Hi ya'll! Sorry for so long of a wait. I just had like a big, BIG spasm of writer's block...It hurt...Anyways, a shout to all the wonderful reviewers!
To Ellie: Hey! Sorry I haven't emailed you! Yahoo is down and I can't subscribe to anything else yet! Yes, I sadly love Baal. dies
To Cyber-Undead: Thank you so much for the full review! I really need it. Yes, my grammar sux. I do actually write better I'm just lazy. :P
To KatzGoMoo: Thanx for being so much of a 'fan' to my 'fic'...hehe. I do feel sorry for you though if you check everyday, cause I'm lazy...heh...
To Kyra: Yes. I see you! I SEEYOU! Yeah, Ms.Anonymous. :P Good luck w/ your Draw/Painting homework!
Disclaimer: No! Don't ask me! I do not own the great works of Blizzard and Squaresoft. Enough said. Now on with the story!
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-The imp returns to the stage saying, "Yo, kupo. We're back, kupo."-
Just a few minutes after Azmodan had flown away- Belial disappearing in a flash of smoke shortly after- the Prime Evils arrive faster than the greatest athlete could ever achieve, with Baal in the lead since of his main powers consisted of lightning (in fact, if you stuck one of his vines into an electric outlet socket, you'd have a lifetime supply of electricity for your house, free-of-charge.)
They had come because Mephisto had sensed an ill disturbance in the neighborhood that could only have signified the arrival of the treacherous warlords. When they get to the building, it lay in a smoldering pile of ruins, the remains of the roof slanted atop it like the fallen crest of a great, dying beast. Upon closer inspection, Brian notices that little Selena is crying her eyes out on the curbside.
"Wahh! Now I don' have anymo'...sniff...sista's to torture..."
"Selena. What happened?"
"Brainyhead?" she says, looking up at the approaching demons. "Wahh! HetookmasistaandIwannasaveherandhewasallscaryandbigandhewaslike"Roar!"andIwassoscaredbutIranafterhimanywayandIcouldn'tcatchhim!!!!!" she says rapidly.
"Uh...sure," he says, baffled.
"Hmm. It sounds as like our old friends, Azmodan and Belial," Melvin says darkly. "Get her. We're leaving."
"Which way did they go Selena?" asks Derek.
Sniffling, she points the way as Brian hesitantly picks her up. She squirms in his arms a little but does not try to cause physical harm to him with sharp objects as she would've done under normal circumstances.
"Okay then. We'll deliver the child home first and then go after them," says the priest.
"No! I wanna go too! Ish my sista'!"
"But-"
"Aww c'mon Mephy. She wants to come," the youngest of the brothers smiles.
"But she will discover our identity," Mephisto protests, "And do not call me that!"
"She won't tell anyone. Right Selena?"
The little child smiles cutely and rapidly nods her head.
"Fine," says the defeated demon.
In order to catch up to their otherworldly foes and to avoid being identified by the eyes of mortals, the exiled triumvirate shift into animal states that were designated to them from the beginning of time. Mephisto had become a large, glossy raven with two elongated, white feathers trailing from the back of his avian head. Baal became a slightly-larger-than-normal cobra with an intricate design on it's hood and fangs that held within them a corrosive poison. The youngest demon became a snow-white wolf with a glare that could kill thousands, Selena riding on his back. Under the aerial guidance of Mephisto, he rode down the streets while the serpent traveled subterranean-style, following the echoing footsteps of the canine.
And just about the time they stride into another neighborhood, an old lady, just staring out the window and settling down for some nice prune juice, sees them rush by the window, thinking to her lonesome, little self, 'My, my, my, the children of these generations, acting like hippies and freeing the animals again...'
-The moogle begins dancing randomly, saying, "Break dance kupo! The girls kupo."-
"Whoa. I feel like I'm captured or something'!"
"That's because you are captured Kyra..." Rika sighs as she tries to free her hands and ankles from thick rope binding her to a wooden stake like Kyra and Salem. The dark-haired one fidgets in her bonds while the other tries to gnaw her ties.
