew he would. Remington was the only one who knew about Joshua, nobody else. I trusted him best among all others. I trusted that he wouldn't abandon me. I knew he wouldn't. I loved my days at the Order. Remington even told me that he could probably get me to join the militia when I was old enough! I couldn't wait for that. Everything was going so well...until I met him.

"Wake up, Rosette!" Anna tug hard on my foot, as my eyes jolted wide open.

"Leave me be!" I screamed at Anna, holding onto the railings of the bed; determined to not let Anna win our daily morning fights. Anna would come in, wake me up and try to get out of bed and into the shower by five minutes past the hour. It would seem as if I would win this round.

"Nooo!" Anna cried as my alarm clock went off, signaling that it was five minutes past seven. "You may have won this round, but I'll be back!" Anna made wiggling movements with her fingers and crept out of my room like a shadow, laughing wickedly as she did so.

"Gees...Anna's getting worse and worse..." I grumbled out, as I almost lazily got out of bed and made my way to my bathroom to take a shower. I deem that this might be a good day after all, besides the fact that I had woken up a little too early for my liking.
Remington had told me for a nine year old, I was pretty smart. I told that to Anna and she got jealous. She's been like a fly seeing light to him. "Hey! Father! Am I smart too?" or "I bet I am so much smarter than Rosette!" True. I did have my blonde moments, but other than that, I thought I was pretty smart. I've grown up to face the fact that danger was all around us and if you are in a dangerous position, to move on with extreme caution.

Once I got out of the shower, I put toothpaste on my toothbrush and began to cleanse my teeth.

It's been three years since I left Seventh Bell. In about six more months, Joshua would be free to find me. But I didn't know what to do. I liked it here. Perhaps I could convince Joshua to stay here with me? And then after my duty here is done, we could find a house and live in together. But...what if he had forgotten me? I hadn't forgotten him, but what if he had forgotten me? What would I do? I'd probably search for him then. How old was he now? I was six when he left me at Seventh Bell and he was eleven. Now that I'm nine he must be...fourteen years old. He was a teenager now!

I spat out the nasty taste of mint out of my mouth and into the sink as I looked through the fogged up mirror at my teeth.

I wonder if his employer put on a birthday party for Joshua when his birthdays came around? I know for sure that Joshua would have parties for me. Remington even gave me birthday parties here! So, would Joshua have the same? He must be horribly upset if he didn't or couldn't. But...since I couldn't give him parties for the first part of my life, he must be used to it then. I know, as soon as he finds me, I'll give him a birthday party for all the years that he had missed.

I stepped out of the bathroom and changed into my uniform. We were required to wear uniforms here at the Order. It was a shame to. I missed having to wear pants all the time, but it was for the better, I guess.

"Hurry up, Rosette! We're already late!" Anna shouted while passing my door on the way to the cafeteria.

I sighed. Anna, my walking living alarm clock. I laughed silently at my advertisement as I hurried after Anna. "I am not late! You're the late one!" I shouted as I ran past her.

She let out a furious scream as she ran after me, shouting all types of threats. Mary was just walking out her door when she saw me run past her.

"Good morning Rosette!" She said to my already far off figure. Then Anna rammed into Mary, sending the both of them flying into the air. Mary screamed as she landed onto the floor as Anna just grunted and sprung to her feet chasing after me again. "...Morning...Anna..." Mary coughed out.

"No you don't, Rosette Christopher!" Anna shouted, already on the heels of my shoes.

I looked back to see her determined face and screamed as she jumped out into the air, landing onto me. We tumbled and rolled on the ground, bursting through the cafeteria doors and winded up in a big dog pile on the ground. "Gee, Anna. I didn't think you would that it that seriously!"

Anna grinned as she leapt off me, acting undistinguished to the staring nuns around us. She raised her hands above her head as she stretched out, I slowly getting to my feet. "It's all in a day's work!" Anna said, probably proud of her work.

I sighed as I got my breakfast and sat down at my usual table with Mary, Anna, and Claire. I ate quietly, much like Claire, as Mary and Anna jabbered off. I wasn't one to talk too much. Back then, I would be punished. But I did talk when what I had to say had to be heard.

