RWBY Noir

by Wombag1786

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its content." In 1919, the world has seen the horrors of the great war come to an end, yet forces behind the vale of sanity work and worm into the booming new world. Thankfully, humanity will not be alone in this madness. Though Madness, may prove to be a Blessing then Sanity.

21. Missed Dues Ch4

I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulu

An: Special thanks to Dmandog056, and GlisteningR&S. Also, I will not be posting for this story for the entirety of March due to Mid terms.

Ph'nglui mgehyee ot agl ot gokahe. Llll mgepog hupa fhtagn

(Play Azathoth 2/2 by Cryo Chamber for added effects)

3rd POV

The view opens up on a burning building, with a hoard of shambling corpses moving towards it like moths to a flame. As they move towards the flame, gun shots can be heard. Despite the unyielding, unending, ungodly hoard of ghoulish souls stumbling forth, Schmidt and Suzie refused to yield themselves. Schmidt, had been in tougher scrapes and Suzie adamantly refuse to die here. Yet the odds were not in their favor despite the slow approach of these creatures. Schmidt while injured could still put bullets into these abominations. Taking his time, he planted a round into each of their heads. Compared to the Germans, mobsters, cops, and witness he has shot at. Plugging these undead freaks were quite easy. Suzie struggled a bit at first. She found a new weapon, a strange white rifle that fired like any machinegun. After struggling to hold it she figured out how it operated and blindly fired into the crowd, mowing down huge chunks with ease. Yet despite their semi easy stance the hordes of moaning ghouls, malfunctioning tin men, and horrific blacken beast never seem to be affected by the loss.

"Jesus, is there any end to them!" Suzie panics a she struggles to load the rifle.

"Far as I see, no!" Schmidt shouted back as he fired off a few rounds into crowed of monstrous children.

"Well then keep shooting!" Suzie shouted back as she loads the strange rifle before unleashing a burst of bullets into the crowed.

The two continued to unload a mess of rounds into the hoard, yet not matter how many they kill. More kept on coming. As Schmidt loads another clip into his pistol, a zombified brunet with Bunny ears grabbed his arm with the strength of a circus strong man. As she pulled Schmidt forced his gun into the back of her throat.

"Ugh, Get off me!" Schmidt snapped as he fired off three rounds into her mouth. After which he pulled her to the ground and pistol beat her head till it was nothing but a mushy paste of brains and bones. Even then he didn't stop. Nothing will die in the damn place. As he continued on, he had failed to notice the crowed getting closer. So Suzie screamed out to him.

"Jacob! Stop it! We don't got time for your Great war shell shock bullsh…" Before she could even finish a piece of marble columns was tossed at the two, going over their heads. It ended up rolling to the side, crushing a dozen or so. The two looked over and to their shock, that devil boy was there.

If the undead corpse wasn't as unsettling, whatever he is now. Was absolutely horrifying. Limbs had been crushed in a million different places. Jaw was crooked, revealing horrifically sharp uneven fangs. The kid no longer has eyes. Rather that mask he would wear had pressed itself deep into his flesh and bone. Merging with the skull as if it was natural. His entire right arm, missing. The left one on the other hand. It grown has into a mixture of a dark malevolent and malnourish arm, that burned with a never ceasing flame. The finger tips were no longer human or to an extent look human. Its fingernails were that of that eastern style sword that he had originally carried. However, they were crooked and chip with a jagged tip. Suffice the say the boy had become a monster of nightmares. It… moved two steps closer before letting out a painful gurgle that was a cross between a roar and a call.

"B̠̳̈͌́́̐͂ͅl̷̨̪̮̘̩̠͇͔̥͙͙̳̹͓̳̿̂͛͗͒́ŗ̼̘̗̪̖̠͎̋̀ͅl̴̨͎̹̣͎̟̖̟̈͒̋̽͗͛̌A̴͓͇͍̰̯̘̥̾̃̃̀͑͑̓̕̕̕͝͠Ạ̶͖̗͕̪̞̩͔͇̯̱͓̭̹͋̄̈́̉̌̄̎͋̅͗͒͌͠͠͝ͅG̶͉̬̪̐̿̑̾̃̑͑́̓͊̀͜͝͝Š̶̡͕͉̘͙̪̺̠̼͖̠̈̑͜A̦K̴͇̔͛̑̆̇̀̂͊̄̄͠K̵̘̪̑̌́͌̇́͛̅̂̋͝E̶̮̣̫̱̘͑̈̓́͘̕Ạ̷̰͔͖͚͆̓̿͂͑͋̀̔͜D̷̢̨̲̲̥̠̮͙̻̬̞̜́̈́̓̿̾́̋̈͗͝ͅÁ̬̹̺̟͉͌̎̎ͅẸ̷̢̭̝̟̦̗͈̥̌̌̍̈́̈́̌̀͐̚͜͝!" The monstrous creature screamed out before turning it's attention to the two.

"You were saying about bullshit." Schmidt asked rhetorically as he pulled himself to his feet.

Before either Schmidt or Suzie could react, the creature raced forward at an amazing speed. Schmidt only had a second before the creatures left claw could pierce the ground where Schmidt was standing. It then tore it's arm out from the ground before moving towards Schmidt.

"Alright, round three you son of a bi…" Before Schmidt could even finish, it raced forward. Slicing at Schmidt who could barely evade the swings.

As he could barely move about, Suzie tried to help but blasting the creature. However, the hoard had descended upon her. Forcing her back off as she fended off the nabbing creatures that tried to grab her. Back over with Schmidt, he was losing his edge. His vest, tie, and shirt slowly gained multiple slash marks from the increasing number of close calls. Eventually, the creature got one good slash, sending Schmidt flying back. Before he could get up, the creature had nearly pierced his eyes if Schmidt didn't grab ahold of the sword like claws. He struggled to hold these blades back. As they got closer to his face the deeper the sliced into his hands. In a fit of agony and determination to live he fought through the pain to push the blades back. This proved if anything to be in vain. The blades got closer, and there was nothing that Schmidt or Suzie could do. Then, a miracle happened. As the monster's bladed fingers got closer, the thing was tossed to the side. Violently, crashing into the hoard of ghoulish school children that were about to rip Suzie to pieces.

It took Schmidt a few moments before he could get a good look at his savior. A girl with crimson red hair and emerald green eyes, dressed in some kind of bronze attire that reminds him of one of them ancient Greek soldiers. With an out stretch of her hand, a black aura surrounded it before her red spear returned to her hand.

"… Who the hell are you?" Schmidt asked completely confused about what was going on. The women didn't say anything, rather she grabbed ahold of him and slinged him over her shoulder. Much to Schmidt's annoyance. "Hey, let me go! Lady put me down! For fuck sake put me down!"

As Schmidt squirmed, the woman quickly raced over to Suzie. Before she could even react, she was grabbed by her collar before carried along with Schmidt. The strange girl with red hair raced towards the tower with inhuman speed, evading multiple ghoulish creatures, automaton men, and those blacken creatures. Eventually she busted into the tower before finding an elevator. She raced inside before tossing the two to the side and turning to the door. With both hands she used that black voodoo mumbo jumbo magic to force the doors to close. And in the nick of time no less. One of those ghoulish school children had sticked her hand through just before the doors closed. Cutting it off at the mid humerus. As it plopped down with a sickening splat, Suzie makes a horrific gasp.

"Ugh, oh lord. That's… I think… ugh, yep." Before she could finish, she quickly turned around and vomited out her lunch.

Schmidt managed to avoid vomiting from the sight of a dismembered arm. However, he was feeling extremely light headed from the blood loss. Also being carried like a sack of potatoes didn't help either. As the red head pressed the up-button Schmidt got to his feet.

"Hey… you didn't answer my question." Schmidt states as he gets back up to his feet. The woman didn't answer rather continued to stare at the door. Much to Schmidt's annoyance he again stated. "Who the hell are you?"

She gives a side way's glance. Not looking at Schmidt but something behind him. Schmidt turned around to see advertising. Looks like something sold for Kellogg brand cornflakes. However, the girl was on the advertisement. Reading it, he found the girl's name.

"Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Crunch. A brand of cereal that every champ needs. Especially the Invincible girl herself, Pyrrha Nikos." He then turned back to the girl. "… So, you're some kind of Athlete Ms. Nikos?"

The girl remained silent paying him no mind as she stares on at the door. After a few moments, a ding can be heard and with that she quickly raised her hand and the doors shot out violently. They had reached the top of the tower. What used to be a strange clock theme office was totaled completely. Like something had crashed here. The girl, Pyrrha walked out leaving the two behind. After a few moments Schmidt made the first move out of the room. Remarking sarcastically aloud. "Since when was witchcraft a sport?"

Suzie followed out into the open room. As the two looked around they noticed right away that whatever destroyed this office, was large. Not only that but hot. Scorched and deep scratch marks lined the crumbling walls and floors. The glass floor had cracked and melted together. The brick and concrete walls, or what was left of them, had fallen to the ground or far below. Multiple sets of jagged glass had pierced the walls. The sight was enough to remind Schmidt of the small villages that got caught in the midst of the battles. As he hallucinates the sound of crying, the screams, and the gun shots, Suzie spotted something. What use to be nothing, was a door in the center of the room. It looked exactly like the one in the hallway.

A glimmer of hope became apparent on Suzie's face. She quickly raced over to Schmidt and begin tugging on Schmidt's shoulder. When that didn't got his attention she began talking to him. "Oy, Schmidt. There's the door out. Stop standing around like a mook. We need to get out of here."

Schmidt didn't respond, rather he kept on staring at the mess in a hallucinating like state. Annoyed she shook him a bit more violently. "Hey, earth to derange mobster. Didn't you hear me. We can lea…SHEIK!"

