A New Ground Story - Part 5

It was about noon and the Security guards had finished their patrol. Everyone was now aware of what had happened in the last night except for few people. LostChances was wandering the streets, confused and dazed. He was one of the persons still not aware of the three murders, since he was never in his house, too "busy". In fact, he was in the village's Pub, drinking as usual. He had spent the first part of the night with Fluffykins and Bahamut. They went to the Pub because Pauls was with his girlfriend. Then, LostChances had fallen asleep on the bar, dispersing beer everywhere; which angered the bar's owner, SlipperyMooseCakes. He had been kicked out of the Pub and slept in the street. He had just waked up and the midday sun was burning his eyes. He walked with difficulty to a mailbox and took a pause. Two mans arrived behind him.
-Hmm, LostChances, said one of them. You drank again last night?
LostChances jolted and looked at the man talking to him. The guy had his head hidden in a hood, and all we could see of his face was his mouth and his long beard. He was with IndianWrestler, an Amerindian who was really strongly built. IndianWrestler was living at the border of the Village, in an isolated house. The first man searched for something in his pockets, smiled and took a bottle out of it.
-Whatch dis thad time? asked LostChances with difficulty, being still under the influence of alcohol.
-It will help you with your problems, simply responded the man.
LostChance took the bottle and drank it without any suspicion.
-It better work dich thime, said the drunk man. Thankch Vertigo.
Everyone in the village knew Vertigo. He was not living in the village though, and no one really knew where he lived. He was coming sometimes in the village to give elixirs and medicaments. Most of the time, he was only coming one or two times every year. The rumors were saying that he was a powerful alchemist, living somewhere in the Mountains. But every time someone was asking him where he was living, he was simply responding: "Outside of New Ground." IndianWrestler was the only person that was aware of his secrets, but as this last one was never hanging with the other folks of the village he would never share this secret. The fact that Vertigo was in the village right the day after the murders occured attired the attention of GreenLanturn, who was commanding the remaining officers while Nev and three others were in the forest, looking for Sarai. But as GreenLanturn was about to get out of the Security building, Sanjay had already approached the nomad. GreenLanturn watched them talking a few moments and then Vertigo gave a bottle and a package to Sanjay. Sanjay immediately put them in a bag and returned to the Hotel. When the cook had disappeared, GreenLanturn walked to Vertigo and greeted him. IndianWrestler looked at the security guard with a deep and disturbing look.
-Hi Vertigo, said GreenLanturn.
Vertigo bowed and saluted the officer.
-Hi sir, how can I help you? asked Vertigo with a little bit too respectful voice.
GreenLanturn sighed and responded:
-Maybe you can help me with a little investigation. You probably know that three murders occurred yesterday night in the New Ground's surrounding.
Vertigo looked at him confusedly.
-And why would I know that? I would like to remind you that I don't live in your village. So I'm not aware of everything. Sorry for my ignorance, said the man with a sarcastic tone.
-I just wanted to know... started GreenLanturn. We're looking for the murderer. If you can give any information to us it would be really helpful.
Vertigo started walking.
-I have other ways of helping, he said. Now let me do my work. I got lots of things to do this afternoon.
And he walked away, leaving the officer alone in the middle of the street.

The back-alley was dark, even at noon. But SwordMaster, the butcher's young apprentice had to cross it to give the package DancingTomato had asked him to deliver. The address he had received was somewhere in this alley full of bulky items, trashes and garbage. He breathed in and charged. He looked on the few doors and finally saw the number 6. He was about to knock when he heard a low voice behind him. He turned and saw nothing in the darkness of the alley.
"Come dear, come" said the voice, louder.
It was a girl voice.
"Knock on the door"
-Who's there? asked SwordMaster.
"Don't you see me?" asked the voice.
SwordMaster started to panic and wanted to get back to the street. But as he was trying to flee, someone grabbed him.
"Oh no, nobody never escape from LookingGlasses."

