Hello! I work really fast! Anyway, were outside the warehouse. Let's see what happens. Don't own CC or TGM

CHRNO CRUSADE: PATH OF THE GREEN MILE

ACT TWO, SCENE THREE: THE BAD SIDE OF TOWN

"Azmaria…Azmaria…" John called out to her. "Are ya'll awake yet…"

"Where…where…am…I…?"

"You are outside the warehouse."

"Oh…right…why my head hurts…"

"You were knocked out."

"By what?"

"A train. What else? Those two thugs!"

She remembered now. She was knocked pretty badly.

"Good thing we got out of there before Viscount Lerajie got his hands on you."

"Who?"

"Uh…nothing…" He didn't want Azmaria to remember. She went through too much already.

"It seems were on the bad side of town," John said.

"It looks that way."

The sun was setting. Tire fires were going. People in ragged clothes were walking around. And the vile stench of putrid odors was everywhere.

"We should find shelter."

"Shelter where?"

John looked around. He saw a boxcar sitting on the railways.

"Over there. That'll be our homestead."

The two made their way into the boxcar. John made his way inside first.

"Hey!"

They looked around to see who was yelling.

"Find your own shelter! This one's taken!"

"Whose there?" John asked.

"A person who wants you outta here!"

They looked around until they found a boy, about Azmaria's age. He wore ragged blue jeans and a red cap. He also had dirty blond hair and surprisingly, his face was clean and full of freckles.

"We're looking for a place to stay for the night."

"Well, you can get lost!" said the boy. "And besides, your only one person; you speak if you have someone with ya."

"Well, I do."

"Where is he?"

"She."

"What?"

John helped Azmaria up into the boxcar.

"Oh, hello!" Azmaria chipped.

"Ah…uh…he…ll…o…" the boy blushed.

"What?"

"Ah…I…didn't know he was a girl…"

"What's your name?"

"Alex. Alex Baldwin."

"Your name sounds very noble."

"Ah……"

"Azmaria," John said. "What are you doing?"

"Just leave this to me…" she whispered. "I see this car is already taken. I guess we'll have to move on..."

"Oh! No!" Alex said. "I insist! I can't let a lady wander the streets in the dark! Please! Stay here for the night!"

"Are you sure that's okay?"

"Positive!"

"You're cute…"

"Awww….stop! Your making me blush!"

The three shared what they had with each other. Biscuits and water from the orphanage, and some sausages Alex "permanently borrowed" from the grocer.

"You stole them?" Azmaria asked.

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing."

"It is," John said.

"Well, we gotta survive somehow. Government's not helping at all…"

"So it's politics?" John asked.

"Not all of it. Some people just hate poor people."

"Why?" Azmaria asked.

"People fear those who are different. They hate what they can't understand. We opened our hearts to people but they turned us away. Where do we go? Why does he let it happen?"

"He?" John asked. "He who?"

"God. God lets it happen. God hates us just like those rich people do."

"God doesn't hate anyone," Azmaria said. "He just has a plan."

"A plan?" Alex scoffed. "A plan. Yeah, he has a plan. A plan that rich people get richer and poor people suffer more; rich people are the devil worshipers so why do they get the good life, anyway?"

"Devil worship?" John said. "Is that what people in this city are doing?"

"You bet."

"What's that, John?" Azmaria asked.

John leaned over to Alex's ear and whispered, "Don't tell her. She'd be heart-broken if you do. Do you want her to be sad?"

Alex shook his head.

"Ah…nothing! Well, I'm going to bed. Good night!"

That night, Azmaria could help but remember Alex's words: "People fear those who are different. They hate what they can't understand. We opened our hearts to people but they turned us away. Where do we go? Why does he let it happen?"

"Because of just that," she thought to herself. "Not because God lets them suffer but because God made them fearful of those who are different."

In the morning, Alex awoke from his slumber.

"Good morning everybody! How are you…"

He found that Azmaria and John already left. He also found a couple of twenty dollar bills near him.

"She didn't even say goodbye," he said sadly.

Such a sad ending. Anyway, I hope that you R&R this and read more.