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Everyone gets a Rally bottlecap that says: (pokes button) (Combat Rally w/ Wesker's Shades) "Wesker! Kiss, kiss!"
RESIDENT EVIL AND LEON FOREVER! WESKER TOO!
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Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Trapdoors, Stalkers And Rituals.. Oh My!
- Clock Tower Exterior
I scowled as the Novistador flew at medium height and the little Castellan's image became clearer as we got closer. One of his bodyguards, the one in the black hood and cloak, moved forward towards me. At first, I didn't know why then cried out in surprise as the alien bug decided to let go and dropped me. My butt hit the stone floor first, right in front of Ramon Salazar, who grinned at me. I ignored him as I rubbed my rear gingerly and glared at the monster insect as it circled and landed on the bridge, behind the midget.
"So, did you enjoy your flight, mi amiga?" Salazar purred teasingly at me. I frowned as I stood up slowly, wincing a bit in pain from my landing. Believe me, soft, fleshly ass and hard stone floor... don't go together. Well, they can but... in a painful way. (My friend.)
"No, I didn't, pendejo." I griped as I crossed my arms, "I would have, but I became a proud owner of a broken ass." (Idiot.)
"My apologies, Rally. I would punish it but it still has its uses." Salazar muttered, giving me an annoyed glare, which I gladly returned. He turned to his other bodyguard, the one in the red robe, speaking to it in Spanish too quickly for me to understand. Verdugo I gave a short nod, glanced at the Novistador and spoke to it in a series of hisses and clicks of its mandibles. The Novistador's head twitched a bit in understanding, responding with its own hisses and clicks.
I blinked in surprise as I watched the two. It was very interesting, really. I had always suspected when I was playing the game but I just thought it was just a guess on my part. I looked at each one as they spoke quickly, from the way they were talking, the hisses and clicks were virtually the same. So that could mean that the Verdugos were advanced forms of Novistadors, the only two out of whatever project they made with the Novistadors. Cool.
I didn't move, watching the two as Verdugo II stood behind me. Ah, that's why it moved. To keep the exit blocked from me. Anyway, to my surprise I thought I heard voices, they were a bit bizarre and hard to understand but I was able to catch a few words. Return...gather... and wait... The rest was...well, I didn't hear it. But those were the words I could get and it confused me. Salazar wasn't speaking, Leon wasn't here yet and well Wesker is no where near me. So where did the words come from? I shook my head to focus as Verdugo I hissed a final time and the Novistador took off into the air, winging its way back to the ballroom.
I watched it fly away and Salazar was then back to business. "Come, we must quickly get to the throne room before Mr. Kennedy arrives."
He and Verdugo I turned and walked toward the Clock Tower, Verdugo II pushed me roughly to get me moving. I growled a bit but didn't fight as I moved forward, following the little Castellan. Because as much as I wanted to escape from them, I couldn't. For one, I wanted to keep my weapons and two, I need to keep the story flowing as closely to the game as possible.
-Clocktower
We entered the tower via the stairs due to the fact the main door was boarded up in advance to secure it from Leon. And I looked around, taking in the area. It was just how it was in the game; big and dully colored. Illuminados were poised at the bottom, ready to attack and alert reinforcements when Leon arrives. The large mechanism was there and just as it in the game, was made of old metal. The large gears were surprising well oiled and taken care of. Well, it had to, or else it wouldn't work and Salazar was screwed.
The midget paused, telling the zealots to turn the gears for us to cross then return it to normal and jam the gears later. A few of the monks scaled the ladders to the switch at the top floor. I looked at Verdugos I and II, noticing that they weren't paying attention to me, so I used it to my advantage. I knelt down in pretending to tie my boots, while scribbling out a brief note to Leon about Watchman's Hallway. I then pulled out my only Flash grenade, set it next to the rail facing the door and stuck my note under it. Knowing Leon, he would see it and take the information into heart.
I retied my boots and stood up as the tower rumbled loudly, signaling the bridge's rotation. After a few seconds, there was loud BAM! as the bridge reached its destination and we began moving again. Verdugo I picked up Salazar and jumped down to the lower level, which was the only exit out of the tower to advance. I looked up and saw a few of the monks in place to jam the gears once Salazar and I were across. It would frustrate Leon for sure, but he could get over that easily since these guys were stupid enough to write their plan down and leave it out in the open for the agent to read. Verdugo II picked me up and leaped down to land next to its brother and master. I scrambled off as soon as we touched ground again, and brushed myself off in a huff.
Salazar grinned at me. "What's the matter, Rally?"
I glared at him. "I don't like people touching me. Especially creeps and freaks like you."
"And yet you enjoy having Mr. Kennedy's arms around you." the Castellan muttered then his grin widen, "I wonder why?
"Don't even think about it, shortie. There's nothing going on between him and me, just us working together to get the hell out of here and kick your asses at the same time." I growled, making certain that I didn't blush.
Salazar's grin didn't falter as he giggled in his childish way and began moving to the exit. Verdugo I and II followed, pushing me along roughly. The Illuminados opened the doors for us and we passed through, walking down the bridge and reaching the doors to Watchman's Hallway. Salazar flicked his hand as a signal and we watched as the bridge reversed in rotation and rumbled back to its original spot.
No more than two seconds later, did Leon appear on the other side, looking at the tower. The medieval midget grinned and clicked on his transceiver. "I wonder if you can see me, Mr. Kennedy." he purred amusedly as soon as the blonde agent picked up.
"If you even scratch her, I'll break your bones." Leon hissed venomously from the other end, blue eyes flashing in anger as he glared at him. I smiled a bit, blushing slightly to know that he cared that much about me. Which is no surprise, he's the hero and very caring about others in danger. You'll do more than break Salazar's bones, Leon. What worried me though, was the fact that the government agent's eyes had glowed again. It was brief, but I did see it. Was Leon's eyes glowing due to his super human DNA or was it from the plaga's power connecting to his anger?
I don't know but I hope it's the first of the two sources.
"First, we'll see if you can make it this far." Salazar sneered, "I'll be waiting." He clicked the radio off and began walking again. I knew at that time, Leon would be looking around with his binoculars and see us. The midget motioned for his bodyguards to follow and I waved my arms to get the agent's attention and show that I was alright. I smiled as I saw the torch light reflecting from the lens as he looked directly at us. Then the Verdugos shoved me forward and hissed for me to walk. I glared at them then followed Salazar.
