Welcome to the awe-inspiring chapter 4 (audience goes yay).

Gothic Meowzi: This is in response to your last review to Stalker. Well, someone's energetic, and probably angry at me for bringing Robert back. XD

Shark: I know, but anyway…

Lt. Cooper: Well, it had to be said by someone, glad you've got the guts to say it. Viva la Revolution! (also giving Scott middle finger)

RachetSly: Then I won't.

Cooper Fan: Thanks, I consider Captein Amelia's the best romance this fandom has ever seen.

WolfKeeper989: Indeed…

All-Knowing Alien: He can possess people, but only those who are innocent. Such as Kyle, if he were alive.

Heiduska: You don't have to wait anymore, but I don't think this is what you wanted to hear.

Snowbunny405: And good luck with your endeavors. Survival is on hold, but I'm sure it will go well. I can understand why you wouldn't like hell.

DivineGuardian: I don't even know what's up with his soul anymore. Anyway, I'm glad my story made your day better. laughs Legend boy, nice name, I like it.

I don't own Sly Cooper, but I do own a piece of toast.

Chapter 4 Return

Robert followed the Devil's messenger through a maze of cells and screaming inmates. Where they were going, he did not know, but he knew that this was better than being tortured in a cell for eternity.

The messenger led him to a pair of doors with no lock, or any visible way of opening. It was colossal, and about the only thing in hell that wasn't on fire. The strong wood that Robert had never seen before was dark, and carved into the form of the demons of hell.

Robert waited, and the messenger finally bowed down before the door and recited something, Robert did not hear. But, the doors opened to reveal a large room, cylinder shaped, with walls that were covered with books in some text the Robert could not read. In the middle of the room was a large pedestal, covered in symbols and surrounded by braziers that burned the same fires of hell that made up the bars on his cell.

"What is it you said out there?" he asked.

"It was my oath to the Devil, and I cannot tell you how to say it." The messenger responded, his eyes on the pedestal.

"Why not?"

"It's in the writing of hell, and no one but messengers may know the words; that is what the Devil told us, so that is what we do."

Robert took one last survey at the room around him as the messenger made his way around the pedestal. He was headed for the only brazier that wasn't lit. "Climb atop the pedestal" he told Robert when he reached the brazier.

Robert climbed the pedestal and awaited the messenger to do something more. The messenger once again bowed before the pedestal and chanted the words of the messenger's oath, which Robert still couldn't hear.

Black flames shot from the brazier and surrounded the pedestal. Soon after, the red flames from other braziers joined in the whirling mass of hell flame. Robert didn't flinch, but cried out in pain as the fire closed around him in a mass of pain.

Suddenly, it was over. Robert was in Interpol, in front of the Chief's office. Robert glared at the lettering on the door. He had always hated the Chief; he was too weak to be in control of Interpol.

Robert rose, remembering the words of the messenger. "You can only use the blood of the innocent." The Chief of Interpol appeared to be innocent enough, and as I said, Robert didn't like him.

Robert rose to his feet, and looked around. There was nobody else there, so he opened the Chief's office door and went inside.

"What do you want?" the Chief asked from his desk, not looking up. He was working on some papers, no doubt some order filed by another officer. He was in his usual, yet classic, uniform that would make you think he's a chief of some police agency. You know, striped white shirt with a black vest over it, then wearing some jeans to finish it all up.

"Oh, just a little payback" Robert sneered, taking a few steps towards his enemy.

Chief rob looked up from his paperwork for the first time, his hand reaching for his shock pistol. At the sight of Robert his face was twisted into one of disgust. The Chief pulled out his shock pistol and fired off at least a round at Robert. To Robert's surprise and happiness, the bullets went through him. He looked at himself for the first time, and grinned at what he saw. He was no longer flesh, but instead a mixture of black and red flame.

Robert's gaze returned to the Chief, who now looked at him in horror and fear. Robert began walking towards the Chief again, who now pulled out a handgun. Once again, the Chief tried to shoot Robert, only to achieve the same thing. Robert came right up to the Chief's face and grabbed him by the throat. He did not expect what happened next.

The same rushing cyclone that had sent Robert here in his fiery form began whirling around the Chief and himself. The intense pain came back and caused both of the two caught in the cyclone to scream. Robert was hurled across the room, and slumped down against the wall. He looked at his hands again, and noticed they were old and grey, just like the Chief's. The obvious came to Robert as he looked for a mirror in the office. All he found was the gun, but the steel part of it was perfectly reflective. Just as he thought he would, he saw neither his old nor new self, but the Chief. He started chuckling at the fact he now could use Carmelita's boss to kill her, and she couldn't kill her boss.

"Oh my god, what happened?" the voice of a woman came from behind Robert. He turned to see one Inspector Melanie Rodes. She was a vixen a little shorter than Robert (in his usual height), with long brown hair that reached her shoulders, and dark green eyes, ones that reminded Kyle of the forest. You see, after deciding to be friends with Carmelita, Kyle had received quite a crush for the vixen, as she was very pretty. In fact, he had planned on asking her out the night after the whole thing with Robert and such, when he died.

Robert sneered, causing the vixen to look at him awkwardly and ask "Are you okay Chief, you seem to have destroyed your office."

So he had, it would appear. Everything had been tossed around by the cyclone of flame. The desk was tipped over, and things such as his shock pistol were on the opposite side of the room from where they started.

Robert laughed again as he raised his gun and shot Melanie in the chest. Melanie fell back against the wall with a look of pain on her face. Blood was already soaking into her shirt, and she was gasping in pain. Robert gave her one last sneer before leaving the office with the gun in his hands. He had plans.

Melanie crawled to the phone and picked up the receiver. A dial tone, it still worked. She struggled to breathe as she called 9-1-1.

"Hello, 9-1-1 emergencies, how can I help you?" asked the operator on the other end.

"Send…gasps…an ambulance" Melanie asked before fainting.

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