ANOTHER CHAPPY OF WHITE AND BLACK'S MISADVENTURES IN C.J'S HEAD! WHAT STRANGE, STRANGE TIMES WILL THEY WITNESS FROM C.J'S PAST THIS TIME?

MY THANKS TO Aitora x Otaku FOR THE MAIN IDEA FOR THIS CHAPPY! KEEP ON TRUCKIN'!

Ch.44: Animal Rights

White looked around the broad hallway, A slightly younger C.J beginning to pad down the hall with all the other girls. I looked down at the mask, "How exactly are we supposed to go deeper?"

"If I recall correctly, you should be able to see doors marked with something of significance. Go through those and you will move to the next memory." Oh, joy. Door hunting.

Marked with something significant? How the f*** am I supposed to…. I grazed the hallway, stopping on a door near us. I pointed, "How about that one?" I stepped over to it, taking a better look.

It was a large, heavy chrome plated door with a strong lock and what looked like some kind of animal like pattern engraving in the shimmering metal. Defiantly out of place. I looked over to White and he nodded, immediately taking the round handle and twisting, yanking it open and stepping to the other side without hesitation and pulling me along with him.

You could say we were startled. As the door swung shut behind us it was no longer shiny and strange, but rusty and covered in graffiti. We were now standing in an ally, a few garbage cans and multiple trash bags with their guts strewn about.

Right in front of us, some guys was pounding on a medium dog, striking and pounding it with a hockey stick. The animal whimpered and yelped in pain, terrified of these malicious young men.

Both of us stepped back, startled by this malicious scene more than we were by the sudden scenery change. I've tortured a lot of people in my day, and I admit I enjoy their pain, but what sense is there in ganging up on an animal? There's no satisfaction!

"HEY!" All heads snapped up to the opening of the ally about 15 feet away to see a short haired blonde (same style as before) standing with her hands on her hips and looking p***** off. C.J snarled like a pit-bull, "What the hell do you creeps think you're doing?!"

One of the teens brandished the hockey stick, all of the guys looking about twice C.J's height and all very mean. Hockey stick grinned, "What are you going to do, little lady?"

About at the same moment he finished that snide comment, C.J was in front of him. In a flurry of motion, C.J grabbed the hockey stick, kneed that guy right where it hurts so hard he'd be singing soprano for a few months, twisted the curved stick out of his hands, and jumped away as he collapsed as he held himself.

All, even we, stood dumbfounded for a few moments as that sucker gasped in the pain only a male could ever understand. C.J grinned coldly, her usually warm brown eyes a razor sharp amber, and tapped the blunt force weapon in the palm of her right hand. "Well boys, you've just earned a one way ticket to Hell. Who's next?"

All (5, I know counted,) remaining boys stared at C.J with shock. The guy on the ground, having apparently traded his initial shock for rage already, pointed at C.J without getting up, "You're going to let that little b**** get away with that s***?! KILL HER!"

After a moment's hesitation, one of them snapped out of it, yelled incoherently, and charged at C.J like a wild boar with his meaty fist open.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on C.J's lips an instant before his fist was just centimeters from her face. In the next instant, that huge guy was flat on his back, dazed, and C.J was crouching with one leg out and her hand still in withdraw and the stick in her other hand. (HOLY S***, SHE ACTUALLY USED THAT MOVE IN REAL LIFE!)

The others rushed her. White shouted and tried to grab one of them, only to have his hand go right through the guy! I grabbed his shoulder to keep him from falling over, "Remember, we can't interfere!"

C.J dodged the first attack, brought up the hockey stick, and cracked it down over his back, bringing it back up to immediately jab the nearest one hard in the stomach as the first one went down.

4 down, 2 to go.

These two were a bit smarter in their planning than the others were. First, one of them charged C.J, distracting her and barely managing to dodge her apparently deadly attacks as the other got behind her.