A New Ground's story - Part 5.2

DancingTurkeyGod was ready, in her corner. ScottMale was lying on the floor, in he middle of the room. Lidov was sitting near him, his eyes closed. He was calling for help, shouting loud so someone can hear him in this damned building.
-HELP US IN HERE! he shouted. MY FRIEND IS DYING! HE NEEDS HELP!
DancingTurkeyGod was not moving, hidden in the darkness. ScottMale was breathing with difficulty. Finally, someone opened the door. The person was a slim and tall man. She looked at the two mans and walked in right on them. It was a young woman, with a pale skin and a black dress. She had an intelligent look and black hairs.
-What's happening in here? she asked rudely.
Lidov looked at their visitor and responded:
-My friend is dying, he needs medication... can you please do something?
The girl looked at the body suspiciously.
-Funk usually never try to kill anyone... she finally said slowly. What tells me that...
But she never finished her phrase.
DancingTurkeyGod had risen from the shadows and punched the woman behind the head, sending her to the ground, unconscious. ScottMale rose on his feet and kicked the girl in the stomach. Lidov searched for anything useful on the girl and took some keys.
-Time to get the fuck out of here, said ScottMale while walking out of the room.
DancingTurkeyGod, Lidov and Scottmale arrived in a long and white gallery, which blinded them. After the few days they had spent in the dark room, light was a really disturbing thing. They started running in the gallery, looking for the exit. There was a door at the end of the corridor. They went directly to it and twisted the door's handle. It opened. A staircase. It was going up and down. DancingTurkeyGod immediately went down so the two guys followed her.
-Where are we going? asked Lidov while descending the stairs.
-To the exit, said DTG. Just follow me. They arrived at the lowest floor. Lidov and Scott were exhausted.
The girl pushed a door and they arrived in a big and clear room. Lidov's heart made a jump. His GTO was in the room, along with a lot of other cars and... a motorbike! He approached the engine.
-Come one, Lid, said ScottMale. We have no time for this, get in your car and let's get the hell out of here!
Lidov didn't want to leave the motorbike there, but as he didn't have the keys, he rejoined the two others waiting impatiently in his car.
-Good thing I still have my keys, said the car fanatic. Let's go!
And they left the garage, going in an alley leading them right to the Asylum's exit.
That was too easy.

A New Ground's Story - Part 6

When she realized Jeremy Lokken wouldn't be back for a while, Sarai decided to continue her investigation alone. She put on her dried clothes, took her katana and a crossbow. She also put some food and her water canteen in her backpack. She knew she would be gone for a while, so she locked her house's door. Sarai arrived at the abandoned house, where the murders had occurred, and looked for the motorbike trace. Now all she had to do was to follow it until she finds where the engine, and maybe the murderer, was. As it was heading to the mountain, and not to the Outside Road, she was sure she wouldn't walk for too long. Two hours later, when she finally arrived at a garage door hidden in the mountain. "Door" wasn't the right word. Sarai first thought that there used to be a door here. But it looked like if some explosion had destroyed it. And Sarai never saw or heard any explosions during all the time she lived in New Ground's forest, what means that this explosion must have had happened long time ago. The Motorbike path she had followed was leading to this ruined door. Without hesitation, she stepped in and started to walk in a long and dark tunnel, leading her to an unknown location. Finally, after walking for about fifteen minutes, she arrived in a big and vast room full of cars. She swept an eye on the cars and finally saw the desired vehicle: the motorbike. It was lying near an old Pontiac she had already seen somewhere... It was Lidov's! Lidov used to be a good friend of her before she gets banned from New Ground. Why was his favorite car, recognizable because of all those modifications the car addict had done on it, lying in this garage? She approached the motorbike and saw that the keys weren't there. However, she saw a gun on the seat of Lidov's GTO. She would like to break the windshield and get the pistol, but she knew it would hurt Lidov; even if she had no explanation of why his beloved car was lying alone in a hidden garage of the Mountain, she wouldn't do any damage to his car.
"Lidov is probably near..." thought Sarai.
Then she looked in the piece and saw a door. She opened it and saw it was leading to stairs going up.
-Damned, said Sarai to herself before starting to climb the stairs.

