THE WOLFE: This is chapter two. Once again, I only own James and Sarah Mickenley, all other characters belong to the makers of Elfen Lied. Read, Relax, and Review!

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CHAPTER 2: NAKED CHICKS AND AN ODD JOB

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"Could you slow this thing down?" yelled Sarah over the roar of the engine. "What?" James replied. "Nevermind..." she grumbled. He let out a hearty laugh. They continued to scream down the road on the silver painted bike. The town wasn't far ahead.

James could smell the salty air of the beach nearby, and decided to take a detour. Hew swerved off the main road and landed in the sand, much to the horror of his sister, who was tossed up a good foot into the air before falling. He laughed even more at her angry retort. James looked up and noticed the girl he had met earlier that week, walking along the beach with a young man. This must be her cousin, he thought. He stopped the bike shortly infront of them, flinging his sister out of the back seat and into the hot sand below.

"Hey, Yuka wasn't it? " James asked the now sand smothered Yuka. The guy next to her started laughing, earning him a good sized red hand print on his face. "Yes," she said with a cooling anger as she wiped the sand from herself. "Kouta, this is James. James, this is my cousin Kouta. You two will be living together at the house for the school year." Yuka finally noticed the incapacitated sarah on the ground. "Who is she?" the words had a small amount of threat in them. James wondered what that meant.

"She's just my little sister, Sarah. she got accepted too and wouldn't let me leave without her. I hope you don't mind." James told them with an inocent smile on his face. "Well, just make sure she doesn't do anything." Yuka finaly answered with a sigh. This might complicate things with Kouta, she thought.

Sarah fianlly struggled to stand up. She was still a little shocked from the stop. She looked around towards the beach and let out a small cry of surprise. The others looked and gasped, as stnading there, completely naked, was woman with long, light pink hair, and deep maroon eyes. James just sighed, pulled out some cloths from his bag and handed them to her. At this rate, he thought, I will be out of cloths in a month. The girl, however, just stood there with a blank expression on her face. "Uhh....." was all he could say. Who was she, and why in the hell was she just standing there naked, looking like an idiot?

She just stood there,stared at the group for a moment, and broke down into tears. Yuka ran over knocked him over as she tried to comfort the girl. "Ugh. No need to be so violent. It's not like I upset her!' he cried up defensivley. Yuka ignored him, "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Sarah wlked over with a cloth to deal wit hthe bleeding. As she brushed, she was the first to notice the small horns that looked like cat ears. "Hey James, take a look at this!"

James walked over and looked at them. "Interesting." he mumbled. "Nyu?" "Huh? Is that your name?" He asked. "Nyu." "I guess it is. That or she just doesn't know any other words." James looked off into the distance, noticing a facility out in the water. Could she be from there? James pondered this theory as the went back to the Inn, Nyu in tow for some reason.

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"This will be your room." Yuka pointed into a rather small looking room. Well, small compared to Kouta's. Must be a family first thing. "Thank you." James replied as he walked in, closed the door, and removed his Trench coat. Underneath was a small assortment of hand guns. He sorted them out, hid them in spots around the room that no one would look. He then turned to the closet, opening it to see how big it was. Pleased with the size, he put his clothes in it. He also opened a special bag, took something out and placed it in the closet, along with an slightly too-long violin case. Contempt, he turned and left the room, heading into another room where he heard the others talking.

He heard a spilling noise, but too late. James had stepped right into a puddle of urine, without anything on his feet. He looked down at the whimpering form below him, and smiled warmly. Hold it... Don't blow a gasket... "I think she needs a bath..." he said through gritted teeth. James walked away to clean his foot while Yuka and Sarah took Nyu off to bath her. Poor Kouta was eft to clean up the mess.

James was yet again in his room, scrubing his foot with a soap covered rag. He grumbled angrilly for a while. James looked at the time, and decided it was time he left for work. Night shift... He loved those. James decided not to tell the others where he was going. Easier that way. He slipped out of the house, heading to his bike. He carried it along for awhile. After he was far enough away, he roared down to the place where they said to meet them. When he arrived, there was a helicopter waiting for him. Two people in black met him.

"A bit much for just one person, isn't it?" James noted. "Not so. We need as many guards at the facility as possible now. One of our subjects recentley escaped, killing atleast a dozen guards on the way out. But this should be no problem for you, eh, Seargent Major James Mickenley of the U.S. Marine Corps?" James smiled at the mention of his main job. Off on leave for a while for mental therapy. Luckily, his brother, Mike, was acting as his 'therapist'. Family ties rule.

"I sure hope your 'mental instability' will not harm your work." Said the one on the right. He had a pair of glasses and an emotionless look about his face. Upon further inspection, James could almost seee the slightest bit of saddness in his eyes. "Don't worry; it won't." They boarded the helicopter and were carried off.

The flight was short. They had landed on a platform on a facility on an island. James believed it to be the same one he had seen that morning. The man in black cloths led him down a white hall. "So... What do you guys even do here that's so dangerous?" he aksed after a long pause.

"I'm sorry, but at the moment you can't be told what is going on. Not that we don't trust you, it's just policy. After one night here, I can tell you." answered the man with jet-black hair.

"Great. So, what escaped?"

"I can't tell you."

Infuriated, James roared, " Then what the hell can you tell me?!?"

The man, unfazed, said cooly "You are to be my on-field assistant in finding it. That is all you need to know." He handed James a 50. caliber sniper rifle. "I read that you are quite eficient with this type of gun. Three point blank rounds in quick succsession, killing four people, if I am correct."

James grinned. "Yeah. Easy, they just lined up for it really. But why do I need something this powerful? What am I supposed to get, a damn tank?"

The man pushed the glasses up to the top of his nose. "The thing your hunting can't be hit with a normal gunfire. Only anti-tank rounds can penetrate. But what your hunting isn't a 'damn tank'; it's a person. A teenage girl with light pink hair, most likely naked. Her most identifiable feture, however, is her horns on the top of her head." This caught James aback, but it didn't show on his face. I knew it, she did come from here. But someone that pathectic couldn't kill a dozen guys with guns.

The man got off his radio and turned towards him. "The S.A.T. team is heading out to search for her. You better go with them. Back at the helicopter pad." With this, he left James, who ran back the way he came, swearing all the way. James made it in time to leap into the already 3 meter high helicopter, grabbing the edge for dear life.

"A little help?" Two men in vests saying S.A.T. pulled him up. The man who looked like he was in the lead walked over to him. "You must be the Director's new field guy, the hot shot American sniper." At this, many of the group snickered. James just sighed and sat next down.

"A sniper huh? Is the Director so afraid that we can't do this that he sends in an American with us?" Roared a man next to him. "If you think your gonna get my kill Yank, you got another thing commin'!" James simply sat there. "Well, what do you got to say to that?"

"Leave him alone Bantou." quipped in one of the men, earning him and evil stare.

"Bantou huh? We've heard of you in the Marines. A sociopath with a tendency to attack your officers. But we also heard that your the best the Japanese have. Well, I'm the best the U.S. has, so lets not get into a fight before we get the target, shall we?" but somehow, james knew that he would have to betray this guy if he was to keep that girl safe. He felt that she was important for some reason. Interesting.

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THE END

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THE WOLFE: Well, that is chapter two. Thank you for those reviews guys. A bit longer than the last. Please review again. Also, Nyu IS Lucy, haha, I pulled a loop-hole on you!