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A day later inside the Place Louis Lépine police station

3rd POV

The view opens on the outside of the Place Louis Lépine police station. Things have calmed down but all of Paris was stirring. Details were fuzzy due to a media blackout, but what little information that could get out was that a group of communist had tried to kill the president and all of the French parliament. But they were stopped by a ginger girl with a mallet. There was also mentioned of a monster but that was chalked up to hysteria. But what had happened to this, girl with a mallet. She found herself back in the interrogation room with Inspector Hérisson. He was furious, not only for the damages she had done to the station but also for injuring his officers in the pursuit. Nora however didn't pay attention to this asshole. She was thinking back to the Messengers words, wondering if she made the right choice. As her mind continue to wonder, she was forced back to reality when Hérisson slammed his fist on the table.

"Are you paying attention!" Inspector Hérisson shouts. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in!?"

"No, and I don't really care." Nora said as she laid back in her chair.

"Well, let me paint you a picture. You have destroyed private and public property, injured multiple officers in the line of duty, carried an unlicensed weapon of military level, and disrupted a police investigation that almost got the president killed. Bottom line, you spend the next year going from a jail house to a court room before even serving a minute of the sentence." Inspector Hérisson snaps as he pushes the evidence he has on her forward.

Nora looked over the multiple pictures, as well as testimonies done in by a few recognizable names. Particularly the people Nora had injured, tossed out, or both. She simply rolled her eye before looking up at the Inspector.

"Uh huh. I tried warning you earlier when you had me in this very room. But did you listen? NNNNNNOOOOOOO. Really, it was your fault for this." Nora said having enough of this poor attempt at being a bad cop.

"Enfant stupide your word in court next to evidence won't save you. Not even Carron name can protect you from the law." Inspector Hérisson said with his foot down.

"The Law must be pretty unpopular, seeing I just saved the French President by breaking them." Nora said as she stared him down.

"There is proper channels you petit monstr Knock, Knock, Knock!" Before Inspector Hérisson could finish there was a banging on the door.

"Oh, et maintenant!" (Oh, what now!) Inspector Hérisson mutters as he goes to the door.

He then exits the room, leaving Nora alone inside. She sat there waiting paitently. Her thoughts return back to what the Messenger last said. 'I'll give you a while fore respirate…But I'll be back. And I expect quite a show'. Those words haunted Nora's mind. What he was talking about she had no idea… but she knew it's not going to be good. That's when the sound of angry screams caught her attention. Looking up she can hear the Inspector raving in rage but couldn't hear what it was through the door. But what ever it is, seems to greatly anger the Inspector. After a few moments the door open with an enraged and bitter Inspector Hérisson walking in with a man.

"… (Sigh) Nora Valkyrie… by the law of Pardons et graces… you are free to leave." Inspector Hérisson said with seething rage staining his tongue as he uncuffs Nora.

"Wait what?" Nora asked with a raised brow. The Inspector couldn't answered with that look of anger… or easily mistaken constipation, but the man who walked in with him did answer.

"Vous avez sauvé ce gouvernement et ce président de ces misérables communistes. Alors que vous avez enfreint un certain nombre de lois, celles-ci semblent mineures par rapport aux crimes de ces fous socialistes marxistes. Ainsi, par l'autorité du président Doumergue et avec le soutien du ministère de la Justice, du Parlement français et du soutien public, vous êtes gracié." (You saved this government and president from those wretched communist. Now while you did break a number of laws, these seem minor to the crimes of these Marxist socialist lunatics. So by the authority of President Doumergue and with the backing of the Ministry of Justice, Parliament of France, and the public support, you are hereby pardoned.) The man explains as Nora messages her wrist.

"… Oh. Cela signifie-t-il que je peux garder mon Manghild?" (… Oh. So does that mean I get to keep my Manghild?) Nora asked with some excitement in her voice.