-Watchman's Hallway
The Castellan was already giving orders to enemies here to ready themselves and ambush Leon. I looked around again at the room and was impressed by the state it was in. Like the Scarlet Bedroom, it was beautiful. Smokey white walls, flat ceiling with a couple of candle chandeliers hanging above us. And the hallway was exactly how it was in the game, including the hidden hallway I hated so much. The zealots scrambled to get into position, some were keeping the two Garradors in check so we could pass them safely.
I grinned a bit as we walked up the steps. Their ambush would have worked if I hadn't warned the lovable agent about it in my note. Sorry, Sal, you lose on this one. I glanced back and saw that a few monks had scurried over to the entrance and disappeared from my sight because of the wall. Odd. I never encountered monks at the door in the game. But what if there were hidden doors near the entrance? I do remember being ambushed from behind in the game but I always thought that they just came from the entrance itself. The entryway locked behind us with a lattice as soon as we left the hallway; and we continued up the corridor and steps to Salazar's throne room.
-Salazar's Throne Room
We entered the room and Salazar headed straight for his little throne at the far wall of the room. I followed him but the Verdugo twins pulled me aside and dragged me over to the entrance of another hall. Which was odd because I was supposed to be next to the throne's platform. One of them held their spear to my neck in a way that told me to stay still as the other grabbed my hands and tied my wrists together behind my back with some rope.
Once the task was complete, they forced me to my knees and sit there as we waited for Leon to show up. I tested the bonds and scowled when I found them securely tied. Damn. At least everything was going according to the game, I mean, it would suck if the bonds were done sloppy and I could have escaped easily on my own. If it was done like that, Ashely could have easily gotten away on her own but we all know how dumb she is.
For several minutes we waited for the hero to show up before I got bored. I gazed around, looking for something to stare at besides the large oak door. The room was fairly pretty. Gray-white walls, a high ceiling with a chandelier suspended at the very center of the room. The plush blue carpet that came from the entrance of Watchman's Hall ended at the foot of Salazar's seat. Candles were mounted onto the walls to help light up the room and give it the feeling of warmth and kindness. Like how a true Castellan should be. But right now, the room felt cold and creepy, matching little Salazar's heart.
I shifted my weight a bit to adjust my position on the floor to keep my legs from going numb from poor blood circulation. Then I started to pop my fingers on my left hand to at least do something. Salazar glanced at me with an annoyed expression, rapping his fingers on his armrest as I popped the fingers on my right hand.
I looked back at him with a dry look. "What?"
"Will you stop doing that?" Salazar griped, his yellow eyes narrowing angrily.
"Uh..." I drawled out as I began to twist my upper body to one side then smiled mischievously as my back popped, "Nope."
"It's irritating."
"Too bad, not my problem."
I twisted my body the other way and my back popped again, relief flooding through me from doing so. Ooh, that felt good. Salazar's left eye twitched in irritation as I arched my back and popped it again. I looked at him as he slouched in his throne and rapped his fingers on the armrest, gritting his teeth as I flexed my legs a bit and accidently popped my knee. I winced in pain then jumped in shock as the childlike Castellan snarled at me.
"Can't you do anything else besides making that infernal racket!" he barked, his own eyes glowing slightly from the power of his plaga. I blinked at him in surprise, for the first time I felt slightly intimidated by him. Never in my life did I think the midget could scare me a bit but I shook it off, not wanting him to use that to his advantage.
"I can sing." I replied, shifting again to flex my legs some more.
Salazar lifted a brow slightly in surprise, his anger forgotten for the moment. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then sing for me."
"Okay. I got one just for you." I grinned wickedly as I cleared my throat, "It's a small world after all..!" (AN: The line is from that annoying song in the Walt Disney parks. Creepy ass song.)
The castle master gave me an ugly look. "Don't sing that one!"
"What? You don't like songs with some bounce to it?"
"Sing something else!"
"Okay, okay, fine!" I griped, rolling my eyes heavenward but snickered under my breath. Ha! Got you for the statement you made earlier, shortie. I thought about what song to sing to get Salazar to shut up and give me hope because Leon is a bit late for his entrance, which unnerved me. I hope he's okay...
Salazar frowned at me. "Rally? Your performance please..." he growled impatiently.
(AN: Yay, my favorite song again!)
"Prison gates won't open up for me. On these hands and knees I'm crawlin' on, I reach for you... While I'm terrified of these four walls, these iron bars can't hold my soul and all I need is you." I sang, remembering the time in the church, "Come please, I'm callin' and oh, I scream for you. Hurry, I'm fallin', I'm fallin'."
Salazar was uncomfortably quiet, listening to me and... dare I say it? Enjoying the song? That's going cost me some points, for sure. Great, not only will I become his wife, if he remembers, which I hope he doesn't, I'll be his Nighten Gale too.
Yay, fun.
"Show me what its like to be the last one standing. Teach me wrong from right and I'll show you what I can be. Say it for me! Say it to me and I'll leave this life behind me! Say it if its worth savin' me!" I continued, feeling a slight vibration on the floor, though I'm pretty sure Salazar nor his cronies felt it since they were focused on me. I took a breath and was about to sing the next verse when...
"Heaven's gates won't open up for me. With these broken wings I'm fallin' on, all I see is you!" a muffled voice sang from the other side of the door, "These city walls ain't got no loves for me! I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story and oh, I scream for you! Come please, I'm callin' and all I need from you... Hurry, I'm fallin', I'm fallin'..."
I smiled as I knew who that was! Salazar, on the other hand, knew who that was too and glared at the door in rage. I ignored the midget as I sang the next verse, "Show me what its like to be the last one standing and teach me wrong from right! And I'll show you what I can be!"
"Say it for me!"
"Say it to me!"
"And I'll leave this life behind me!" the muffled voice sang.
"Say it if its worth savin' me! Hurry, I'm fallin'!" I continued with some tears in my eyes, glad to know he was safe.
Vrrooo-BOOM!
The large oak and golden double doors shuddered under the mysterious attack and Salazar's eyes widen, expecting for them to fly off.
Nothing happened.
The little Castellan sighed with relief, relaxing in his throne and grinned. I could tell that he wanted to say, "Silly American, my castel is far strong than you." But before he could, the doors creaked as they fell forward from their hinges, landing with loud resounding BAM!
"I told you before at the church, Rally." Leon's voice said, "You are worth saving."
