Now, I've been doing some thinking about women in the Helghast army. And asking and searching on various forums about it. I thought the Elite Shock Troopers were women (With really flat chests) but they are indeed male. Since the city was evacuated before the ISA invaded I suppose all the women and children were put somewhere safe. Which I have no idea where.

I think there would be women in their army. Snipers are kind of small, hunched back, they could also be women. I think the women would be used for more reserved smaller roles in the ranks. Like I said; I do not know. But in my story there is. I mean, women can do whatever men can do.. only better. :p

So, my over all theory on the whole thing is that they probably don't allow women in the Helghast army. The women probably stay home and raise children or work wherever. But in my story there are plenty of women in their army. Snipers, Elite Shock Troopers, maybe even the Miners. But not the heavy duty jobs.

I always had a crush on the Helghast men, though. So, uhm.. yeah. I hope I'm not the only one.

Another thing. This is between Killzone 1 and Killzone 2. Since the ISA attack Helghan only months after the first game, let's just pretend they hold the attack off for a couple years or so. I don't know. Visari wouldn't send troops off to another planet if Vekta was invading, now would he?

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and tell me if it sucks or not. I like honesty, even if it does hurt.

Chapter Four: Unconsciousness

"Here." Don't ask me why I left Molly. "Thanks." I didn't know why. She was a friend but in times like these you have to make sacrifices. I was on the trail of my father and I felt like letting Molly go would set her free. I couldn't have her chained to me all the time – and I didn't really protect her as much as she wanted to be. Abandoning her would be the only way to have her do things on her own. I knew she wasn't from this planet. The way she talked about Helghan made it seem much worse than Earth.

Months later I realized that she was getting into more trouble than I suspected.

She was using different names for certain things. Making it even harder to keep tabs on her but Three Dog helped me with that. He told me all he knew about the odd little things happening in The Wasteland. How just small unknown people from certain Raider groups were ending up dead. But it was not just the raiders who were ending up dead. Good, innocent people were dying. Found with a bullet through their head. The worst crime scene Three Dog told me about was Lucy West's.

Let me tell you some things about Miss West. She was young and especially nice. I helped her with her family in Arefu.

Turns out she was not getting any letters from her family living there and asked me to go investigate. Her family was dead; her brother was not. I tracked him to metro tunnels where cannibals gathered. They were known as 'The Family.' Her brother , Ian West, was staying with them after he killed his family. The Family's head leader Vance let me take him after doing some convincing. Ian stayed in Arefu and I went back to Megaton to talk to Lucy about it. She was very grateful about everything.

Lucy was found murdered inside Moriarty's Saloon. Blood was on the walls, covered the floor, all over the bar. Gob spent days cleaning it all up. Lucas Simms determined she was stabbed to death. The weirdest part of the murder was that her tongue was removed. Cut out from her pretty little mouth. They never found it, just in case the perpetrator threw it across the room, or outside somewhere. Now, Lucas never did look into it any, but there were wanted posters up for someone called 'Lucille.' A little sketch was made and put up at the front gate of Megaton.

It looked frighteningly like Molyneux.

I could either stop searching for my father or begin looking for Molly and beat her ass. Maybe then that would knock some sense into her. Before she murdered someone big and really upset some people. I still couldn't believe it. She was so innocent. Never talked much but she had a certain charm about her. Like you just wanted to mother her and watch her grow up to become a good person. Or whatever motherhood is like.

I sighed and took a gulp of vodka. Moriarty's saloon was a good place to unwind at the end of the day. Maybe I would catch Molyneux coming back. Though Colin said that when I left her she left too. Never been back since.

"Damn shame." He said as we talked to one another across the bar. "She would have been a great-"

"Shut the hell up, Colin. Don't even say that."

"I mean, Nova ain't getting any younger."

Nova poked her head between us and gave Colin a look. "You bastard." And grabbed a bottle of beer.

"Where might ya think little Molly ended up?" He asked.

"I don't know.."

–

The force of the monster's body slammed into me. We flew over the railing in a loud bang. I shifted so I landed on top of it – instead of it landing on me – so it wouldn't crush me. The knife I had landed into the back of it's neck but it must not of even hurt it. It flung it's arm into me. Again, I hit the ground hard and skidded across the floor. Scraping layers of skin off. Little rocks and dust particles lodging themselves into nooks and crannies of my now tattered skin.