Her Queen was in the other room. But Jade just didn't want to open the door leading to her master. It was the first time of her life she couldn't give any good news to her. With a sigh, she finally twisted the handle and entered the room. It was a lovely piece, with a giant bed in the middle. Lots of dolls were lying everywhere and the walls were painted in baby blue. Sitting and asleep, her Queen was on the princess bed. Her white skin and red robe creating a blazing contrast. Jade was about to leave the room, not wanting to disturb her when she raised her head, looking at the dark lady - Jade was always dressed in black - and asked with her low voice:
-Why do you have blood on your face, Jade the Assassin?
Jade startled and wiped her mouth.
-Hi, milady, she said while bowing.
-What does this visit deserves for? asked the Queen.
Jade looked at ShameOnPretzel's red eyes.
-I have bad news for you, milady, she said slowly. Your new slaves... your new slaves have escaped.
The Queen made a grimace. She ruminated a few seconds and looked at her fingers.
-You go search for them, finally said ShameOnPretzel. Stop them before they get to the village. I don't want everyone to know what's happening in here. Your life depends of your success.
-Yes, my master, said Jade before leaving the piece.

The doorbell rang. A man looked by the window, went to the door and opened it.
-Hi, Vertigo, said the man to another person standing in front of the door.
The man took his hood off, revealing his grey hairs and his beard.
-Good night, FBIpolux, said Vertigo. You probably know why I'm here tonight.
FBIpolux signalized him to enter in his house and closed the door.
-Yes, he responded. Another person got captured... another. Want my wife to make tea or coffee?
The old man sat in FBIpolux's armchair and accepted. FBI's house was pretty small and old, in the middle of the village. His wife, Sadic Schoolgirl greeted Vertigo and gave coffee to their visitor.
FBI sighed and asked:
-Who got attacked this time?
-Sword Master, immediately responded Vertigo.
-The butcher's apprentice? asked Sadic Schoolgirl while her husband was sitting on the sofa.
-Yeah, he responded. Dancing Tomato reported the departure of his apprentice to me this afternoon. I know you wanted me to tell you every strange things happening in the village. You think someone kidnapped Sword Master?
FBIpolux exchanged a look with his wife and responded:
-I fear yes. And I also think I know who's the responsible. But it's only a theory.
-Could it be the murderer who killed the three guys yesterday? asked Vertigo?
-No. It started years ago, before all those murders in the forest. Someone is using the village as a hunting field.

A New Ground Story - Part 7

-God damned spike strip! Why someone put a spike grip here, first of all?
Lidov was mad. A few minutes after they left the tunnel leading to the garage, his GTO's tires had been destroyed by the metal spikes displaced just before the exit. Hurried to leave the Asylum, Lidov hadn't seen them.
-I think we better move now, said DancingTurkeyGod while she was searching in the car for anything useful. They'll probably try to catch us back when they'll realize we escaped their precious Asylum.
ScottMale loaded his gun and looked at the blasted entrance.
-I wonder what destroyed this gate, he asked to himself.
DancingTurkeyGod started to look nervously at the tunnel.
-We better move, she said. I sense people are coming.
Lidov looked at her.
-You "sense"? he asked with a laugh. What's that supposed to mean?
She looked deeply in his eyes and responded:
-Contrarily to you, I was in the Asylum for a reason. Now, no time for questions, let's move, she said seeing Lidov was about to say something. You can trust me, I don't bite.
She winked and left the road.
Descending the mountain was way harder than what Lidov first thought. Night had arrived so it was difficult to see all the obstacles blocking their way. The rocks composing most of the natural barrier were sharp and quickly, his hands were full of scratches. Scott's arm was bleeding and DancingTurkeyGod didn't seem to be harmed of any way. She was moving with agility between the rocks and their sharp edges. Finally, after having descending the mountain for about one hour, they finally arrived at a little plateau. The flat terrain was perfect so they can rest a few minutes. But as Scott and Lidov were sitting on the ground, DTG pulled their arms and they went back on their feet.
-No time for a pause, guys... she said with a tired voice. Wait until we get to the forest. I plan about one more hour of downhill. You guys can do it?
Scott, whose arm was harmed, accepted.
-All right then... said Lidov. Let's go!