The dust and smoke cleared and stepping into the room was a very determined Leon Scott Kennedy. He stepped onto the doors, dumping the empty rocket launcher onto them as he walked, not caring about the damage he done. As he entered, I noticed that Caleb wasn't with him; I can only figure that Leon felt that it was safer for the dog to stay with the Merchant.
Good call.
The agent gave the midget a hard glare, his eyes flashing angrily before turning his gaze away. Upon seeing me, however, trapped between the Verdugos and their spears held up to my neck, his eyes widen in fear just a bit. The agent rushed forward, his dark demeanor disappearing in favor for rescuing me.
He stopped short when Salazar giggled childishly. The childlike Castellan grinned as Leon glared at him, his blue gaze glowing just a bit again, which surprised me. The plaga was drawing power from Leon's rage! Oh, this isn't good. This surely wasn't supposed to happen in the game! Leon shouldn't be losing his temper this easily!
Salazar watched him as lightly raised his hand, "Mr. Kennedy, don't you know-" The agent's eyes flickered to the armrest, noticing the little red button, "-when it's time to thrown in the towel?"
The Castellan punched the button with a grin. Leon automatically surveyed the room to see what traps laid in store for him. It's not the walls, Leon. The agent's eyes then noticed the mounted candles as their flames flickered back then lurched forward quickly. That's when he realized what was wrong. There was a loud whoosh! as the section of floor the government agent stood on, buckled and dropped away, revealing the dark hole below.
"Leon!" I cried out in alarm, not realizing that I said Ashley's line somewhat. Leon didn't get a chance to yelp out in surprise as he dropped, caught off guard about the trap. I was able to catch a glimpse of the agent flail in shock as the trapdoor closed, then glared at the midget as he sat there, with a smug smile on his face. Little prick. He grabbed the megaphone that was connected to his throne and put it to his ear, listening carefully. I took that as my cue to stare at the trapdoor, and hoped that Leon was able to activate his grappling hook.
Come on, Leon... pull through... I thought, focusing on the hidden door, willing Leon to save himself. After a few seconds, Salazar became slightly impatient, shifting in his throne with the device still placed next to his ear. I continued to look at the trapdoor, ignoring the insane Castellan and really hoping my hero was alive. He has to or else this entire storyline will be screwed.
"Hmm... where's the satisfying sound of one's impalement?" the medieval midget muttered, looking slightly confused, not understanding why he was hearing nothing but silence. Come on, come on! Please, Leon...!
All was still and silent, everyone wondering what happened to the American agent. Did he just suddenly poof! away from harm? Was he stuck? Our questions went unanswered for a few seconds until-
Bla-tink!
"Aah!" Salazar pulled away from the megaphone in shock and surprise, not to mention pain as the sound vibrated painfully in his ear. I let out a quiet sigh of relief as the master of the castle glared at the golden device. "How dare you!" he hissed into it for Leon to hear then hurled it aside. He jumped up from his throne and threw a childlike fit, stomping his feet angrily. "No more games! Kill him!"
I giggled from the situation. Despite the fact I could die from pissing off the mad midget, it was still pretty funny to see him throw a bitch fit. The Castellan glared at me then looked at the red robed Verdugo and thrust his arm in one direction as a signal. "KILL!"
The Verdugo lifted its spear and rushed away to do his master's bidding. Seconds after Verdugo I left, Salazar hopped down from his platform and walked off, which was the cue for his other bodyguard to haul me up to my feet for us to follow him. "Quickly! We shall prepare for the ritual!"
I sighed as I followed him. "Leon, you sure has hell gave me a scare there. Thank god you're still alive." I murmured quietly as we went down the hall. We didn't even reach half way down the corridor when Salazar stopped and pulled out his radio. He pressed a button and hailed Leon.
He glared at the agent's handsome face. "So maybe you have nine lives. But it doesn't matter now, Mr. Kennedy!" the castle master hissed then grinned evilly. "I've sent my right hand to dispose of you."
"You're right hand comes off?"
I laughed as Salazar glared over his shoulder at me then looked back at Leon, sniffing in disdain. "Say whatever you please." he muttered then glared at the agent with glowing yellow eyes, and snarled viciously. "DIE YOU WORM!" The Castellan then hurled the radio against a wall, watching it shatter into pieces. I was silent as Salazar let out a breath of frustration then continued on his way, still in a sour mood. Verdugo II pushed me forward to get me to walk, at which I obeyed quietly, waiting for the midget to calm down before trying anything.
- Some random area in the Castle
We walked up and down several corridors, doors and stairs. I've lost my sense of direction since we went around so many corners that I didn't know which direction we were facing. We went up a hallway and down another set of stairs before Salazar even looked over his shoulder at me. He narrowed his yellow eyes at me slightly and I glared back.
"What?" I growled, "I'm not going anywhere."
"How is it that you and Mr. Kennedy were able to evade capture up until now?" Salazar asked, glancing at me from the corners of his eyes. I tilted my in confusion at his question. Was it just me or is he really interested in this?
"Survival instincts, good weapons, team work, and-" I grinned a bit, "-skills." Not mention, that I knew what was going to happen and we cheated off of that. I raised a brow in suspicion. "Why do you ask?"
The little Spaniard smiled crookedly, "Do you think Mr. Kennedy has the 'skills' to survive now?"
"Leon survived the village, took out Mendez and made it through your traps in one piece." I answered, "You should be well aware that he will survive any trial you give him to rescue me."
Salazar narrowed his eyes at me in anger but kept his mouth shut for a bit, then his anger melted away as another evil grin formed on his pale face. "Really? We shall see about that, wench. We shall see if he can survive against me."
I rolled my eyes as he turned back and continued on his way to the tower where the ritual will be held. Ye-ah... Dream on, short stack.
We passed through another door and went down another hall. So far, we walked about an hour and half and still no where near the Tower. As we walked, we passed by a slight open room. I was able to catch a glimpse of the interior and my eyes widen in surprise. There was gold and gems and other random rare and beautiful things in that room. Holy crap. That's enough to rebuild Raccoon City ten times over! We just passed by Salazar's Treasure Room! Cool. Leon would be happy with this... or maybe the Merchant. Yeah, the Merchant would be giddy with all that gold.
