Chapter the 8th- By James Longstrider the excuse maker.
"Hello Mr. Pyramid Hat guy." Harry Mason addressed a man watering his Azaleas, "have you seen my daughter? She's been missing for a while and you're the only non-lamppost person I haven't asked yet."
"I'm not pyramid head, I'm Raiden, god of Thunder, Pyramid Head's house is just across the street." Raiden said as he pointed to a house with a perfectly manicured lawn and well kept garden, "He's real handy with that sword of his, but he's off on his day job right now as a hot dog vendor, however for his night job he becomes a horrible monster."
"You don't mean?" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes, at night, he becomes a.. a.. Tax Auditor!" Raiden finished as lightning crashed in the background and thunder roared. "Hehe, oops." Raiden said sheepishly as the International House Of Chainsaws store exploded from being struck by lightning.
"Well, I guess my daughter left then, thanks for your help." Harry said as he walked to a car and drove off.
"Wait Daddy, you left me at the cafe and in the last town over," shouted a little girl, chasing after Harry while short on breath, "and then you drove off, wait, that's not even your jeep, you ran it in to the median when you came into this town, DADDY! STOP!" she screamed as she chased after her father as he drove off in the car he hijacked which he abruptly drove off the nearest endless pit, and the girl followed.
"Next town meeting we need to see about doing something about those roads." Raiden said to himself as he watched the car followed by the little girl plummet to what may very well be their deaths. "Either that or we should do something about the packs of skinless dogs." He finished as he continued to water his shrubberies.