"Blood" thought Jade, "They can't be really far".
And she continued descending the mountain, tracking the three fugitives.

FBIpolux put his coat on, kissed his wife and went outside.
-Oh... almost forgot, he said before closing his house's door.
He looked in the umbrella stand and grabbed a shotgun. Vertigo was waiting for him in the middle of the street. He had a crowbar in his hand and had a decided face.
-You sure you want to go with me? asked FBI.
-Yeah, you will need my help, replied the old man before crouching. Let's get to it now.
He inserted the bar in a sewer plate and opened it. FBIpolux lighted is flashlight and descended in the dark hole. His feet landed in some muddy water. Vertigo fell next to him. They started walking in the stinky tunnel, their only source of luminosity being FBI's flashlight. They walked for about fifteen minutes before they finally reached their desired destination. Their feet were frozen, the sewer's water being really cold. They were standing in front of an improvised barricade. FBIpolux crossed over it and waited for Vertigo to do the same thing. On the other side of the junk pile so-called a barricade was a door. FBI and Vertigo exchanged a look and the old man agreed with a head shake. FBI inspired, pointed the shotgun on the door and kicked it off. The door didn't resist and flew on the ground. The first thing they saw was all the blood, then the corpses. Well, what remained of the corpses. A few lamps were on, illuminating the small room. A bed - or mostly a nest - was in a corner, empty.
-She's not there, said Vertigo. She's probably hunting right now. Let's wait for her.
FBI walked in the room.
-That's exactly what I planned to do, my friend.

7.2

They waited for about one hour. The room's odor was horrible, but they had to stay. Finally, they heard step noises somewhere in the tunnel. Vertigo and FBIpolux stuck on the wall, on each sides of the door. FBI had his gun pointed on the ground and Vertigo had a hunting knife in his right hand. The person was really close now. They heard her climb the barricade and walk in their direction. Vertigo had managed to put the door back on its hinges so the waited person has no doubts. When the door opened and that a girl with long white hair entered, the old sage punched her in the face, sending her to the ground. FBI pointed his shotgun on her face while she was getting immobilized. The girl was pretty young. She had long white hairs and a white skin pale like snow. She had black eyes and her lips were bloody red. In fact, there was blood in her mouth - probably because of Vertigo's jab - slowly sliding on her cheeks. She wasn't fighting or anything. She was just staring at FBI.
-Hi, Looking Glasses, said Vertigo. We were looking for you.
She looked at him but didn't respond.
-Now will you please come with us gently? he continued calmly, like if he had did that thousands of times.
Still no reaction.
-Oh well, said FBI. We'll just use force then.
But as he was grabbing her arms to get her back on her feet, a voice came from nowhere.
"My Master is coming to save me. He will kill you."
Vertigo, still not surprised said:
-Who's that Master you're talking about, Looking Glasses?
"He's coming", repeated the voice.
Vertigo was about to say something when a gunshot got fired. The first thing he saw was FBIpolux down on the ground, a bullet in his chest. With agility, the girl went back on her feet and grabbed the shotgun and pointed it on him. Vertigo released his knife and raised his hands in the hairs. FBI was bleeding a lot and Vertigo was sure that he wouldn't survive if X-Stem, the village's doctor, couldn't help him. Then another person entered the door, behind him.
-Oh hi there, Vertigo, said the man voice behind him. Looking, put that gun down and let him raise on his feet please.
Slowly, the old man turned and looked at the man talking in his back. He was wearing a long black cape, a coat and a black hat. He had a pistol in his right hand and was smiling, his black and purple eyes looking at him.
- Nightcrawler! said Vertigo. What the...
- Hi, Vertigo, said the New Ground's Museum's owner. How are you doing? I didn't see you lately. Didn't know you were in town too, I would have asked you for some medications.
Vertigo was deafened. How could Nightcrawler, one of the most trusted mans of the Village, an elder and a well-known person, have killed FBIpolux and helped Looking Glasses, a serial killer?
-It may look strange, said Nightcrawler with a smile. But I'll explain all. Let's get in the Museum, it's a bit more comfortable than this nest. Looking Glasses bring FBIpolux, would you? He will not die, don't worry. I just wanted to give him some pain. Or maybe he'll die. I don't know, I'm no doctor.
He smiled again and pointed his gun on Vertigo.
-Now let's move.

