Note; Something funky is going on with my document manager and I cannot edit any document I download. I was going to add something to Part Six but alas, I cannot. I'm sorry for the inconvience.

Update; Nevermind folks! I guess someone fixed the problem and now I can edit my downloaded documents! :D Yayayayayay. Keep Reading and when it comes around for Christmas, I'll give you guys and gals something special! Keep reading. :]

Yours,

Blood-Stained Marionette~

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Part Seven

Descendent

I continued on my way, the note from Loki in my pocket and the doll that was with it in my hand. I had put the handgun away, seeing that I really didn't need it now that I was back in reality. I examined the doll as I walked into the main entrance and found it to have superior qualities and I was definitely adding it to the collection I had going on at my own home. That thought made me stop, what did await me when I got home? Would there be dad or would there be some horrible scene before me?

Thats when I turned around to see that creep again and this time, he looked like he was ruffled up alittle bit and shaken. He came up to me but I gave him a nasty look. He didn't proceed any farther but he didn't exactly go away either. He definitally was hired by Claudia to find me and that wasn't as mysterious as Loki's ties to that wrenched crazy old hag!

"What was all of that?" He asked me, apparently talking about the "Other World" that we were once in.

"I don't know." I told him curtly and then I began to take a step back.

"Whats with that look on your face? Is something wrong?" He asked me, and I merely scoffed at him.

"You're one of them aren't you? Is that why Claudia sent you after me?" I growled at him and he gave me a puzzled look.

"Who is one of 'them' anyway? Claudia only hired me to find you." The man explained and I only glared at him.

"Who are you? You have to be one of them! If you hadn't found me, none of this would've happened?" I spewed at him and he scoffed at me.

"I'm Douglas Carter and I don't see whats so special about you anyway?" Douglas asked me and I looked down.

"I don't know but...there's have to be something..." I replied as I turned away from Douglas and walked toward the subway alittle, "I'm running from something but I don't remember it."

There was a brief pause and then it hit me.

"How did I even remember that?" I mused and then continued onto the subway.

"Where are you going?" Douglas asked me and I looked at him briefly and then put my head forward.

"Home." I replied as I got to the stairs.

"What should I do?" He asked me as if I would hold the answer.

I shrugged, "Hell if I know."

Thats when I began to go down the stairs. The long hall ahead of me gave me a feeling of displacement; I couldn't help but feel like I was out of place. Leaving that feeling behind me, I made a turn around the corner and held the doll alittle tighter. I coud have sworn that I heard a monsterously vague growl but nothing was there. I could sort of feel Loki's presence behind me but when I looked back, he wasn't there.

Loki's presence was encouraging, you felt like you could do anything. He always seems to know what to do too. Why would he know, I never quite grasped at. Somehow, he had connections to the 'Other World' that no one else had. Sadly, I think that came with the price of being in his situation. Making it to the concourse, I looked around for anything useful.

Seein a newspaper laying on the Newspaper dispensor, I picked it up and looked at the front page article. The reporter wrote about how a man was killed by a subway train when he fell into the tracks. He died on the station I needed to head to too. I put the newspaper back and pressed onward and I found myself facing the ghost of Loki's Childhood again.

"What's wrong?" I asked, his upset expression telling me something was wrong.

"Its...all my fault." The boy replied and I looked at him with concern.

"What is your fault?" I asked and the boy shook his head.

"I tried to get her away from it." Loki's Child form told me as he began to walk away.

"Get who away from what?" I followed the boy and he went alittle faster.

"I'm going to be burned for sure." The boy said and then breathed, "It's what they want and what I deserved."

"Who is they? Why would they want to burn you? Thats horrible!" I replied to him as I ran up to him, squated and grabbed him (while making him face me).

The boy just frowned and then my hands began to feel pain. I let him go and he caught on fire!! Scurrying away and mortified, I stared in horror as the boy turned black and then to ash that blew away in an unknown wind. I still couldn't move, scared stiff of what just happened right before my eyes. After eventually recollecting my composer, I continued to where my station was. Just as I was a flight of stairs short, I found a book laying on the ground. It was a book on occult.

I read it distantly and then Loki's writing was on the last page. 'Heather, becareful. The Other World is interfering with Reality and the trains...if you stay too long on the tracks, You'd...I'd...please aviod the tracks unless necassary.' it read and I decided to take heed of it. Then I thought back to the burning figure of the ghost and then I looked at Loki's rag doll. I felt tears in my eyes and the comforting presence of Loki kept my sadness at bay.