"Eh bien… c'est considéré comme une arme de qualité militaire… donc pour contourner cela, vous devez être enrôlé dans le service." (Well… it's considered a military grade weapon… so to get around that you must be drafted into the service.) The man replies causing the inspector to nearly choke on his own words.

"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux chef." (You can't be serious chief?) Inspector Hérisson complained.

" (It's not your place Inspector. Besides the idea has been kicking around since the Yankee's arrived. The president now found the face of our first Volunteer Marianne regiment.) the man said before turning to Nora. " (If you are interested?)

Nora thought about it for a moment A chibi buble of her wearing the Marianne. She then realized that she would have her left tit out and quickly popped the bubble. Before she could decline Inspector Hérisson spoke out.

"Tsk, c'est une idée stupide. Elle n'a même pas la moitié du visage avec qui travailler." (Tsk, that's a dumb idea. She doesn't even have half the face to work with.) The Inspector said causing a twitch in Nora's head.

"Je vais le faire." (I'll do it.) Nora said with small bit of spite in her tone. She then eyed down the Inspector for a few moments before turning to the man. "Mais peut-il attendre ? J'ai des choses à régler." (But can it wait? I got some things to sort out.)

"Oui il peut. Maintenant, je pense que tu devrais rentrer chez toi. Jobert vous attend dans le hall et j'ai quelques mots avec l'inspecteur." (Yes, it can. Now I believe you should head home. Jobert is waiting for you in the lobby and I have some words with the inspector.) The man said before turning to the Inspector. Inspector Hérisson folds his arms in disappointment but gave no remark.

Nora gives a nod and was about to walk on out when Inspector Hérisson stopped her. He then remarks, "You may have a pardon, they can give you the highest honors. But make no mistake petit monster, make one mistake, one toe out of line, and you can count on me to make you regret ever entering the country."

"Uh huh. Love you too, inspector." Nora remarks sarcastically as she walked out of the room.

She walks down the hall, eventually finding herself in the lobby of the Place Louis Lépine police station. Looking around she spot's Jobert sitting down by the entrance. He was still in his tuxedo but the bow tie was unwrapped and his blazer on his lap. He had finished taking a drag from the cigarette when he spots her.

"Bonjour, little English girl." Jobert greets as he disregard the cigarette. "How was your stay?"

"Oh you know, terrible food, bad service, and lousy decour." Nora said with a shrug before punching him in the arm.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Jobert asked as he rubs his arm.

"For trying to get rid of me." Nora hmphed in annoyance. "First you try to shift me off when the going get's tough, then you didn't warn the president about the whole cult trying to kill him, and now you are holding… a present?"

Before Nora could finish her rant. Jobert had pulled out a small wrapped gift. Curiously, she took it and begin to unwrap it. Much to her surprise it was a photo. Of Ren. Nora's eyes Widen in shock. This was a genuine photo of Ren. He was in a bed with Chinese text in the background.

"Well to be fair I had made plans for you to go to London for a month while we get him transform here. Right on time for your birthday." Jobert states as pulls out a transfer paper. Apparently, Ren was in a Hong Kong Mental hospitable, comatose. The papers said he would arrive two days before her birthday. "It was going to be a surprise but then the whole disaster happened and well, I'd figure it was…"

Before Jobert could finish Nora had wrapped her arms around his waist. His eyes nearly poped out of his skull as Nora gave him the death hug of joy. Tears streamed down her face in utter joy as the bones in Jobert's spine cracked and popped.

"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" Nora said repeatedly as she nearly broke the old man. "It makes up for everything. No I owe you more, want me to make Ren's special pancakes! Cause I can make them… mostly!"

"Ugh, how about… you put me down… ugh, first." Jobert struggles to say before Nora drops him. He then takes a moment to pop his spine back in place before fixing his collar. With hand on back he then continued. "Don't mention it. A friend of mine who was doing business in Indochine when he read an News article about your friend. He was found out near Guam and was brought back to Hong Kong. Don't want to know what happen to the poor boy, but the sailor who found him claimed he saw something horrible."

