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Recap: Dante slide backwards on his feet slightly, but didn't make any attempt to put his arms up or stop Marlo from hitting him again, which she didn't.

To his surprise, and everyone else's, she instead wrapped her arms around his neck and let a sob escape from her mouth. "Took you long enough, asshole." She sniffed.

Dante and Trish shared a sigh as they drove out of Wendover in Dante's charger; some people were on either side of the road as they continued along the outskirts of the town and towards the highway. All the people looked grim and solemn, which pretty much matched the atmosphere in the car, well, the atmosphere coming from the back seat anyway. They both looked into the rearview mirror to see the twins in the said backseat.

Chris was behind Trish and was staring out the window aimlessly with an emotionless expression, his scars showing from underneath his bangs. RoRa's head was resting in his lap, and he was stroking her head slowly as his Ipod blared. Marlo was behind Dante, she had a grim look on her face as she stared up at the ceiling, her arms spread out as they lay on the top of the backseat, RoRa's body was situated in the space between them, as was a small backpack that held a few personal items that could be used to elevate boredom.

Marlo sighed heavily and tilted her head backwards further to watch as the town disappeared out of sight from behind them. "Hey… Dante?" she asked a slight pause between the two words.

Dante looked up into the rearview mirror and keep one eye on the road, Trish swiveled her head to the side a little. "What? Can't call me dad?" He asked in an attempt to achieve humor.

Marlo snapped her head forward and gave him a near blank stare. "How 'bout I just put a well deserved bullet in your skull?"

"Go right ahead," Trish told her as she turned back to face the road. "Maybe yours will finally knock some sense into him."

Marlo snorted in disbelief, "Yeah, and demonic pigs don't fly." Dante cracked a smile at that, it was true in a sick sort of way, plus, it wouldn't be the weirdest expression he's heard. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Hmm, and what would that be?" he asked boredly. Truthfully, he didn't know how exactly to talk to the twins, his own children. He was still kinda tense after last night's little 'hug', Marlo blamed it on being that time of the month, Chris, not wanting to be shot, agreed with her.

Marlo paused slightly, and then turned her head to stare outside. "You…. You did this a lot growing up too, didn't you?" Her voice carried a hidden sorrow; it was deep and painful to listen to, for those who could hear it. Even though Chris showed no emotion, he was practically screaming it. "Moving around, leaving one place that you called home right after you got comfortable with the place I mean."

"Yeah," Dante said. "I did that a lot till I was about 16, then I just left the system. But mostly, I didn't have good places to go too when I was a kid, so…" he let the sentence hanging on purpose, not wanting to press down any further on toes, or at least stomp on them any harder.

The twins had come from a relatively good home, people that cared about them, trusted them, and looked up to them. It seemed that the moment that Chris had thrown down the vial of holy water, everyone in the town of Wendover that had been helped by the twins all seemed to get up and swarm around the house. The first people there were actually former clients and school faculty instead of emergency services. Those people were the ones to watch as the twins, followed by the two faux substitute teachers, walk out of the house with bags in hand, said bags contained all that was left of their lives as citizens of Wendover, all except for memories.

The sisters had come back with the school's superintendent, Prawn's father, with Prawn and Randy in tow. The twins had set down their things, hugged the girl's goodbye, and handed them a personal check for eight thousand dollars to pay for the repairs on the house. They shook hands with the stunned superintendent and principal, giving the later a hug, and then made their way to the hotel that Dante and Trish had been staying in to go to sleep.

They had left that morning at 7:00, only to walk out into a crowd of people, all of them held starch faces, some even tears. None of them said anything, the twins, Dante and Trish, the people in the crowd, nothing at all as they pulled out. Well, someone did say something, Vickton Sr. was standing at the back of the crowd, yelling aloud 'That's right, leave freaks!' The crowd, as one, turned to the man and glared at him as an entity. Vickton soon swallowed his words and watched as the group departed.

"Did it ever feel this crappy for you?" Marlo asked as she turned back to stare at the back of his head.

"Once." Dante admitted easily, the tension was high, but was slowly going down.

Marlo made an impressed noise, then turned back to look at the passing landscape, her chin propped on a hand. "This is the eighth time since mom left, and you know what? It still sucks." Marlo then let out an irritated noise and ruffled up her own hair. "Argh, this is to damn annoying. How long is the damn car ride going to last?"