Anyway, we continued on our boring way until we stopped in front of another door. Salazar was giving orders to a cultist to alert those in Leon's path of the agent's arrival. Which could explain why there was a bunch of villagers at different spots on my hero's path in the game. As Verdugo II and I waited for Salazar to finish up so we could move on, I glanced around the hallway we were in and noticed that it had a bunch of doors lining the walls. I only assumed that we were in the living quarters of everyone in the castle. Wow, that's a lot of people. And Leon and I just about wiped out half the population on our trek through this madhouse.
I glanced behind the bodyguard to see if there was anything of interest to look at as we waited. At first, there wasn't much to look at. Cream white walls, plush blue/green carpet and dark wood doors and some old paintings. Pretty but dull. I scanned the area again, looked over something, ignored it for a bit then did a double take. My eyes widen in surprise at what was behind us, then quickly looked away before Salazar or Verdugo II noticed me.
Wesker? What the hell is he doing here? Okay, scratch that. How the hell did he get so far ahead of Leon?
I looked back and noticed that Wesker was gone. He's still there, just out of sight. Oh, god, has he been following me? I was nudged forward by the Verdugo, indicating that we were moving again. I was a bit reluctant to move but walked when the bodyguard nudged me again a bit more roughly. I stumbled forward a bit but managed to stay balanced and keep Salazar from suspecting anything as we went into another room.
I recognized the style of the room as the one for the railcar. Oh, thank god! A tramcar we can ride on and give our legs a break. The Castellan boarded the railcar first, I was shoved in next and the bodyguard came in last, sitting next to its master and keeping the spear on me. Only not dangerously close as before, since we were in railcar and Salazar didn't want me to get impaled by the spear. At least not yet.
The tramcar pulled away from the platform and we sped down the tracks smoothly. The air whipped gently around us and I was relieved for it, relaxing just a tad. I glanced off to the side to avoid looking at Salazar and noticed that we were outside. The golden hue was gone, the sky mostly pink and purple mixed together, indicating that it was just evening. It would be another hour before the dark veil of the night would settle in. And during that time, I would be hauled up the tower for the ritual.
Suddenly, I felt worried and glanced back, looking down the tracks. Salazar noticed and smirked to himself. "What's wrong, Rally? Worried for Mr. Kennedy?"
"...Yeah... you can say that." I muttered, not really paying attention to him. No, I'm not worried about Leon. He'll be fine. It was Wesker that worried me. Was he still following me? Or did he finally give up and go back? No... that's not his style. Wesker is stubborn when it comes to what he wants. The man never quits when he sets his eyes on something. Admiring but right now, annoying. I looked dully back they way we came, letting my mind wander off when something caught my eye. I focused on it and tensed, my gaze widening again in both shock and annoyance.
Wesker was running after us, he was far enough away to avoid having Salazar or Verdugo see him but I knew he was there. He was following, his focus solely on keeping us in his sights. Which is no problem for him since he's a human BOW. For some reason, he reminded me of the T-1000 of Terminator 2: Judgment Day. For the love of all things that creep in the night, Wesker, what the hell are you doing! Do you want to get caught?
I quickly mouthed to him to stay away but Wesker ignored me and kept running after the railcar, keeping his distance. I growled softly at him. Stubborn, arrogant, deceiving, hot, sexy, blonde, shade wearing bastard! You're just as stubborn as Leon.
"Is there a problem, Rally?" Salazar inquired, noticing how tense I was. I winced inwardly and turned back around, facing him with a frown on my face. Nah, you think? Of course I have a problem! I've got Wesker stalking me for some reason and he's following us right now. It's a major problem because he's not suppose to be here!
"No, there isn't." I grumbled a bit instead as we neared the next platform. "Other than the fact I'm stuck with you."
Salazar frowned, "Believe it or not, I have a problem being around you as well."
"Well, hey, that is something we can both agree on. We both get on each other's nerves. How fun is that?"
The Castellan scowled as the railcar stopped, then stood to get off. As soon as he was off, the Verdugo dragged me out of the tramcar and pushed me in front of it. I stumbled a bit then straightened out and followed my captor as the bodyguard kept a close eye on me. Salazar pressed his hand on a certain spot on the wall and the stone sank in, revealing a hidden door within the wall. We walked down the torch lit tunnel and the midget revealed another door for us to go through. We passed through the secret passage and entered the next room.
- Cathedral
Ah, the Cathedral also known as the Hall of Worship for these guys. It was impressive, it really was. Gray-white walls, the three levels on each side of the room, the beautiful floor-to-ceiling stain glass window. What really tied this room together was the large pool of clear water that took up the majority of the cathedral. The only thing that ruined the beauty of the room was the giant Salazar statue set between large twin torches they had in here.
I looked up at it as we descended down the steps and stopped as Salazar gave orders to the cultists guarding the hall. Man, he really is high on himself. And Saddler allows him to do this? Wow, the priest is cunning.
"Impressive, no?" Salazar suddenly asked, smiling proudly at the statue of himself.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, impressive." I replied dryly, "It portrays just how big your ego is. And how cold you truly are."
Salazar stiffened and his eye twitched a bit in contained rage as he turned around to walk down the walkway across the pool. "Let's continue our way, the preparations should be complete by now." he said, forcing his voice to have a calm tone.
We moved down the path and out the door, walking across the bridge to the tower. At this point, I decided to have a talk with Wesker, who was no doubt in the Cathedral right now. But I needed to escape Salazar for a bit, just long enough for me to tell Wesker to quit following me and stay low. I waited until we were about halfway across the bridge before I made my move.
"Oh, Salazar. That question you asked while we were on the railcar." I said, as I slowed my walking and stood still. Salazar turned and gave me an annoyed look.
"Yes?" he asked in exasperation. I grinned at him, as I unhooked an Incendiary grenade from my belt loops as discreetly as possible.
"I do have a problem, short stuff." I sneered then glared at him, "I'm being abducted by slimy parasites, alien bugs and midgets who are high on themselves. Not to mention that their Lord, is a crazed priest who thinks he has the right to kidnap people and inject with things humans aren't supposed to mess with!"
Salazar snarled, "How dare you speak of Lord Saddler in such disrespect!"
"If he wants respect from me, then have him forge it into a rocket launcher and I'll give him his fucking respect!" I snapped back, holding the trigger down as I pulled the pin out.
"Watch your tongue, woman!"
"Watch this, short stack!"