Before she could finish. There was a loud stabbing noise. The two looked behind them to see their savior. Pyrrha. On her knees with a black, malnourish arm punctured through her chest. She gasped out a few drops of blood before her body catches fire and turns to ash in only a matter of seconds. All that remained was her tiara. Something that fell to the ground before shattering into pieces. Behind her, was a monster of a woman. Half of her body was human… or to the extent of that word. Her skin was deathly pale. The body was malnourished and suffering from rigor mortis by the way it walked. Under her right eye was a burning eye lash of sorts. Then there was the left side. It was a black and twisted as those monsters. Unlike the students who had them, this one looked natural. As if it was a part of her rather then forced upon. Her jaw had open to show the multiple sets of jagged teeth. Her eye was not the golden amber as her right. Rather an ominous red. Then there was the horn, growing straight from her ebony hair that covered half her right side of the face. It soon let out a chuckle as it takes a step forward. Crunching on the tiara. As it moved another step, words that were hollow and dark escaped it lips.

"̴̨̨̡̧͈̫̫̹͕͔̥̟̝̹̦̹̱̙̫͍̹̱̦̍̒̒̃͝ͅͅͅͅͅĎ̼̭̔̉́̃̈́́͆͑̉̓̑̒̕͘ǫ̴̛͕̞̳̟̤̯̰̻͚͓̹̱̭̩͕̖̱ͅͅ ̶̧̣͎̥̜̱̼̳̰̓̄y̶̡̢̢͍̮̠̱̝̮͉̘͓̤̙̖̹͔̺͍̼̻̫̰̩̮̰̬̼̓̽̾̆̏̔͑͂̓̓͜͝ờ̴̢̩͚̠̭̯̩̌̋̈̄̊͛̑͛̾́̋̇́̈́̀̃̄̿̍̔̄̇̄͑̅̐͘u̴͓̿ ̷̟̂͑́̑̐̾͊͒̾͋̈́̆̅͒̈́͒͌̄̏̅̚͘̚b̴͔̬͈̗̘̥̯̔̾͘͠è̴̡̢̨̛̩̲̣̝̗̩͚̜̟̬̼̗̼͍̹̤̌̅̀́̊̃͌̎͐̊̋̈́̈̀̓̉̇̾̑̎̐̏͗̃̈́͘͝l̵̡͍̤̰̫̦͍̙̈̌̄̉͐̏̾̾̇͛̆͑̅͂̇̀͒̀̿̍̓͂̈̚̕͘͜͝͝ĩ̴͎̬͉̮̼̺͕͉̘̝̒̏͌̊̓̌̐́͋̈̾͗̉̎͐́̇̈́͒̇̀̑͋̐͘e̶̛̗͇̼͉̪̦̳̤̪̫̫͚͕̳͙̖̗̥̮̣̠̎̿͑̈́̿͐̔̃̿̐̒̉͊̓̾̎̈́͌̑̓͘v̵̨̨̧̢̺͕̮͈̟̙͍͈͎̬̰̜̺͚̪̣̯͉̙̙̲̰̫̠̿̂̂̅͛̄̓́̐̿̃̐̏͂̅͋̊̈́̚e̶̢̧̨̡̛̫̳͓̤̬̱̙̥̱̮̫̜̠̩͎̖̲̘̖̥͙̬̟̝͌̄͂̂͗͛̾̃͐̅͑̐͘͜͝͝,̴̢̨͇͓͉̹̞̗̭̝̈́̓̾̽͐̐̓͂̔͐͋ͅ ̷̝͎͚̞͙̳͔̞́͒̊͌͠i̷̡̙͍͉͔̳͕͙̦͓̞̟̮͗̋̐̑̔̓̀̀̃̃͒̊̐̂̏̆̎̍̋͐̓͒̇͂͐͠ͅn̷̨̧̛̛̖͔͇̱͍͎͎̩̲̣̗͍̲͎̉͗̓͛͌̐̀́́̂̋̂̉͗́̄̌̄̅̽̂̎̔͘̚ͅ ̶̲͓̝͖̮̼̓̿̈̀͋̌̓̈́́́̊͒̑́͌͜͠͝͝ͅd̴̯̱̙̞̠̺͎̄̉̌͝ͅȩ̷̢̦̝̥̝̰͚̜͉͗͆̒̃̿̇̏̊́̋͠͠͠ș̡̠͔͖̪̞͚̻͔͚͇̪̗̳͔̘̩͚̱̙ẗ̶̡̨̙͓̝̼̭̖͇̣̞̳͓̤͓̟͔̹̞͓́̓͑́̑́̓̃͜ͅǐ̢̦̥̗͈̣̼̝̘͚̞̥̭̼̙̦̬̞̾̄͗̐͆͋̏́̋͋͆́͋̂͋̓̍ņ̵̡̧̙̬͚̙̻̯̲͕̞̥̦̲̮͍͔̜̣̟̍͗̉́͂̊̽͊̀͐̉́̈́̿͘͘ỵ̺̘̣̤̼̱͈͉̝̲̱̗̺͔̬̱͙͎͙?̴̨̬̼̲̹̳̦̭̟͕̹̬̺̻̬̻͉̹̿̈́̏̕ͅ"̨̢̡̢̬͖̭̼̱͉̩̟̞͙̖̣͕͎̺̟̱͚́̄̐̈̍̑̓̍̕͜ͅͅ The creature asked.

Neither Suzie or Schmidt said a word. Rather they stared at it for a few moments before it made the first move. It swings its hand at the two. Both barely had time to duck as the blacken hand swings at the two. Schmidt reaches for his gun before realizing it wasn't there. He must have dropped it when Pyrrha was carrying him. He looked around for something other than his knife to use when he spotted Pyrrha's spear. Every weapon here in this crazy place can transform into a gun. So why not hers? He quickly got to his feet only to fall back down again as the entire tower shakes violently. The tower must be falling apart, because it was now starting to lean one direction. Debris and furniture that was scattered about had begun to slide toward the edge. A few pieces nearly sent Schmidt flying off, while Suzie had to dodge a desk that nearly took her head off. The woman who ever, didn't had the fortune and went flying off. Problem seemed to have resolve itself, however a new problem appeared. The door, there escape from this hell, was sliding down.

Suzie quickly reacted by going for the door. She had just grabbed the side while her foot was pressed against the side to support, the door and herself. As she held on for dear life, she got the chance to see what had caused the tower to violently shift. It seemed those monstrous students were climbing the tower. This was enough to shift the weight and cause the entire tower to slowly collapse. Looking down, if the fall doesn't kill them. Then those monsters climbing it will. So, acting quickly and carefully, she begins to open the door and sure enough, on the other side was the hallway. She turned to signal for Schmidt who was using his knife to keep himself from falling. He looked down to see that she had gotten the door open and was calling out for him. However, upon calling out, the tower finally lost all support and began to descend downwards. Suzie was tossed into the hallway while Schmidt and the door fell from the tower.

Schmidt screamed as he fell to ground far below. During the midst of the fall, he noticed the door and tried to aim himself towards it. After a few attempts he was just hovering over the door with Suzie sticking her hand out to grab him. He was just about to grab her hand when a sudden claw wrapped around his leg. In a shout of agonizing pain, he looked down to see what was causing this intense amount of pain. Sure, enough that monstrous girl's arm was wrapped around his leg. Didn't help that her monstrous claws were dug deep into his leg but the fact that it caught on fire made it all the worst. She began climbing up him, eventually meeting him face to face. She lets a horrific screech, with her jaw opened wide enough to nearly swallow his entire head. But in a fit of desperation or spite Schmidt head butts the girl, giving him time to grab his trench knife and shove it into the girl's neck. It easily went thought the monstrous side, but the human side had difficulty. Regardless he had pierced her throat, giving him enough time to kick the girl off him. Suzie pulls him inside just before the door hits the ground.

The door slams shut, with a loud thud as Schmidt goes flying down the hallway before crashing to the ground with a role. Suzie, suffering from the shock of what she had witnessed held the door handle close for a minute. She would have probably held it a minute longer if the handle didn't feel extremely hot. She quickly retracted her hand and looked at the door to see it slowly burning away to ash. As the door turn to ash, she couldn't help but notice the numbers that was on the door, slowly melted away revealing a hard to read description underneath.

18-23-2-25

Ṙ̶̺̗̣̥͔̯͉̬̪̞̺͎̪͕̌̈̇͆̿͐͊̂̕-̶̨̡̼̗̠̰̩̝̝͈͍͔̺͉͙̬̘̠̬͔́̑̂́̑̓̏̿̊̍̈̊̈́̐̔̍̂͘Ẃ̷̪͉̪̪͇̲̘̮̈́̈́̊̽́̅͋̈́̃̕̚͝ͅ-̷̛͖̲͎͎̐̑͌͊̆̈́͑̌̓͐̑̊́̂̀͊̃͐̎̀́͝B̶̨̧̰̫͖͓̙͚̫̹͚̭̤̘̠̙̋̿̀͒̿͗͑̅̂̏͐̌̄̀̉̚̕͘͝ͅ-̴̢͎͇̯͎̩̹̳͔̭̬̞͓̥̤̂̌̉̿͗̎̄̓͂̀̋͆͂̀̎̐͆̚͜Ỳ̛̖̬̖̿̏̋̍̐́̀̀̊̈̓̈́̐̿̕͠͝

"Jesus… the hell kind of Nightmare was that?" Suzie asked herself as the door fell to the ground. After a second she then realizes something.

This isn't just a Nightmarish experience. It was an actual nightmare. She quickly raced to Schmidt who was looking over himself. He was covered in a multitude of cuts and stab wounds, but after picking himself, all he had were torn bloody clothes with no other injuries visible.

"Hey, Jacob. I got it. I finally figured this horror show out!" Suzie shouted in a mad moment of clarity as she raced up to him.

"Umm, and what would that be?" Schmidt asked as he removed his torn vest and removed the halved tie from his neck.

