Welcome, children. Lemme tell ya a story... once upon a time there was an author name Boby Blaby... he loved all dogs go to heaven very much. But hated its sequel. And decided to write his own sequel! One that would capture the maturity and darkness of the original... and then he decided to be lazy and update it very inconsistently... Then, he decided 'screw it! I'm gonna see this thing through!' and got a little idea in his head. One that will not be shared, as it is a major plot point that may or may not be revealed in this chapter... a plot point even more incredible than Anne Marie's death! …
And i highly recommend you read this chapter while listening to Gregorian's version of ave satini...
Itchy and Charlie stood in silence. Countless emotions and thoughts welling and shifting inside of them as they contemplated beneath the tree Itchy had spent so many days under, mourning for Charlie. The dead field setting the perfect scene for the mourning of Anne-Marie...
"Charlie... what happened to her? How could that have..." Itchy was verging on breaking down again. While Charlie held so sadness on his face. Only anger, and a desire for vengeance. As he had learned over the years to not believe in coincidence.
"Itch... I have a feeling this goes deeper than either of us can imagine..." Their solemn states were destroyed as a spire of seemingly living flame erupted in front of them, clearing to reveal the original cause of all of Charlie, Itchy, and Anne's problems. "... Speak of the devil, eh Carface?" Charlie spat as the hell hound in question sat contently on the dirt in front of them, in a form much different than when Charlie had met him in hell. He now appeared as normal as he had been in life. Which in the long run was not saying much for the gray haired Bulldog. His toothy grin as offsetting as any demons.
"Oh, Charlie... How wonderful... So sorry for your loss, really too bad about that poor gi-"
"you had a part in that, didn't you!" Charlies composure left him instantly at his nerve to mention her.
"Who, me? No Charlie, no... As much as I would have liked to... No, the brat was killed by another demon. A real old goat." He spoke of this so casually, as if Charlie had asked the time over a pleasant conversation. This only enraged the German Shepard more, earning a snarl from the dog in question, and a slight yellowish glow in his eyes. Carface's grin grew and he chuckled darkly at the aggression. "oh my Charlie, the demon blood getting to you? Its real nie when it first sets in... your soul is all loosened up, and you feel like power is all that's in your veins... then you start to loose control, and you can't tell the difference between your friends and foes-"
"SHUT UP!" Charlie roared, glaring with a primal hatred reserved for the most animalistic of beings. Itchy observed the exchange with wide and fearful eyes, starting to find it hard to distinguish between the two as to who the demon was. Carface however, was not in any way phased by Charlies outburst. In fact, he was at best apathetic.
"Charlie, I don't think you really get the picture here... so allow me to spell out this situation for the simple reality that it is. The girl is now in the very bowels of hell. You have no hope of saving her."
"Thats impossible. She has never sinned in her entire life."
"Ah, that may be true Charlie... But no one is exempt from the sins of the past. What exactly do you think her REAL parents did before they left her in the streets?" Charlies face quickly blanked out. Shock the only thing present upon his features. "Ahhh, yes Charlie... They sold their own unborn child's soul to Satan to escape their miserable lives... And now, the time has come to collect. You saved her momentarily from that fire we set, but you cannot stop the intentions of death itself..." Carface began to laughe, first softly, then violently and manically, his eyes glowing red and his teeth becoming yellow fangs. In a matter of milliseconds his body was enveloped in raging flame, and he vanished as abruptly as he had appeared, leaving the sullen field in silence. The grass peacefully swaying in the wind, a calm before the storm.
"Ch...Charlie? … w-what do we do? How do we help her?" Itchy asked desperately. Hoping there was something, anything they could do to change what had happened. He wondered if charlie had even heard him, as his features remained emotionless, distant and turned off. Until his head slowly turned and his eyes locked with the forlorn dachshund. Speaking calmly, as if his words carried no weight. Although they most certaintly did.
"Itch... I will save her... even if it takes scouring the darkest depths of hell to find her..."
BOOM!... BANG!... LE PLOT TWIST!... I am just full of good ideas lately :P like mixing peanut butter and good beef jerky. Surprisingly nummy...