After breakfast, I left my tray on the table and grabbed my book bag and headed off towards my first class. I walked at sturdy pace, but something caught my attention. I looked over and found myself staring at the same building I had seen three years ago. A little while ago, I learned that an old man called 'The Elder' lived there; creating all kinds of new guns and weapons used to destroy creatures of darkness. I hadn't paid much attention to the building before now, but this time. This time I had to see what was in it.

I walked a little ways forward and came upon the dried up water fountain. I looked around, making sure no was watching. Once it was clear, I gently placed my precious book bag on the side of the cracked walls of the empty fountain and wandered off towards the building, making sure to anybody who did see me, that it looked as if I had a important destination that I needed to go to.

Which was partly true. This was an important destination. From time to time, I'd find myself staring out of my classroom's windows and stare at the building. I know that it hid something important in it. I just know it!

My quick paced walk turned into a run. "Curiosity killed the cat, but luckily for me, I'm not a cat!" I breathed out, almost to my mysterious building.

I saw a group of nuns walk out of the main building and I ran harder. No one would stop me from my destination! No one! I grinned as I was almost there, then...

BAM!

"Wahhh!" I cried out as I rammed into a stone hard object and landed on the ground with a hard thud onto my butt. Tears threatened to spill out as I rubbed my bum and groaned, until I felt a hand grab a hold of my shoulders, pulling me up. I looked through my blurry gaze to see the face of a certain blonde haired man. I cheered up instantly when I saw who it was. "Remington!"

Father Remington grinned down at me, considering the fact that I was still a good three feet smaller than him. "Aren't you supposed to be in your classes?" He said, a look of adventure edging onto his features.

I nodded, but ignored my nagging conscience screaming out that he knew what I was up to. "Yeah, but...umm...but..." I saw a piece of lined paper with a signature on it. What luck! "But I was sent by..." I quickly bent down onto the ground and read the piece of paper with the name on it. "By...Father Remington?" I looked up at the still grinning Remington, a look of confusion on my face.

"Yep. You better go and pick up my supplies from Elder's hut before I get mad." Remington said, a hint of mystery and knowing in his voice.

"But...But...Okay then..." I walked past Remington, still confused. So he knew I wanted to go there, but when had he-wait...he must have dropped the paper with his own signature on it for me to use so that I could..."Thanks Remington!" I shouted back at him as I continued my running pace towards the building.

Remington waved after Rosette, a slight frown edging onto his normally happy face. I swear, that girl...I hope she knows what she's doing... He looked around the courtyard and after seeing Rosette open the door to Elder's hut and closing it, he followed her tracks.

I surprisingly found that the door to the so-called Elder's hut; was open. You'd think if a place held something very important inside of it, it would be locked! I frowned as I walked into the dark room and coughed as soon as I did. "Ack! This place is absolutely covered in dust!"

I blindly placed my hands onto the wall closest to me and began to feel around for a light switch of some sort. After a good deal of searching and finding one, I flicked it on, but gasped as soon as I did.

The inside of the hut was surrounded with weapons, charms, curses, needles, chemicals, pots and pans, horns, so on. It was as if this 'Elder' was like an ancient magician who cast spells into a big cauldron of his.

In the hut there were also two big, long tables holding all of the objects that I had seen in the middle of the room and then a door leading to another room.

I carefully sidestepped around the tables holding the objects on them, my caution senses exploding. From this point forward, I'd have to proceed with extreme caution. I backed up against the door that I saw and looked out the windows, but found that I couldn't.

They were either covered with major dust or were being covered up by some sort of black fabric. A darn shame too. This place really needed some light in it.

I felt behind me the doorknob jab into the right side of my back as I slowly turned around and pulled it open. I sighed in disappointment when I saw that it was only a bedroom for someone. This place was creepy, but it held nothing of interest for me. I closed the door in shame, my eyes staring down at the ground, but that stopped me in my tracks.

Maybe this little adventure wouldn't turn out to be a fraud after all...for what I saw on the ground was a ringed door handle, which probably led to an underground passageway!