"We are in a nightmare." Suzie states gaining a dirty look from Schmidt.

"Really? And here I thought we were circus." Schmidt stated rhetorically.

"No, I mean an actual nightmare you fool." Suzie snapped before slapping Schmidt over the head. "I mean think about it. Ever room here is depicting some kind of nightmare."

"So, what we just experience and nearly died from. Was someone's nightmare? Huh, who's twisted mind did we walk through?" Schmidt asked. He is having a hard time believing that this place is a realm of nightmares, but at this point he is open to anything.

"No idea, but maybe these numbers will mean something. We just got to be careful which one we enter." Suzie explains.

"Alright, but that still leaves one question. How the hell, do we find Yang." Schmidt asked with his mind turning back to the sole reason he went through that hell.

"We're in a dream, right? Maybe you can think of one and it appears." Suzie suggested with a shrug.

"… Seriously?" Schmidt asked as he crossed his arms.

"Well what else can I suggest? Far as I'm concern, were trap here forever. Unless someone would guide us out of here." Suzie said before turning around… coming face to face with a pale face of Pyrrha.

She was now transparent, with a long red dress that didn't touch the ground as she floats. Before Suzie can even retract to the sigh of this ghostly aeration, Pyrrha's jaw unhinges and a banshee scream transpire. The scream sent Suzie flying back in terror at the sight.

She leapt back into Schmidt's hands. As she nearly pisses herself in shock, Schmidt tried to let her go but found difficult seeing she has wrapped her hands around his neck. Pyrrha's jaw slowly returned to normal. Once done the ghostly apparition just hovered there. It took Schmidt a few moments to find the nerve to ask.

"… Where, is Yang?" Schmidt asked the ghost.

The ghost of Pyrrha remained quiet. After a few moments however, it began floating towards them. Suzie panicked and held on tightly to Schmidt. She had enough of this hallway of nightmares. Schmidt simply watches as Pyrrha's ghost floated past them and down the hallway before stopping five rooms away. With a thin finger she points to a room. Schmidt finally getting Suzie off him, drops her before walking to the door she pointed to. A room marked 1918. It was tarnished in mud, and somewhat burnt. There was an aroma of some sort emulating from beyond the door. A smell Schmidt was all to familiar with. He turned to the ghostly apparition before giving a polite nod. The ghostly apparition returned it before hovering away. Down the dark hall, disappearing from sight. Once gone, Schmidt was just about to enter when Suzie stopped him

"Wait, we don't know what's beyond that door." Suzie said as she grabs his arm, preventing him from twisting the knob. "For all we could know it's a gateway to hell, or another hoard of undead freaks. We can't just go into some strangers room without thinking of a proper way to…"

Before Suzie could finish. Schmidt interrupted her without looking away from the door. "Suzie… this's my room."

Suzie remained quiet for a few moments before looking at the door. With a small and nervous sigh, she backed away and allowed Schmidt to open the door. Creaking open, the two found themselves in a burnt-out apartment. The place was in ruins, like it had survived a fire of some kind. At the center of the room was a noose, with a chair under it. Standing on the chair with noose just put around her neck was Yang.

"YANG!" Schmidt shouted as his eyes widen in horror. Yang didn't hear him as she pushed the chair back and forth. It finally goes and Yang was about to swing if not for Schmidt's quick timing. He grabbed her by the legs and lifted her up. As she struggles to breath, Schmidt called out to Suzie.

"Cut her down! For fuck sake cut her down!" Schmidt screamed as he held her up.

Suzie was hesitant. Not wanting to go through the door and find herself in another hells, she eventually found the nerve and quickly raced into the room. After finding a chair to prop open the door she raced over to help. Quickly grabbing the chair Yang had used to hang herself, she propped it up beside Schmidt. Suzie was much smaller than Schmidt and Yang but, on her toes, she could reach up there using the chair as a stool. Schmidt quickly handed her his knife and she began to cut her down. After a few intense moments Yang fell to the ground, coughing, and wheezing as she struggles to find her breath.

"Jesus Fucking Christ on a crutch kid. The hell you think you were doing!?" Schmidt snapped at Yang as she struggled to find her voice. "First, I turn my back on you and you disappeared in this hallway of illusions, then I had to run around like a god damn headless chicken just so I can find you, after getting my ass handed to me by an undying devil boy, his flaming succubus harpy of a girlfriend, an unlimited supply of roaming ghoulish school children, metallic automatons, and black fairytale monsters. I find you here. About to ice yourself!? The fuck is wrong with you!?"

"(Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough) I… I… I'm… sorry." Yang struggled to say as her voice final came back to her. After a few seconds, Schmidt lets out a small sigh before grabbing her hand.

"(Sigh) Don't ever do that… ever again." Schmidt said as he helped her to her feet.

Yang gave him a hesitant nod; however, she couldn't exactly recall why she tried to hang herself only moments ago. All she can recall was the constant memories of the trenches, and the monsters that filled them. She was the first to leave the room, followed by Suzie. But before she leaves, she turns to Schmidt.

"So… your nightmare. Is killing yourself? Tsk, for a big bad and scary Mobster. That is possible the most ironic fear for a criminal of your body count." Suzie remarks before leaving the room. Schmidt rolled his eyes before following after her.

Before he left the room however his eyes catches something against the wall. The shadow of a noose can be seen clearly upon the wall. However, it is no longer unoccupied. Simply, it is occupied by a person with a very young girl's appearance. As she swings silently with her shadow reflecting. Schmidt stared on. Not bothering to look behind him. He knew very well who was behind him. After staring for a few moments, Schmidt couldn't help but hear Suzie's comment ringing in his head.

"You know nothing about me. Nothing at all." Schmidt said as he exits the room, closing the door behind him.

After closing the door, the door begins to petrify before slowly becoming ash that silently floated away. Schmidt kept a silent eye on her. Suzie testing her dream theory had looked over Yang. Sure, enough the strange injuries on her arms, legs, and neck begin to disappear. Like it never happened, just one bad dream. Unbeknown to the two, her breathing slowly returned to normal before her minor exposer of mustard gas. As the bruises and cuts miraculously disappear from her body as if it didn't happen. As the wounds healed. A question was busying in the three's heads, yet none of them wanted to answer. After a few moments Suzie finally speaks up.

"So… what now?" Suzie asked as Schmidt pulls a smoke from his pocket.

"Now?" Schmidt said before pausing. Yang walked over and with her finger tips lights the cigarette. He takes a drag before replying in an exhale of smoke. "Now, we find Jack."

"Seriously? Find Mr. Fulton? … You really serious?" Suzie said with an annoyed twitch in her eye.

"Yes. I ain't leaving here till were done." Schmidt said before taking another drag, as he exhales Suzie eye begins to twitch faster before finally, she snaps.

"Are you kidding me! You want to roam these halls for all of eternity just to find some low life thief!?" Suzie snapped as she swats away the cigarette in his lip. "We need to find a way out of here. Bastard could be dead already. If not drove crazy. Something that might happened to us if we don't find a way out of here."

"Uh huh, lady. Do whatever you want. We still got a job to do." Schmidt said ignoring her panic by side stepping her and walking over to the cigar on the ground.

Much to Suzie's annoyance she quickly raced in front of Schmidt. Holding out her hand and began ranting in a near craze tone. "Did you not hear me! We need to leave this place, then burn this mad house to the ground. Even if you don't agree with me, if this place burns down then I'm sure that thief will die in the fire if he isn't already dead. If you go looking for him, it could take days, weeks, hours, maybe… ("Hey I found his room!")

The two looked over. It seems that this endless hallway has an end after all. A pair of rickety old stairs, leading up to a shabby door. Nothing like the other doors. On it, was the number four. The fourth room. The room that Jack Fulton was hiding in. As Suzie begins cursing up a storm about this place, Schmidt walked towards the door. Going up a flight of stairs and was about to enter when he remembered that all he has, is his knife. Not wanting to take any unnecessary risks he turned to Yang.

"Hey, do you still have your piece? I lost mine." Schmidt asked.

Yang gives a nod before handing him her A.E.L. After checking to see if one was in the chamber, the two got ready to burst in before Schmidt kicked down the door. The two raced in to find a mostly empty room. A standard L room set up, with furniture tossed around like something had come in. To the right was a closet door, covered in pools of blood. To the left was an overturn table in a kitchen area. All around the ground was scattered papers with different symbols hand drawn in them. Along with the scattered papers was a fire axe. On the ground, covered in something… slimy. At the end of the hallway was two doors. However, upon closer inspection, it seemed the floor and the wall are touching each other. Not in the sense that it curved up but that the wall and floor had come down at an unnatural angle.

As they entered, weapons at the ready as they slowly entered. As the two slowly made their way down the hall, Suzie walked in last. Closing the door behind her she noticed something the two had missed. Two shadows, burned into the wall and floor by the door. It took her eyes a moment to recognize the two human shapes but when she did, she was completely horrified. Taking a step back with her hand covering her mouth, she took one step back only to hear the crunching noise bellow. Looking down she sees she's standing one of the papers scattered about the kitchen. Curiosity catches her mind and she leans down to pick it up. Taking a quick look at it, it looked like some kind of mathematical formula, and symbols that look Latin or something. It… It was rather difficult to explain. She begins collecting the papers, Schmidt and Yang had made it down the short hall, with unsettling noise drawing their attention.

It sounds like a faint pair of drums and flutes were playing in the background. The noise started out faint, but as they got closer to the door. The louder and louder the noises got. It was not pleasant noise. Specially those flute noises. As difficult as it was to explain, they moved to the right door. As they got closer, every inch, every mussel, every hair on there entire body was screaming for them not to open the door. Don't open the door if they value their lives and sanity. Yet they persisted, Schmidt's shaking hand faintly touched the door, when a sudden scream can be heard behind them. Bursting out of the bathroom behind them was a sad shape of a man. Covered in multiple cuts, torn clothes, and overgrown hair, finger and toenails, with a mad with fright look in his eyes.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD DON'T DO IT!" The man screamed as he blocks the door with his body. The two were just about to open fire, but hesitated by his terrified expression.