"17 hours." Chris answered her, not ever bringing his head away from looking out the window. Everyone was surprised slightly that the boy even spoke. "That's if we don't stop at all, excluding gas stops of course."

"Ahh, that means we'll have to miss the new episode of the walking dead." Marlo whined. Trish turned to her and arched an eyebrow. "What? Isn't trying to maintain a resemblance of normality, well our kind of normality anyway, a good idea since we're so 'emotionally unbalanced'?"

Dante snorted in amusement. "I actually can't believe you like that show."

"You, shut up, unless you want me to go all girls on you again." Marlo threatened, which in turn shut up Dante. "Besides, what is so hard to believe about me liking that show?"

Trish chuckled in amusement this time. "You fight demons for a living, and in some cases that includes fighting the undead, forgive us if it comes off as amusing that you like a show like that."

"Hey, I like it too." Chris complained, bringing his head around and pulling out an ear bud. RoRa sighed and shifted her head on Chris's leg. "Besides, you can watch it on the internet the night they release it."

"But it's just not the same!" she exclaimed. "I mean, yeah we've done it before, but we need good popcorn, at least a moderately big TV, and a couch for Christ's sake."

Trish, Chris and RoRa shared an eye roll while Dante only nodded his head. "I feel you." He tells her.

"See, at least someone reasonable here agrees with me."

Chris rolled his eye. "We can stop at a rental store and buy the damn popcorn, and you can deal with using a fucking bed." He snapped at her.

Marlo blinked in shock at her brother's words, and then narrowed her gaze at him. RoRa had actually raised her head up, her ears at attention. "You better have a hold on things, cause if I have to deal with Shcri, I swear to god I'm not hesitating pulling out guns and shooting."

At this, Trish turned around fully in her seat and looked at both the twins. Again they had talked about this 'Shcri', pronounced as s-cry, and she wanted to know exactly what they were talking about. "I've been meaning to ask-" But the sound of her phone going off interrupted her. Sighing angrily, she pulled in out of her pocket and hit the answer button, not even bothering to look at the screen. "What is it Lady?" she asked impatiently.

"I know that she has been somewhat annoying lately," Vergil replied, not even missing a beat, "But could you at least refrain from assuming that it is always her calling." It was true for everybody, Lady was becoming along the lines of Patty in annoyingness.

Trish felt a little blush of embarrassment. "Sorry Vergil, what is it your calling about?"

"Two things, first and foremost, Lady has asked me to ask you when all of you will be arriving." Everyone had assumed that the twins would be brought back with Trish and Dante, if not willingly, then by Dante and Trish dragging them back forcibly.

"Actually we just left Wendover." Trish replied, somewhat relieved that that part of this saga was over with.

"And the siblings?" Vergil asked, though he kept his voice calm and level, Trish smirked as she detected a trace of excitement in his voice, everyone was excited about them, some more than others.

"They have decided to come along." Trish informed quietly, she looked over her shoulder to see that Chris was busy glaring at Marlo, who was mouthing some words back. She didn't think that mentioning that the twins no longer had a place left to go to that they could call home, for now at least.

"Good, everyone will be glad to hear it." Vergil said, his voice elating slightly. "And the second thing I am calling about is a job actually."

"Did I hear him right?" Dante asked, he was listening to Trish's conversation with his brother half heartedly. "We're two damn days away from Capulet."

"Did someone say job?" Marlo asked, she and her brother turned to the two adults up front, each had an expression that could rival RoRa's, who was wearing it now as all three stared at them.

Dante smirked at his kids, Jesus Christ, he called them his kids! "Well, might as well hear him out." He said to Trish.

She nodded in return, a small smirk on her face, she thought it was cute, though weird that Dante's children were more ready to jump at a job than their father. She pressed the speakerphone button on her phone. "Vergil, go ahead and tell us what the jobs is."

"I take it that everyone in the car can hear me?" He asked, his voice staying the same cool monotone that it usually is. Everyone in the car made sounds of confirmation, including RoRa. "Alright then, first off allow me to introduce myself, I am Vergil, your idiot father's older brother."

Marlo and Chris grinned at that. "Pleasure to meet you." Chris replied.

"What he said." Marlo added. She reached forward then and smacked Dante on the back of his head.

"Hey! What was that for?" He yelled at his daughter.