"But he's still alive… and fine?" Nora asked with a worried tone.

"Well, other then massive weight loss from the coma and pretty poor conditions it's a miracle he didn't die from neglect. Then again if he anything like you I shouldn't be surprised." Jobert said before noticing Nora's horror. He then quickly fixed it. "Um well in any case I arranged the ward to release your Ren into our care. I made sure that he would be treated well on the ride. When he arrives you can spend as much time caring for him till hopefully he recovers."

Nora's horrified face changes to a pleasant smile. She then moves towards Jobert to give another hug. Jobert naturally flinches but much to his surprise it was a pleasant and solitaire hug. Jobert was hesitant but eventually return the hug. After a few moments they stopped the tender embrace before Jobert escorts her to the door. As they leave Nora speaks up.

"Thank you… again, I really owe you." Nora remarks.

"Ce n'est pas un problème." Jobert remarks as he waved it off. "Actually, I did revived word from President Doumergue. He wishes to make today a national holiday in recognition of your actions."

"It's fine, really. Anyone worth their hammer should do what I did." Nora remarks as she trying to decline the offer.

"You sure? He's offering anything to make you say otherwise." Jobert said as he holds open the door.

"Anything?" Nora asked with an ever growing wide smirk on her face. The wider her face got the closers the camera got till it was closed in on her eye.

Back inside the Carron Estate.

The view then pans back out to revel Nora sitting at the Carron's kitchen. Now wearing a fresh set of clothes and a new mask she looked at what was in front of her with eager eyes. On the table in front of her was a mountain of pancakes, and she was only armed with two forks but that was all she needed. Within moments she got to work devouring them at inhuman speeds. As she does the view pans across the room to show the family looking on in a mixture of respect and horror.

"…Oh toutes les choses que le président aurait pu faire... Elle a choisi de faire aujourd'hui, la journée nationale des crêpes." (…Oh all the things the president could have done... She chose to make today, national pancake day.) Audra's said with shock pastured on her face.

"(Slurp) VIVA LA JOURNÉE DES CRÊPES!" Nora shouted across the room.

"Mère, Nora a sauvé le président, notre gouvernement, pratiquement l'intégralité de notre mode de vie d'un marxiste fou qui a réussi à mettre la main sur un véritable monstre. Et Mme Valk… ("NORA!")… l'amour des crêpes est la chose la plus étrange?" (Mother, Nora saved the president, our government, practically the entirety of our way of life from crazed Marxist that somehow managed to get their hands on a literal monster. And Ms. Valk… ("NORA!")… love of pancakes is the strangest thing?) Oliver points out.

"C'est, et qu'ai-je dit jeune homme!" (It is, and what did I say young man!) Audra's snapped causing Oliver to return back to his seat. "Vous avez encore beaucoup d'ennuis. Je te jure que tu passeras toute ta jeune vie à aller et venir de ta chambre à l'école! Tu comprends jeune homme!" (You are still in a lot of trouble. I swear you will be spending the entirety of your young life coming and going from your room to school! You understand young man!)

"Allez maman Carron. Le pétrole faisait ce qu'il pensait bien. D'ailleurs sans lui je serais toujours en prison." (Come on Mama Carron. Oli was doing what he thought right. Beside if it wasn't for him I would still be in prison.) Nora said defending Oliver as she picks up another plate. She lifts another pancake up to her mouth when a fork impaled the pancake to the wall. Looking over Nora can see the rage in Audra's eyes. Sending a chill down her back as she said the following in the most motherly threatening tone.

"Peut-être, mais il aurait pu mourir. Et je jure que si jamais vous l'encouragez à refaire quelque chose d'aussi stupide que ça, alors je peux garantir que cette chose sera la deuxième créature la plus terrifiante que vous ayez jamais rencontrée. Suis-je clair, Mme Valkyrie?" (Perhaps, but he could have died. And I swear if you ever encourage him to do something as dumb as that again, then I can guaranty what ever that thing was will be the second most terrifying creature you have ever met. Am I clear, Ms. Valkyrie?)