He was rather difficult to identify but they noticed something off about the man. In his blood covered hands was a stone knife of native American origin. In the other was a scroll of sorts. Blood dripped out of his wrist, both having deep cuts going up his arm. Normally when someone cuts something like that, they should drop dead after a few moments. Yet by the way he moves he moved about as if it were a mere paper cut. After a few moments, Yang spoke.

"You Sticky Jack?" Yang asked as she flex her fingers. Waiting for an answer. She got one, but not one that she'd expect.

"… Heh, heh, heh, HA HAHA HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The man laughed madly before falling to his knees. He continues to laugh crazily before tears of insanity falls down his face. "Heh, heh. Man, I never thought I'd be happy to McMurtry's goons. Heh, even if you don't look Irish. Heh, Heh, heh. But yes I am. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, now make it quick."

"… What?" Schmidt asked with a perplex look on his face. He has never seen a man so happy to die. Most would scream, beg, curse, or stare him down. So, having a guy so happy to die, it put him off.

"Didn't you hear me? Let me make it simple. You take this, and put it right here." The man now confirmed as Sticky Jack Fulton said as he grabbed Schmidt's gun and pointed at his own head. Right between the eyes. "And now all you have to do is pop me. Right there."

"Stop!" Schmidt snapped as he pulled the gun away. "This is… just wrong."

"What? Didn't you killers always say you make it quick if the target surrenders?" Jack asked with a twist of his head.

"Yeah, well they never had to chase you down through a hallway of insanity." Yang retorts.

"Well, let me make it easier you bitch whore. Kill me. Right here right now. Don't want to embarrass your sugar daddy that you brought alon… BANG!" Before Jack could finish, Yang punched him right in the head, sending grey matter pieces of his skull, and reverted eye out the side of his skull. Much to Schmidt's Shock.

"The hell kid!" Schmidt shouts as he wiped away the blood splatter from his face.

"What? He was asking for it… literally." Yang replies as a shotgun shell ejects from her wrist gauntlet.

"Yeah, and why is that? This place is a mad house as it is. For all we know is that we gave him an escape." Schmidt reasons, while honestly, he didn't want her to go any deeper then where she was now. As the two argue over this, they failed to take notice that Jack didn't die, in fact he slowly got up with a rather big hole in his cranium. Turning around he gave a small painful groan gaining the two's attention.

"… (Sigh) well… that didn't work." Jack remarks earning a small yelp in fear from the two. Along with a few dozen bullets and shells through his chest.

"BANG, BANG AHHHHHHHHHH BANG, BANG STOP BANG, BANG JUST BANG, BANG STOP BANG, BANG FOR BANG, BANG THE BANG, BANG LOVE BANG, BANG OF BANG, BANG CHRIST BANG, BANG WILL BANG, BANG YOU BANG, BANG TWO BANG, BANG STOP! BANG, BANG" Jack screamed as his entire chest was littered in holes to the point that his internal organs begin to fall out of his body.

"WHY BANG, BANG DON'T BANG, BANG YOU BANG, BANG FUCKIN BANG, BANG DIE!" Schmidt shouted as he kept on firing till the entire clip ran dry.

"That's what I was hoping for. I want to die but some cruel god won't let me." Jack explains as he tried in vain to prevent his kidneys from falling to the ground.

"Sadly, it's your own doing Mr. Fulton." A new but familiar voice called out from the side.

The three looked over and right there, was none other then Mr. Smith and a few of his followers. While wasting ammo on Jack, Mr. Smith walked on in, covered in blood, missing his preacher hat, and half mad from the horrific experiences he had witnessed. His followers now the same, holding Suzie hostage with a fire axe one had retrieved from the kitchen. The others were armed with their own blades, while three were holding small 32. revolvers. All three pointed at them. Mr. Smith takes a few steps forward before noticing Yang's arm.

With a smile he pointed and remarked. "See that my fellow seekers of hope. Soulless Automatons. That is what she is. No soul to call her own. You can see it upon her arm. Thus why these heavens are here. They have no soul, and without the holy words upon the scroll, they wish to make us that. Soulless automatons of despair."

"So say's the crazy preacher. Why don't you leave now before I leave you here with two broken legs!" Yang threatens as she cracks her real hand. In response, Mr. Smith pulled a colt 1903 and shot a round into her head.

"Silence you soulless harlot!" Smith snapped in a craze fit of rage. Schmidt was about to take a step towards her when another shot at Schmidt's foot. It missed by an inch but that was the point. "And you! Take a step towards me or her we will burn what's left of you upon the flame of hope!"

Schmidt gave a low growl but notices in the corner of his eye that Yang was breathing. Seems that whatever is protecting her, is still there. He takes a deep breath before raising his hands, faking a surrender.

"So… I guess you're the one to hire Jack here." Schmidt said as he takes small steps backwards

"Yeah, suppose so. Course he wasn't supposed to read these holy words out loud. Words of power work best when they are said aloud." Smith said as he looked over at Jack. "Now look at you. A conduit, acting as an anchored to the realm of the flame, and ours. If you had been quiet then none of this needless death would be needed. Heh, you would have been just another name in the obituary. A hopeless thief of grandeur, found dead in his own apartment for dreaming too big."

"Ugh, you son of b… BANG." Before Jack could finish his words, a bullet struck him through the neck, sending him to ground in agony.

"Oh relax Jack. Once's I'm done. You shall be released from this heavenly blessing… that has wrongfully been misplaced upon an impure soul." Smith said with a disgusted look on his face as he looks down at Jack's horribly mutilated body. He then looked up to see Schmidt had slowly walked back to the end of the hall. He quickly pointed his gun at him before remarking. "Ah, where do you think you're going? Mr. Tiber. Would you kindly bring Mr. Sullivan, if that's your real name, on over here."

Upon his command, one of his followers moved towards Schmidt with his 38 trained on him. Getting closer and closer, Schmidt waited patiently. His head was nearly about to burst as the beat of his heart was overshadowed by the flutes coming from the other side of the door. He was just a few feet away before Schmidt quickly grabbed the door handle and swinged the door open wide. A gunshot goes off but the door shielded Schmidt. What was on the other side… was something… indescribable. Schmidt, and the rest didn't see directly what was there, but the poor bastard who was looking. He got a full sight of what was beyond that door. His screams were covered by the blasting music of distorted flutes and drums. After a few painful seconds Schmidt slammed the door shut before charging the cultist.

He didn't put up much of a struggle. Whatever was on the other side was so horrifying, his eyes literally popped inside his skull. Quickly grabbing him by his waist, Schmidt turned him around while grabbing the 38. The cultist ended up being a human shield as the rest in a panic opened fire upon them. Schmidt continued to use him before tossing him at Smith. He then unloaded every last shot. First one hit right between the eyes of the one holding Suzie as a hostage, second through fourth injured the cultist while the fifth shot ended in a miss fire thanks in part to a brute of a man pushing Schmidt to the side. As Schmidt and Suzie begins brawling, the group failed to noticed the door. It was closed all the way, and the horrors inside had begun to pour out into room. The walls begin to crack, with an ungodly light. The more time the two fought the more those cracks begin to grow, and the damage to the room become more present.

This of course was noticed by Smith as he pushed the corpse aside. Upon realizing that he quickly raced over to stop the spread of madness, but before he could a hand wrapped around his leg. Looking down was a still alive jack. Gurgling up blood but refusing to let go. In a fit of rage, Smith kicks him in the side of the head screaming for him to let go.

"Get off me! Your soul is tainted and you are unworthy vessel!" Smith shouted as he cracks him over the head with his foot.

Finally getting him off he turns around only to be suckered punch by Yang. Much to the cultist and Jack's surprise, she was still very much alive. She got on top of Smith and was about to deliver double buck shot from her left fist when the entire room began to violently shake. The floor, walls, and ceiling began to crack and crumble with that light pouring in. Then suddenly, it scattered like it was torn paper in the wind. Yang was nearly taken with it if Suzie didn't grab her foot at the last second.

"What the hell is going on!" Suzie shrieked in horror that was in front of her.

They seem to find themselves in the outer reaches of space. Flying or floating around them was these horrible looking creatures. All in the shape of these octopuses or squids, made from the most repulsive slime and tendrils she had ever seen. They all played flutes or drums, music that unsettled the most harden of nerves. However, despite the disturbing creatures of unreal nature around them, she dared not look straight ahead. There was something… breathing a few hundred miles away. But the sheer size of it was immensive and if a mere glance drove that one cultist mad, she didn't dare look directly at it. Yang sadly got a quick glimpse of it. The size was incomprehensible. What it looked like could not be described. Cosmic gases, mangled mouths filled with uneven and different types of teeth. Tendrils and slimy bubbles covered miles of it's body. And those eyes. Millions of sky-scraping eyes covered its body. Just the mere sight of it shook Yang to her core. Her entire life, flashed before her eyes. In this moment of temporary clarity, her memories begin flooding her mind, her life both before and after New Orleans. The shock of it all fried Yang's mind, rendering her unconscious.

As Suzie struggled to pull the unconscious Yang away from the void, Schmidt ignored the unimagine sight. Not through will power or focusing on his attackers, but with his own brand of insanity. During the midst of the brawl, the cultist flash from civilian clothes to Imperial German soldiers' uniforms. Before long he found himself back in the trenches. He fought vigorously in the mad state, gutting, punching, slashing, bruising, the brutality of his strikes easily overpowered the cultist who struggled to fight with the waling music of the abominations floating about. In a mad fit of anger, he failed to recognize mutilated Jack, when he grabbed his shoulder. Schmidt's war time instincts kicked in and he quickly grabbed the nearest thing in front of him. That was the fire axe from the ground before swinging it with a smooth twist. He stood there, staring at Jack who Schmidt hallucinated in a Doughboy uniform stared at him. His eyes begin to roll back before the final words poured out from his mouth.