"For being an idiot." Chris and Vergil replied. There was a moment of silence, then the car was filled with laughter, and Vergil's Chuckles, along with RoRa's wisps of laugher.

"Get along with the job Verge." Dante said.

Everyone in the car could practically hear Vergil's smirk. "Yes, a man by the name of Koret called earlier today. He owns a mine that has been in his family for around 150 years, he called saying that recently demons have driven off the miners, and seemed to have attacked the town during the night."

"So he wants to have us get rid of the demons for him basically." Marlo concluded.

"Is there any other reason for offering us money?" Vergil asked rhetorically.

"Koret?" Chris wondered aloud. "Hey Mar, wasn't there a small town called Koretville?"

"Actually, the information that Koret gave me suggests that his family is very affluent." Vergil said over the phone.

Chris hummed and leaned over and began to scrounge around in the bag on the floor and pulled out a dell laptop, then with his other hand produced a small rectangular device. Chris set the laptop on his lap and opened it, then hit a button on the device and a USB jack ejected out of it. He then plugged it into a port on the dell, then signed in. "Did he give the full name of the mine?"

"Koret family coal mine, not all that surprising since the family named the town after themselves." Vergil said, sounding somewhat amused. Chris smirked at Vergil's joke and began to type away on the computers keyboard.

"Should I find it funny that he's talking about people being arrogant and full of themselves?" Marlo asked, causing Trish and Dante to laugh out loud.

"It's the classic saying of the pot calling the kettle black." Dante said amusingly, Vergil said nothing, but his chagrin could be heard.

"Found it." Chris announced. "And according to this article, the Koret family bought to rights to the horse head mountain and surrounding land back in 1872. They established Koretville soon after the land purchase, then shortly after that they opened the mine." Chris looked up and had a sour expression. "It also says here that the mine is beyond enriched with coal veins that are speculated to run underneath the town, and they do sub-space mining."

"So?" Marlo and Dante asked.

"It means that it will limit the number of weapons and people if any of you are forced to go down into the mine." Vergil answered annoyed. "Sub-space mining is where they drill tunnels underneath the ground, the more classic image that most people think of."

"Exactly," Chris confirmed, "Since most of us happen to use weapons that work off of ignition, or can easily cause sparks, we all have to be careful."

"Oh, I get it now," Marlo exclaimed, "One random spark and we could create another Centralia."

Dante and Trish turned their heads slightly to look at the older twin, but it was Vergil who actually bit the bullet. "What exactly do you mean by another Centralia?"

"Centralia was a coal mining town," Chris explained. "They had dug out borough into a hill that they all used as a trash dump. Somehow, or at least someone, set fire to the trash one night, the fire than caught the coal veins aflame."

"And the smoke rising up from the ground contained nothing but carbon monoxide and dioxide, which made the town uninhabitable." Marlo continued. "The fire still burns today, causing sink holes throughout the town, in fact, the ground is so hot that they can no longer bury the dead, not that there's more than like 10 people living there anymore. The town is also the base design of the Silent hill movie."

"Interesting, a good analogy as well if the case does so happen to come." Vergil concluded.

"Hey," Marlo says aloud, "didn't we hear some rumors about Koretville a few weeks ago?"

Chris thought about it, then nodded his head. "Yes actually, we did. And if I remember correctly, those rumors talked about how the spirits of miners that had died in the mine were coming back after all this time."

"So that would indicate that Koret wasn't telling us the whole truth as to how long these events have been taking place." Trish concluded.

"Yeah, and it could also tell us whats happing as well." Dante said.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Ghost." The three more experienced devil hunters said in unison.

"Or zombies, either one." Dante added. The twins just stared at them in disbelief. "Guess you guys haven't really come across them yet huh?"

Chris shook his head no, but Marlo looked beyond excited. "Zombies! Seriously?" she asked with glee, a manic gleam in her eye.

"Yeah," Dante said, "Though it was only once." He then glared at the throne.

"For the last time Dante, I was being controlled!" Vergil exclaimed.

"Wait, you where the one that summoned the zombies? And you sicked them on Dante? You are the coolest uncle ever!" Marlo shouted with glee. Everyone could practically see Vergil smirk, even the twins which is funny since they have never met them. "You've got to sum-"

"NO!" Everyone shouted, Vergil included, RoRa joined in except she barked. Marlo pouted and stuck out her tongue at them all. Chris sighed and went back to reading the article on his computer.