"…Oui Mme Carron." (…Yes Ms. Carron.) Nora said as she slinks down for cover in case Audra throws another knife.

Audra gives a small hmpth as Jobert walks in with the mail in hand. He then gives a kiss on his wife's head before remarking, "Mon amour s'il te plait. Attendez au moins une journée avant de l'embrocher comme une Brochettes Au Coq Au Vin." (My love please. At least wait a day before you skewer her like a Brochettes Au Coq Au Vin.)

"Tsk, elle peut être le héros aujourd'hui. Mais d'ici demain, elle sera à la une pour avoir cassé la jambe de pauvres âmes… étant donné qu'ils étaient justifiés de la faire casser." (Tsk, she may be the hero today. But by tommorow she will be on the front page for breaking some poor souls' leg… granted they were justified to have it broken.) Audra remarks as Jobert sits down. He gives a small smirk before overlooking the mail. Most of them were resume for the new house position since Sabastian's untimely demise. As he over looked them one letter stuck out. Addressed to Nora.

"Huh, ceci s'adresse à toi petite Anglaise." (Huh, this is addressed to you little English girl.) Jobert said as he overlooked the letter.

"Vraiment de qui?" (Really from who?) Nora asked as she gets up to get the letter.

"Ne dit pas. Pas d'adresse ou quoi que ce soit." (Doesn't say. No address or anything.) Jobert said as he hands Nora the letter.

Looking it over, she found that Jobert was right. Just her name and nothing else. Looking it over a few times did curiosity finally overtook her. She quickly opened it, causing a number of 'French' postcards to fall out onto the table.

"Cher Seigneur! Nora, range ce cinquième!" (Dear lord! Nora, put that fifth away!) Audra shouts as she quickly covered Olivers eyes.

Nora's face blushed as multiple cards of Jean Agélou, Alice Prin, and Frères Neurdein posing in suggestive positions. She quickly begin to pick up the nude postcards when she came upon a photo of F. Viala, with the title, 'Young woman at Moroccan massage' On the front written in ink was a message. 'Je pense à toi Petite Gingembre -H' (Be thinking of you Little Ginger girl -H)

Nora pauses for a few moments before giving a small knowing smile. She secretly pockets it before grabbing the rest. As Audrey begins complaining about how this was prank, Nora slipped away, to toss away the fifth while keeping that one pictures. As she leaves the room, the view moves to side transforming the scene from the cozy Carron house, to the downpouring streets in the 4th Arrondissements. There a familiar lone figure walks down the road.

Late at night, in the 4th Arrondissements

Inspector Hérisson walked through the rain. He was trending on thin ice since this morning. He threatens to resigned and damned everyone who got in his way. Now he was force to stand down as that… monster, is praised for obstructing justice and destruction of personal property. So what if she stopped the communist, she had caused more damage then they could have. Along with that there was something off about her. She almost seemed superhuman. As the rain came down hard he made his way inside his apartment. Soaking up the stairs he walked into his apartment and close the door behind him. After hanging up his trench coat he walked over to the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of wine. He poured a heavy glass for himself before sitting down on a loft. Looking at a blank wall he takes a few sips as he stares intensely. After a few sips he aggressively got to his feet and proceed to retrieve some files. He then returned with papers, tine, and tacks.

He begins tacking newspaper clippings, reports, pictures, and questions onto the wall, before attaching twine to connect them all. He then stands back to look over his work. The entire wall now covered from every inch with this investigative spider's web. At the center, was Nora's mug shots with a note next to it. '?'

He stares at that photo but yet he could not answer that nagging question. He takes a big gulp from his glass when a voice from behind caught his attention.