7.3

Nicholas Joseph Fury, also known as Ozcar, was heading back to New Ground on his horse, his gun always in his back. Now he had his instructions, all he had to do was to finish the job. But first of all, he needed alcohol. It was about nine o'clock PM, and the sun was already hidden by New Ground's Mountain. He followed the path leading to the Town's entrance and saw Nev. The officer in charge of the village's security looked exhausted. He approached Ozcar and greeted him.
-Hi, responded the cavalier with his Mexican accent. What's going on, Nev? You look tired.
The officer looked at the ground and slowly said:
-We have no clue of who the murderer is. Plus, the only person who could help us is banned. I searched for her in the forest without any result. She wasn't at her house. However, I met Master Bunny, and he didn't see anything special in the Marshes.
Ozcar looked at Nev and asked:
-So you want me to unban her?
-No, no, no, quickly said Nev. She would just bring more trouble in the village. But I would like to know if the Authorities could help us with the investigation... Those murders have to stop.
Ozcar kicked his horse's ribs to make it move forward.
-I'll see what I can do. But don't expect the Twins to help you.
The Mexican continued his way to the Pub, where his Whisky was waiting. On the way, he saluted Sanjay, Mayhem Bedlam and Nightcrawler. It was curious that the old Museum's owner and director was running in the streets at this time of the day, especially when he was rarely going outside of his beloved manor. He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared at the corner of a building. He finally attached his horse's bridle to a panel and entered SlipperyMooseCakes' Pub.

Nev, making sure Ozcar wouldn't see him, went back in the forest. He didn't walk too long, and arrived near a car hidden behind a big tree a few yards from the path. A young woman with brown hairs was sitting at the driver's place. Nev entered the car.
-So, asked the girl to Nev like if she was talking to an old friend. What happened?
Nev sighed and said:
-The Moderators will probably not help us. Protege-Moi, you are free to do whatever you want now. Just don't hurt Sarai. And try to get the murderer alive. You understand that?
She winked at him and said:
-Trust me; they don't call me Revird's best bounty hunter for no reason.

Jeremy Lokken had finally found it. The proof was there. Finding all those documents was something extraordinary. Now he knew the verity, he was able to do something. It was time for him to stop all this mess, the Karmah and the Authority. He knew he couldn't do it alone, though. He had to inform Sarai. She was the only one person in New Ground's region that could help him. He went outside of the Cave and started to walk in direction of the forest. He had to go round a really high cliff, since the cave was in the Mountain. Sun had just fallen down; he should have brought a lamp with him. But before he could make a step in direction of the woods, a strong wind hit him. He lost his stability and fell on the ground. The wind's force increased, obliging him to stay down. Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from the wind and everything around him became dark. The sky became black, all the stars disappeared and the only thing he was able to see was a grey shape in front of him.
"Those secrets will never leave this cave." said the voice. "You live if you stay in it. You die if you leave."
Lokken struggled and manage to say:
-Shrapnel, you over-zealous guardian, leave me alone.
Curiously, the wind stopped. He was free! But when he rose on his feet, he tripped on a rock and lost his stability again.
"You have chosen death." said Shrapnel.
And then the wind hit again, pushing Jeremy Lokken over the cliff.
The old man died before touching the ground, one hundred meters down.