I stood up to it from across the room. It was readying itself for another attack. Snarling, and spitting. I held my other 9 mm in my hands but I knew there was no damage being done to this thing. My knife was still lodged in it's neck letting blood seep through it's fur and drip down to the floor. I had to get to that knife again. Eliminate one of it's main sources for life.

When it charged again – I moved around it to the left. It twisted in a violent fashion trying to snag anything on me. Clothes. Arms. Legs. I jumped on it's back and grabbed the knife from it's bleeding neck. Making sure to twist it around. It pulled me off with such force that it ripped my jacket. His claws digging into the skin on my back. I let out a yelp when I was flung to the floor beneath his feet.

He didn't decide to rip the life out of me. No, no he did not. In fact he decided to pick me up. It cradled me in it's arms. It's face no longer aggressive but calm. It's big black eyes filled with sorrow. If I moved I was afraid that it would kill me. So, I watched and waited.

Take the knife and kill him. Him. Kill him. He needs to die. Done away with.

Who's he?

KILL HIM

I couldn't stop the screaming in my mind. It wouldn't go away. I couldn't hear anything except my own thoughts. The monster was still staring at me, cradling me in it's arms. I wanted the yelling to go away. I really did. Please. Make it stop. Make it stop so I can think.

The knife in my hand felt slick. Cold steel between my fingers. The pistol in my other hand felt better. And I decided to do something that I knew would only protect myself.

In one quick motion I took the knife and slammed it into his throat. Hearing the dull crunching noises and gargled gasps for air. He dropped me to the ground and I landed on my feet. Before he had the chance to retaliate I took the gun and jammed it under his chin. It tried to snatch me with it's arm but fell to the ground before it registered another thought. The weapon's loud bangs still echoed. I stood in a daze. My eyes flickering between reality and sleep.

I put another bullet in it's head for good measure. Sighing I sat on a conveyor belt. Rubbed my eyes with the arm that wasn't in excruciating pain. Blood dripped from my hand onto the ground in a tip tap sound. Every time I moved at least one part of my body hurt. I pulled whatever I had out of my pocket, med-x, and stuck it into my arm. This would last me long enough to find a way out of here with Molly and find a settlement.

"Molly!?" I called out into the void. "Where are you?"

I couldn't find the little girl anywhere. I felt like Sylvia had left me all over again. Why do people keep leaving me?

"Molly, please come back!" Tears began to form in my eyes and I took quick panicked breaths. Anxiety rose in my chest like flood water. I wanted to leave this place but not without Molly. I searched the building forever. Still no sign of the little girl. Before I knew it, I was face down on the ground. A large boot pressing into my back. I tried to look at the individual pressing harder and harder on my back.

To my complete and utter surprise it was one of my own.

A Helghast.

–

Turns out my little child had been spending time with raiders known as The Shelter Dogs. A very tough looking group. Rather frightening. They would not tell me anything. I guess my reputation of being a goody two shoes follows me.

They would only let me in the house if I paid them caps. Scavengers.

A cigarette burned in the ash tray. Vodka filled cups traced along the tables and sometimes the floor. Their leader, who was surprisingly clean cut for leading such dirty individuals, his followers said his name was Maggie. Looked in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. Talked with eloquence that reminded me of Molly's sauntering tone. It was very pleasant to hear people like Maggie and Molyneux talk. The room was dark and dry. Very cold. They somehow got an air conditioner to work and had it on full blast the whole time I was there. Maggie sat behind a desk. But he didn't sit on the big worn out leather chair, no. He sat upon the oak desk with his back to me. Doing something.

Maggie wore a worn out suit. He didn't wear the jacket. Just a white button up shirt with black pants and suspenders. His red tie was carelessly tossed on the desk next to him. The radio on the table played Frank Sinatra's "It's Sunday" lightly. It added to the atmosphere this little house already had. It was weird to see this many people tucked inside a Victorian style house out in The Wasteland.

"Uh.." I began to stutter out, unsure what to say to him. He whipped his head around quickly and turned back to look at whatever he was fiddling with. I felt awkward. Felt like he had judged me in a two second look. But I heard Molyneux hung around here for a while. So I had to ask something.

"I'm looking for a girl."

"Well go check the rest of the house. There's plenty of them lying around."

I chuckled at his bluntness. "No, not that kind."