My mind mentally screamed out with joy as I got onto my hands and knees. It looked like one of the tables were on top of it, causing it to give the person trying to get down into the hidden chamber, grief. Which it was giving me right now.

I took a deep breath and with all my might, pushed on the table, making it move a few inches. I took another deep breath and pushed again, this time it moved a lot farther, making me able to open the ground doorway.

I lent against the table to catch my breath and grinned when I was ready. I stood up and bent down, pulling the ringed door handle up, reveling complete and utter darkness. I groaned as I looked around on top of the tables for an object that could unleash light. I clapped my hands when I saw a candle and a matchbox near one another.

I carefully lit a match on the side of the matchbox and lit the candle, throwing the match down into the hole of darkness. It didn't go too far down, more like three feet. The match blared fiercely until it too descended into darkness.

Letting out a huff, I held the candle carefully by its handle and lowered myself down into the hole. I stood up and looked at the floor around me. It was about up to my pelvis. I grinned as I sat down, my head barely managing to fit in the hole, so my head was about an inch off the normal ground level.

I bent my head slowly down and reached up; grabbing a hold of the hidden passage's door and shutting it. If not for the candle, I would be completely covered in darkness.

Ahead of me there was a long, narrow, small passage that I could only cross if I crawled. And that's what I did. I moved out of my sitting position and onto my elbows as I began to slither down the pathway. This was so exciting! I could actually feel my heart beat from the rush of excitement as I continued crawling.

It would seem as if this passage would keep going on and on forever, but after a good ten minutes of crawling, my hopes were not disappointed. I peeked my head out of the hole I was in and realized that there was a bigger room in here.

I pulled the arm holding onto the candle out of the hole and lifted it in front of me, carefully waving it around. Yes. This room was definitely bigger, big enough that I could stand in it.

I pushed myself out of the hole and landed onto the floor with a soft thump as I winced from the compact of the fall. My excitement was starting to wear off when a newly found fear entered my body. My hands were trembling from the cold. Maybe it wasn't the cold? Maybe I was just scared?

Then I realized, it was the cold! It felt as if it was winter in here! I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around one another, trying to keep my body warm. I moved the candle closer to my body, still trying to get warm.

I thought about why I was scared. Was it that, I was scared about trying to go back and not being able to? Or was it that, I felt as if I was not alone in this hidden chamber?

I moved the candle away from me, shaking slightly, and moved it ahead of me and walking on. There was yet another passage and this time, I didn't have to crawl. I walked down it, still wondering what could possibly be down here.

Remington opened the door and peered into the room. The hut had its lights on and a table was slightly moved to the side. He walked into the hut and continued walking around the room, searching for where Rosette could be. Nowhere, she was nowhere within the current level he was in.

He looked down and saw why the table was moved to the side and gasped. She couldn't have...Darn it! Remington cursed mentally in his head, throwing open the door to the hidden chambers and going down headfirst, determined to reclaim Rosette.

I shouldn't have let her go here...Sister Kate is going to have a field day just lecturing me about not letting children get away with their little curious minds. But, it's not my fault, not completely anyways, how should I have known she had known about the chamber? I thought she was here to still a gun or something of the sort!

Remington mentally argued with himself, crawling even faster once he felt the floor and walls he was crawling on; start to tremble.

I stopped when I came upon a wall. Was it...a dead end? Because I sure as heck hadn't came all this way to just come upon a dead end and go back where I came from, just because of a stupid wall!

My eyes scanned around the lighted areas of the wall, searching for something, anything, that would clue to another doorway of the sort; until she found it. "Bingo..." I whispered to myself as I looked at a disoriented brick sticking out among the other normal looking bricks on the wall.

I lowered myself to it and pressed my cold, chilled hand onto it; looking to see if it'll pull open or have to be pushed. It would seem as if it had to be pushed. I began to push hard on the brick, until it slid back into its correct place on the brick wall.

"Oh great! I just fixed the thing!" I said out loud, angered when it didn't do anything. But my anger disappeared when my hand upon the wall, felt it tremble.

