Sorry it took so long, documents wouldn't work. (I couldn't save them at all so... it was just like, a white screen... sorry.)

Okay, now you guys should get what I meant. When I said the "too soon for this mission" right?

So, anyway... if anyone has a specific request for a mission you want to see in particular, let me know, okay? because I probably will go along witht the plot first. I won't really do too many missions unless I end up with a reason to.

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"Are we there yet...?" Jack complained again, groaning and slouching forward.

"I know... this is so boring..." Lloyd said, right behind him.

"...You both said that this was going to be cool when we first got in here." Jarvis said, glaring with one raised eyebrow.

"Yeah but... now it seems just... all the more less appealing what with the puddles of slime everywhere and those areas where the sidewalk ends and you have to jump over--"

"Lloyd." Kratos cut him off. Lloyd stopped talking with a flinch, turning to his father nervously, "Y-yeah, Kratos?" he laughed nervously.

"Remember why you're here."

"I... I know." he said, nodding, "...I'll never forget how they took Colette... I'll never forgive them..." he clutched his fist and put on an eager face.

"... Just don't be caught off-guard." he warned, ending his short lesson.

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"Hey." Jack blinked, pointing towards a ladder up ahead. "...I think that's it, this is where they went, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think you're right." Jarvis said, "Lets move on."

They walked over to the end of the passageway and Lloyd was first to grip the ladder. "...I'm coming, Colette." he declared quietly.

"...Be careful, Lloyd." Kratos warned. "...Remember, it's probably a trap."

They one by one followed Lloyd to the top, the ladder was wide, so two people could be at the top at the same time.

"Welcome to our party, boys!" A short, red-haired boy with a green bandana gave a big grin to Lloyd.

"A-AH!" Lloyd grunted, being wacked in the head by something blunt and exessively large at the same time as Lloyd who followed. Kratos looked up in almost-horror at his son being dragged away from him, he caught sight of the blood rolling down his cheek and hissed a small 'damnit' to himself.

"...Stay here." he turned his head downward to Jarvis. "...This became personal." he growled.

Jarvis froze, getting a glimpse of his face before he turned upward again and continued.

"S...scary..." he breathed, falling off of the ladder and onto his back. He stared up it, on his back, still having difficulty breathing, Kratos had eyes that were glowing red... glowing, man!

"Uagh... nudder one, Nocturne..." A very tall and fat man with numerous piercings and a giant club smirked at a man who stood off to the side.

"Ah... Kratos, you're here." Nocturn welcomed him. "...It took you long enough... Now all I have to do is kill you and you'll never get in my way again..." he gave a sickeningly wide smile to him, wide eyes.

Kratos was unphased, watching him draw his sword, "Come on!" he challenged in a shrill voice, "I have to destroy you!!" he laughed hysterically.

"...If that's what you want..." Another voice came from behind Kratos.

"..." The seraph turned halfway, watching as a tall man with dark, sculpted facial hair entered.

"...Gerald." Kratos nodded to him. "...I thought you might show up..."

"...Yeah." the scarred man smirked, "...If you would..." he motioned for Kratos to go to the people tied up in the corner. "...this battle is mine." he said.

"I understand your request." Kratos agreed, stepping off to the side. He faced off with the big guy with the club who just finished tying up his son alongside Colette, Jack and the Princess. They were in a dungeon-looking room, there were torture devices hanging on the wall near the door, and a table with straps on it in the middle of the room.

"So." Gerald cracked his knuckles, turning to Nocturne, "you void thugs are kidnapping now?" he frowned with dissaproval, "... it's pathetic."

"You're as stupid as ever, Gerald..." Nocturn growled raspily, "... You're outnumbered."

Kratos faced the fat man and the silver-haired boy dressed as a purple ninja. The ninja, Eon, ran at him and Kratos kicked him away in one, quick movement. Knocking him against the wall.

"You guy go now!" he said, drooling. "You interrupting!"

"...You sicken me... You take advantage of him... ambushing him..." Kratos growled in a dangerously low tone, "... I'll kill you." he stated, drawing his sword and glaring daggers at him.

"Juz twY!" the fat guy laughed, smiling while looking down at him.

"..." he remained silent, sidestepping his blunt and slow move and slashing him in the side quickly. He moved behind him again when he turned to make another swing at him. Kratos drove his sword into his shoulderblade from behind, Making the man roar in incredible pain.

"Gyauuugh!" he cried, falling forward and landing on his face. The other two follower boys back away a bit, watching blood stream out and pool around him.

...OWNED.

Belleflower, the green-eyed princess, screamed at the sight, sheilding her eyes. She had just awoken, along with the blonde-haired anger beside her.