"Tu ne devrais pas demander, où? Car il a depuis longtemps disparu." (You shouldn't be asking, where? Because it has long since disappeared.) a chilling voice from behind called out. In a panic Inspector Hérisson turns around, dropping his glass on the ground. Standing before him was a middle eastern looking bold man.

"Qui diable êtes-vous?" (Who the hell are you?) Inspector Hérisson asked as he reaches for his gun… only to recall leaving it at the station.

"Ce n'est pas important. Je suis cependant prêt à vous aider dans l'affaire qui l'entoure." (That's not important. I however am willing to assist you in the matter revolving around her.) The stranger said as he points to the picture of Nora.

"Et pourquoi devrais-je croire un étranger qui a fait irruption dans ma maison? (And why should I believe a stranger who broke into my house?) Inspector Hérisson asked as he looked around for anything to use as a weapon.

"Parce que j'en sais plus que la plupart." (Because I know more than most.) The man said before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small burnt sloth plushy. Handing it over to Inspector Hérisson, he looked down to see sewn into the side was the name 'Nora'. The man then continues, "J'ai rencontré sa mère, vu les choix qu'elle avait faits et je sais où se trouve sa bien-aimée. Je suis prêt à divulguer cette information... mais à une condition." (I've met her mother, seen the choices she had made, and know where her beloved is. I am will to divulge this information... but under one condition.)

"… Et quel est ton état?" (And what is your condition?) Inspector Hérisson asked.

The man remained quiet. After a few moments he held out his crooked and pale looking hand. In a hushed tone he replies. "Nous sommes d'accord pour travailler ensemble. J'ai mes propres raisons contre elle." (We agree to work together. I have my own reasons against her.)

Inspector Hérisson looked down at the disturbing hand. As he was hesitant about shaking the man's hand, he was on the end of a rope. So taking a sigh he takes the hand and the two shook. "Très bien, j'accepte vos conditions Mr… (Alright, I accept your conditions Mr…)

"Homme noir. Mais la plupart m'appellent par un autre nom. (Blackman. But most call me by another name.) The stranger said before Inspector Hérisson felt an agonizing pain in his hand. Looking down, black veins begin to slowly grow all over his hand. Like moving tattoos, it slowly overtook his arm and made their way up his neck. As he falls to his knees in agony the man continued. "Le chaos rampant, Ahtu, l'homme noir, le pharaon noir, le vent noir, la femme gonflée, la brume rampante, le démon noir, le démon noir, le noir, l'habitant des ténèbres, le dieu sans visage, l'horreur flottante, Haunter de l'obscurité, mangeur de visage… but you will know me soon, as master."

The black fluid moved to cover Inspector Hérisson eyes. The last thing seen before the scene goes dark is Hérisson eyes becoming pure black. Blood ran down his face like tears, and he screamed in agony as the truth of the universe was revealed to him… in all it's horrific visage.

Play Dreamland by Swingrowers

The song opens up inside the Le Cabaret du Ciel. As the music begins a group of people watch on from the side. Cheering as figures got out onto the stage, dancing all the while the music played.

By the way
We'll try to go up again
Should take the stairways

(Should take the stairways)
I believe
I'll be whatever you need
Beyond your wildest dream

(Beyond your wildest dream)
We can lean on no one.
T's not such fun

(No one. T's not such fun)
But if you trust me
You'll live like magic
Doors will open for us

(Doors will open for us)

Nora walks out on stage, she proceeds to do a little dance. First doing the T-step to the side before changing to the Stub out. As she shakes her hips a set of bright stage lights turn on behind her. The way it was position it looked like she bumped it to turn it on as she gives a cutie face. The bright lights revealing the following words.

(Clara Bow as Nora Valkyrie)

Come with me
If we make it through the night
Babe, I want you by my side
Let's take back all we were denied
My oh my!
You can't begin to understand
What to expect in my dreamland
For the last time Look at your past
And say
Goog bye – bye – bye – bye -bye – bye- bye -bye -bye

(Goog bye – bye – bye – bye -bye – bye- bye -bye -bye)

Nora then does the T-Step off the dance floor. Once gone Oliver rolls into the center of the dance floor. He begins tapping his legs before suddenly standing up, pushing the wheel chair aside as he begins to do the Running Man. Putting one foot in front of the other before doing a backflip as he clicks his heels in the air. As he lands on his feet, the lights turn on behind the kid it reading.