I whirled around and threw the red grenade at him. He shrieked in surprise, jumping back to avoid it as it hit the floor and set fire to that spot. Verdugo II leaped over the flames and covered its master from harm instead of knocking me out, which I was grateful for. I ran down bridge as fast as I could, and shoulder slammed the door open. I flinched as pain throbbed my left shoulder from slamming the metal door as I stumbled in.
Oddly enough, the cultists were gone. Probably out getting their weapons ready for Leon to show up. I looked around and sure enough, Wesker was there. He was just entering the hall and looking at the statue in disgust, probably thinking it was just too much over the top. I agree.
"Wesker!" I yelled as I raced forward to reach him. He turned to me in annoyance and glared at me as I stopped in front of him. I shivered involuntarily as he looked straight at me with his reddish-gold feline eyes. Geez, no wonder he keeps his shades on. Girls would run in fear from him. As for the fangirls... we would run too. But toward him in hopes of snuggling against the sexy villain. Or hope to get laid by him, I'm not sure myself. I blushed slightly as my mind began to wander into RE LaLa Land, the realm of the RE fan thoughts. Then I remembered what I was supposed to be doing and quickly shook myself free from my fangirl thoughts and pushed them aside as I glared at Wesker.
"Wesker, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed, keeping the fangirl thoughts at bay. So close... but... not now!
Wesker didn't answer, merely looked at me for a few seconds then whipped his arm out and grabbed my neck. I squealed in surprise and gagged as he tighten his grip a little. He narrowed his fiery eyes as he lifted me by my throat, letting his demeanor speak for him.
He was not in a pleasant mood.
"Everything you know, I want to know." Wesker said smoothly as if making a oridinary business deal, "What happened in the past, what's happening now and what will happen in the future, all of it. And I want to know how you know."
"W-what?" I lifted my brows in surprise as I flailed a bit to get out of his grip. He wants to know what?
"How did you know about Ada's weakness towards Leon in Raccoon City if you were never there?" Wesker asked calmly, his dark charm still there. "Unless you were in their presence, which I doubt you were, you found out about them in some other way. A special way that you don't want to share with anyone else, correct?"
My eyes widen in alarm. Uh-oh.
Wesker smiled darkly. "Ah, so I am right. You know far more than you're letting on, don't you? Keeping secrets from a certain government agent, hmm?"
I lowered my eyes and looked away, suddenly feeling guilty. He was right, I was lying to Leon about this. But I had to to keep the storyline on track. Wesker smiled as he lowered me back to the floor and I began to shift uncomfortably under his gaze and demeanor, my resolve crumbling under his questioning. Don't fold.
"That 'special' way, Ms. Nightshade. I want to know what that is and you will tell me."
"...No."
"Pardon?"
"No, I'm not going to tell you. I can't tell you."
Wesker narrowed his eyes at me slightly, "How disappointing, dear heart. I thought by asking you kindly, you will give me what I asked for. But I see that force will have to be used to get the information I seek."
Oh, man... force? I've never seen Wesker torture anyone before I can only guess that he has done so before.
"Even under force, I-" I paused in my reply then gasped slightly as I felt my plaga twitch lightly. It was responding to another plaga's presence, one that was close and the closest one would be... oh shit! I looked at Wesker and hissed. "Hide."
"Excuse me?"
I looked toward the door I had come through and felt Salazar's plaga approaching as I looped my arms around my legs, bringing them to my front. He would arrive in a few seconds. I looked back at Wesker and saw there was no time for him to hide without being notcied by Verdugo II. Crap. I glanced at the pool of clear water and sighed.
Sorry, Wesker.
I suddenly jumped at Wesker and threw us both into the pool. I tugged Wesker's wrist to get him to swim under the bridge and stay there. Wesker grabbed my bound wrists and pulled me along under the bridge just as the door to the Tower opened. Wesker heard it too and began to surface, pulling me along. We both surfaced quietly and listened carefully.
"Where is the girl?" Salazar snarled, no doubt throwing another bitch fit, "Find her!"
Wesker and I heard the heavy footsteps of Verdugo II as it raced across the bridge to check around. I took a quiet breath and sank back into the water, holding onto Wesker's leg for support. I looked around and saw no other hiding place to stash Wesker in. Crap, and it'll only be a matter of time before Salazar ordered that freak to check the pool. Wait... what's that? I squinted and there, carved into the floor of the platform was a hole. That must where the water circulates to keep the pool clean. I smiled. Perfect.
I surfaced and looked at Wesker. "I found a hiding spot for you." I whispered, "It's just under the foot of the bridge."
Wesker nodded in understanding and we both went back under. I pointed it out for him and he swam toward it, pulling me along since I couldn't swim with my hands tied together. He swam swiftly toward into the tiny tunnel and surfaced. I surfaced as well and sighed sliently then glared at Wesker.
"Are you trying to get caught?" I hissed lowly at him, which earned me a glare from him. I rolled my eyes at his expression, "Okay, I'll amend that. What are you even doing here? I thought you don't dirty your hands but send your goons to do it. Like sending Ada and Krauser."
Wesker smirked, "I do have others do the work for me but it doesn't mean I don't watch them to make sure they don't disappoint me."
"Whatever. So why were you following me?" I asked, "Seriously, it's creepy." Yet awesome. I got a hottie for a stalker!
"For only two reasons, dear heart. Getting a hold of how you get your information. And-" Wesker held his hand out to me at which I looked at him in confusion. He motioned with his fingers that said 'give it to me' and then I realized what he wanted. Oh, that. I blushed as I held onto his jacket and kicked with my feet to stay afloat.
"Uh, sure... if you can-" I trailed off as I tugged on his jacket. He glanced downwards and arched a brow at me which confused me. I blinked for a few seconds, realized what he thought and I blushed as I shook my head. "Oh! No, not that." At least not yet... bad fangirl thoughts! "I meant if you could free my wrists."
Wesker grabbed my wrists and pulled them apart, snapping the rope in one go and amazingly giving me no pain. That was totally awesome. I sank back down to open my side pack and give back his shades. Aw, but I wanted to keep those. Yeah, keep them and have a pretty pissed off Wesker drown you to get them back, or you can just hand them over and be glad you actually managed to steal them in the first place. I nodded to myself, agreeing to the latter choice. Yeah, I'll go with that.
