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A/N: Haha… I finally don't leave you guys at a cliffhanger, and everyone thinks the story is over! Well, nice try. I thought about splitting this up into a sequel, but eh. It's really all meant to be one piece.

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Demon Hunters

Chapter 19: Trapped

"I don't like it here," Timid said, looking out at the jagged and rocky landscape that was Pax's mind. The sky was a dark grey that frothed with tumultuous storm clouds and the ground was comprised of treacherous rocks that formed sharp points that were painful to look at. Timid was cautiously perched on one of the less-jagged rocks, careful to avoid the points.

"Aw, stop complaining and do something about it," Brave snapped, tossing a rock off into the distance.

"What can we do?" Timid asked mournfully. She watched the rock skitter into a growing pile that was a few feet away.

"Let's think of a plan!" Happy suggested cheerfully.

Brave rolled her eyes. Happy might suggest thinking of a plan, but she would easily get distracted and forget all about it.

Happy looked thoughtful, and for a moment, Brave almost doubted her assessment of Happy. Then Happy spoke. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"

"Thinking isn't your strong suit, is it?" Brave sneered.

"Hey, it's not like you're any better," Happy said, giggling.

Brave had to grudgingly admit that it was true. Show her the enemy, and he was as good as gone. Give her something to fight, and she wouldn't back down unless she was dead. But a problem like this? She looked around restlessly, as though that would make a solid enemy appear that she could do something about. "What we need is to get out of here and find someone to fight."

Happy giggled again. "All you ever think about is fighting, isn't it?"

"It's better than not thinking at all," Brave grumbled. "But I guess you're right. We don't need to find an enemy. We need to find the others. Well, it doesn't matter, first things first: we need to get out of here."

Brave started walking, threading her way carefully around the pointed rocks.

"Be careful," Timid called out as loudly as she could, which is to say, she spoke in a normal tone.

Brave looked back, a little surprised. "Yeah. Don't worry." She grinned confidently. "I'm always careful."

"No, you're always brave!" Happy said, bursting into another fit of giggles.

Brave shook her head and continued walking. The spikes varied in size; some came up to her waist and some were at least twice her size. She winced as she stepped without looking and realized that some of the jagged rocks were just big enough to be stepped on.

She glanced down at her boot, wondering why Raven didn't wear some proper crime-fighting shoes, like Robin's steel-tipped boots. Those wouldn't have been cut up by a little bit of rock.

The sole was scratched, but it wasn't bad enough to get through too badly to her foot. She carefully chose her next step, and continued.

It wasn't so bad, now that she knew what to look out for. She edged around a thigh-high spike and slid past two that were so close together she had to suck in her stomach. The spikes were slanted, and all she had to do was step on the bases of the more slanted spikes to avoid those treacherous points.

After awhile, the spikes cleared out a little. The space between the spikes was a pale, chalky powder that seemed similar to charcoal. It crunched and slid under her feet. As Brave's foot slipped and she had to scramble to keep her footing, she realized that t was, in many ways, worse than the crowded spikes.

With a lot of cursing under her breath and a few close calls, she managed to make it past the charcoal pit without impaling herself. She found herself faced with another set of closely packed spikes.

With a sigh (this was nowhere near as satisfying as fighting an enemy face-to-face), she kept walking.

She heard voices in the distance. Finally, someone to fight. She picked up her pace, moving a little faster than was safe around the spikes. One voice was high pitched and the other was softer. She could just about make out what the high pitched one was saying…

"What if she never comes back?" the voice said.

Brave nearly skidded to a halt. Instead, she made her movements more cautious. She slunk behind the spikes, trying to keep hidden, just in case.

The whispering voice made some sort of reply, and the other one responded with a slight giggle.

Brave was beginning to have a bad feeling about this. She came around the last spike and saw two familiar figures perched on the rocks.

"You're back!" Happy squealed gleefully.

"Er. Yeah," Brave said, trying to ignore her mounting sense of disappointment. At least Happy was happy to see her. Not that that said all too much. But even Timid seemed relieved. Brave gave them both a smile, feeling that perhaps she was more important to this trio than anyone admitted.

"Well, this world seems to be circular. Maybe we can find another way out. It shouldn't be too hard," Brave said more confidently than she felt.

"What would we do once we got out?" Timid whispered. "She's out there."

"She divided us up because she knows that if we can't work together, we can't get out of this dump." Brave glared at Timid, who shrunk under her gaze. Even Happy seemed a little nonplussed. Brave sighed. "She knows that we won't get along."

"Maybe," Happy said with a smile. "We should prove her wrong."