"Thank… you…" Jack said before his head falls from his neck.

Schmidt stood there for a few moments. Looking down at the corpse for a few moments. Seems decapitation finally ended poor old jack. Course to Schmidt, he just killed a fellow soldier. He looked at his hands, noticing the blood that stained it. Feeling the blood on his hands, and the music. Over There. Over There. Send the Word, Over There. As the music over powered his senses, he snapped out of his shell shock when hearing his name repeatedly.

"SCHMIDT! Schmidt!" Suzie screamed from the side.

Schmidt looked over to see Suzie struggling to pull Yang out of the room. It took him a moment to realize what was going on. After decapitating Jack, the room had begun to fall apart at a rapid pace. Seems his life was keeping this place from collapsing. Now dead, there is nothing from tearing this plane of existence apart. Realizing the danger he was in, and horror that is before him; Schmidt quickly grabbed the scroll and stone knife from the Jack's corpse before racing out of there. But before he could, something grabbed his leg, tripping him just in front of the door. Looking back, it was Smith. One of his eyes was split from Schmidt's knife, his leg was busted to hell, and the mad look in his one good eye much more prevalent in it.

"Oh no you don't. You heaven, you hopeless heaven of the darkness!" Smith crazily spat out as he pulled Schmidt away from the door to the void. "You who ruined everything, you and your automatons whore of a dau…"

Before he could finish, Schmidt had turned around and gave him a swift kick to his face, screaming in rage, "Oh will you shut it!"

With that one swift kick, Smith was sent flying back into the void. There, he will stare into the face of his god. Without a doubt, driven mad of the sight. Doomed for eternity to dance till the end of time in the court of Azathoth. Schmidt, was lucky and managed to be pulled in by Suzie before the room was sucked away. Once inside Suzie slammed to the door shut before the three fell down the stairs. Nothing broke, but the pain left them groaning in pain. The door like all the others, begin to crumble before turning to ash, leaving a staircase to nowhere.

"… Well… that's that." Suzie remarks sarcastically… before Yang awakes from her unconscious state in a cold sweat. Giving one last scare to the two.

"GASP… huff, huff, her… her… eyes… they… how… could I have…" Yang rambled in a mutter as she tried to correlate the horror she had witnessed.

As she shook in fear Schmidt calmed her down by lowering himself to her. Giving her a pat on the shoulder to get her attention, he gave a calm nod to her. He then stands up before giving her a hand. She slowly took it, helped up by Schmidt before taking a moment to breath. As she does, the entire hallway begins to crack and shift before collapsing in on itself. Both horizontally and vertically.

"We need to get out of here!" Schmidt shouted before pushing Yang ahead of him.

"Oh, now you want to leave!" Suzie snapped as she raced ahead of Schmidt.

The three quickly raced through the hallway. The natural lights or whatever green hue that lit the halls slowly begin to dim, one by one. The walls were closing in and the ceiling begin to force them to slowly begin to crouch down. The hallway while it seemed endless, however up ahead was a split in hall. While the hallway may be slowly crushing them, this new hallway was the only one that wasn't slowly enclosing. Quickly racing to the side, Yang quickly crawled out of the from under the crushing celling, followed by Suzie, then Schmidt who was nearly crushed under the ceiling. The hallway they found themselves in was familiarly similar to the one they found themselves in. However, unlike the last one, this one had an ending. At the far end of the hallway was a flight of stairs, similar to the one that they entered through. Hope fostered among them at the sight of these dingy run-down stairs. Schmidt took the first step forward when something burst through the floor.

Long arms wrapped around his body, before anyone could do a thing he was pulled down through the floorboards, only Yang screamed out to him as he falls a few floors before slapping hard against a thick puddle mud. The fall did nothing more then knocked the wind out of him. As he struggles to his feet, he noticed right away where he is. Or something similar to where he is. The trenches on the outskirts of the Argonne forest, during the Meuse-Argonne offensive. Though it was much more different than he remembered. The side of the trenches looked like the hallway walls, the mud was soaked up by the cheap carpet, and the sky was too dark to be this bright. No star's in the sky yet the green hue lit the place up well enough to see around him. As he tried to find his baring's, a loud thud behind him turns his attention around. Looking behind him, his eyes go wide in horror at the sight. A long slender like arm appeared from the other side of the trench. Emerging from a cloud of muster gas.

Schmidt takes a few steps back before thehorrific monster pulled itself over, revealing itself in all its horrific form. The same creature that chases Yang, now horribly disfigured by the mustard gas. The creature let's out one banshee like scream before giving chase after Schmidt. He ran like a bat out of hell as the creature gained on him. The mud slowing Schmidt down as it got closer and closer. Just before it could lung down on him, Schmidt jumped to the side into a connecting trench line just before it could. Resulting in it sliding against the mud as Schmidt struggled to his feet.

Without giving much thought Schmidt quickly race down the Trench as the creature struggled to pull itself up in the slippery mud. Schmidt made a mad dash down the trench, not daring to look back at the monster. After a few moments he came upon an intersection. Without thinking he turned left, only to come across another abomination. The devil boy who nearly offed him in that castle. Schmidt nearly loosed his head if he didn't slip on the mud. The monstrous kid swung it's claws at him, missing his head and getting its hands stuck in the trench wall. Not giving the creature a chance, Schmidt quickly raced down the other direction, only to come face to face with that fire girl from earlier. She looked like she had taken a horrible fall, but then again last he met her she did. Realizing that he was being cornered he took a few steps back the way he came when the loud thumping noise caused him to turn around. Barreling down the direction he came down was that abomination. He could only take a few steps back. Now where to go, nowhere to run. He was trapped with three horrific monsters that quickly raced forward to pounce on their corner pray.

Schmidt used this to his advantage. He managed to evade all three by leaping to the right corner just as they pounced towards him. The three monstrosities collided into one another in their attempt to kill their prey. As Schmidt slowly picks himself up, he turned to his pursuers. Something he regrated doing. Instead of getting off each other, they struggled to even stand. Before suddenly molding together like clay. Forming a horrific an amalgamation of the three monstrosities that wigged and wormed its way to its feet. The sight of this monster was horrific in every sense of the word. No word could describe the cruelty of any god who would willed this abomination into being.

"Dear god." Schmidt remarks in shock at the absolute horror that withered before him. He was suddenly pulled from his shock upon hearing his name. Looking over from the direction that flame monster girl came from. There he can see a door to the outside world. On the other end is Yang, holding the door.

"Schmidt! Come on! Get out of there!" Yang called out to him.

It took Schmidt a moment to process it, before a loud mix scream sent him running as fast as his feet can carry him. The world grew darker as the formless abomination chases after him. The place soon begins to darken quickly, the only light was coming in from the early morning sun on the other side of the door. Schmidt almost reached to the door when suddenly the floor gave out beneath him and the monster. He found himself at an angle, sliding down into the white void bellow. The creature's mass and weight caused the fragile floor to bend more and more down. Schmidt struggled to stop himself from sliding, but the slick mud along with the angle made it nearly impossible to do so. Even with his knife he could do very little to stop himself from sliding.

The creature with its multiple mouths realized this and focused all its weight on the edge to the oblivion and open one it's mouths wide open. For added measure one of the wailing tendril of flesh and steal wrapped around Schmidt's leg. It pulled Schmidt down towards it, acting quick Schmidt turned and begin slashing madly at the tendril with his knife. It wouldn't give, no matter how deep he would cut. Eventually Schmidt finally managed to find his footing and successfully removed the tendril. Just as he does, the creature lunges towards him. He was close enough to rip him in half from the waist down. As it lunges, the world slowed down for Schmidt. The abomination closing in, clothes covered in mud. Horror in his eye and presumably on Yang's. A raven flying out of the void past him… wait what?

Before Schmidt could even question what in the hell a raven was doing down there, he felt a tug on the back of his shirt collar. The creature just missed his leg, but got something neither of them expected. On long red sword. Right in between one of its eyes. The creature let's out a painful cry Schmidt got a look behind him. What saved his sorry ass. To his surprise, it was a woman he never met before. She was dressed in a strange attire. Low skirt, long leggings, red bathrobe shirt? He wasn't sure what the hell it is but that didn't catch his attention. What did was her face. Behind that long ebony hair was a pale face with crimson eyes. That face, it was indistinguishably familiar. It was exactly like Yang's.

Before he could even process this, the woman tossed him with amazing strength out the door, crashing into Yang and Suzie who was watching from bellow. As they rolled out into the empty streets of Arkham. The door being held by Yang suddenly slams shut before the entire building crumbled up like paper in one's own fist. The three looks on at the remains of the building, a black smoke with faces of multiple horrifying faces appearing in it for the brief moment before disappearing into the early morning sky. None of the said a thing. They just sat there on the dirty streets, looking at the old house. After a full minute, Suzie finally speaks.

"… Damn… I forgot to take a picture." Suzie remarks in a semi sulking tone.

Silence ensued shortly after before a small chuckle can be heard. Suzie turned her head. To her honest surprise, it was Schmidt who was chuckling to himself. That small chuckle turned to an honest to god laugh. Though while on the premise of honesty, it was creepy. Not once, in the past day had she seen him smile, let alone laugh. She didn't like it, at all.

"Heh, heh, heh… heh. Doubt that will sell. Then again, be a crazy news day if you did." Schmidt remarks as he leans back.

"Hardy har har." Suzie remarks sarcastically. As she rolled her eyes she continued. "I'll have you know, that this story would have changed the world. Could be the story of the century, maybe even two. (Sigh) but without evidence, and I doubt you will comment on it. I'll be the laughing stock if I try to push it."

