Alright, sorry for not updating in a while. . . .
After the blast of ther gun, Cain pried his eyes open, expecting to see blood splattered on the floor and Jizabel lying dead on the floor. But, as you know, nothing is ever what you expect. Jizabel was gone, not writhing on the floor in pain from a bulet in his heart, and Riff had disappeared as well. Cain sank to the floor, tears pooling up in his eyes. He sighed and the tears flooded over, and Mary burst into the room.
"Cain?!" she shrieked. "Cain, are you okay? What was that? Why did I hear a gun?"
Cain was silent as tears slowly trickled down his face.
Mary looked confused. She looked around the room. No Riff. "Oh. . . " she threw her arms around him and squeezed tightly. "Oh, Cain! Where is he? Cain?"
"I. . . I don't know, Mary. I just. . . I don't know," he sobbed.
"Cain, it's gonna be okay. Don't worry. We'll find him."
He sighed. "I guess. Listen Mary," Cain said, suddenly becoming very stern, "It's not safe anymore. You are not safe. No matter where we go, they'll find us."
"Who?"
He ignored her question. "Tomorrow night, we leave here in search for Riff."
"We?"
Again he ignored her. "I'll wake you up at dawn tomorrow, and teach everything you'll need to know. It may not be fun, Mary, but I know what you can do, and I know you can help me find Riff. Trust me on this, okay?"
Mary nodded. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she learned everything she needed to know. But what? What did she need to know?
The sun was barely above the horizon when Cain woke up. He dressed himself, and then went to get Mary. He opened the door to her room, to find her dressed in black pants and a black shirt. "Mary Wheather? Since when has it been appropriate for you, or any lady, to stop wearing her skirts?"
"I'm a treand-setter, Cain." She joked.
"Mary. . . "
"Cain, if I'm going to fight, how am I supposed to do it in layers and layers of petticoats and skirts?"
"Well. . ."
"See, I have a point there." She said pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. "Let's go." her stomach growled loudly.
"Well, let's get some food first, Mary." Cain chuckled.
"Good idea," she giggled.
Y'know. . . none of these chapters are ever that long. . . . but I like making them short. I think it adds suspense. Does it? I don't know. But, I think I might just put another chapter on right now. I mean, I've got nothing better to do. . .