A/N: This is the third chapter of the second story in the Diddy Kong Racing Chronicles. If you didn't read the first chapter or if you hate Diddy Kong Racing or my first chapter, get the hell out of here. Haha. Please enjoy. ^^

Chapter 3

After that, I heard a scream. I looked around, I noticed it belonged to a little girl around the age of twelve.

"Oh no", she said, falling to her knees while picking up a broken plate. "Mama's gonna kill me".

It took me a few seconds, but I soon noticed something very strange.

Oh my god, I thought. Her hair, her eyes, her face. She…she looks just like Mary.

I could not believe what I was seeing. This young girl looked so similar to Mary it was scary. Her hair color was the same as Mary's hair color, her facial features were identical to Mary's facial features, and her eyes were the same color and shape as Mary's eyes. As if they were twins. But Mary's dead. I mean dead dead. She has been dead for about ten freakin years. How can she be right here?

"Molly, are you okay," said the voice of an older woman.

The older woman looked similar to Mary as well, but she was much older, like in her mid twenties. And she was heavily pregnant, like about six to seven months.

"I'm sorry, Tessa. I dropped it," the little girl told the woman.

The woman's face was full of worry instead of anger, as if the dish meant nothing at all.

"It's fine," the woman replied. "I'm just glad you're not hurt." The woman kneeled down to the little girl and picked up pieces of the plate. "C'mon , Molly. I'll help you clean this up."

"Okay"

Before the woman could begin helping the little girl pick up the plate, a loud and raspy noise was heard.

"MOLLY! TESSALYNN! WHAT ARE YOU LAZY, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SWINES DOING?! CAN'T YOU TWO DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

The voice appeared to be an elder woman, between the ages of fifty and sixty, and if I didn't know any better she looked really upset. Like someone just stole something very special to her.

Without hesitation, the elder woman grabbed the little girl by the hair and dragged her off the floor.

"CMERE YOU LITTLE BITCH," she screamed as loud as her lungs would allow her.

When the little girl was to her feet, the elder smacked her across her face, causing her to fall to her side, clenching her cheek in agonizing pain.

"YOURE A PATHETIC GIRL," she screamed once again, causing the little girl to wince.

Upon hearing this, my sister turned around to the source of all the chaos.

"What's with that old woman," she said, becoming as enraged as I was. "I don't think that poor, little girl deserves such punishment. It's absolutely unruly."

I didn't look at her though. My eyes were fixated on the girl and the elder woman. I clenched my fist, try as hard as I could to not to get up and knock the old woman into next week. My blood was boiling beyond breaking point.

The pregnant woman ran up to the old hag and shoved her away from the little girl.

"Mom, it's only a plate. Stop hurting her over something so pointless," she yelled.

The old hag lashed her arm out at the pregnant woman, causing her to almost hit the stonewall behind her.

"YOU SHUT UP, YOU FILTHY WHORE! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO," the elder yelled back.

I finally snapped. I got up and stomped over to the old hag, swinging my fist right into the old hags face.

"That's for Mary, you old hag", I shouted, feeling abnormally proud of myself for knocking the crap out of an old lady.

Dixie came up and held me back, thinking I was going to strike again.

"Did you pop a membrane or something," she shouted. "You could have seriously injured her."

"Good riddance," I shouted. "She deserves it after what she did to Mary."

The old woman looked at me, with both disgust and shock.

"How do you know my daughter," she let out.

I looked at her with the same expression she gave me.

"You're daughter", I spat out, disgusted at her for calling herself a mother.

"Yes, my daughter, Mary Susanna Reneess. My late daughter," the elder yelled.

"Late? You mean the one you killed," I shouted.

The old woman looked at me menacingly.

"Killed? I didn't kill her. She killed herself."

My eyes widened.

Herself?

I scorned at the old woman.

"Yeah right! I know how you used to hit her when she did absolutely nothing wrong. Just like this little one."

The hag's eyes widened.

"How...did you know that"?

I smirked at her.

"She told me herself."

Dixie looked at me with a fumbled expression.

"Tiny, this is the first time you've ever been here. And the girl has been dead for ten years. How do you know this girl?"

I turned to answer her but stopped short. There was no way she would believe something so unrealistic. No matter how real it was.

"I…met her when I was little," I lied.

Dixie looked at me with her head cocked to the side.

"Is that so," she asked.

I nodded, hoping she would buy this lie I was selling her.

I looked at the old woman with disgust. I didn't trust her. After what I saw her do to the poor little girl, I wouldn't spit in her direction. She didn't deserve sympathy. Even after I smacked her loony.

The old woman got up and dusted herself off.

"Well I guess ill forgive you this once since you didn't know any better. I'm Marglinne Reneess. Will you be staying here tonight," she said, as if nothing at all happened.

I scorned for a moment but changed my expression and said "Yes."

She smiled, creepily while holding out a key.

"Well I hope you find the rooms to your liking."

I nodded and took the key from her.

The key ring was labeled 23, indicating my room number. I walked up the stairs to the hallway where my room was located. The room was a large single bed suite with a terrific view of the mountain. I flopped down on the bed, relaxing my limbs from the current events that occurred.

"That was some lie you told," said a familiar voice.

I rose up, thinking my sister came in the room when I wasn't paying attention. I looked around and saw, to my surprise, Mary.

"Wh-what's going on here," I asked her.