"Okay."

"She's been using different names."

"Why are you trying to find this woman?"

I completely ignored his question. Hoping that what he was doing behind the desk would keep him half interested. "She has blonde hair, brown eyes-"

"Was she lanky looking and didn't talk much?"

"Yeah."

"Was she also afraid of cigarettes?"

"She didn't really like the smoke they gave off."

"If you're talking about who I believe you are in fact talking about.." He moved his arms in a weird fashion and I got very suspicious of what he was doing. I mean, it looked like..

"There. That's better." Maggie held up some pants that he stitched back together.

Oh, thank God for that.

He threw the pants on a couch across the room. Picked up the cancer stick in the ash tray and stuck it between his rosy lips. He turned around on the table and faced me. Finally I could get a look at him. His face was rather desolate, and strange. A small almost perfectly straight nose. Puffy lips. He looked like he was always looking up. Blonde short hair in all different ways. It also looked like he hadn't shaved his face in a couple days.

He was incredibly handsome.

"Now, about Noelle." He cleared his throat like he was giving a big speech. "Now, I am not going to ask you for caps. I have plenty of that. But Noelle was special to me and I don't want any harm to come to my dear girl. She only stayed here four weeks but I did grow very attached to her. So, I must ask – what reason may you be inquiring about her?"

"She was an old friend. I want to make sure she's okay."

"Uh huh." I felt like an idiot. "Where did you meet her?"

"Megaton."

He blew smoke from his lungs and leaned back on his elbows. I couldn't tell if Maggie was thinking about killing me and throwing my body out the front door to just leave for the animals. Or actually tell me where Molly went. He found a glass filled with whatever alcoholic beverage and sipped at it.

"She didn't particularly tell me where she was going. Told me she had to keep moving. I begged her to stay, truly, told her I would take care of every problem she had. That if she just stayed with me I could help her. To me she wasn't stubborn. Just worried about something. And I think she felt like running away from it would fix that problem. She came home one day. Said "Someone hired me to search and map a rather large building." Wouldn't tell me nothing else. When she left the next day she didn't say goodbye. Probably thought of it too hard."

He sighed in a sorrowful tone.

"Did.. did you and her have a relationship?"

"I wouldn't call it that, Miss. I cared for her deeply. But it was nothing like that."

"Ah." I figured Maggie couldn't help me anymore. He seemed like he had his own agenda. Making deals with scumbags, manufacturing and distributing chems. I wouldn't be surprised if he himself sampled his own merchandise. Seemed like a nice person but I couldn't know someone who only made The Wasteland a worse place. Which I don't even know why he was talking to me in such a calm manner. Surly he had heard of me. He listened to the radio and Three Dog talked about me all the time. I sound so far up my own ass.

"I want her to come back to me. Just so I can make sure no harm comes to her. But she seemed like such a lost cause. I don't think anyone can help her except herself."

"I feel the same way."

"Then why are you trying to find her?"

"She's been a very bad girl."

"Sounds kinky."

Again. With the jokes and bluntness. I wasn't even sure he was joking. He said it in such a dead panned and serious tone.

"No, not that. I just want to talk to her about some things. I've heard she was the one doing all the little murders and it just doesn't seem like her."

Maggie had mumbled something in between his cigarette lips.

The time I had spent here was enough to send me into fainting. The smell of smoke and chems and all sorts of things. I wanted to leave.

"Thanks for your help."

He mumbled something else. It sounded like a goodbye.

–

"Hey, hey just leta go." Thick cockney accents flooded the small room near the exit of the factory. I was still face down on the floor with the heavy boot digging into my back. Now two Helghasts stood above me. The other chuckled as I squirmed beneath him. He was undoubtedly enjoying watching me try to get away like a scared rabbit in the face of danger.

"C'mon, we don't have time for games."

One of them pulled me off the floor. Then kept a strong grip on my arm as he pushed me out the double doors. The sun was shining brightly today. I wasn't sure what time it was. The weather was almost perfect.

I was pushed in front of a couple other Helghasts waiting outside. Some were sitting down. I thought one was asleep. A few were standing up.

"This is what was making all that noise." The one holding my arm spat.

"I suppose this is all hers." She held up my backpack along with my jacket.