"Eh, probably." Schmidt remarks as he pats himself down, making sure that not only he had the items McMurtry demanded, but also his pack of smokes. As he looks for his smokes, he then remarks about the woman. "Say, did you two see that woman? The one who pulled my ass from the fire?"

"Um, not really. Was a little afraid to look back after everything we went through." Suzie remarks.

"Well, she was a strange one. Wearing, something more revealing than the girls at a local cat house." Schmidt remarks as he pulled out a cigarette box and a few matches. "Strangest thing. She looked almost like you Yang. She your mother or something?"

The comment was meant to be sarcastically, but Yang without batting an eye remarks. "Doubt she's my real mother."

"Well, she did have your face kid. So it's likely to be related." Schmidt rebuttal as he pulls out his last cigarette, as he struggles to get the match to light Yang soon remarked.

"No, she isn't my mother… she didn't have silver eyes." Yang remarks causing the two to stop and look at her. Yang knew they were staring. Probably wondering if her memory came back to her. It didn't, but she does recall something. In that quick moment of seeing that… thing. She recalled one memory, one that she is clinging to with great detail.

"I… I can remember. My mother. Black hair, red highlights, adorn in a white cloak. Her eyes, they were pure silver." Yang remarks as she recalls a white void. Underneath an old fall tree, was the woman she described. She gave this friendly smile as the leaves blow steadily away. Before she could move towards her, another figure ran up to her. A little girl, in a red hoodie. Yang continued with her remark. "But there's something else. Another girl. Much younger than me… I think… I have a sister."

Schmidt and Suzie looked at Yang for a few moments before turning to each other. After a few seconds, Suzie quickly pulled out her note pad and pencil and begin writing what Yang said while Schmidt turned back to house as he lights the match. The view darkens around Schmidt and Yang as he takes a drag from his cigarette. The last thing seen before the view finally darkens is the smoke from cigarette rising.

Play 'Feet Off the Ground' by Cut Capers

Secret summer escapades
From dusk to dawn unplanned
Nighttime lovers serenade
Each other on the Grand
I can feel it in the air
Magical and sweet
Drinks will flow, no one knows
Who they'll meet

The view opens on a colorful silhouette film, background a sangria and the characters a mixture of white black with the exception of Yangs arm and hair being bright golden blonde. Schmidt and Yang were tossed out the back of a truck before driving away. As the first trumpet comes to an end, the two pick themselves up before walking away as they dust themselves off.

I'm keeping my feet off the ground
Believing there's more to astound
I'm stealing the sights and the sounds
Yeah

As they walked away Yang grabbed a newspaper. Looking down at it, causes the view to change. A silhouette of a bar above and the newspaper bellow. In the newspaper readers can see two pictures. One of Yang and the other an unknown person. It reads;

(Alice Terry as Yang Xia Long)

*Trumpet solo

As the view focuses on the on this, the view see's the two walking into the speak easy on the northside of town. The two entering the bar before ordering a drink. As they talk the view shows one of Smiths goons paying the 'Possum' while pointing to Schmidt.

Twisting through the cobbled streets
Where old and new collide
Bridges arch the waterways
That run and intertwine
Sun illuminates the scene
People smile and grin
Tipsy nights, heat ignites
The wild within

After Schmidt got his information he and Yang tried to walk out of the bar when the Possum jumped the two, first acting drunk as he approaches Schmidt. Grappling with him much to Schmidt's annoyance before pulling a gun. Yang spotted it and pushed it away, causing a large poof of smoke to appear. The blast had caused the Schmidt's silhouette to gain spinning twirls where his eyes are.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm keeping my feet off the ground

The view pulls into Schmidt's twirling eyes. Changing the silhouette scene of Schmidt in a bar to him falling. As he fell silhouettes of long since repressed memories came flooding by just as Schmidt wakes up from the insanity.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Believing there's more to astound

The view pulls back to reveal his silhouette standing among dead and unconscious bar patrons. Up above a broken light with words attached to it swings. The words saying;

(Buster Keaton as Jacob Schmidt)

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm stealing the sights and the sounds

After looking around at the mess. Schmidt's silhouette gives a sigh before the ground beneath him disappears, allowing him to fall into the abyss. As Schmidt falls scenes of previous ventures during the arc appear all around him. Ranging from the attempted kidnapping, to the brawl inside the mad house, to the hallway of insanity. Schmidt fell into the back of a car filled with cultist. They all give strange looks before on of shock. They then proceed to attack Schmidt, but before they could the car flipped over. Sending everyone flying out of the car.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Yeah

Some of the cultist lands in the water, others in the road, one right between a Jersey Barrier. Schmidt landed on the back on Yang's bike, who gave a simple week before driving away. The two drove away in a puff of smoke, before having the scene shifts to them walking through the hallway. As they walked on through, weapons at the ready, A door open in between the two, and out pours Suzie. The two pointed there guns at her but didn't shoot her. Rather she raised her hands in a surrender form all while words bellow her washed in with the water next to a mermaid corpse. The words saying;

(Janet Gaynor as Suzie Kempston)

*Trumpet solo

As the Trumpet solo ends, Suzie's silhouette points to down the hall. There a group of cultists appeared with their weapons at the ready. Schmidt turning to Yang before giving a nod. The two then turned their weapons on the cultist. Firing off multiple shots leaving a loud cloud of smoke that transformed the scene into multiple panels of the two fighting the cult. Ranging from gunning down, to bludgeoning them similar to an old-time cartoon. After a few fight scenes the scene changes to room four.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm keeping my feet off the ground

Inside the three silhouettes followed similar patterns followed in the chapter. Suzie inspecting the papers, Schmidt and Yang heading down the hall. As they walked closer to the door, vibrations can be seen in the silhouette. Vibrations of the most daunting flutes and drums.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Believing there's more to astound

They were just about to open the door when suddenly Jack came running out. In response the two silhouettes opened fire on him. The silhouettes showed multiple blood splatters and holes in Jack. Despite being blasted he didn't die.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm stealing the sights and the sounds

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Yeah

Before the two could even figure what was going on, the door burst open and in comes Smith with his goons. Yang is shot, and Schmidt is held at gun point. As Smith's silhouette makes a long and menacing speech, Schmidt takes a few steps back towards the door. Before Smith could realize it, Schmidt opened the door.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm keeping my feet off the ground

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Believing there's more to astound

What was on the other side was not shown beyond a few silhouettes of tentacles, lights, and slime. The sight caused one silhouette goon's eyes to burst, and the entire room to fall apart. Using this distraction, Suzie breaks free before bashing her camera against one cultist. Meanwhile Yang quickly got back up to her feet and tackled.

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
I'm stealing the sights and the sounds

Ohh Ohhh Ohhha
Yeah

As the three fought, the room begins to fall apart. Falling into the void of Azathoth's court. In the midst of the fight, Jack's head was decapitated, causing the entire plane of existence to fall apart. The three then quickly made there way to the door, but not before the silhouette of Smith grabbed ahold of Schmidt's foot. Struggling to get him off, Schmidt gave a few kicks. Sending his silhouette into the void.

*Trumpet solo

Schmidt was then pulled into the hallway. No sooner the entire place begin to collapse with them still inside. The three silhouettes quickly raced down the hallway as the entire place closed in on them. As they ran, the view changed to a front vision, to a back, and above. To make matters worse, a horrific silhouette of the monster gave chase after them.

You know I'm keeping my feet off the ground
Believing there's more to astound
I'm keeping my feet off the ground
Yeah

The final silhouette was of Schmidt, who was blocked from escaping. The floor caved in at an angle, with the horrific monster closing in. He crawled up as the ceiling got so close to the point of crushing him. He just managed to pull himself out when a sudden silhouette of a woman grabbed him and tossed him out the window just as the house collapses behind him. His silhouette flying into the screen was the last thing before the scene goes black.

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here.

Wow… that fucked up… but fun. So, Yang nearly hanged herself, Schmidt went crazy and killed a fellow soldier, and Suzie made the biggest mistake any reporter can do. Forget to take photo's. But I digress, not only did they escape but Yang managed to regain a memory. Not her birthday or girlfriend, god knows her time in Beacon or the hell an aura is. But her family. Least her step mom's face, and her baby sister. So, yay, memories… but at what cost? Heh now, I had all this pre written weeks ago, but reading your comments from the last one. That got a laugh out of me. What they had witnessed, isn't them in the past or the future. Rather them diving deep into one's own Psychology. There nightmares cranked up to eleven and half… Well except for room ᛞᚨᛜᚷᛖᚱ ᚹᛟᛗᚨᚾ. That was a way out for those stuck in what use to be remnant. Course why was Salem getting dress at that time is beyond me. Now then, onto questions and comments.

From Enigma42: You'll know soon enough. Heh, As for the army of evil within zombies I just have this to say; "Osowiec then and again, Attack of the dead, hundred men, Facing the lead, once again, Hundred men, Charge again, Die again (And that's when the dead men are marching again) Osowiec then and again, Attack of the dead, hundred men, Facing the lead once again, Hundred men, Charge again, Die again!"

Thanks for writing Enigma42.

From Black cross0:

They didn't go back in time. Just deep into there disturbed minds. Still, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, but the year is still young. Maybe this chapter was be more enjoyable maybe not. One way to find out. Sadly this is the end. But if you really want to see the what, if I'd advice sticking around. I do have an arc set some time in the future that you will enjoy.

That wasn't the real Raven, like I said, this was all a dream. More pacifically a hallway of nightmares. Each door contains someone's nightmare cranked up to 11. Doing some research I know what Raven is afraid of. (She is afraid of the world. Everything is after her. Finding out the existence of Salem only confirm this. So she will go to any lengths to out run the world. Trading everything, for her life. Now that she did, all that remained of Raven Branwen was a shallow shell.) Still that is a psychological analyst of her. Each door, has there own meaning and the horror behind them specialized for certain subjects. I wonder, what is your door number? *Que the evil laughter.

