I had to dispose of it, however hard it may be. After Knuckles left, I shut the store. I slowly picked up the chest, feeling tempted to open, give it one last goodbye, but I knew if I did that it would win. If I did that I wouldn't throw it away, it would through me away. I took in one last breth of it, then left. I walked down the busy street, but to me it couldn't be more empty. But, oh, there were shadows. Telling me to turn back, screaming at me to let go. I was going to dispose of this evil myself, no matter what my demons had to say about it. I found an empty dock, and stared into my own misty reflection. I was going to do this. I was strong enough. I ran my hand along the oak. I took a sigh. Goodbye to the doll chest, goodbye to the past, it would finally be over, I would finally be rid of the hate. I knelt down on the damp wood, and placed my hands on the chest.

"Stop!"

Where did that come from? I quickly turned. Nobody. Anywhere. Untill I looked up, Knuckles was hanging from a helecopter ladder, whipping his hair into his face. "Think of the power!"

"Knuckles, you are an idiot." I hated him now. "You preach to me about giving up what I love, then you join GUN?"

"T-This isn't about what I want!" There was remourse in his eyes.

"Knuckles… Don't be a lunatic…"

"Think of what we can do with it!"

"You'll get us all killed!" Despite the whirring blades of the helicopter, we could hear each other perfectly. "You can't control it… It's like trying to catch smoke with your hands…."

"Don't make me kill you!" Knuckles gritted his teeth.

I laughed out loud. "Go ahead Knuckles, kill me!" I spun around and faced Knuckles. I put my left foot on the chest. "If you don't kill me in the next ten seconds I'm dumping it!"

Knuckles jumped down. "Rouge, don't you dare."

"One… Two… Three…" I smiled. I knew he didn't have the guts.

"I swear to god Rouge!"

"Four… FIVE!" I pushed the chest into the murky darkness below me, never to see that horrible life ruining thing again.

Knuckles clenched his fist in anger for a few seconds, then began to laugh. "You really think GUN won't be able to find it?"

"No. It won't let you. It doesn't want YOU to find it." I smiled again and walked up to Knuckles, who was only slightly taller than me.You lose Red."

Knuckles raised his fist to punch me,I quickly moved out the way. "Knuckles… You've gotten slow… Are you using guns now?"

Knuckles ignored that last comment and stared into the water. "Why would you give up so much power?"

"Because… It's too dangerous… Don't tell me you don't care about the innocent anymore…" I walked away,proud of myself. I smiled once more. It was all finally over. I could return to my abnormal life. Nothin was going to stop me from doing what I loved most. Selling cheap artifacts for unbelievable prices. I opened the door, and as soon as I sat down, a customer walked in. A familier face.

"Ah it's you! You bought the red painting! You didn't look at it too long did you? No? Good! So what can I do for you? Hm? Well, good to know. I have just the thing for you!" Rouge happily walked over to a huge closet, and pulled out a rather nice looking ring. "This belonged to Juliet. Of course you remember her… Sadly, she met her end because of this ring."

All I Have are memorys –

After the um…. Incedent, Juliet was left heartbroken and confused, she accepted the first job she was givin, cleaning a rich mans house. History repeats itself, no? Juliet only brought one thing with her, a beautiful looking ring. It was hers sisters, and the only thing she had left. And so, she cleaned the mans house for a few weeks, when she noticed a large room in the man's house she hadn't been asked to clean yet, it was on the top floor of the mans house, and, to be honest hard to find. She entered the room, expecting the worst. It was just a room. With the largest fireplace she had ever seen in her life. It could fit an entire person inside it. She cleaned the room, the whole time admiring the beautifull fireplace in front of her. After she had finished, she walked down the stairs, the man she was working for sitting in his living room.

"Where have you been?" He said, obviously angry about something.

"I was just cleaning the room with the firepla-"

The man jumped up and screamed at her. He told her that if she ever went in there again, he would fire her and make sure she would never work again. She did as she was told.

At least, for a month or so. She walked past the room, and tripped, her ring slid out her pocket and rolled into the room she was now scared of. She decided that her employer would not notice if she went in their once more, so she opened the door just in time to see the ring fall in the fireplace. She swore to herself and walked towards the fireplace, in it a large pile of ash. But as she looked through the burnt wood, she saw something. Something that terrified her. A piece of clothing. Maids clothing.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill you, too." And with that, Juliet was pushed into the fireplace she had once admired. The man pushed her in deep, under a pile of ash and strangled her to death. As you may of guessed, there was no body by the end of the night. Some saw the ring was drawn to the fireplace, others say it was just a coincedence. I know what happened. The ring was possesed by the last maid of that house!

Of course, the customer wanted it. They now had the murder weapons of both the sisters. They left happily, even though there was nothing nice about what they just bought. I decided it was time to clean out the back room, I opened the old worn out door and entered the room, only to see… It… It got out the chest… It followed me home…

You can't get rid of me, Rouge.

Next chapter meet the insides of the chest!