I didn't want to talk to these people. I thought I was done with them – I shouldn't of been so foolish. They were infesting the wasteland like ants that I have just avoided them all this time. I thought The Brotherhood of Steel would get rid of them by now. Shouldn't of counted on such pitiful humans to defend such a barren planet. With little or no resources to help. Everyone here turned on each other. No order. No established anything. It was a mad man's mind.

"Here." She threw the bag at me. "Now get the fuck away from here." She then turned her attention the the ones on the ground and barked familiar orders at them.

"Let go." I pushed away from the one holding my arm. I could feel his rage. Having to listen to orders. Being told what to do. I couldn't think of a reason their captain would let me go but didn't stay long to ask. Helghasts had short tempers.

I ran out the gate that had now been opened even further. Passing a couple more of them out.

"Molyneux?"

Oh damn.

"What are you doing?"

I stopped dead in my tracks at the sound of their voice. It was very familiar. I couldn't think of their name. I remember them though. I spent a-many nights patrolling the empty buildings of D.C. With him.

"I-I, uh, I can't talk right now."

He jogged towards me. The strange sense of Helghan being nice. After all these months of hearing horror stories about them from the citizens. Hearing them didn't surprise me. I was one of them doing those horrible things at one time. For years actually. I wanted to go back to them. Just the acceptance they provided me with was enough to lure me back in. I couldn't though. LaMante had undoubtedly told Marlowe of my running away. They would shoot me on sight. Which I didn't know why the one that had given me back my equipment didn't shoot.

I began to think fast. A sudden burst of old good memories flooded back to me and I remembered his name.

Vida looked around to see if anyone was looking at them – they weren't. There were about twenty or thirty sitting outside the factory. All doing one thing or another but minding their own business.

"I thought you were dead!" He laughed a hoarse laugh. The one you do when you're desperate for something to eat or drink. "You look good, though. Compared to what I thought you would look like if you spent a couple days out here in this hell alone." I couldn't see beyond that gas mask but I could tell he was happy to see me. I was happy to see him, truly, but I had to leave before someone decided to follow orders.

"Vida, I really have to leave."

"No, you don't. Just stay and talk a little."

"I really can't."

"Why?"

"I'm a deserter."

"Oh, c'mon, these are all new recruits. Marlowe hasn't told them anything about you yet. Now what have you been up to?"

I sat down on the steps of the old security office. Taking in a breath that hurt my body. The claw marks on my shoulder needed tending to. But I wanted to talk. Especially to an old friend. Someone who had known me since The Academy years.

If I died I would die next to him and I figured that would be good enough for me. It always has been.

He sat down next to me. Vida was a shock trooper but also helped with whatever he could here. During the first few days we arrived on Earth we spent late nights just roaming and scouting out D.C. Those nights were beautiful. Some nights the stars were so bright and amazing. Those memories clouded my mind as I watched him. Probably a long time since he had been able to rest.

"Oh, damn.." He sighed. "Those bastards at The Brotherhood have been giving us a hard time. So are The Enclave."

"I've tried to stay away from formal groups."

"You should come back."

"No."

"Fine."

"What is Helgan doing all the way out here anyways?"

"We need a new HQ."

"And this factory would be a perfect place?"

"Well, it's big, empty, not really around anything. D.C. Has become a fuckin' war zone."

I could hear him rummaging around for something in his various little pockets and bags. I tried to keep my mind on something . I needed to go back to Longhorn and tell him the factory is a no-go. Now that Helghan was making it it's home away from home. Hopefully there aren't any more of those monsters hiding out in the dark hallways. Even though I was not a part of Helghan anymore – I did in fact like them. The human part of me wanted to hate them but the Helghan part of me wanted to go running back.

"Don't move."

I felt cold disinfectant relieve the stinging of the deep wounds around my shoulders.

"How did this happen?" He asked.

"There was something in there, and a little girl."

"A girl?"

"Yeah.. she," I winced in pain as he began to clean the more sensitive parts of the wound. Vida only mumbled a little 'sorry' under his breath. Then continued to clean out the wounds once again. "After I had killed it, I tried to find her again.. Then I was slammed into the floor by my new friends." Vida searched his bag for something else.

"What have you taken?"

"Med-x."

"Let me see it."