I frowned when I noticed that the zipper was stuck and struggled with it to get it to open. I gave up on it after a bit and gripped Wesker's leg to make sure I didn't drift down too far. I looked through the tunnel and froze in surprise. There, on the otherside of the rather small tunnel, was a pair of glowing red eyes that were completely focused on me. I tighten my grip on Wesker's leg in alarm, warning him that Verdugo II had found me. I felt Wesker stiffen slightly in caution, either to wait to attack or, for once, listen to my warning and stay absolutely still to keep from being discovered.
I shot back up to the surface in feint attempt to escape the Verdugo but to really tell Wesker to stay where he was. I surfaced and gasped for air then looked at Wesker. The human BOW had braced his arms against the walls of the little tunnel to keep himself still and not attract attention to the Verdugo's eyes. Clever...but oh so funny. If I could I would laugh but I didn't have the time nor did I want to rouse his anger.
"Stay here and-" I never got to finish my sentence as I felt the bugman's strong clawed hand grab my ankle. I gasped in surprised as it jerked me back under. I flailed underwater, trying to break free and get back to the surface to get more air since I didn't get enough to fill my lungs. The Verdugo didn't seem to care that I was partly drowning as it dragged me out of the tunnel to take me back to Salazar. I scrabbled at the walls with my fingers to get some kind of grip and kick it away. But we all know how retarded that tactic is. To quote Jeff Dunham's puppet, Achmed the dead terrorist, "He-y" jokes, I made my own. He-y, I'm underwater stupid.
The Verdugo shot out of the pool in spray of water and landed on the bridge in a show of grace and power as water rained back down. Water mist huffed from its mandibles (sort of how Triple H does when he gets into the ring) as it stood in its wet cloak and hood, waiting for its master to come. Salazar scurried over to his bodyguard; his small, pasty face red from anger and threw another child-like tantrum.
"How dare you, how dare you, how dare you!" the Castellan shrieked angrily, "How dare you try to kill me!"
The Verdugo lifted its arm, bringing me into view of the tweaked midget. I crossed my arms as I hung upside down, a smile plastered to my face. "What? I thought if I threw the Incendiary grenade at you, you would have gotten a tan. And believe me... you need one. Badly."
Salazar snarled, his small body trembling in uncontrollable anger. "No mas! We're going straight to the tower and get this ritual done! No more distractions!" He turned to his bodyguard and nodded. And the next thing I know I felt a sharp pain hit me on the top of my head as the creature dropped me. I laid limply on the bridge suddenly feeling too heavy to move, to get away from them. I blinked slowly, seeing only Salazar's legs then his face when bugman used the back of my shirt to lift me up. The midget glared at me but I didn't care, I was just too tired to care anymore. (No more)
My vision began to fade as the Castellan smirked at me. "Vamanos. We must finish the ritual and engagement before we take her to Lord Saddler." (Let's go.)
Oh...man...
My head dropped forward and my world went black.
-Tower (an hour later)
I stirred and my eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion. Where...? I looked around, letting the world come to me slowly as I sorted through my muddled thoughts then remembered. Oh... yeah. I was kidnapped and brought to Spain by Krauser at the order of Saddler. Went through the village and the castle, got seperated from Leon again and brought to Salazar. And- I looked up and stared right into the face of little Ramon Salazar, which surprised me and made me jump a bit. Uah! Maybe I was better off still unconscious.
"Ah, hello. So you've finally awaken, Rally." the midget smirked, "Good."
I scowled at him. "Yeah, well fuck you too, shortie." I growled as I shifted a bit to get make sure my body was still functioning correctly. That's when I noticed two things. One, I'm on that stupid little ritual platform that the pudgy here stood on in the game, which was suspended several feet from the actual floor. The room itself was as creepy as it ever was in the game. Light brownish brick walls surrounded us and reached for the sky that peeked through the broken and worn down ceiling. And in front of us, as ugly as ever, was the large pod that clung to the northern wall and doors. Helping it stick there was its hundreds of tendrils that burrowed deep into the stone bricks. Below that thing was pit with wooden barrels, ladders and a colony of third phase Plagas.
Anyway, the second thing I noticed was the fact my clothes didn't feel right. I glanced down at myself and stared in shock. What the hell? White? Why am I wearing white? Wait... I narrowed my eyes as I stretched my leg out and looked at it for a few seconds. Is this... is this the popstar outfit Ashley wears as her special costume?
"What the fuck is this?" I yelled angrily, glaring at Salazar. How dare that little prick have someone change my clothes while I was unconscious! I was infuriated that I was violated in someway. For his own sake, he better pray he wasn't here to watch them change my outfit. "Who the hell do you think I am? Barbie?" I snapped, "Is that what I am to you? A plastic doll with a six-inch waist? Are you stupid?"
Salazar glared at me in return, "Those are your ritual clothes."
"Ritual clothes? These are something Britney Spears would wear in a strip club!"
"Fine, I'll amend." the Castellan muttered, rolling his eyes at me. "Those are your engagement clothes."
"Engagement clothes?"
"Yes! Now we must begin the ritual!"
"Hey!" I yelled angrily as Salazar scurried down the steps of the platform behind me. I turned to yell at him some more then stared in surprise at the cultists that stood behind me in neat, curved rows. Obviously, they were in ritual formation and the little castle master stood on the steps and was speaking to them in Spanish, going into some grand speech. Complete with his own flourishing gestures. I didn't really pay attention to his words but his position. He was close enough for me to kick but with his bodyguard, glaring at me from his spot, I doubt I would be faster than that thing.
Too bad, it would have been funny and worth any pain to see him fall down the stairs. I sighed and shrugged then blinked in surprise at the fugly thing that just on the other side of the room. Like a monstrous flower, the pod opened and revealed the Plaga Queen herself, surrounded by hundreds of smaller tendrils. The large, brown head, coated in disgusting slime, sat within the pod and watched us all.
The head wavered and bobbed softly as it watched us with its eternal grin, which sent shivers down my spine. The smile she had was extremely creepy, since it showed its large, jagged and oddly white teeth. It let out a throaty growl from the depths of its pod, its single red/yellow eye narrowed slightly as if demanding what excuse we had for disturbing her slumber. I had no problem with her going back to sleep.
In fact, I want her to go back to sleep.
Salazar had turned around and crooned at the creature, holding his hand out to it as if to caressed it like it was his lover. I mentally gagged at the thought. Eww, gross... Quick! Think of something else! Like Leon! Think of Leon! ...Ooh, yeah...