I took a big step back as the walls started to clear an opening. I looked around the room and cautiously took one step in and as soon as I had done so, the walls began to close. I moved away from the walls, towards the room that had just previously been opened as they slammed shut.

"Oh shoot..." I said silently, looking at the now normal walls. I felt my eyes tremor with tears as one slid down my face. I was trapped here. I held the candle before my face and began to look for an exit anyways, even though I knew that it was probably futile.

This was going nowhere! And my candle was beginning to run out of wax. I looked around again and spotted something shiny. I curiously moved towards it and grabbed what looked like a key. A key? If there was a key here...then there must be a door!

I stood up quickly and begun to look around; and then I found it. There was a metal door with two small crosses at the bottom of it. From my classes, I learned that these types of crosses were called Barrier Crosses and they were mostly used for...containing evil...

I shivered. This was not good. Every cell in my body screamed for me to stop, but I didn't. I took a small step forward and with my trembling hand, knocked out one of the crosses, sending the whole barrier down with a simple click.

Things grew deadly silent then, my heart pounding hard in my body. This was it. No turning back now. My hand fingered the key as I forced it into the lock, twisting it as soon as I got it in.

I felt my stomach churn as I pushed the door open, my newly found key still in it. "H-hello?" Just to be safe I added some words in. "I'm...here to help you...if...that is...you need to be helped..." I trembled again, as soon as the door was all the way opened, I felt as if someone was watching me...

"Rosette!"

I screamed and twirled around, looking for the source of the noise.

"It's me! Remington! Can you hear me? Are you there?"

Remington, thank God. "R-Remington! I'm here! ...I'm trapped!" I squealed out with my hoarse voice, my body starting some serious trembling.

"Blast! Hang on, Rosette!" There was some moving noises. "Darn! It can only be opened from your way, Rosette! See if you could find the same brick you used to get in there!"

I nodded, turning back to face the dark room. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you." I said feeling a sudden flare of sadness burn in my chest.

Then suddenly, my candle went out.

The sadness disappeared as my eyes darted around the pitch-black room, running backwards against the wall and cowering in a corner. Darkness always scared me, I always thought that once I was in it, I could never get out.

I couldn't see, but I felt it, someone was definitely in here. It felt as if a shadow had come alive, once the light disappeared. I closed my eyes as I felt gliding movements slide over my arm and then suddenly, it stopped.

I looked up, squinting my eyes, begging for light to decant into the room. I heard Remington yelling in the other room, screaming for me to answer him, but I didn't, I couldn't answer. I had lost my voice from the fear.

A sudden hard tone hissing sound filled the room as the movements started again, I felt something grab a hold of my foot as I screamed again. It started to haul me back into the dark room the thing had came out of!

My voice suddenly came back to life, I screamed as high as my lungs would let me as I heard the creature hissed louder from the pain in its ears. There was suddenly a freeze in time, as a bright light lit up the room.

My already open eyes looked down to my feet as I only saw a glimpse of red eyes and a black figure. But as soon as the light reached us, the figure screamed in furry and flung itself back into its imprisonment.

I tore my eyes off of the creature and looked over to see Remington with an ominous look on his face his eyes flashing with rage and hatred as the golden beam of light took form from a crucifix in Remington's hand. "Be gone beast from Hell!" Remington said in a deep and fearsome voice.

I crawled back into my corner as Remington dashed forward and shut the door, taking out the key and throwing it onto the ground. He took his stern eyes off the door and placed gentle ones onto my trembling body. "Why?" He hoarsely whispered.

Tears flew down my cheeks. "I-I...I don't know!" Remington bent down to my body and took me into his arms, rocking back in fourth slowly, cooing to my spoken body. "I don't know!"

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! And yes, Joshua is older than Rosette in this story! I deem this as an Alternate Universe! Also, review on your way out and ask me all your questions! Not much changed from the original version of, "Until Death, Do We Part?" but I fixed some grammar errors…hehe…Curse those bloody grammar errors! Chapter two will come out soon! I just have to fix that up a little…See ya'll then!