Looks like I did it again. Took me even longer to make the third chapter, but HERE IT IS!

Chapter 3

Wendy couldn't believe what just happened. She felt kind of faint after he kissed her. Van slowly laid back down on the bed and laid his head on her lap. After just a few seconds, Van was back to sleep. Wendy finally pulled herself together and looked down at Vans face. He seams peaceful.

"Is this a dream?"

Wendy thought to herself. She pinched her cheeks.

"OOOWWWW!"

Van rustled in his sleep. Wendy covered her mouth real quick, and rubbed her cheek.

"Sorry."

She whispered. She continued to watch Van. His face is starting to scrunch up again.

"I hope he's not having another bad dream."

Wendy rested her hand on Vans face. His expression back to peacefulness. A few hours past by and Wendy is starting to get tired. She slowly put Vans head on a pillow, and got up. She quietly walked out of the room. Before she shut it she stared at him one more time. She put her fingers on her lips and remember what he said.

"I love you too."

She walked back to the couch and laid down. She feels tired, but can't sleep. She just keeps staring at the ceiling and playing the words over, and over in her head. Before she knew it, she dosed off. You can hear the morning birds outside singing. Her hand feels wet. She wakes up to her hand covered in slobber.

"KAMEO!"

The red turtle that she had around her neck for protection has grown. The size of a coffee table.

"Are you hungry?"

Kameo starts to move toward the door. Wendy got up and opened it for him. Kameo finds his own food. In Wendy's backyard there is a pond and also its surrounded by woods. When Wendy turns around she see's an empty living room and kitchen. Wendy's eyes widened.

"VAN!"

Wendy ran to her room to make sure it wasn't a dream. Before she opened the door she froze. She just stared at the door and clenched at her chest. All she could think of is that the room would be empty. Her most happiest memory wouldn't be real. Her hand slowly went to the door. She turned the knob. Her other hand is still clenching at her chest. Biting her lip, she slowly opens the door. The door creeks. She can finally see a dark figure in the room. Its Van sitting on the bed.

"Good morning, Wendy."

Wendy eyes started to tear a little. Van looked up to Windy. Something was different though. His face wasn't gentle, or peaceful anymore. Wendy walked over to him.

"Did you sleep well?"

Wendy remembering what he looked like while laying on her lap.

"Yeah. Haven't slept like that in a long time."

Van got up and left the bedroom toward the bathroom. Wendy watched as he left. Stunned at the way he's acting. Was she just dreaming what happened last night. So many things ran through her head that she didn't notice that he came back in the room. Van grabbed his black coat and threw it back on. He walked over to Wendy and grabbed his black hat. Wendy finally looked up at Van.

"Last night…. Do you remember?"

"What?"

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

Van stood there for a moment.

"No, why?"

Wendy just stared at him. Shocked that he can't remember. She put her hand to her lips. It wasn't a dream, was it? She stared at the floor.

"Nothing."

Van put on his hat. And grabbed his gun/sword.

"Where are you going to go Van?"

"I don't know yet. But I'm looking for something."

Wendy looked back up at Van.

"You're taking me with you this time. Right?"

Van stood there not looking at her.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Wendy. I think its best if you stayed here."

Those words ringed in her ear and her heart felt like it was breaking. She stood up really fast.

"How could you leave me again! EVEN AFTER I QUIT MY JOB?!"

Van still didn't look and Wendy.

"I never asked you to quit."

"Well I never asked you to come and save me either, but you did!"

"What, did you want me to let him keep hitting you?!"

"So yesterday wasn't a dream then."

Wendy thought to herself.

"THEN WHAT ABOUT LAST NIGHT?!"

Van stared at her with a confused faced.

"What do you mean? You told me to go to your bedroom to sleep, and you would take the couch. I did. Now we're here."

Van paused for a moment. Then looked up at Wendy again.

"Wendy the things I'm getting into now. I don't want you apart of it. I rather you stay here and be safe."

Van stared at her. His face was showing real concern. Wendy couldn't speak anymore. She walked out the room and said nothing as she passed him. Van could see the trickle of tears. Van just stood there. He heard the door slam shut. He waited a few seconds, and then his legs gave out and sat on the bed. He rested his head on his hands. Covering his face.

"I rather hurt you than have you get hurt by what's to come."

Van whispered. After a few Van got up and went out the door. He looked around to see if he can see Wendy. No sign of her. He started to walk down the road. He looked back and Wendy's place one more time. He could see the turtle swimming in the pond. He smirked and starting to walk on. Like he's putting everything in the behind him.

"This is for her own good."

Van thought. After three days he finally reached the next town. it's a little gambler town. He slithers into an inn. The manager of the inn came rushing to him.

"Are you alright, sir?!"

"Fooooood… Milk… Please."

"Yes! Right away!"

Van laid back in the wooden chair. He's sweating like a dog. The waiter comes out with some curry and milk. Van looked down at the plate. He then looked at the waiter, who was smiling at him.

"Give me all your condiment."

Sweat ran down the waiters face. With a fake smile.

"Yes, sir. Right away."

The waiter came back with all the condiments he could find. Van slathered his dish with them. Van gulped it down in a couple of bites. As he laid back and rubbed his tummy.

"Delicious!"

The manager came over to Van and showed him to his room.

"Are you feeling alright now sir?"

