Okay, I'm trying not to be lazy! Aren't you happy? I'm not! --gets whip lashed for not working-- Oww… Okay, okay. Slave-driver… OO Anyway, here's the next chappie! Don't forget to vote vote vote! And review! I'll hug you if you do! Anyway, please excuse the weirdness of this chapter as this story is only a practice thing in case I really want to write a novel. Pfft. As if THAT'LL ever happen. Anyway, (I need to stop saying 'anyway') this chapter was basically so I could practice my drama skills a bit… :P Please R&R! Now on to the reader acknowledgements!
To Katz-Go-Moo: Thankies for the review! Hehe. Wow, you've really been stalking my story huh? Hee! Yay! Anyway (Jeez!) I spelt Bryan that way cuz' that's how I want it spelt from now on til the end of time, but I'll keep it Brian. J Hm… You are are my only reviewer for the lasy chappie. --hands you a cookie-- Here ya' go!
Disclaimer: How many times do I hafta' tell ya! I have not any Blizzard material OR Squaresoft's moogles. Kupo!
OH YEAH!!! I finally got a scanner so now I can put up my drawings of the very hot Brian and me and everyone else in the story!! WHOO! Now…Where to put them… I'm obsessed.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--The moogle announces, "Ahem, kupo. A few days later kupo! It is now recorded day number 13, kupo! Salem and Derek's POVs kupo."--
The next three days of school had drawled on with the slow, torturous tendencies of all school days, being uneventful, save for the arrival of the three Prime Evils. Not like today. Salem was pleased and embarrassed at the same time when Brian instantly, yet hilariously, disposed of some punk who had shamelessly insulted her. Disposed of, via the means of the wonderful sport of toilet-dunking and 'swirlies'. Now he is forced to help out in the cafeteria.
During lunchtime, she stifles a laugh as she walks into the lunch line to buy some pizza, watching Brian, wearing a hair net, as he dolls out scoop-fulls of mashed potatoes in an annoyed and tedious manner. He also takes the time to glare at anyone who would dare comment about his new 'fashion'.
That was the positive side of the day. But that wasn't the only thing that happened today. Apparently there was something wrong with Kyra and Derek's relationship. 'Of course, it's always the relationships,' Salem thinks, emerging from her first classroom. From what she heard, Kyra was caught on a supposedly solo walk down one of the school corridors and then that jerk Brandon, whose old middle school photo clung to the fridge in her house, had tried to 'sweet talk' her into another relationship. And before she could even answer, Derek had up and left her for another girl… a dreaded cheerleader! Brandon, Kyra's ex-boyfriend, had tried to console her but she would have none of his lies. But this was only what she heard from gossip…
Salem sighs, now having to bear witness to yet another argument between Derek and Kyra, along with the new girl Amanda. Rika stands behind her as helpless as she.
"So what about Brandon?!" shouts Kyra, all hints of her insanity gone.
"Come on Derek," speaks up Amanda in her annoying, 'Miss Prissy' voice, tugging on Derek's sleeve. "She's not worth arguing with." 'Don't go. Don't go,' Derek thinks to himself, looking at the pained face of Kyra, her eyes sparkling with some kind of liquid. Derek reluctantly follows.
He could remember that painful kiss he had had to watch, that kiss between Kyra and that fool of a mortal. He recalls the strange muscle contractions as he thought, 'So, this is what sorrow feels like.' Yes. He watches this kiss replay over in his mind. He remembers how humans could only have one 'mate'… so why did she choose the other over him? He didn't know. This was all so confusing to him, he, a demon, fallen in love and having his heart broken. First he had wanted to kill this Brandon, but his brothers had told him of the consequences of that. Then he had wanted to destroy everything around him, being unable to deal with this new enemy, the enemy called Heartbreak. Now, he isn't too sure of what he wants to do. It is all too confusing and painful. Pain unlike any he'd ever felt before, nothing an angel nor mage nor demon could deliver. Just Kyra.
The kiss replays in his mind again as he is lead to class by the beautiful yet snotty Amanda. However, this was a kiss that Brandon had given without Kyra's consent. But Derek didn't know that…
--The imp walks up to the moogle, handing him a present while saying, "A gift for you kupo!" The moogle jumps up and down shouting, "Later kupo! Thanx, kupo!"--
Kyra hadn't known whether to cry or slap Derek silly. 'It wasn't my fault that Brandon had deliberately kissed me right then and there, even before I could say anything,' she thinks angrily, emotions conflicting within her. 'How did Brandon know just when Derek would see us together?' She shrugs, her mind shifting back to Derek. 'Well still, what's wrong with Derek? Why won't he even give me a chance to explain it to him? It's like he's never had a relationship before. I mean, with his looks like his, he's sure to have had a girlfriend…'
The thought lingers in her mind as she walks down a long corridor, it's walls lined with classroom doors and lockers. Just after Derek had appeared to relay the message to Kyra about his new girlfriend, Brandon had mysteriously snuck off as he had done right after their kiss. 'Strange,' Kyra thinks, walking further down the dim hallway.