"So how far away is this little slice of hell?" Dante asked.

"From Wendover, I would have to guess and say around four hours." Vergil answered.

"Found something!" Chris declared. Everyone who was in the car turned to look at him. "It says here that 20 years after the opening of the mind, there was an accident that collapsed a good number of tunnels, and killed plenty of the miners. When the mine shut down because the Koret's were having a hard time to find the money to replace everything, most of the population left, and since hasn't really climbed back up. Most of the citizens there today have deep roots, and of course the mine is the only real financial support around."

"So maybe when they were mining, they may have uncovered one of the tunnels that held the resting place of one of dead miners, thus causing it to come back and haunt the mine." Trish theorized.

"But we can't really go with that theory unless we get a full extent of the damages or accounts of the demons or supposed ghost." Chris countered.

"Hey Verge, did this guy even give us any details?" Dante asked.

"You know Dante, I am quite surprised you are even asking me questions as to the background of a job, it is not normally in character for you." Vergil mused. Everyone except Dante snickered at the red devil hunter. "To answer your question, no he didn't give me more than the usual line that we always get from customers."

"Hmm, sounds like someone has something to hide." Marlo mused with a smirk.

Dante and Trish looked at each other, then smiled. "So I take it we're accepting the job?" Dante asked.

"Absolutely." The twins answered, RoRa let out a sound of agreement as well.

"I'll have Lady call him back and work out a payment then." Vergil told them, then hung up.

"You have the directions to get there?" Dante asked Chris. He nodded and typed on the computer to pull up a map, then memorized the directions. Dante looked at the road and smiled. "Alright then, let's go see if this party is as good as it sounds." He then shifted into fifth gear and speed off down the highway, everyone in the car showed signs of eager anticipation, and some worry.

-3 and half hours later-

"Are we there yet?" Marlo whined from the backseat.

"YES!" Chris and Trish shouted at her, Dante only smirked, she took after him on road trips.

They passed a bright green sign that said 'Welcome to Koretville, home of' the rest of the words had been spray pained out and was replaced with 'Get the fuck out while you still can!'. They had turned onto a dirt road that had branched off the highway so suddenly that it was hidden by an overgrown evergreen tree. The town itself only had one actual paved roadway that was called Main Street. On either side of were poorly kept sidewalks that led directly into even poorer stores and buildings, almost all of which were closed or housed broken windows. The only real buildings they saw that were still open were the hardware store, a barber shop, and a mom and pop diner. A few people inside the shops all stopped what they were doing and stood up and stared as the car traveled down the paved street.

"I love how they made small town shithole feels so welcoming." Dante quipped.

Without missing a beat Marlo joined in. "Yes darling," she said in a mock upper class woman's voice. "We simply MUST trade decorating tips, have your people call mine."

"You sound like Meryl Strep." Chris commented, Trish started laughing as Dante pulled up next to the mom and pop diner and put the car in reverse. "Is this where Vergil said we'd find Koret?"

"Yeah, though quite frankly I'm surprised that someone who seems to have a shit ton of money like him wants to meet here." Dante said as he cut the engine and stepped out, then slide forward his chair to allow the twins and RoRa to exit.

Chris brought along the bag, "Think you can pop the trunk?"

Dante quirked an eyebrow, "Think we'll need to?"

"Never can be too safe," Marlo interjected, "Especially when the locals may resent you." Dante shrugged and went to the back of the car and unlocked the trunk, allowing Chris to put the back pack in with the other two bags that the twins owned.

"Remember Mar, NO taunting the natives." Chris warned. "And that includes saying 'Paddle faster, I hear banjo's'."

Marlo crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue at her brother. Trish looked around to survey their surroundings, and found something truly odd. "Does anyone else notice how there isn't any children around here?"

Chris shrugged as Dante closed the trunk, pulling out Rebellion from it. "Well, in mining towns a lot of the time when the kids grow up they try to leave or either join in on the mining crew, like a steel worker family, almost everyone in that family is bound to work there. Plus, like all places that are the backbone of societies, there are plenty of risks of developing major health issues like cancer or black lung. So people either left, or the kids that grew up and left didn't allow their kids to come here for risk of exposure."

"Reaching a bit there." Marlo said as they walked onto the sidewalk and she opened the door.