(Arthur Lake as Oliver Carron)

Amore mio
We need to pack up and go
Before the sun goes down

(Before the sun goes down)
Legal outlaws
Don't need to hurt anyone
The best is yet to come!

(The best is yet to come!)
Run-on and on and on
Until it's done!

(And on, until it's done!)
And if you trust me
You'll live like magic
The worst is over for us

(The worst is over for us)

Oliver then gives a pose before backflipping into his chair and rolling off state. Once gone, Hassan walked out while doing the Hope walk dance. Once he got to the center he then start doing the X jump & Fall back before jumping up. As he twirls the lights turned on just bellow him, revealing the words;

(Fred Toones as Hassan Detemple)

Come with me
If we make it through the night
Babe, I want you by my side
Let's take back all we were denied
My oh my!
You can't begin to understand
What to expect in my dreamland
For the last time Look at your past
And say
Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

And say

Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

And say

Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

And say

Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye

(Doors will open for us)

He lands doing the split, giving a smile he scissors himself up before Hope walk dancing off stage. As he does, Audra then appeared. She first walked on looking polite and proper before turning to face the audience. After a few moments she begins to do the Phase shifting. The crowed goes wild as this old lady bust a move. She does it for a few seconds before altering to Mr. X. As she finishes the light appears behind her, reading;

(Renée Adorée as Audra Carron)

Come with me
If we make it through the night
Babe, I want you by my side
Let's take back all we were denied
My oh my!
You can't begin to understand
What to expect in my dreamland
For the last time Look at your past
And say

As the song comes to an end, Jobert comes on stage. He gives his wife a kiss on her hand. Giving a friendly blush she allowed him the dance floor. He pauses for a few moments before doing the Katyouman, before altering to the simple-splendor. He then ends it by flipping his Kepis onto his head as he strikes a pose. In the pose the lights turn on brightly, revealing the fallowing text;

(Marcel Dalio as Jobert Carron)
Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

(Goog bye - bye - bye - bye -bye - bye- bye -bye -bye)

The lights turned off and the scene goes to black. After a few moments, a Jack-O-Lantern lights up, reaving a familiar Gasmask wearing induvial sitting in a comfortable chair. Painted on his mask was a terrible hand painted Sugar-skull with a sombrero overtaking what would have been his Stetson.

Hello Everybody! Wombag1786 here.

Finally done with this story arc. And Phew just in time. Finals are approaching, multiple migraines and writers blocks. And along with that done with really shitty WiFi. I digress. Glad to end the chapter on a disturbing note… and also a hilarious one, VIVA La Journée des crêpes! So with that said I wonder who will be the next unfortunate soul? Find out in 3 weeks… after Midterms. But for now, let's go over some Comment and questions?

From Black Cross0: He almost did with Nora… but he has agreed to watch… for now. To be honest he find her amusing… but how long can she remain so before he get's… board?

Oh he did. Granted he didn't realize Ren making a pact with Nasht and Kaman-Thah to get that message out to Nora till after she refused. There will be punishment.

No, honestly he could make her worship him by being within breathing presense. He just finds it more fulfilling to trick or even have the humans willingly throw away their sanity. It's like a Faustian bargain to him, and he enjoys making them.

Doesn't help that he slept with Ren with Nora's face. (Try getting that idea out of your head.) But I digress, Dreamland is a strange place specially when it comes to time. A Million Years in Dreamland is but just a minute in our time. So if it took Ren a year then how long has the Crawling Chaos been tormenting him? And even more importantly what year was he referring to? Dreamland time or earth Years? (Dreamland cycle is five times as long as an earth Year.)