The sneaky one grabbed the hockey stick as she pulled it back, twisting it painfully out of her grasp and tossing it away. C.J twisted to face this one, only to have the other one grab her roughly from behind.

All was still for a moment, and then the one not holding her secure laughed. He pulled a switch blade from his pocket. He stepped right up in front of C.J, waving his knife around in her face. "I've defiantly heard about you. C.J Thourn, the little wannabe detective b**** who sticks her little nose into everything that goes on around here." He chuckled and leaned in further, "Rumor has it you also killed your family. Gruesome story; I could hardly believe it myself! The story of a lonely little girl who, in a fit of madness, sliced up her poor mommy with a kitchen knife." C.J remained stock still, poker face on to the end. He grinned wider, "I don't think anyone will really notice, much less care if you suddenly stopped showing up at school."

He raised his knife and slid a thin, shallow line on C.J's cheek. Scarlet dripped down to the corner of her mouth and slowly dripped down her chin.

Both White and I were shaking now. Him from pure rage, and I from anxiety. I know, it's just a memory, but this is f****** intense!

However White looked like he was about to blow a gasket, watching C.J in danger and not being able to just swoop in, beat up the bad guys and carry her out.

Before I could process this further, C.J actually grinned. Not a normal, pleasant grin, but a sharp, predatorily and vulpine grin…the kind she gets when she's thinking about her next encounter with Blood.

She licked the blood from her wound that had dribbled to the corner of her mouth.

Without a word from her, she dropped to the ground, rolling the huge guy previously holding her captive over her tiny back and onto the one with the knife like he was just an old coat!

C.J stood straight as the other two joined their companions on the ground. She swiped at the cut with her fist and grinned icily at the thugs on the ground. "Think what you will, I don't really give a s***. But know this: I WILL be a detective, and I'll stop filth like you from hurting innocents. And if I EVER catch any of you b******* or any of your d**s*** friends pulling some crap like that right there again, I'll make sure you go to jail and f****** STAY there. Capiche?"

C.J turned from the two in front of her, checking on the spot the animal had been. She sighed as she saw that the poor dog had slinked off at some point in the fight to lick it's wounds. C.J turned and left, not another word.

We both stood there for a moment, before we both let out the breath we only just realized we'd been holding. I leaned against the wall, "…S***…I thought C.J was a scary chick before, but now…that was brutal! She's not just a commando, she's a f****** bada**!"

P.O.V: Peirce

We stood under the crumbling roof of one of the larger buildings. Plenty of darkness for shadows to hide. I gulped as I surveyed what might have once been a large meeting hall, now blackened by fires from long ago.

Our search party took about one step and we immediately sensed movement in the gloom. We all snapped to it, running after the retreating thing. Suddenly, it stopped.

My eyes having adjusted to the darkness, my breath wouldn't come as I looked at a small troop of those creepy, twitching things. One of them, the one we had chased, was holding a palm sized, somewhat luminous glass ball. The focal.

Ace drew his sword, Boris and I our guns. Quickly scattering at the sight of sharp and pointy things, the shadows vanished. If it wasn't for the soft glowing of the focal, we would have lost them for sure. Ace charged, "GET 'EM!"

The three of us rushed after the one with the focal, praying we didn't trip over some unseen obstacle.

Suddenly, Boris stopped with a jolt. Unable to see until too late, I crashed into Boris, who apparently then crashed into Ace a second time. What I couldn't explain was what Ace crashed into.

"D*** knight! Why the hell'd you stop?!" "…Look up."

We looked up. Right into the large, burning coals of eyes directly 10 feet above us. The same d*** eyes of those little twitching bugs.

ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER, BUT LOTS OF ACTION AND ID DIDN'T TAKE A FREAKING MONTH! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPPY, PLEASE DROP A REVIEW (PREFERABLY WITH A NICE, WORKABLY TWISTED IDEA FOR A MEMORY), AND ALL THAT CHIZ!

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