"Probably." Chris agreed as he walked in, and met the patrons of the diner. Most looked tired and older than their age, all of them showed signs of hard living and screamed lower working class, and not a single child was in sight.

A waitress from behind the counter that looked to be in her fifties with a name tag 'Bethany' was the first person to talk to the group as they filed into the diner. "Welcome to Koret's, what do you folks want?"

"We're looking for a guy that this place is named after." Dante asked with a grin, Trish didn't even bother with acknowledging the action, it was an old habit for either of them to try and charm those around the them to get information.

Bethany's face grew taught, and some of the people in the diner glared at them. "He called earlier and said that a group of people were arriving, so you four are the hunters that he hired."

Chris stepped forward and sat on the covered stool at the counter. "Yes we are." Bethany looked down at him and his sister as she too joined him. Her face grew haunted as she looked at them, almost pained to look at them.

"Aren't you two a bit young to be doing this job?" she asked worriedly.

"Not really." Marlo answered, "You could say it's in the blood." She shot a glance at Dante as he and Trish sat on either side of the twins. "So, mind telling us about your lovely little town."

"Sure, if you four order something and drop the damn attitude." Bethany told her bluntly.

Dante and Marlo chuckled as Trish and Chris grinned, RoRa whined from down on the floor.

"I'll take pancakes with a side sausage, eggs and hash browns with some orange juice." Chris said with a small genuine smile.

"Sure thing sweetie," Bethany replied with a smile, "And I'll throw in some extra eggs and links for your wolf," she winked at him, "On the house."

"Thank you." Chris replied. RoRa barked her approval, they were all surprised the waitress got her classification right when so many haven't before.

"No problem honey." Bethany replied, then took out a notepad and pen, then scribbled onto the page. "What about the rest of you guys?"

"Same as him, except with coffee." Marlo told her.

"Strawberry sundae." Dante replied. Bethany smirked and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as she scribbled down the order.

"I'll have a coffee and some eggs, sunny side up, with a side of toast." Trish told her.

"Sure thing." Bethany said, then after she got done writing down the orders, turned around and clipped the order form to a revolving metal lazy susan type device and banged on the metal countertop. "Hey Cal! Start the damn kitchen up, we've got visitors!" a growl was heard in response and soon the sound of cooking started. Bethany turned to the coffee machine next to her and poured out two cups, then placed them in front of Trish and Marlo, then gave them a cream and sugar dispensers. "So, what do you folks wanna know?" she asked as she turned around and started to pour a glass of orange juice from a pitcher inside a large plate glass refrigerator behind her.

"What kind of activity has taken place over the last two months." Trish answered. Bethany placed the glass of orange juice in front of Chris, then turned around and pulled out a tub of strawberries and ice cream.

"More specifically, has there been anything such talk of the dead coming-" Chris started, but was interrupted by the front door opening. Everyone turned to the front door to find a man standing at it, looking both smug and out of place. He wore clothes that told that he wasn't off the same social standing as the people inside the diner, clean pressed three piece suit, a rolex on his left wrist, hair thinning and a face that was free of worry lines. He was of around mid thirties in age, and to the group of hunters, he radiated someone that wasn't to be trusted. The people that were sitting inside the diner at that point decided to stand up and walk towards the door as the man walked towards the group.

"You must be the group from Devil May Cry, my name is Sephio Koret. I am sorry that you had to stay here and receive the locals 'hospitality'." Sephio stuck out his hand to shake with one of the hunters, but none of them took it. He stood there looking stupid as everyone that was left stared at him. "Right, anyway, thank you for coming here, I know that it was a long trip here-"

"Look buddy," Dante interrupted, "Lets skip the bullshit and get down to business."

Sephio stiffened and then set a hard gaze upon Dante. "Alright then, I have a problem, you fix it, no questions asked, and I give you your money." Bethany slammed down a sundae bowl in front of Dante and stormed off. Dante turned in his seat and started to eat the sundae, a thoughtful look on his face. "So then, we have a deal?"

"You know, this is actually good." he said to Bethany. "But the strawberries taste a little different."

Bethany smiled softly and looked at him as she washed the countertop. "Everything grown around here has that taste, kinda gritty but it increases the flavor."

Dante nodded his head and took another bite. "My compliments to the chef."

"Thank you kindly." She responded.