"My most humblest apologizes for disturbing you. But I have another follower for you." the little Castellan purred then pushed me forward gently, "This girl is an important addition for our religion, she is to be the one to spread the seeds of our faith to the world. I apologize for her still being impure but I have faith in your power. For only your holiness could purify her soul."
I looked at the creature, who clicked its tongue in disinterest and boredom. Saliva dribbled from its mouth and splattered on the floor below with a wet splat! At which, the adult plagas scurried over and sucked at the glob of fluid. Oh, that is so sick. I looked away from them before I lost my dinner. Holiness? What have these guys been sniffing to think that?
"I implore you, please make her your follower."
I took a step back as the gargantuan plaga looked straight at me. "Uh... I don't think that's a good idea." I looked at Salazar, "I mean, seriously. Do you really think she should waste her power and...holiness... on me?"
The midget gave me a disapproving glare and pushed me back into my spot. "You're correct to know that I don't want her to waste her precious power on you but it is the will of my lord. And I will follow that will to the end. Now stay still and the rest of the ritual will be over quickly."
I shifted uncomfortably in front of the beast's gaze. "How kind of you to go that far."
Salazar looked at the Plaga Queen with such affection it bordered on the line of obession. Creepy. "By the wish of Lord Saddler, please make her one of us." the midget purred as he walked backwards down the steps. At the base of the stairs, he bowed in respect to it, the other Illuminados quickly knelt to the queen and everyone was silent.
The Plaga Queen in the meantime was silent, looking at me as it tilted her head in thought. It considered the request and weighted its possible options, trying to figure out if this was good or bad. It's bad, okay? Bad, bad, bad! It's a bad request. Don't do it. After a bit, the head of the queen pulled away from the shadowy depths of her pod and stretched across the room, stopping right in front of me. Ooh, not good. Apparently, it trusted Saddler's judgment and decided to grant Salazar's request.
Salazar looked up and smiled evilly before he turned to the other zealots, telling them to stand. The group stood and soon they began to chant. A chant I seriously didn't want to know about but kinda found it soothing, much to my horror, as the Plaga Queen hummed along with it. I think I only found it soothing because of the plaga within me was enjoying it. Curse you, you little shit.
It lashed out with its tendrils and wrapped them around my arms and legs, holding me still. Or as still as it could get with it's slimy appendages. In an instant I was struggling to break free from it's grip and get the hell out but it had a pretty strong grip for a slimy thing. The Plaga Queen reached out with one tentacle and had it poised to my head, at which I thought it was going impale me, so I struggled harder; shuddering in disgust as I felt the slime run down my arms and legs. The appendage followed my head's movements for a bit before she finally grew tired and another tendril lashed out and gripped my neck. It gave a warning squeeze and I stood absolutely still, not wanting it to snap my neck.
The queen continued to hum as it's eye glowed a bright red and the tentacle she was aiming at my head, moved forward and lightly touched the tip of it to my forehead. I gasped in surprise as my eyes glowed the same color and I suddenly felt her numb my control over my own body. My body relaxed, despite the fact I'm freaking out here, my heart-rate was returning to normal and I was completely devoid of emotion. I felt nothing, and I realized that I was a puppet to my plaga. Suddenly I felt her, the Plaga Queen, within my mind.
- Rally's Mind
I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and blinked rapidly, looking around in confusion. Where was I? The place I was at was completely empty, save for the black void that surrounded me, if you could call that something. The darkness was odd. It felt both comforting and yet at the same time it wasn't. I could guess that the darkness was comforting because I knew it and have been here before. This was my void, my comfort zone whenever I felt scorned, other than my world filled with my favorite characters that I could chase.
The uneasy feeling was due to the fact that my sanctuary was no longer mine. It wasn't pure anymore because someone or something invaded it. I then remembered that the Plaga Queen was doing the ritual to make me one of them and so she invaded my personal bubble of safety. And I wanted her out.
"In due time, my dear." a female voice purred from behind, at which I whirled around to face. I blinked in shock as I stared at the mother of all plagas. Apparently her mental image was a lot better looking than her physical form. She had long dark hair, red eyes, tanned skin and exotic looking dress that covered her voluptuous figure.
"Plaga Queen?" I asked in confusion, still shocked at her image.
She smiled, "That's right, Rally. I'm the mother and queen to all of Las Plagas. As you know, I'm here to fulfill the request young Salazar asked of me."
"Thank you for the offer, but I going to decline." I muttered, shaking myself out of the shock and being back to business.
The Plaga Queen's smiled never wavered, only grew. "Well, that's too bad. You don't get a say in this." She snapped her fingers and a bubble of some kind of energy surrounded me and trapped me within it. I looked around in surprise then glared at her.
"I don't care what you do, I'm still not giving in to you!"
"That's okay, my dear. It's she who gets the power to overtake you." She pointed out to the side and I looked then gasped in surprise as a mirror image of myself appeared only now sporting a pair of glowing red eyes. "This is your plaga, she has looked into every memory you have and imitate you perfectly."
"That's still not going to help you."
"Oh, but once she's fully grown, your mind and soul, your very life is mine to control. But right now she only has enough power to overtake you at times and only for a short while."
I scowled at her from within my bubble cage. "My, how precious this must be to you."
The queen smiled again, "The ritual is almost complete, now all you need to do is repeat the chant and hand over your body."
"Fat chance that'll-" I suddenly paused and found myself kneeling in front of her from within my bubble. I looked over my shoulder and found that my plaga had force her new powers on me and forced me to my knees.
The Plaga Queen laughed at my futile attempts to break free from my plaga's power, "Now... repeat after me..."
(A/N: Okay, I know I made this a bit too fantasy like for RE but then again, it was different and original, I think. But then hey, why would you care how it is as long as its good, right? Right. On with the fic!)
-Tower
Out in the real world, if you could call it 'real' right now, the ritual chant was booming from the chorus behind me, the high pitched squeals of the adult plagas below me as they scuttled around and tried to sing along. Keyword: tried. The plagas were like an off key choir gone retarded. Oh, well. The chanting voices was louder than it really was as the sounds bounced around the walls of the room and coming into contact with my ears. Aw, music, sweet annoying church like music. (A/N: No offense to those who go to church and enjoy the music they have.)
I could clearly hear Salazar laughing behind me and "cheered" his announcement. "Finally, we shall see the conclusion of the ritual where Rally accepts our faith!"