Their surroundings appear to be a dark cellar or basement with only barrels in disordered stacks and secretive mice for company. 'What the hell was that...that... thing that brought us here? What did I do in my life that made me end up here?' Rika thinks. Just before coming to this dreadful place, Rika could recall snippets of memory between her vague unconsciousness hinting of where they were. Upon landing, the creature had carried her and Salem under it's arms like large rag dolls and Kyra with it's muscular tail and had headed down an alley and it looked as if they were to enter an explicit dance club. But instead, the creature had turned to a wall opposite the club and stepped right through it. Then, her vision had failed her and she'd found herself awakening to the insane protests of Kyra.
Just then, a rat stumbles clumsily towards the foot of her stake. It's eyes are pupiless. It climbs up the wooden pole and begins strangely to chew at her bonds. And then it suddenly it hits her that this could be one of those imps, or 'squirrels' in Kyra's dictionary. Is isn't too hard to figure out that the little creatures could embody things, seeing as how Kyra couldn't grab one. She thinks, 'But why would it want it want to help me?'
The enigma of it's heroic act lingers with her as she is freed. It hops away, melting into the shadows along with it's kin as Rika rubs the soreness out of her wrist, then goes to help the other two. After quickly releasing them from the strangely tied ropes, all three begin to look for an opening or door of some sort, to no avail.
"How did you get out?" Salem asks Rika as they run their hands along the cool, stone walls for a secret lever or something along those lines.
"Did a giant white penguin come to whisk you away from the distasteful bondage of teenage marriage?" asks Kyra.
"What?!" Rika shouts.
"Hey, I think I hear movement on the other side of this wall." Salem places one side of her face on the wall, followed by the others. Together they hear distant shouts in a language that only Rika would recognize but the voices only faintly echo, like soft waves in a conch. Then, the girls instinctively pull away as the ground begins to tremble, the wooden barrels playing a macabre drum tune. It soon fades away into deafening silence.
Salem tries to stay calm. Instead of waiting out her impending doom in silence, she decides to break the ice.
"Well, you can tell this guy isn't your normal serial killer," she says.
"Yeah," Rika says, catching onto what she was trying to do. "What do you think he was? Er.. IT was?"
Kyra looks at them, seemingly sane at the moment. "Maybe it's like those weird dudes in Scooby Doo who dress like monsters cause they is smoking' something..." (Note: No. I don't own Scooby either. Ha! Caught ya there huh?)
"That's most likely it."
"What about the guys?" Rika says.
"I'm sure they'll find us when they come back from the city," Salem replies.
"Heh. I hope they didn't run into that nuthouse church."
"Yeah," says Salem. "They'd be pretty freaked out."
"H-Has any of them been acting strangely lately?"
"Er...no...Why?"
"N-nothing.." she looks away.
And then, a hand grabs Kyra through the wall...
-The imp coughs and looks at the audience, saying, "Intermission, kupo. The writer needs to do some mental pushups, kupo."-
-The moogle appears, it's pom-pom looking quite different now, saying, "And now back to the story kupo! Check out ma' 'fro pom-pom, kupo!"-
Kyra screams at the hand appearing through the wall, the rest of it's body coming through from the solid rock. And the she notices a familiar, white shirt and the face of her boyfriend appear, smiling at her.
"C'mon! We don't have much time," he says, ushering the girls through the now transparent wall. It is a strange feeling to walk right through a rock-composed mass. To Kyra, it was much like trying to hug a 'squirrel'. The same empty chill. The trio find themselves running down a series of long tunnels after Derek, who seemed to know the way out. It seems as if the walls are constantly shifting, and a passage to the blonde-haired closes off by itself, becoming a wall. She shudders.
They are grateful as they get out, breathing hard from trying to keep up with Derek, and finding themselves out in the same alley that Rika recognized. They ask him how he'd found them and he told them that he'd seen the perpetrator fly over here. He said he'd gone alone and that the two had gone off to see a few friends.
And in truth, those 'friends' had almost killed them...
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Okay then. Well that's it for now. Next time, I'll try to post more often...heh... Remember to vote for your fav character peeps! Here's the tally so far:
Salem: 2
Brian: 4
Selena: 1
Derek: 1
Kyra: 4
Rika: 3
Melvin: 2
Ciao!