"Do we have a deal?" Sephio asked again, this time more impatient.

Chris slammed down the empty glass of orange juice and stood up. "Excuse me, but where's the bathroom at?"

Bethany pointed towards a doorway on the other side of the diner. "Go through there, take a right, next to the emergency exit."

"Thank you." Chris said, then turned and walked off.

"Why exactly do you not want us to ask any questions?" Marlo asked Sephio as she sipped her coffee.

Sephio set his lips in a tight line. "Look, I'm paying you guys a shit load aren't I? so aren't I allowed some form of discrepancy?"

"Sure," Dante replied. "But I'm not feeling real discrepant today, so tell us what the fuck we want to know."

A bell rang and a gruff voice shouted, "Order up!" Bethany picked up the plates and then deposited them on the counter in front of their respective owners. Marlo took the Styrofoam tray filled with RoRa's food and placed it on the floor in front of the hungry wolf.

"Look, all I know is that something is scaring off my workers from the mine, and the less they work, the less money I get." Sephio told them annoyed. "Nothing else is happening, or at least nothing that matters." Bethany visibly stiffened, but Sephio ignored it. "Now, are you taking this job or not?"

"I guess we will." Trish replied as she took a bite of her toast. Then a chill went up Dante's spine, he narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"Don't you think your brother should be back by now, his eggs are getting cold." Bethany asked Marlo.

The elder sister narrowed her brows as she chewed a piece of pancake, then swallowed. "Yeah, what's taking him so long?"

Dante got up and started his way back to the doorway. "I'll go check on him, not like I've got anything better to do while waiting for you guys."

Sephio then walked towards the door and left, no one bothered to say anything to the man, they were glad to see him leave. Trish took this time to finally get something off her chest that she's been wanting to inquire about. "Marlo."

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to ask, who is this Shcri?" Marlo chewed her food for a long while, then finally swallowed and sighed.

She turned to Trish and gazed at her. "I guess you could say that he's my other brother."

Trish looked at her in mild confusion, but inside she was worrying. "Explain more please."

Marlo shrugged her shoulders and bite into a sausage link. "Nothing much else to say other than that he's Chris's other personality, a more psychopathic personality with an even worse bad attitude."

Trish sighed and looked into her coffee cup. "Well, I guess Dante was right when he said we might need Vergil."

Now it was Marlo's turn to look at her weirdly. "What does that mean?"

"Let's just say that dual or multiple violent personalities are quite common in your family."

Marlo looked at her, then shrugged and started to eat again, but stopped and sighed. "Hey Trish, there's probably something you should know about what Sid said when we were in my room."

Trish started to say something, but Dante burst into the room and then stomped up to the counter. "Where the hell does that back door lead?" he demanded Bethany.

The waitress paled visibly, then put her hand to her face and sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that they have him."

"Who the hell is they?" Dante demanded, slamming his hand on the counter.

Bethany looked at them with sorrow filled eyes. "The miners, they took him like the other children of this town."

-five minutes before, with Chris.-

Chris opened the door to the only bathroom in the diner, and found a little girl inside it. She was small, petite as others would likely say. She wore brown dingy clothes, a jacket that was covered in filth, and pants with similar conditions. She had brown mousy hair that went down to her shoulders, and carried a dirty pink stuffed rabbit doll in her left hand. She giggled and looked up into Chris's eye.

Chris knew that something was wrong with the scene before him, yet he didn't feel alarmed, instead he felt intrigued. He crouched down and looked into the girls eyes with his and smiled. "Hello there, what's your name?"

The girl giggled again. "Emma." She replied in a bubbly voice that sounded like wind chimes. Chris's alarmed senses seem to ease as the little girl talked more, he felt more… entranced.

"So Emma, what are you doing in the bathroom here? Where's your family?"

Emma giggled sadly, then grabbed ahold of Chris's hand and tugged. "I'll show you." And then dragged him back through the back room door. Chris offered no resistance, instead he followed her willingly, a smile spreading across his face as they exited through the emergency exit. As they walked outside and along a dirt trail that lead into the woods behind the diner, all Chris thought was, 'Why do I feel so sad?'

Alucardismaster: hey guy's, what's up? Well this is a new chapter, and a pretty boring one in my opinion, sorry that it was nothing but plot. Anyway, hope you guys stick around to read the next chapter, I'll try and make it good. So, peace out.

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