Oh not much… she met Winston Churchill… in prison.

I may have some trouble. (Mid terms are coming up, could effect the speed of release for the next chapter)

Thanks for writing Black cross0.

From Carre: 1. No problem

2A. Eh, sort of. Belladonna is a common English name. But even then a trip to England, kind of expensive. Long distant planes have yet to be invented, or at least for public use.

2B. Not quite. It was all a dream. Though I wonder. What's your door number in this hall of nightmares?

2C. The inspiration for Schmdit's room comes from the 2002 British-German horror movie Deathwatch. (Higly recommend it.)

2D. She is… definitely quirky. She's the kind of girl to look down a gun and ask for the guys backstory. Not to save her life but because she's writing a paper on him.

2E. Kind of… Think of it as a vortex, an improper one. It takes the energy conducted from nightmares close by to form this gateway to the center of the universe.

3. Thanks will do.

Thanks for writing Carre.

From Crimson Weresloth: Well, wait till the ending my friend. Still I have to ask, what door number is yours in this hallway of nightmares.

Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.

From Interesteddude: Yeah, In a way your right, however the idea of the story is to feel like a mixture between a comic book and a tv show. So if you don't enjoy the story that's fine, to that your own. The first seven chapters are meant to give a background on the OC's with the rest following an adventure that are set in the same world and are loosely connected to one another.

But like I said, it's ok that you don't enjoy it. I'm more worried that people will go crazy for using racial word choice in the story then not liking the style of it.

Thanks for writing Interesteddude.

Well with that done, I'd like to thank GlisteningR&S and Dmandog for the next arc. Sadly due to Mid terms, I will not be posting the next chapter on the eight, or the twenty second. I will post the next chapter on the 5th of May. So till then enjoy the art, leave a comment or question down below, and support the story by Fav and Following it.

This is Wombag1786 Signing off.

In an unknown location somewhere in Arkham. A day later

"So… that's what happened to Jack?" McMurtry asked as the scene shifts to the office space. On the table where the three things Schmidt managed to snag before the entire mad house collapsed in on itself. Official report was that the building collapsed from faulty structure and time. However, what really happened will remain a secret. Not only because of how terrible it was, but because how unbelievable it was.

On the table was the dagger, the Greek scroll, and pieces of paper that was scattered in uneven form. What McMurtry didn't know, a few key scripts were missing. Not wanting another incident like what had happened to repeat itself. On the other side of the table was Schmidt, dressed in a grey three-piece suit. His injuries have disappeared entirely, though it still feel the ghost pain like it actually happened. Along with that his eyes were a little shallower. He and Yang were having difficulty sleeping. Yang sadly had it worse than him.

He replied to McMurtry before he takes a drag from his cigarette. "Yep, seems the guy who hired him, backstabbed him. By the time I found him, he was begging for death."

"Huh, suppose it must be bad, considering a veteran such of yourself won't divulge the details." McMurtry remarks as he held the native American dagger.

"He's dead. The man who hired him, is dead. No need to read into it anymore." Schmidt remarks before taking another drag. After exhaling he then remarks. "Were you expecting us to fail?"

"Heh, I'll be honest. I'd thought you'll be dead by now. Admittedly, I thought it was another player in the field. Not some crazy religious nut you rubbed out. Regardless, if it wasn't him then it would have been me who iced you and the blonde chink. Guess you and your freakishly strong moll proved me wrong." McMurtry remarks with a chuckle as he leans back. Schmidt didn't respond but rather stared at him with a dirty look. After a few moments of awkward chuckling McMurtry leans forward.

"Eh hum. In any case this puts a dent in my plan. Heh guess I should off you now and have my guys pick up Iron Arm from the station. Maybe have my fun before I bash her head in." McMurtry said before picking his hammer up and the guards and goons pulling out their pistols and shotguns.

"And what about a war with Capone?" Schmidt asked unphased by McMurtry giving a practice swing with his hammer.

"Eh, I have friends on the northside. A few who will owe me more than these small timers here could ever pay. So, I ain't too worried about that fat dago." McMurtry answers.

"Um hmm. Good. Then it will make this next part much easier." Schmidt said before taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Eh, what are you talking about?" McMurtry asked with a confused look.

Schmidt didn't reply rather he took his cigarette and tossed it behind him. As it flies, Schmidt pushes himself to the ground, before the room lit up in a hail of gunfire. Multiple shots burst through the wooden doors. Every member present in the room were gunned down in the hail of bullets. After a few moments the huge sliding doors opened up and multiple people walked inside. One familiar woman was the owner of the speak easy on the southside. She walked over to Schmidt who was the only one who wasn't hit by any bullets. He had popped another cigarette in his mouth and was busy lighting it with a match. As he struggles, he spoke to her.

"So, did you handle the one's by the station?" Schmidt asked as he finally got the match to catch.

"Yep, and the one's by the bakery, the various speakeasies, and my favorit deli. Far as I know. The only trace of the Irish Mob left in the city is bleed back here." Lexy replies as she slings her double barrel over her shoulder and helped Schmidt up.

"Good, you're in charge of Arkham. Just make sure to send the goods on through, and we will continue to do business." Schmidt said before taking a drag.

"Yeah, yeah. This ain't my first-time doing business with the Italians." Lexy remarks before Schmidt offers her a cigarette. With a smile she took one and remarked in a seductive tone. "Though, it's a bit sad that you won't stay around for the celebration of my… new job opportunity. I am curious what you scots can bring to the table. And maybe, the bed."

Schmidt gave a small chuckle. He was flattered but not interested. Before he could remark a cough could be heard from the side. Looking over, the two can see that McMurtry was still alive. Though not for long. Three bullets and one good shotgun blast hit him in the gut and chest. He's bleeding out, but was still conscious enough to make one last snide remark.

"A teuchter (Cough, Cough)fucking a guppie lamb chop, (Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough)heh. Don't know (Cough, Cough)what's worse, me dying here from (Cough, Cough)piss shot accuracy fellows… (Cough, Cough) you olive nigger (Cough, Cough) hired for yourself. (Cough, Cough)Or the fact that (Cough, Cough)you want to fuck another mongrel (Cough, Cough)." McMurtry insulted Schmidt and Lexy before coughing up more blood.

Angered Lexy pulls out a small savage arms pistol before Schmidt stopped her. Not that he thought that she shouldn't kill him. Rather better to let the man die slow. Sides, bastard didn't deserve a clean death. He walked over to McMurtry and picked up his hammer. All while McMurtry continued to insult and threaten him with his dying words.

"(Cough, Cough)Oh, what you think (Cough, Cough)your doing mongrel fucker. (Cough, Cough) Going to (Cough, Cough)use that on me? Heh, (Cough, Cough)go ahead. This (Cough, Cough)bound (Cough, Cough)to happen to (Cough, Cough)us all. Laying here. (Cough, Cough) In our blood. Looking up. (Cough, Cough)Thinking that this is (Cough, Cough) the last thing we see (Cough, Cough)before going down to (Cough, Cough)burn… Heh, have fun (Cough, Cough) while you (Cough, Cough)still can (Cough, Cough)you filthy (Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough)boogie fucker. When my friends hear (Cough, Cough)about what you (Cough, Cough)have done, they (Cough, Cough) will hunt you down. You, (Cough, Cough)the chink… even that (Cough, Cough)abomination mulatto (Cough, Cough)you got back home… (Cough, Cough) … dumb Scot." McMurtry struggled to say before finally Schmidt's anger takes hold.

He proceeds to beat him with his hammer, beating his face in. Each strike as violent as the last. He did not stop when the skin was torn away, he did not stop when the pieces of skull were wedge free from the head, he did not stop when the neck got stuck in the brains. He kept on swinging till two minutes later when the head finally snapped off the handle. But by then there was barley anything left of the Irish mobster. All that was left was chucks of grey matter mixed in a stew of blood, bone fragments, a torn tongue, and chipped teeth. Schmidt tossed aside the broken hammer before walking away. No words, were said. They were made loud and clear in those two minutes. Anything else would be pointless.

Arkham train station. Fifteen minutes away

The view shifts to the Arkham train station. As passengers walked on by, the view settled on Yang who was waiting silently on a bench. She was wearing some medium price flapper clothes, with a pair of orange tinted shades hiding her sleep deprived eyes. Besides her was a few suit cases. The top had a few sets of clothes, mostly to hide a few bottles of Iceland wine. Not as good as the stuff made from grapes, but beggars can't be choosers in this market. A shipment of this berry wine will be shipped out west every month on the clock. What they are bringing back was just the taste of things to come. As she sits there waiting for Schmidt to arrive, she reaches into her purse and pulls out his dagger. He gave it to her, telling her to hold onto it while he finished dealing with the Irish Mob. While she had no idea what he was talking about, she had a feeling that she didn't want to know.

She stared intently at the knife. Schmidt treasured it. A lot. Rarely ever leaves without it. She could tell why. The knife had scratches and signs of rust along the blade. Th knuckles had a few cracks that had been mended crudely. The cross guard had long since broken away, and the striking Pommel was worn down considerable. All clear signs of frequent use. She slowly wrapped her hidden metallic hands through the knuckles. Getting a feeling for the grip. As she does, flashes of what she saw in those trenches' flashes through her mind. Men, no younger than her. Some even more so. Dying. In so many horrific ways. All for what? What was the point of it all? As she stares down at the knife, she couldn't help but hallucinate Schmidt, or at least the one she saw in the trenches. Before her, in a torn-up dough boy uniform, smoking a cigar in his open jaw. Dull lifeless eyes staring on at her, before slinging his shotgun and marching on. Humming some tune. This was all interrupted in a flash of light.

"Hey there Iron Arm." A familiar voice called out in the blur. After rubbing her eyes, she found Suzie, standing before her with a camera. "Heading out before getting a good bye? Awwww, and here I thought we are at the leave a note on the night stand stage in our strange love hate relationship."