A New Ground's Story - Part 8

She stopped at the first door. She had already hiked at least one thousand steps without seeing anything but grey walls. All this illuminated by a few light bulbs. She was totally exhausted when she finally stood in front of a door. She took a quick pause and finally opened the door, her katana ready. She arrived in a long passageway and slowly moved forward, her back always brushing the right wall, all her senses alerted. Sarai was prepared for that kind of things. She knew what to do in such situations. Her young master, the Mystic William, had taught everything she knew about martial arts, katana handling and crossbow shooting. There were doors at each sides of the wall. Small metal doors displaced in a perfect row. She tried to open one but it was locked. She continued the long alley until she arrived at a double-gate. She cautiously opened it, her crossbow pointing in front of her, held in her left hand and her sword in the right one. The door was leading to a giant room. The roof was so high that Sarai couldn't see it, hidden in the shadows. The only light glowing in the huge room was coming from a gargantuan fireplace, placed at the middle of the room. It was diffusing on the walls, creating tall shades when hitting the objects present in the room. Even if the fire was massive, Sarai wasn't able to see any details of the room. All she was able to see was shadows of objects present in the room. She slowly moved on, looking for the room's exit. The door wasn't inspiring any confidence to her; it was too quiet, too calm. The only noise was coming from the cracking fireplace.
Clang
Sarai startled and almost dropped her katana. A metal-against-metal noise had just came out from the shadows, loudly and violently. She walked back to the double-door leading to the corridor but, when she tried to open it, it was locked. "But... it wasn't locked three seconds ago..." thought Sarai.
Clang
Sarai stood ready. She looked in front of her and prepared herself for anything that could come from the darkness. But she never expected this: All the room's lights opened, the neon lights showing a disturbing spectacle. The room, smaller than what she expected, was filled with theater chairs. They were pointed to the fireplace, like a play was taking place there. The chairs were all empty, but Sarai was sure there were at least two or three hundred seats in there.
Clang
Sarai searched for the noise's source when her eyes finally saw another door, at the other side of the room. It was opened. She walked right to it, crossing the chairs. She was almost arrived when a metal pole came from under one of the seats. She stumbled and felt on the ground covered with moldy carpet. Her katana slipped from her hands and slid under a seat, out of her range. She quickly rose on her feet and pointed her crossbow on the place she felt, where the metal object was a few seconds ago. Someone laughed. It was a men voice, and it was coming somewhere from the chairs. She asked:
-Who's there? Show yourself!
The person laughed again. She opened her mouth to talk again when a man rose from behind one of the theater seats in front of her. He was holding a long metal staff and had black clothes. His face however was red, same for the rest of his skin. His eyes were black and he was discovering his fangs with a smile. Sarai was pointing her crossbow on him, but he wasn't reacting or moving. He was looking at her deeply in the eyes.
-Welcome in the Asylum, young lady, he said with an echoed voice. I'm Dark Archon, Guardian of this great building. You are now captive. I hope you'll enjoy your st...
But before he can even finish his phrase, Sarai had shot a bolt in the men's chest. Surprised by this move, the Guardian fell back and sat in one of the seats. He looked at the bolt and removed it.
-You'll die anyway, there was poison on the bolt, said the Asian girl.
Dark Archon looked at her and took something in his pocket. He approached that thing from his mouth and said:
-My Queen? It's Dark Archon. Intruders. Send someone in the Fire Room.
The second bolt hit him in the left eye.

