An abandoned warehouse. Pretty nice place to meet someone. Anyway, what will happen next?

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CHRNO CRUSADE: PATH OF THE GREEN MILE

ACT TWO, SCENE TWO: THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE

The two men walked into the abandoned warehouse. It was full of broken crates, cobwebs and rats. An unsettling stench filled the air. John was hiding behind some crates. He didn't want Azmaria hurt so he stood quiet and waited for his chance. He overheard his conversations.

"Is he here yet?"

"Who knows? He's taking his dear sweet time, though."

Azmaria was panting hard. She didn't know what the men want with her.

"Hey. You can put her down now."

The man let go of Azmaria. She crashed with a loud thud.

"Oww…" she cried. "Who are you?"

"My name's Frankie. That's my brother, Joe. Although he ain't too bright."

"Isn't."

"Whatever."

"What do you want with me?" Azmaria asked.

"An old man is looking for a girl named Azmaria," Frankie said. "That's you. He said he'd paid anyone five thousand dollars for you."

"Hey, it isn't much, but we'll take anything," Joe said. "We'll just jack up the price when he gets here."

"Are you sure you gave him the right address?" Joe asked.

"Positive," Frankie replied. "I told him to meet us here."

"What would someone want to do with me?" Azmaria asked herself.

"You're not going to get away with this!" Azmaria yelled. "I won't let you!"

"Can you knock her out?" Frankie asked.

"We can't risk damaging the merchandise!" Joe said.

"Just do it!"

Joe knocked out Azmaria. She fell unconscious.

"There!" Joe said satisfyingly. "That outta do it!"

"Gentlemen…" said a voice.

"Whose's there?" Frankie said. "Come outta them shadows!"

A tall man in a dark coat appeared. His face covered by a scarf. He carried a black suitcase.

"What are you?" Frankie asked.

"A friend of yours."

"Who are ya?" Joe asked.

"Lord Ricardo sent me," he replied.

"I'm gonna ask again! Who are ya?"

"Viscount Lerajie. A…servant of lord Ricardo."

"Ricardo? The old guy?"

"Where is he?" Frankie asked.

"Not here. I'm here to provide the transaction."

"I'm guessing that's the money," Joe said, pointing to the suitcase.

"Yes and no…"

"How so?"

"You see, Lord Ricardo doesn't buy the things he wants. He takes them. And he wants that little girl!"

He opened the suitcase. Out of the suitcase, small bugs came out and began to rip the flesh out of Frankie and Joe. They yelled in pain. They ran out of the warehouse, and into the street. A car turned and struck them both.

"Hahahahaha! Stupid morals. How could you be so gullible? You really expect a devil to pay for a little girl?"

He turned to Azmaria.

"Now, to take you to your new home…"

John decided that this was his chance.

"Not so fast!" John said. "Azmaria is comin' with me!"

"Another one? I have no more bugs…so I guess I'll just kill you."

"Not if I kill you first!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"What's so funny?"

"How could you kill…what is already dead?"

He took off his scarf and coat to reveal a more sinister self.

"What are you?"

"I'm what you regard as, a devil."

"I can't take this guy on," John said. "He's the undead! But how…"

John saw a beam that was supporting the warehouse. It was very weak.

"Any last words, mortal?"

"Just two. Goodbye."

"That's only one."

"Shut up!"

John threw and girder to the weakened beam. The warehouse started to crumble. He picked up Azmaria. As he left, he could hear Vicsount Lerajie yelling.

"Mark my words, mortal and mark them well. I have survived your predecessors and I will survive you!"

The warehouse crumbled to the ground and John and Azmaria rested outside.

Good, she's safe. Please R&R this chapter and look for another one coming up.