"Tsk, doubt it. Our entire relationship just ended similarly to your camera. In a flash." Yang joked with a small smile.

Since yesterday morning she had the strangest urge to make puns. She couldn't help it. And didn't want to stop. They were way to fun. Maybe before New Orleans she was a stand-up comedian. Though she doubts she'd ever would work in a burlesque club. She couldn't recall even if she wanted to. The shock of that quick glimpse had horrified her. She was having troubles sleeping without nightmares of what she saw keeping her up. But the bright side of this, she managed to recall some memories of her life. That put her mind to ease, for now at least.

"Heh, yeah hard to believe this took only three days. Shame that I didn't get any pictures." Suzie remarks as she sat down next to Yang.

"Yeah, though I have to agree with Schmidt. Nobody sane would look at them. Or at least remain so." Yang remarks earning a small grin from Suzie.

"Fair, though it would make for an interesting story. But eh not everything gone to waist. You lass are possible the most interesting thing to come out of this year." Suzie remarks as she eyed Yang's arm.

"Hey, the eyes are up here doll face." Yang remarked in a fake Chicago tough guy tone.

"Heh, alright. Still, you sure about leaving. With your help I can find more information about your past." Suzie said changing the conversation. Yang simply turned her head and looked out at the train pulling in. She watches as a horde of reporters race over to the side car. Waiting for someone onboard. After a few moments Yang responds to the offer.

"Naw. I think I'm good." Yang replies before spotting Schmidt making his way through the crowd of reporters. "I know that I have a sister… somewhere out there. But for now, I have one back in Chicago."

"Hmm, I see. Still if you learn anything, do keep me in the loop. You are definitely the girl of the decade. Even if you're running with the wrong crowd." Suzie said before getting up and handing Yang her card.

She took it and gave a nod to Suzie. She nodded before walking over to the crowd of reporters. She wanted to get a good photo of the prodigal son. As she goes, Schmidt approaches Yang. He eyed Suzie with a suspicious look before turning to Yang.

"So, what was that about?" Schmidt asked as he takes a final drag from his cigar.

"Eh, wanted me to stay. Either she has a crush on me or my continues presence will cease any slow news day in this town ever again." Yang said with a shrug as she picked up a suitcase.

"Heh, suppose so." Schmidt said before tossing aside his cigarette and picking up his suit case.

The two begin to board the train as the crowd of reporters moved on by them at a slow pace. Asking multiple questions as their cameras flashed wildly. The flashes remind her of those Hollywood actors. Being followed by the paparazzi like moths to a flame. Wanting to make a crack at this, Yang stopped in her tracks before she turned around to look out at into the swarm of reporters. A small smile appeared on her face, before it grew into a large cheeky one. She then cleared her throat before saying silly.

"Well, see yah Arkham. It was fun. But now, I got to leave, least I'll do so with a Yang." Yang said with a large toothy grin as she boards the train.

Schmidt just looked at her with a confused look on his face. After a few seconds he gave a small sigh before shrugging off the bad joke. As he enters, he had failed to notice that those words Yang had said caught the attention of someone in the crowd. As it passes by, a young girl in a red trench coat looked around with a wild look of confusion. She eventually turns around, revealing herself to be Ruby.

She had just arrived in town with Tommy. They had plans to move into an apartment for the night before registering with the Blackwood's Detective Agency. However, she heard her sister's catchphrase just a moment ago. She looked around some more before giving a small sigh. She must be imagining things. She shook her head before racing to catch up with Tommy. Failing to notice her sister sitting in the window seat of the train.

The train soon started up and began its journey to Rensselaer New York, before they would catch the train to Detroit and then Chicago. Schmidt leaned back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth, he was going to try and sleep most of the way back. Yang was having difficulty sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see that… thing. So she remain awake, looking out at the beautiful New England countryside. Hours passed by and Yang was about to pass out from exhaustion when she noticed something. A piece of land in the valley below. It was horrible looking. Looks like something had crashed and burned the entire local area. In the wake was a blasted heath of sorts. As the train passes by Yang couldn't help but comment aloud.

"Jeez. What happened there? Did someone forgot to turn off their stove?" Yang halved joked aloud.

"No, or at least the legend goes." Schmidt said without looking.

"Oh, sorry for disturbing." Yang apologies believing to awaken Schmidt.

"Forget it. Sides, you're not the only one having trouble sleeping." Schmidt said before leaning forward, He looked out at the horrific landscape. He takes a drag before remarking. "That place supposed to be flooded soon. New reservoir coming next spring. Though if the legends are true, doubt anyone would drink the water."

"Legends? What did someone threw a wild shin dig?" Yang asked with a smile.

"Tsk, if so then that party must have been a riot. A family died, horrible." Schmidt remarks causing Yang's smile to shrink.

"Oh." Yang said as her smile faded.

Schmidt leans back in his chair and tries to sleep once more. After a few moments without opening his eyes he explains the story of the strange old days. As he does the view pulls to the side, shifting the train car, to a woodland area in the midst of a terrible storm. "… In any case. I heard this story back when I was young. Younger than you actually. Supposedly this was a lush farming community. Then one day in the summer of 1882, a meteorite crashed on the farmstead of the Gardeners family. Strange things accrued over the year. Plants grew at a rapid rate, Animals begin fleeing from the land, and the family became more reclusive. Though there were tales of monsters one thing remain the same. There was a color. Unlike anything seen before. It was, just a color, and it burns."

1922 August 23, Somewhere along the old route 70

The view shifted to a dark and cold forest. Rain poured down onto the muddy ground, the moon itself was obscured by the dark storm clouds in the sky. Many of the trees in the surrounding landscape swayed back and forth in the howling winds of the storm. Beneath those trees a woman was running through the mud for her for life, behind her some ungodly force blurred its way through the countryside. The woman dared not to look back at her pursuer lest she become its next victim or so she believed.

Voices whispered into her ears relentlessly as a purple and pink glow from the mysterious force closed in on her. It grew brighter and the words grew louder, repeating the same words over and over again as if to bore into the very fabric of her soul. Branches whacked against her face as she ran aimlessly away from the glow and its call of insanity. She didn't care about the pain, all she wanted was to live without the horrible sounds in her ears.

A glimmer of hope struck her as the road came into view before her along with a pair of headlights. She ran even harder to reach the street, all she had to do was get the car to stop and take her away so she could live. But she could feel the horror chasing her get even closer as she sprinted for dear life, it seemed to be reaching out for like a swarm of wrathful insects that wished to devour her very existence. With the road just a few feet away she jumped out onto the pavement, landing with a heavy thump in the street. The car hit her and swerved hard onto the side of the road.

"MIERDA! What are you doing the street?! Do you want to get run over?!" Shouted an irate voice from the driver side of the car.

"Did you just run over someone?!" Another voice shouted at the driver.

"What the hell does it look like I did, capitana obvia?!" The Spanish voice retorted.

The woman who'd been running crawled towards the vehicle with her remaining strength. she whispered an odd phrase to the driver several time over as she crawled forward to safety. Her shattered right arm didn't bother one bit thanks to the adrenaline left in her system, not that it really mattered with how tired and badly injured she was. Yet slowly her will live was being clouded by the haze of the insanity that threatened to wash her away into the void of nothingness.

Seconds later two girls stepped out of the vehicle, one wore a cowgirl hat while the other had her bright white hair tied up in a bun. "By Oum, is she alright?! Ms. Bell, were you even paying attention to the road?!"

"Hey, she ran out in front of the car! That's on her, also even then you were partial to the blame. Ms. Schnee!" The Spanish woman snapped back at the white-haired girl.

"Hmph, whatever! Let's just help her, we can argue about this later." Was the reply from the white haired girl as they approached the injured woman.

"Ah huh, sure but we're not done." The Spanish woman rolled her eyes. When they got closer, they were able to get a better view of the girl they'd struck with the car. Under all the mud she was covered in, there was a pink dress that had been torn to hell and her hair was a dark brown.

Once they got close enough, the Spanish woman took a look at the woman's arm. It appeared to smashed to hell and back, she snorted and pulled a decent size cloth from under her jacket. Using the cloth she made a ling for the woman's arm. as she does this, the young girl noticed something off in the distance. she could see a colorful glow of some sort the seemed to defy explanation. A color that she had never seen before, here or on Remnant. Whatever the shimmering phenomena was, it made her feel sick to her stomach. Yet she couldn't look away. After staring for a few moments, she quickly was pulled away by the Spanish woman.

"Ey, princessa de hielo!" The woman called out. Weiss didn't notice so she gave a high-pitched whistle. " Hey princessa de hielo! You gonna get in the car or stand in the rain? Don't make me leave your hide out here."

"Huh? Oh right." the young girl said as shook her head and turned around, revealing herself as Weiss. She had quickly moved into the vehicle. Before driving off.

As the car drives off into the storm, a few moments later, a ball of unknown light moved out onto the road. It glowed with an unknown color in a ball of wisp and colors. After a few moments it then moves towards the screen, with the intention of hunting the strange woman and two caring with her. As it got closer, the view gets brighter before suddenly going black

Play: "Over The Garden Wall Into the Unknown"

Somewhere in a dim room a worn comic boom floats to the ground, landing on top of the previous comic books. The cover, showed Weiss. Struggling to her feet. Something was clearly wrong with her. Something, was burning, inside her a color never before seen on earth tore away at her insides. As she screams in agony from the pain, the color closes in on her. All she could do now, is scream silently in agony. To the side were four bubbles of the Protagonist. Above it reads

RWBY NOIR

The Dead Lights

STARING:

Weiss Schnee: The smartest girl on the planet

Fausta Bell: Retired Outlaw

Abigale Marsh: Someone in trouble

Guest Staring:

Sheriff Joseph Gram: Traveling Sheriff