Right now, it is lunch time and, instead of eating, Kyra had decided to take this time to wander the deserted halls for some time alone. The shadowed walls seem to close in around her, constricting her to this dark, concealed place. A shiver runs down her spine. 'What's wrong with me?' Kyra tries to calm her unsettled nerves. A skittering sound causes Kyra to glance to her left, but it is only the commotion of roaches in a garbage can. She shakes her, laughing uneasily. 'First, I wanted to cry my eyes out, then I wanted to beat the daylights out of Derek for not listening to me, and now I'm frightened, and about what?'
"What am I afraid of?" she says aloud, trying to drive away the eerie silence.
And that fear lapping at the back of her neck suddenly grows a voice.
"I don't suppose it would be me."
The frightening teenager swings her head around and sees her ex-boyfriend Brandon, standing only a few feet away, hands crossed. He grins, his eyes fixed on her like a falcon to a mouse.
"Look, Brandon-" Kyra tries to say, looking around for any school staff to come to save her.
"What's wrong Kyra?" he says with mock sympathy, his voice like dripping, poisonous chocolate. He takes a few steps forward and Kyra retreats back a few steps, keeping the void between them even. "Come on Kyra, it'll be just like old times. You and me."
"Brandon, it's over, okay?" It's been over."
"Oh no Kyra, it's far from over…"
-- The moogle opens the gift and it explodes, and he says "Owee kupo…." Meanwhile the imp had covered it's ears, saying "Later, later, kupo! He go boom kupo!"--
"Ah hah!" exclaims Hadriel walking into the church during the after-service hours. The grand, empty interior of the church echoes with his holy voice.
The other two angels look up from a one-sided game of chess, where Izual had knocked off most of Tyrael's pieces.
"Checkmate," Izual claims in a bored voice. Tyrael grunts. "Third game," the False Angel. The commanding angel hands a white chocolate bar to his victorious comrade.
"Oh boy. Angels that gamble," the withered priest mutters, walking by and shaking his head. "What is this world coming to…" The old, gray-haired priest mumbles, carrying a Bible, as he walks along the nave of the church while Hadriel walks in through the large door at it's end.
"What have you found?" asks Tyrael.
"Well, I've just confirmed that there is a document that described the retirement of a Derek, who's last name is still unknown, from a carnival that has reappeared in this area. And I have something else to show you. Follow me," says the gray-clad angel excitedly as he leads the two back to the priest's study quarters. Hadriel turns on the travel-size, portable TV resting in the corner of the room with a simple flick of the wrist. On it's face flashes a female news reporter.
"With political debates causing recent uprising in civil unrest, people of today are seeking new ways of releasing the tension of stress. Studies from health officials say that stress is harmful to the body, and studies have shown that the number one stress relief is recently religion. Currently rising through the ranks of priest popularity and finally giving faith to those that were faithless, is the newest preacher Melvin…"
"So.. what does this have to do with anything?" Izual says, getting nervous about Hadriel's discovery. If the Three were ever caught, it would mean the revealing of his alliance to them, plus the severe and unrelenting torture by the hands of the Prime Evils to any minion who had showed failure. He didn't want to be among those minions…
"Shhh… Just watch," says Hadriel.
"Appearing out of nowhere, Melvin's religious stature is rising at an astounding rate. Although this new priest is pointing his sermons in a whole new direction, he claims that the sole deity of his religion, this entity 'Mephisto'-"
'Crap,' thinks Izual.
"-although the name is believed to be a derision of Mephistopheles from the play by Goethe, or devil, he claims that he has achieved absolute solace in the name of his newfound religion. Just a few months ago, Melvin had temporarily resigned from his profession and is currently residing in a location unknown to the populace…"
"That guy's a false heathen," the old priest behind the angels says harshly from his desk.
"As I have thought," comments Hadriel.
"Excellent!" says Tyrael, getting up. "Now we know that Mephisto exists somewhere within this region."
"Thus meaning that the other Two would be somewhere near," Hadriel adds.
"But we must hurry, for if our greatest fears should come true, and the Three unite, the mortal plane shall be doomed…"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
More suspense! Haha! Yeah right… Oww, my hand. I need to get a life. Anyway (There I go saying it again!) I tried my best at drama. So poo. Here's the votes peeps! Hmmm… maybe I should start a vote on which guy (or girl) is the hottest!
Salem: 2
Brian: 4
Selena: 2
Derek: 2
Kyra: 4
Rika: 3
Melvin: 2
Tyrael: 0
Hadriel: 0
Izual: 0
Azmodan: 0
Belial: 0