"Why did you give me this choker and why did it tighten earlier?"

"Tiny, relax," she said.

My eyes widened.

"H-how do you know my name," I asked.

"I'm everywhere. I know a lot of things," she answered.

I looked at her with an indifferent expression.

"Prove it."

"You were born on Credd Rock Island. Your favorite fruit is Mango. Your favorite color is purple."

"That's not really impressive," I told her.

"You also have a birthmark the shape of a broken heart on you lower hip."

I looked at her wide-eyed.

"H-how did you know that"?

"I know everything."

Before I could ask her an important question, she vanished. But that didn't stop me.

"Wait! How did you die," I screamed.

Then, I heard a mischievous giggle.

"You'll know soon enough."

Then I was alone. The silence was kind of creepy and relaxing at the same time. The only real thing that bothered me was if Mary was going to come back.

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I got up slowly off the edge of my bed and opened it to find the little girl and Dixie standing there with a box.

"What's up sis", I asked.

She smiled.

"This little one here would like to give you a gift for helping her and her sister out".

I looked at the girl.

"Really"?

She walked up to me and handed me the box. I opened it to find a blue, woolen coat. It was soft and reached a length that reached my knees.

I looked at the girl and smiled.

"Thank you very much…", I told her, trying to remember her name.

She smiled with big eyes.

"My name is Molly", she beamed.

"I heard your sister talking about you needing a coat so I got one of my sister's old coats that she never used. I hope you like it."

"I do like it very much", I said, smiling at Molly.

"That was very thoughtful of you Molly. Thank you."

She smiled back and walked away.

"I need to go help my sister now. I hope to see you again soon Tiny", she said, running down stairs.

Dixie looked at me.

"Well now you won't freeze you limbs off", she said, jokingly.

I looked at her and laughed.

"Thanks, sis", I told her.

"No problem, runt", she laughed.

I scorned at her.

How am I the runt? You're half my freakin size!

Before my thoughts became dialogue, she was on her way down stairs.

I looked at the woolen coat and decide to try it on.

"No doubt it would fit", i told myself, pulling my arms through the sleeves.

To my surprise it fit fairly well.

"Just like the choker. Heh, size must run in the family".

Does it now, said a familiar, haunting voice.

I turned around once again and found Mary, smiling like she was just being praised.

That was Moki's old jacket. She loved blue.

"Who's that", I asked.

My late sister. She died about six months before I did.

"Late? She's dead too"?

Yup! She's just like me. Well, almost just like me.

"She's not a ghost", I said, knowing exactly what she meant by "almost just like me".

Right you are, Tyty.

"Okay, one: I hate that name and two: how are you like this and your sister isn't? Who else is dead besides you and Moki"?

Well, there's Sori, her twin brother. He died during a skiing accident a few days before Moki's suicide.

"Suicide"?

Yeah. She didn't want to live without him. They were insuperable. Then there was my oldest brother Russell, Russ for short. He was stuck by a snow mobile. It was very tragic.

"The snowmobile must have been big".

It was. It was the size of a train. There was blood everywhere. I think he broke his vertebrate and everything.

"But that still doesn't answer my question of why you're the only one that's a ghost. And how can I see you?"

Heh heh heh…you'll find out... then she was gone. Again.

I was left in that room wondering what she meant by "you'll find out". All I was thinking about was what she told me about her brothers and sister's deaths. It scared me really. What if she was gonna sacrifice me to bring herself back and get revenge on her mother? But then again, it was probably impossible for that. She would probably end up killing me instead.

"Well no time to worry about it now", I told myself.

"I have to get some sleep. The race is tomorrow".

But the second I went to sleep I heard a strange familiar voice say:

Dream…

I was asleep instantly, having the strangest dream.

I was standing inside the inn again, in my dream dress again.

Another dream?

I looked around when I saw a young girl, about the age of fifteen, walking down the stairs. She had long black hair and copper colored eyes, just like Mary's, and was wearing a blue knitted hat and a long navy blue nightgown. I instantly knew the girl was.

Moki…

Moki was looking at a picture of a boy. The boy looked very similar to her but his hair wasn't as long. I saw a tear fall from her eye as she put the picture down and picked up a knife. She held the sharp metal a over her head and into her stomach as she screamed out:

"SORI"!

After the event, Moki collapsed to the floor. I walked up to her and tried to see if she was okay, but remember I couldn't touch her cause of Mary's memory.

After trying to help Moki, I heard a scream. I looked up and saw a horror stricken Mary. Thinking she could see me, I backed away.

"Moki, are you okay", she screamed, her eyes filling up with tears. Moki didn't answer or move in response.

My eyes began to fill up with tears.

This poor girl has this happen to her twice…and to her…

Then everything was black…

When I woke up, it was around midnight. I felt sweat on my forehead.

"That poor girl…all the hell she's been through", I whispered to myself.

Trying my hardest not to think about it, I lied back down and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep with the last seven hours of the night.

A/N: I know I should have rated this chapter M for the death and violence but if I did no one could read it. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Diddy Kong Racing characters. I know I didn't say this in any of the other chapters but I do own Mary, Tessalynn, Moki, Molly, and Marglinne. I want to own Dixie and Tiny but Nintendo STILL hasn't sent that darned permit. CMON!!!!! I JUST WANT TO OWN THEM!!!

LOL! Please R&R! NO flames please. THEY BUUUUUURN!!