Chapter 2 is below this annoying little from the author crap that no one wants to read but I want to write...SHUT UP! Wow...My story sucks so bad! ah well... Actually by writing this all I'm doing is stalling for 5 minutes to deal with copyright issues by running them out of time...heheheheheheheheheh...One person will understand what I mean by this and after reading this they will yell at me for being annoying...HA THAT'S RIGHT 2 MINUTES! Yeah they're gonna run outta time and I'm gonna win...meow meow. In the mean time I will talk about syrup. Tis delicious...sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! I drink a bottle a day for strong bones. ONE MINUTE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA ...HOHO! TIMES UP SKIE! I WIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Story time now.

Zerro weakly opened his eyes looking for the origin of the noise. He opened his eyes to someone elses eyes. She poked his head. "You alive in there?" she asked. He tried to get up but failed. He still had maybe less than 1/4 of the blood he should have had. "Ok. Hey person, I bandaged you up. I don't even wanna know what happened to you."

He pushed himself onto his back, with much difficulty, and groaned. At this point he realized his weapons were gone. His eyes widened. "Wh ...what... did... did... you... d... do... with... .my... my...gauntlets?"

"Your what now?" she seemed very confused.

He pushed himself up then fell back to the ground. She smirked a little. He clenched his fist tight. If that sociopath took the gauntlets we're in big trouble. I need those. I'm not nearly skilled enough with a sword to kill him like that! Shit! "Yeah ok ninja man if you don't say something soon I'm going to kill you. I like to kill things."

He glanced up at her. She had brown hair and she was dressed in green. Zerro being color-blind just noticed that she had a really big sword of pointy doom. "I need...I need to go... after him."

"Your not going anywhere until you clear up some stuff OK?"

"It's not like I could if I tried..." he said weakly.

"Good now, Who are you, what are these mysterious gauntlets your talkin about, why are you all bloodied up and mangled, and how did all these skeletons end up in this clearing. They creep me out."

"I don't know my name so people just call me Zerro. That's all that I'm telling you." he said very faint.

"Oh no you don't!" she yelled. "Your not going anywhere until I get answers." She kicked him then sat on him. "You ain't goin anywhere got it?"

"You answer some of my questions first then."

"Fine, shoot."

"Who are YOU, what are you doing here, when did you get here, where are my gauntlets, why am I not dead, and how the hell does that sword glow?"

"I'm Elien, I went for a walk, I showed up 2 hours ago, I have no clue WHAT your talking about, I saved your sorry ass, and I am not telling an ungrateful jerk like you!" Zerro could tell he pissed her off big time and that she was right. He was being ungrateful.

"Ok. I'm going to answer your questions but then you have to leave me alone ok?"

"Fine." she stood up and sat down next to him. "Answer time jerk."

"The gauntlets are the weapons I use. They are sword length blades attached to a gauntlet. I am most skilled in fighting with those. If the guy who attacked me got those I'll be defenseless against him in the future. I'm all beat up because a psychopath attacked me for no reason. He always does. There are a bunch of skeletons here because the psycho raises the dead to do his bidding and I re-killed them."

"All those answers did was cause more questions jerk. Who's the psycho and how does he raise the dead?"

"I don't know. I don't know who he is and I don't know how he raises dead but he's strong and impossible to hit. I HATE the bastard."

"Ok that'll do for now."

"What do you mean 'for now'?"

"I'm done questioning you now. I'm gonna stick with you for a while."

"Hey hey hey. You said you'd leave me alone now."

"I lied" she said sticking out her tongue. "C'mon lesse go."

Oh man what have I gotten myself into. Feeling well enough to stand he got up and reluctantly head off after his assailant.