Well… there's only one way to find out.

Thanks for Writing Black Cross0.

From Crimson Weresloth: Heh, yeah… can you please tell them to get off my ass. I told them it won't happen… a 7th time this year… month… week.

That's up in the air for now.

Thanks for Writing Crimson Weresloth.

From Carre: 1A. Thank you. I was trying to do a Gus Fring Moment.

Yeah, he's and interesting character. For easier reference you can refer to him as the Crawling Chaos. I played him as this Machiavellian Loki like character… though that would be to simple. I digress he's playing a bigger game then Ms. Marsh could ever play… granted we have yet to make it to 1929.

As for the twin, best to refer to them as the Owt Siblings for refrence.

1B. Glad you like it.

1C. Always…

1D. Yeah… if we keep it up at this rate I'm starting to wonder if Nyarlathotep is a teacher at TIBA (The International Butler Academy).

Um no. Was trying to make a character that opposed Nora's Chaotic good.

1E. He slept with Nyarlathotep who pretended to be Nora. I'll let that thought settle in. Also as I told Black cross0, Dreamland laws of time… is drastically different. Meaning he's effectively stranded for Millennium while in that comma.

2. There was this video a friend sent me. That "Not Scientifically possible" meme but with the game. … point is, that's the best way to describe my excitement.

3. Thanks. Glad to be done.

Thanks for Writing Carre.

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Thanks for Writing .

Well with that done I must ask for a 3 week break. I got finals to do and we will be returning to our regular schedule system of one chapter every 2nd Tuesday. Please Fav and Fol the story, this is Wombag1786 signing off and wishing you all a Happy Halloween.

In an unknown cell in the Tower of London, June, 1924

The scene opens up in a small damp cell, under a dreary night. Thunder and hard-hitting rain fell down outside the barred window. As the view pulls back, it's revealed that one individual was staying inside this wrenched place. He remained silent, not wanting to give anyone within ear shot the satisfaction of him pleading innocence. As he remains quiet; the sound of footsteps caught his attention, but he dared not look. The cell door opened and a man dressed in the royal guards uniform opened the door. Behind him, was a familiar looking Priest.

"You got a last rite, you damn traitor. Make it quick, come morning you'll swing for what you've done." The royal guard sneered.

"Come morning, an innocent man will stare a coward down..." The man replies dryly before looking the guard in the eye. "but I thank you for giving me the practice."

The guard stared back before taking his rifle and striking the fifty-year-old man. He let's out a grunt but refused to show any sign of pain. He simply placed his hand on his nose and fixed it with a painful crack. Annoyed, the guard was about to strike him when the priest stopped him.

"Hit em again my son, and you'll be answering to two lords." The priest response in a Scottish accent.

"Tsk… whatever. By dawn the Ravens will be stuffing themselves with this snake's tongue." The soldier said before walking away to give the two some privacy. Closing the cell door, the priest sits down across from the convicted man. As he watch the man try to fix his nose, the priest was about to speak when the man spoke up.

"If your hoping I'd confess or beg, your dead wrong. I'm guilty of many things but the things I was charged." The man said as he finishes with his nose.

"Uh huh, and the claims it was a demon out of hell?" The priest said gaining the ire of the man. "You wish not to convince me that they were monstrous being stalking the recovering town of merry old London?"

"… Priest, I have been ridiculed and berated my entire life. Now that I'm at death's door would you do me the favor and not ridicule me like my executioner. If I'm going to die I'd die with dignity." The man said as he crossed his arms.

"Aye, seems like a better way to go… for a British Nancy; but what if I believe you? What if an associate of mine can stay the gallows for a few more days... but only if you, confess. Confess to what you saw in Lord Johnston's home. I may be able to help your limey ass."

"… You want a confession? Not one where I beg for my life?" The man asked with a raised brow.

"Aye, that's what I said you daft twat." The priest said as he crossed his arm.