A New Ground Story - Part 8.2

The old man inserted the key in the lock and opened the Manor's door, Vertigo next to him and Looking Glasses behind him, FBIpolux on her shoulders. He was bleeding all over her, but she didn't seem to care about it. Vertigo looked at his friend and told Nightcrawler:
-We should call X-Stem. FBI will not survive if he doesn't see a doctor. I won't say a word.
Nightcrawler entered his museum and laughed.
-But he'll ask questions. And anyway I've planned something for him. Now come on in!
Vertigo hesitated, but the gun the old museum director was pointing at him convinced him. When everyone got inside, Nightcrawler re-locked the door and put his gun back in his coat. He removed his hat, revealing long black hairs. "But... Nightcrawler is really old, his hairs should be white or something..." thought Vertigo. As if he had heard his thoughts, Nightcrawler smiled.
-My hairs are like this because... started Nightcrawler. Let's say that age doesn't have the same effect on me. Anyway, take a seat and stay calm. I don't want to kill you for the moment. And I'm sure my lovely Loving Glasses would love to have an occasion to break your neck.
The young girl was crouched on the floor, near FBIpolux. Vertigo had to do something really quick, but first he had to make a diversion. He looked in the room. There were three sofas displaced around a little table. He was sitting in front of Nightcrawler, the young girl at his right. There was a fireplace and near it, a pick used to move the wood. They were in a large living room, illuminated by a chandelier.
-So... who are you, Nightcrawler? asked Vertigo. You're not the one you always claimed to be.
Nightcrawler grinned.
-You discovered that tonight?
-No, responded Vertigo. I knew it since the first time we met. That's why when I visit you; I usually come with Indian Wrestler to have some... protection.
Looking Glasses looked at Nightcrawler and they exchanged a look.
-You really think I would have attacked you myself? In the Museum? According to me, this sounds stupid. Especially when I've been hiding my real me all that time so the Moderators don't pay attention at me. Haven't you found strange how I acquired this Manor?
Vertigo thought about it. He remembered the story: Nightcrawler's father, an old banker, had built the New Ground's Manor twenty-four years ago. After a few weeks, the old man had mysteriously disappeared and his son, coming out of nowhere had claimed the manor.
-Yes, finally said Vertigo. He wasn't your father was he?
-You're a brilliant one, Vertigo, said Nightcrawler. Of course he wasn't. I don't know where I come from, but it's sure Sir Legionnaire X wasn't my father. I claimed this only to get the Manor. I killed his son when he was on the road to New Ground to see his new house. I killed and disposed of his body. Well, disposed isn't the right word. In fact, I feed myself with the bodies. And a great thing is the big amount of bodies I can get, with the help of Shoujou, also called Looking Glasses by the villagers.
Vertigo was horrified. Nightcrawler was a cannibal...
-You monster... slowly said Vertigo.
But Nightcrawler laughed again.
-Didn't I tell you I wasn't human? I'm no cannibal. I don't even know what I am, myself. Maybe some experience that failed and that got thrown in the sewers. But I don't really care as long as I'm going well, that I got food and that I can act and be considered like a normal person. But to continue living my peaceful life, I must now kill you. Too much knowledge is in you, now. But I can't say I didn't like you.
Shoujou raised her head with happiness. The humanoid grabbed his handgun and pointed it at Vertigo's head.
-Anything to say before you die? asked the Museum's inhuman director.
Vertigo fell on his knees and said:
-Don't eat me or FBIpolux.
At the same moment, a broken window noise and a pain interrupted the scene. Something felt on Vertigo's head, knocking him off. A knife was jabbed into Nightcrawler's wrist. Immediately, Shoujou rose on her feet and looked in direction of the window.
Then a loud motor noise came from the Manor's hall.
-Take care of that! shouted Nightcrawler to Shoujou. He got my hand... the bastard.
But the living room's door opened before the woman could do anything

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