"Yes, thank you."

"No, by all means. Please, stay the night. No charge. You looked like you were at the brink of death."

"Really?! Thanks!"

Van smile went away as soon as the manager closed the door. He looked around the empty room. He walked over to the bed and took off all his coat and laid down. All he could think about was Wendy, and how he left things.

"This place kind of reminds me of the time I first met her."

Van eye's slowly closed, and the night past. Van could smell must. He also could feel and hear water dripping. He slowly opened his eyes. Water was dripping down on his forehead. He got up and rubbed his eyes. Took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust. He looked around and all his things are gone. He hurried and ran downstairs. There were people there, but no one he knew. He ran to the front desk.

"Where's the manager?!"

The lady at the desk became scared.

"Sh…she's not hee…here right nn..now."

"She?! I'm talking about the guy manager. He fed me, and gave me a free room."

"We...We don't have a guy... manager. Its an all... girls inn."

Van ran outside. His teeth were clenching. Someone came running up to Van.

"Hey mister. I overheard you over there. If you're looking for that guy that was paying for all your stuff. He just left with a couple others just a few minutes ago down that road."

Van looked at the old man.

"Thank you."

Van starting running down the road.

"Hey mister! Wait!"

Van looked back at the old man.

"If you'd like you can take my motorcycle."

Van ran back and hopped on the motorcycle.

"Thank you again."

Van sped off trying to ketch up to them. He finally saw a car in the distance. In no time he caught up to them. He drove past them and went ahead of them. He put on the breaks and crashed into the car. Before it crashed he jumped off and rolled. He hurried up and got back up running to the car. The guys in the car slowly came out coughing, and bleeding. Van moved the other guys out of the way trying to find the guy who impersonated a manager. He found him and pulled him out of the car from his collar. He grabbed his neck and held him in the air.

"Where's my hat and sword?!"

The man stared at him. His body is limp. Blood is streaming from his face and hands. He looked past Van and one of his goons was standing behind him pointing a gun at him.

"You better put Mr. Green down!"

Van stood there and stared at him. Still glaring and grinding his teeth. Mr. Green started laughing.

"I'm warning you!"

Said the goon. Van still just stood there while Mr. Green laughed. Then there was a loud bang, and the goon fell over. Mr. Green stopped laughing. He saw a black hooded figure in the distance.

"What the fuck is that?"

Van punched the guy with all his force. Making Mr. Green fly back to the car. The other goons are still just laying there and coughing. Van walked over to Mr. Green and kneeled down next to him. Van grabbed his shirt and forced him forward.

"I'll ask again. Where's my hat and sword?"

Mr. Green looked around to see if there was anyone else there to help him. With no hope. He sighed, then took a big breath.

"I sold it."

Vans eye's were red in furry. He punch Mr. Green with everything he had. Since Van was still holding him by the shirt it ripped. Mr. Green laid on the ground passed out. He laid in a pile of his own blood and teeth. Van stood up and looked at the goon that laid on the floor while letting go of the cloth in his hand. He had a bullet wound in his forehead. Van looked up and saw a black figure in the distance. He started walking to it. After a little bit the person started walking to him too. The dark figure started to clear up a bit. The person was short. That is all he could really tell.

"Thanks for helping me out."

The person didn't say anything.

"May I asked who you are?"

The person started to look up at Van. First think he saw was brown hair and braided piggy tails.

"Wendy?"

Finally Van saw the persons face. It was Wendy. She had a slight smirk on her face.

"I told you I can take care of myself now."

Van stared at her in shock. He remember her when she was little. She was pretty far away to get a head shot like that. Wendy lightly slapped him on the cheek.

"Don't be getting speechless on me now."

Van pulled himself together and took Wendy's hand off his face.

"I thought I told you to stay home."

"You can't tell me what to do anymore Van. I'm old enough to make up my own mind. And I want to come with you. There's no more arguing about this."

Van was about to say something, but just went silent. He sighed.

"Fine."

Van started to walk down the road again. Wendy perked up and started walking beside him. She remembered the first time they met, and how they were always together. She took a look at the goons laying on the floor.

"What did they do anyway?"

Van clinched his fist.

"They took my hat and sword. Said they sold it."

Wendy chuckled a little.

"Two things I never see you without, and someone steals it. That hat and sword must be special to you."

"Its not just that. There's something in my hat precious to me as well. And now its gone."

Wendy looked at Van. Wondering what could be in his hat. But soon faded. All she's happy about right now is that she's with Van again.

"Well, anyways. Where are we going?"

"Going back to the town and seeing who he sold me hat and sword to."

Wendy saw something in his hand. Looks like a piece of paper.

"What's that?"

"I found this in his coat pocket when it ripped off. it's a check for $500,000,000.00."

Wendy's eyes widened.

"That's a lot of money."

"Yeah… There's a name on the check. Says Goldspring."

Wendy thought for a minute. Then she remembered who that was. She quickly looked up at Van.

"Mr. Goldspring is like the god father of the black market. He's really dangerous. Why would he want your hat and sword so badly?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."

Van and Wendy head back into town to ask some questions about Mr. Goldspring. Van was quite while walking back. Wendy looked up and Van and smiled. Her green eyes sparkled.

"He might have forgotten, but I haven't. I'll get him to say it again."

Wendy thought.

To be continued…