This is Chapter 5, and I'm sorry it took so long, I've been busy. I am trying to keep the Revolution out of my stories as much as possible.

Lt. Cooper: Well, I know this update took forever so…yeah.

Xhavius: When they're in heaven, technically they're different souls.

AngelLadyG: Well, future chapters will probably com very late, and it's good to have your help.

Snowbunny0405: It is better to be late then never. I'm glad you got your job, but I haven't seen any old horror movies.

Sam of Shadowdale: I'm glad to know you think this is genius. And I'm glad you agree on other Revolutionary stuff as well.

Shadowthunder: I dearly hope it is.

WolKeeper989: Welcome to the team, and you're welcomed and thanked.

DivineGuardian: Yeah, this update took forever, so maybe you should strip me of my title.

Snake-4c-merc: Good question, and possibly.

Heiduska: I know, it's a horrible thought, but it has to be in the story.

RachetSly: I love that song, and good psycho music.

Cooper Fan: As usual, I love to hear your opinion.

Sly belongs to whoever owns Sucker Punch, don't know who he is.

Chapter 5 Possessed

Robert regretted shooting that vixen (who was a fox by the way, forgot to mention). Now he was trapped outside of Interpol. But then again, Carmelita was always the first one to work, and came in before the sun even rose.

Still, he didn't know where to go besides the parking lot.

Carmelita woke up at her usual time of 4 in the morning. She wasn't a morning person, but she always got up early for work. Of course, today she woke up next to a certain ringtail, which she'd have to say good bye to later.

Carmelita went through her normal routine. She brushed her teeth and such, got some coffee, and then got into her regular work clothes. You know, the halter top, tan jacket, and jeans. She was ready for work at about 5 in the morning, and ready to say good bye to her sweetheart.

Carmelita crept back into her room, and quietly bent over her sleeping "knight in shining armor". Sly didn't expect the kiss, but he didn't complain about it either. One moment he was asleep, the next he and Carmelita's tongues were 'dancing' in each others mouths.

Carmelita broke the kiss and said "Good bye, Ringtail." In her most seductive toned voice. She turned around, but Sly was out of bed and twisted her around for another kiss, which spread from her mouth to her cheek, to her neck.

About an hour later, Carmelita left her apartment got in her car and left for work. We don't need to go over the details about what happened in that hour, not here. But the point is that she was headed for work.

Carmelita pulled up in the parking lot of the Interpol building, when it was still dark, and knew something was wrong. First of all, there was a bunch of ambulances and other inspectors sitting outside. Second of all, the Chief was standing slightly outside the rest, obviously waiting for her.

Carmelita pulled up in the parking lot. The Chief was to her before she even got out of her car. "May I talk to you in private?" he asked.

The Chief, or Robert, led Carmelita down the street and into an alley far away from the noise of the ambulances and inspectors. It was a few hundred yards from the train station, which was its usual business dealing with passengers and arrivals.

When they stopped, the Chief began talking without even looking back at Carmelita. "Carmelita, we need to talk."

"Chief, permission to ask why I'm here?"

"Permission granted" The Chief said, while Robert secretly shivered from the fact that Carmelita had just asked his permission for something.

"Well?" Carmelita asked staring at him with obvious wonder.

"You're here because…" The Chief stalled as he slipped bullets into his handgun. "…you and I have unfinished business."

"And what would that be?" Carmelita said in a growl, she was getting impatient.

"This" Robert said as he whipped around and shot at Carmelita. Carmelita was stunned of course, but she also had fast reflexes from chasing Cooper all those years. The bullet barely missed her ear as she turned around and dashed in the direction of the train station, with Robert sprinting close behind. Rounds of the pistol whizzed past Carmelita, barely missing her as she tried desperately to escape her chief.

Now, obviously Carmelita was in better shape than the Chief. But he was running the speed of one possessed (yeah). The only good news was that he didn't have good aim, or so she thought.

Robert had secretly been holding back on his shots. He knew this city like the back of his hand, including the train station. He also knew that he and Carmelita were heading strait for one of his favorite tracks. It was laid out in front of a tunnel that had a pretty sharp turn at the end. On one side of the tracks was a gentle slope, on the other was flat ground. If you were on that track when the train came, the driver wouldn't see you until too late. Can you guess why Robert wanted Carmelita at that track?

They were getting close to the track, so Robert shot her in the arm. He had to make sure she got there at just the right time. True to his prediction, Carmelita quickened her run in an effort to escape the madman behind her. She didn't know why the Chief was chasing her, but she knew that if she stopped she was dead.

Robert was on Carmelita's tail, purposely not getting the better of her, until they reached the track. With one quick shot…

POW!

Carmelita felt the bullet rip into her leg, and heard herself scream. She fell just beyond the tracks on the sloping side, in agonizing pain. She couldn't stand it, this was the second time someone she knew tried to kill her. And how long would it take for her new injuries to heal?

Robert smiled as he approached her. She wasn't on the track as he had hoped, but she was close, and in obvious pain. And so Robert grabbed her injured leg, causing more pain to Carmelita. And with that, he dragged her towards the tracks.

In times like this, Carmelita was glad of her luck, because it finally showed up. As Robert was dragging her, a whistle was heard. A light began to show inside the tunnel, on the walls of the turn. Robert was on the tracks, as well the bottom half of Carmelita. So she kicked him off the tracks and herself as well. She tumbled right off of them and rolled a while before stopping at the bottom of the little slope. Robert ran back to get her, at the wrong time.

With a mighty chug, the train rounded the corner, wiping the Chief's body clear from the track. Carmelita stared in horror, but the worst was yet to come.

As Carmelita stared at where her Chief just was, she saw him. That demented face, even if it was wreathed in flame, was unmistakable. He stared at her with those cold blood-thirsty eyes. By the time train passed, he was gone. And Carmelita still stared in surprise as the first rays of the morning sun hit her cheek.

I know, I'm scared two, and I'm writing the story.