I handed him the leftover med-x. Letting him inspect it carefully. He tossed it aside and pulled out a needle and a small bottle of some liquid pain killer I didn't know the name of. It slowly eased into the syringe. His hands working like a machine. Precise and exact. I missed it. The order everyone worked in. There was so much chaos in The Wasteland when it came to people. All so crazy and insane. Compulsive. Dirty. I was a part of it. I was adding fuel to the fire for The Wasteland's culture, if you could even call it that, but I none the less was a criminal. It seemed to be the only thing I was good at here. Being a scumbag.

Vida was stitching up the skin. I didn't feel a thing.

I longed for my sniper rifle. For the cloaking gear. I wanted to be a predator again, a wolf – not a rabid coyote. Just to be invisible to the world. Stalk my prey like elk in a dark wooded forest. Following their every move as they graze upon the lush green grass. Rain water dripping off the pines into a freshwater stream. Grey clouds hanging low in the sky. Mixing into the atmosphere – fixed upon an infinite existence. The power to rip the life out of them. Watching their souls float above in a mist. Flying higher and higher until it mixes in with the clouds. Then it simply dissipates..

It gave me something to live for. Something to be told to do. A niche somewhere.

"Need anything else fixed?"

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked towards Vida. He seemed like an inviting company. He was always nice. Always listened to my incoherent ramblings late into the night. I was not the best close courters fighter and surly would've died without him with me in D.C. I only had gratitude for him. I didn't want to leave him – not one bit. Just wanted to go back to the way things were, but oh lord, the times they are changing.

"Uh.." I lifted my shirt to show the side of my torso. I scraped the whole side of my body when that monster flung me across the room.

"Goddamn." He laughed. "Okay, stand up."

I felt light headed and a little unsteady on my feet. I knew lack of sleep and having various drugs in my system were going to make me collapse wherever I happen to be. And that would probably be the best thing in the world for me right now. I didn't have the endurance and tolerance fot most things like full Helghasts do. But I was able to breathe without my gas mask. Not very well, I might add.

"Just a little scrape," He added while cleaning it off. "Should be better in a couple days." He put some bandages on it after cleaning it with disinfectant. "You should be okay now."

Vida picked up his weapon. "Now, maybe you should get out of here before someone gets suspicious." I wanted to hug him. Though there was no such thing like that when it came to Helghasts. There were handshakes and salutes. He would probably push me off of him if I even tried something like hugging.

I took a deep breath. Grabbed my gear. Put on the heavy jacket – slung my backpack and sniper rifle over my shoulder. Cleared my mind for the long walk ahead of me and turned around. The road was made of dirt. It winded down a long path. A light breeze was making it's way amongst the emptiness. Sun shining dull all around me.

And I moved on. Like I had done so many times before. I was a nomad. A gypsy. No self-awareness. No cause.

–

Wellllll gooooooooooood morning Wastelanders! How are ya doin' today? We have lots of news to report here. And I mean lots, kiddies. Our new friends and resident whatever-they-are have made Old Gingersnap Factory their headquarters. Whoop-uh-dee freakin' doo! So don't go lookin' for adventure near there, folks. The Brotherhood of Steel are at war with them. D.C. Has been insane the past few days. These Helghasts are persistent. The Enclave have been surprisingly quiet about the whole debacle.

More unknown assassinations. This time I couldn't find a lead on who would want this person dead, it was probably just a meaningless killing, but all these weird murders have been happening lately. Me thinks they're all linked together. One individual who is out of their mind just killing for the fun of it. The wanted posters up have a young woman's face, I doubt she's the killer. Though, you never know, anything can happen in this wonderland of radiation and mysticism!

Now, let this music take you to a better place.

–

"No, I've not been able to find her! It's like chasing down a fucking ghost!"

"I can understand your frustration, but we're paying you a considerable amount to find her."

"I know, I know."

Molyneux has turned into a monster who needed to be stopped. A ghost who shows up to only kill. The caps they were paying was only a bonus. I decided to not find her and talk to her. But to only find her and beat her senseless. Kill her in the most horrid way possible – sadly Lyons wanted that bitch alive. No caps for a dead Molyneux. I was a good person, wanting to help with The Good Fight but anyone who did the things she did deserved to die a horrible death.

After learning more about the killings and the fashion they were performed in, I figured that Molly had lost her damn mind. But then again, hearing about the Helghasts, I wasn't surprised. She was one of them. Half-breed or not. Every damn Helghast deserved to die. I was helping The Brotherhood of Steel with Alexander. He also had a hatred for those red eyed monsters.