The Plaga Queen was still humming and released my limbs, much to the relief of my numbing arms and legs, leaving a disgusting coat of slime on me. Thanks, bitch. I still had no control over my own body as I just stood there like a bump on a pickle. The monstrous plaga hummed a different tune and my mouth opened. Oh, no you don't! Close it! Close it, close it! Come on mouth, close!
My body waited for the queen to loop back to the beginning of the hum as I desperately tried to regain control of my body. The hum looped back and I began to freak. No! Don't do it! No! No! Despite my best efforts, my mouth moved and began to chant. Everyone in the room soon began to chant as well along with me.
NO!
"Morir es vivir eso es nuestro manera... Nacimos en codicia, criamos con oido, ayudamos a decidir nuestro destino. Nos conduce al día de oro; el mundo rendiráse a nuestro nueva manera." my body chanted in monotone, accepting the religion without question as I screamed in horror within my own mind, "Del oscuridad y en el sol los Illuminados levantaránse como uno. Morir es vivir eso es nuestro manera..."
(A/N: The translation to Spanish was done by 1wingangel to the best of her abilities! Thank you so much! You rock girl! The English one will be put at the end of the chapter, okay? Thanks. XD)
The voices died down as the Plaga Queen chuckled to herself, the ritual done and the request fulfilled. I continued to stare robotically at her as she retreated to her fleshy nest, chanting "Morir es vivir" softly until she was out of sight. Once she was gone, my plaga's control over me vanished (for the time being anyway) and I stumbled back, startled that control was thrust to me so suddenly. Verdugo II caught me and held me upright as Salazar laughed, walking up to me.
I move each of my limbs carefully to see if I was really back in control as the little midget spoke. "Finally! Felicitaciones, Rally. You are now one of us. How does it feel?" (Congratulations.)
"Peachy. Can I give it back now?" I growled, my words slurring just a bit as I tested my mouth.
"No."
"Didn't think so."
"Now that ritual is complete, we can take you to Lord Saddler for your plaga completion."
"Oh, fun." I said sarcastically then thought about something. I remembered something and debated whether to ask it or not. Believe me, I didn't want to but I had to know. As we both turned from the pod and began down the stairs, I asked him the question that was in my mind. "Uh, when are we going to get engaged? So I know when to throw fits and try to kill you later on."
Salazar looked confused at the question. "Hmm? What engagement?"
I glared at him, "The engagement you said that going to happen, when is that?"
His brows lifted in surprise then chuckled, "Oh, that engagement." He smiled, "There is none."
I stared at him, "What?"
"There is no engagement. It was just a ruse to trick you."
"A trick?"
"Yes, a trick. A joke if you will."
"Oh, a joke." I continued to look at him, my eyes darkening further. "Ha, funny."
Salazar beamed about it, "Yes it was, wasn't it? Besides, why would I waste my youth on a rebellious American wench like you?"
I glared at him, "I don't know, but do you find my joke funny?"
"What joke?"
"This one!" I snarled then slammed my foot against his back, sending him flying forward and rolling down the stairs. "You little bastard! You set that whole thing up to freak me out for a joke?"
I raced down the stairs after him, the group of Illuminados leaped in and blocked my way as they grabbed a hold of me to restrain me. I flailed and snarled, trying my best to break free and strangle little Salazar. Verdugo II had leaped overhead and landed before its master to protect him in case I did free myself from the throng of zealots. I was surprised myself, I never thought that I could fly into a rage this bad.
I struggled wildly, clawing the air in front of me in vain attempts of grabbing the Castellan. Suddenly, I just relaxed, my body going limp for a second then straightened itself out on its own. I looked to one of the zealots and nodded at which, they reluctantly let go of me. Salazar peeked around his bodyguard and looked at me. I merely stood there, gazing back at him calmly as if the fight had never taken place.
"My apologizes, Salazar. I had tapped into her emotions and inadvertly sent her into a rage while she was talking to you." I apologized, even though I didn't. Ah, it was my plaga that had taken control of me to keep me from killing Salazar. Rather confusing, really since I both did and didn't want to kill the little midget.
"Oh, alright." Salazar sighed as he stepped around his bodyguard.
I suddenly angled my head as if to listen then nodded, looking back at medieval Castellan. "Sir, I advise that you get the girl out of here while there is still time and while I still have control over her body. The American agent is riding the elevator to the top. His plaga informed me."
Salazar looked surprised at the speed the agent was making to get me back. "Ah, gracias. My bodyguard and I will stay here to finish him off." He looked to a small portion of the group of cultists. "You there, get her to that thug our lord has hired. The rest of you join the others at the elevator and slow him down."
The zealots nodded and did as they were told. Most of them scurried off to keep Leon busy while the portion escorting me, lead me out of the room via another secret passage. Salazar and Verdugo II stayed behind and stood on the platform, watching the Plaga Queen and waiting for Leon to show up.
Leon, be careful and take out Salazar for me. And be prepared for what the Island has in store for you.
The passage closed and I was gone, slipping past Leon's reach once again.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Ehh, well that was late. Anyway...WHOO! I finished! This chappy at least! I wish I had finished this earlier so that you guys could have something to read over the Holidays. Forgive me. Anyway, I hope you liked this chappy! It's my longest one so far! It has been a tiring two week vacation. I couldn't think of anything to add to this chappy for most of the first week, which sucked. Then wrote bit by bit the rest of the time, but I finally got on a roll and finished this on New Year's Day and January 2nd. Yays for me!
Finally! The Castle portion is done and we get to move on to final phase of the game! The Island! Will Leon and Rally survive the challenge? Pfft. Of course they will, otherwise the fic would suck. Then again, what plot twists will happen? Who knows, who cares?
Let's find out! XD
Oh, the English chant? Sorry, I almost forgot! Here it is!
To die is to live
That is our way...
Born in greed,
Raised in hate,
Help us to decide our fate.
Lead us to the golden day;
The world shall bow to our new way.
Out of the darkness and into the sun
Los Illuminados will rise as one.
To die is to live
That is our way...
Yes, I wrote this one on my own. So if you are making your own RE4 fic and need a chant, you can borrow mine but I want the link to your fic, and full credit for this, okay? Thank you.
Anyway, please leave a review. Please! Reviews are what sustain my lifeforce and keep this fic from going bad. And remember the choices you guys have to make for this fic. We're not there yet, but I don't want you to forget either. The choices are on Chapter Twenty One (on , it's Chappy Twenty Two (number wise).)
Chat with ya later!