"Tsk, with that tone I'm not convinced you're here to get me to implicate myself." The man said as he crossed his arms.

"Look, I'll be honest. I could care less if another politician bites the big one. More power to it if anything. But this lass who I promise to help insist upon it so you might as well tell me what the fuck killed the bloody Mayer before I say fuck you and storm on out."

"… Pft, did Clementine send you? Damn she stubborn… heh suppose that's why I married her." The man said with a shrug.

"Um, no. She ain't your wife. Look, just tell me about the fiery devils who killed the mayor and now stalking London. She may be able to help." The Priest said sternly.

"… Fine, but first get me out of here." The man remarks.

"Wha… we don't got time for this old man!" The Priest shouts nearly gaining the attention of the royal guards. "Just tell me what we need to know and we can get you out of here."

"Get me out first… then I'll talk." The old man said firmly.

"I… I… Ugh, fuckin hell you're a stubborn old cunt ain't yah." The priest said in annoyance.

"Any you're a wrinkle old cock. Guess we were made for each other." The man replies with a smirk.

"(Sigh), I fuckin hate you." The Priest said as he stands up to leave.

"Sure, give whomever sent you my regards." The man said as he relaxes against his bed.

"Oh don't worry she will be coming for you shortly." The preacher said in a serious tone as the guard unlocks the cell. "Azrael comes for all sinner! May god have mercy for we have none!"

The Man recognized the sarcasm in the Scottish priest tone. But couldn't help but reflect on how his wife will be doing. Much less his children. He then looked out the window, watching the rain coming down. What felt like an eternity, only a few hours had passed. As the man sat there, he pulled out a cigar. A Romeo Y Julieta, his prefer brand. If he must die, he'd rather enjoy the one last comfort. Though how he could smoke without a matches. As pondered on how to enjoy his last comfort, something caused the man's ears to flicker. Noises coming from outside it cell. It was faint but it sounded like guards screaming. That's when one guard was tossed through the cell doors. His bearskin fell to the ground as the poor bastard tried to stand. He pulls out the Webby revolver when his attacker came in. A nun armed with a strange but broken blade charged him. She pushed the weapon aside before punching the man's throat. As he gags she then twists his arm around by going under him. He flips onto his back before the woman stomps on his face, knocking loose his frontal teeth and rendering him unconscious.

"… Well, you certainly made an entrance." The man said as the Nun put's away the strange and remarkable weapon away. Turning to him, her piercing yellow eyes gave him the impression of meeting an angry alley cat. She then approached him before pulling out a small note pad and a match. Looking over the paper it said, 'Winston, we need to leave. Can you follow me?'

The man known as Winston looked at her before back at the note. He remained quiet for a few moments before grabbing the nun's hand. He pulled it over to him holding the match to his face as he place the cigar in his mouth. The light revealed his face. Covered in multiple scars and burns ranging from 1st to 3rd. He takes a few puffs before letting go.

"Now I am Sister?" Winston asked.

The woman didn't say anything, rather flipped through the pages till she reached one page. The words reading 'Blake Belladonna and no I can't talk'

"Hmm, must be a code of silence." Winston said with a shrug as he gets up. Blake gives him a dirty look as he holds out his hand. "By all means Sister Belladonna, lead the way."

Play "London bridge is falling down" By Dezzaired

Blake gives a nod and quickly leaves the cell, with Winston following after. The two flees the cell and made their getaway. As they run, away the scene turns to black as a comic book falls down on top of the previous one. On the Front depicts Blake, in a burned raggedy Nun outfit. Surrounding her was a ring of fire. As she held her broken blade in a defensive stance, a horrific looking gargoyle stood behind her, looking down in an intimidating stand. To the side was a few bubble characters and the words above the title of the story.

RWBY NOIR

The Gargoyle from Stonehenge

STARING:

Blake Belladona: The Sister Cat

FEB: The Drunk Scotish Preacher

Guest Staring:

Caspar Antoinette: A German Tourist.