Alexander was a business man before he began helping The Brotherhood. Working with the caravans that passed through each settlement. A very nice young man who talked too much. A good fighter. We together did whatever Lyons told us to.

Kept us busy and exhausted. Between tracking down the predator and fighting Helghan – I almost forgot about my father.

–

Hallucinogenic substances and colors flooding my mind – St. Monica. My mind calming down. I can think freely. I am free. Please stop the insane voice inside my head. It is not me. It is someone else. Leave me alone! Please leave me alone! I want to make the decisions myself. I am not who you are, I am not who you want me to be.

I need something to live for. I need something to fill my mind. If I don't start thinking soon the voice will come back.

Yes.. Yes.. sooth the turning gears.

–

More of those Helghasts are arriving each day in The Wasteland. No news on any odd murders, children. It seems our killer has either died or have found their mind.

–

I spent my time with tramps, nomads, gypsies, traders, preachers, doctors. We were squatting in old neighborhoods. In whatever house was left standing. I learned a lot about myself – listening to others talk. The preacher there talked about St. Monica all the time. Made new friends, real friends. Learned all I could about everything. I was not aware of anything anyone was doing except myself. I was stripped of my old senses and given new ones.

I was a person. I wore denim shorts and an old button up shirt. The adults took care of me. I had fun playing with the children and talking to people that were as young as me. I had to lie and tell them some fake name. I went with "Nouvelle."

I also dabbled in chems. All of us danced in the moonlight as someone strummed on their guitar. Singing up into the heavens. Days flew by fast. Nights were simply astonishing. I will never cease to be amazed by space and all of it's gifts.

As I laid my head down on the dusty pillow I looked up above me. The dead of night. So calm and collective. I closed my eyes to get some much needed rest.

–

Inside of the ship was cold. We had only left a few hours ago and I was bored. Couldn't sleep. Too excited about what was to be found on Earth. What was left of it?

Vida sat next to me. He was either asleep or watching the small television. He had his goggles on, I couldn't tell. It was mostly the news. The reporter blabbering on about the war. Only that and little clanks here and there. No one was really doing anything. Our minds full of Visari's words. I couldn't keep still at all. I kept moving back and forth or shaking my foot. Anything to calm my nerves. I even considered pacing back and forth. All this moving caused a little noise.

"You're driving me insane, stop moving." Someone softly said from across the room.

I tried to stay still. The words emitting from the television not making their way into my brain to register thought. I took a look around the room at my comrades. Almost everyone was asleep- It's always been like this. I could never sleep. I would go three or four days without any. Vida stirred on the other side of the couch. Lifted his head up, I guess he was sleeping, and turned towards me, then towards the TV, he got up off the couch and left the room. I wonder where he was going.

I splayed across the couch on my stomach. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and tried to think of something...

"Get up you lazy bitch!" I was thrown off the couch and dragged to my feet. The unmistakable sound of Captain Marlowe's voice boomed. "Get the fuck out!"

In a daze I put on my gear – just like at the academy where they wake you up in the middle of the night just to put on your gear, and have you stand at attention for hours on end outside - I grabbed my rifle and rushed out into whatever waited me.

Others poured out behind me. All of us ready to give our life for the glory of Helghan at a moment's notice. This city was blown to bits. I found some stairs and ran up the second floor window. Readying myself for orders.

"Let's move out."

–

The next day I did the same thing. Talked and talked to the people I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. There was no pain. No orders to follow. No killing. No violence to shake the earth you stood upon. Sunrise, sunset, happiness filled every part of my mind. Pushing back any of my Helghan roots showing up at any time. My mind was at peace. Spinning an infinite amount of colors into the air. They twirled into each other, mixing, the sky was on fire. Water beneath my feet.

I wish it would stay like this forever.

–

Well, I'm thinking of ending the story here. But I figure that would be stupid since there's still so many loose ends I have to tie. Molly is tripping balls into the atmosphere everyday with her new vagabond friends.

I've been listening to The Door. Damn, what an amazing band.

I don't want to make this a romance story, what do you think?

So many decisions to make! I just wanna watch Cowboy Bebop or Samurai Champloo, I've not watched Tv in weeks

I'll be taking a break with this story, but I won't forget it. I like Molly and Sylvia.

Thank each and every single one of you who read this, and thank you to all that review.

See you Space Cowboy!!