Kratos kneeled beside the four of them who were unconscious and tied against the wall. He cut all of the ropes loose and pulled them off, throwing them on top of the hyperventillating man who he just almost killed. But he didn't... not just yet.

He turned his head just enough to see Gerald falling to his knees, grunting and holding the gaping wounds. Kratos stood, stoic, as he watched Nocturn whipe his blade off.

"Now..." Nocturn smiled, "...Your turn..." he laughed.

"... Wrong move." Kratos stated, he walked forward, his sword already drawn. "Are you sure that you want to die like this? I don't think that they'll find your body any time soon..." he warned him, but Nocturn's eyes just widened and he took the threat as a 'come on'.

Kratos swiftly slid to the side and Nocturn spun around, swinging his sword low, at his waist. Kratos knocked off his attack, he took the opportuniy while Nocturn recovered to send a vital blow to his stomache, Nocturn grunted when Kratos twisted the sword to the right with his wrist slightly.

"Damn!" Nocturn hissed, swinging his sword at him again.

Kratos drew his sword back out of him and moved out of the way, but the sword still came at him, He blocked it and pushed Nocturn back again with his sword against his.

Nocturn made another swing for Kratos, but the auburn-haired mercinary jumped over his head in a flip, driving his sword into the center of his back once he landed.

"Augh!" Nocturn grunted, struggling not to fall to his knees as Kratos drove it a bit deeper.

"...Perish..." The seraph sput, drawing the crimson drenched sword from his back and slashing him again.

"...Anyone else?" he turned halfway to the other two boys, he waited patiently for a reply, but they backed away from him, eyes wide.

The princess whimpered and sheilded her eyes, burying her face in Colette's shoulder. Colette put her hand on her back, stroking gently. "It's fine... he didn't kill them." she whispered. The princess whimpered.

"B-but... the blood, it's... the blood is..."

"D-DON'T KILL ME!!" Elmo, the red-haired boy witht the green bandana whined, running out of the room, followed by Solo, the other one.

"..." Kratos sheilded his sword as he watched the cowards make their escape.

"Lloyd, Lloyd!" Colette shook the brunette boy, who groaned and opened one eye.

"...Oww..." he muttered, as Colette hauled him up onto her shoulder. Making The princess gasp in surprise, her eyes wide.

"Wha...what... how did you...?!"

"He's... lighter than I thought?" Colette giggled, lying.

Having finally recovered, a shaken Jarvis went up the ladder. "...Gerald just left me there twitching... having been scarred for like..." he muttered, reaching the top and taking in the sight of Colette, holding a teenage boy twice her size on her shoulder with one hand.

"A-AHH!!" he screamed, taking a step back, "Wha..." he glanced at Kratos, "AHHHH!!" memories of the look of death flashed back into his mind as he took in the sight of Kratos, who's eyes looked like they were stained with the sight of blood. And speaking of which, Kratos JUST-SO-happened to be standing above TWO dead-looking people with a bloody sword in his hands.

...As Jarvis tried to breathe, while twitching on the floor again, Kratos helped Gerald to his feet. Gerald grunted, gasping and struggling to take in air.

"...You'd better be careful next time..." Kratos told him quietly, earning a chuckle from the deputy.

"I'm... I'm fine, don't be rediculous..." he made a big grin, but then grimaced in pain as he felt a sharp jab in his side. "Urgh..."

"... I'm starting to wonder if my words have ever meant anything to anyone..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Gerald." A woman's voice came from the ladder, "You! Unhand him." Elwen pointed accusingly at Kratos.

"N-no..." Gerald waved off her assumption, "...He's a friend of mine, I met him not too far back..." he said.

'Yesterday' Kratos thought, rephrasing him in his mind.

"...I see. Well then, thank you for your help, sir..."

"Kratos."

"Yes, right. Sir Kratos." she said, almost musingly.

"...Urgh..." Gerald breathed, going unconscious.

"Hey, Lloyd..." Jack started, turning to the taller swordsman.

"Huh?" Lloyd blinked, facing him, "What is it?"

"...you old teacher sure is awsome for someone who's only a teacher..." he grinned.

Lloyd flinched at him notiching that, "Y-yeah! I know!" He decided to play along, hiding his nervousness under a fake smile.

Kratos frowned, whiping off his sword and sheithing it as more guild members invaded the room.

"Thank you for saving me, brave hero!" Belleflower clasped her hands together, blushing and leaning towards Kratos with a dreamy smile.

"H-hey, what about me?" a plump, short boy said, walking towards her.

"Uh... you too, Drake." she waved him off before returning to swooning over the red-haired mercinary.

"It's Daniel!"

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