If I do any writing, this is most likely where I will post it.
My first bit for the bi-writing project will be two unrelated chapters. One, I've written for October's writing project here on APForums, and the other that's new.
Both are basically one shots/concepts for my villains and their personalities.
Chapter: "The Show Must Go On"
! Chapter: "The Show Must Go On"
Puppeteer Villain Trial
! Children rushed to the center of town. An old but large shack in the middle of a rural African town stood quietly. The only person who ever really walked into the shack was the town elder. He generally walked in with food, and then stepped out empty handed. Rumor had it, anyone else that walked into that hut would never be seen again. However, there is something more.
! The children piled up behind the shack. Behind it, a somewhat large but dark window on the hut caught their attention. They watched patiently and began to huddle around as if they were waiting for something to happen.
! Suddenly, a wooden puppet popped up from the window. "Hello, children." The puppet spoke with a jolly and silly voice. "How has your day been?" The children responded with various answer. "Now, now! Not all at once! Little old Chuckie can only take so much!" The children giggled.
! Another puppet appeared. She had a girlish figure and a red dress. Her name was Carrie. "But Chuckie! I'm sure these kids had a great day, today! Like me! Today, I caught my very first fish with my papa!"
! "That's very nice, Carrie!" Chuckie proceeded to yak, but behind him, another puppet appeared. He seemed soaked and old. Not as pleasant as the other two. His name was Jason. Jason slowly moved towards Chuckie. Chuckie suddenly felt a presence behind him. The puppet turned and screamed in fear, "AAAAAAAAAAAGGH!!!". The children laughed. "OH! Jason! You scared me!"
! Jason moved back a bit, and didn't say anything. Carrie tilted her head. "It's okay Jason. You don't have to be shy." Jason immediately ran away. "Aw, Jason come back." The kids looked for Jason curiously.
! Chuckie sighed. "Jason scares me sometimes."
! "Why? Jason is our friend!"
! "Yeah, but he's always so quiet and weird."
! Carrie tapped Chuckie on the shoulder. "And you're always loud and obnoxious!" The kids laughed loudly.
! "Oh yeah! Well you're always such a know it all!"
! Carrie nodded. "Yeah, but we're still friends, right?"
! "Yeah! That's true!" Chuckie twiddled his little hands. "Okay, maybe I was a little mean to Jason."
! Carrie turned towards the kids. "And Jason is our friend right!?" The kids called in agreement. "That's right! Just because you don't understand someone doesn't make them bad! Unless they're Professor Freddy!"
! A tall and strange puppet appeared. "Hello kids! Do any of you want to come with me? I'm going to a fun place!" The kids started to hiss.
! "NO!" Carrie somehow stomped her foot. The puppeteer seems to have a strange control over his puppets. "I don't go with strangers unless my mommy tells me otherwise! Don't make me call my mommy!"
! "NO! Not Mother Angela!" The kids started to giggle as if they knew what was coming.
! Suddenly, a puppet resembling a muscular woman came to stage. Angela proceeded to scream at Professor Freddy. "Are you trying to take my baby!"
! "Madam! No! I'm just trying to…."
! "TAKE THIS!" Angela punched Professor Freddy, sending him flying across the stage. He screamed all the way. The children laughed wildly.
! Chuckie turned to the crowd. "Wait a minute. If I'm correct, I heard it's someone's birthday today!" The kids hushed and all looked at one girl.
! Carrie spoke out. "That's right! Would Salsa please come to the front of the stage!" A young girl rushed toward the puppets with a huge smile on her face. "Hello Salsa!"
! Salsa smiled. "Hello Chuckie and Carrie!"
! Chuckie started bouncing. "Boy do we have a present for you!" Behind the curtains, a shambling figure slowly limped toward a shelf. He grabbed something from it and let a string grab it from above. Chuckie continued. "And now, here it is!"
! In the center of the stage, a small, cloth doll resembling a smiling cat slowly lowered down to the stage. Salsa grabbed it and proceeded to hug it. "A panther? My favorite! How did you know?"
! Carrie laughed. "Heh heh. That's cause I know everything." The kids giggled. "Now, who wants to..~" Carrie's sentence was cut short by gunfire. Citizens began running across town. Children were grabbed by their parents as everyone sought shelter. Salsa turned towards the puppets and waved goodbye as she was carried away by her father. The puppets waved back.
! People huddled in the houses surrounding the puppeteer's hut. Despite the chaos, the puppets stayed on stage. Chatting with one another. As they continued to talk, the source of the gun fire came into view.
! A small band of raiders marched into the town. Five to be exact. Each armed to the teeth with machine guns, pistols, and machetes. They fired bullets into the sky, as to scare the people away. They moved towards the town center, where both the granaries and the puppeteer's hut both stood.
! The leader of the bunch, a middle aged man wearing silver rimmed glasses spoke up, "As of now, we are guests to your kind and humble village. I welcome myself. I am Kenneth Oliver." He took off his sunglasses. His dark skin gave contrasted to his piercing bright eyes. He gave a hospitable stare. "As guests, we demand food. My men have been wandering for days."
! People huddled in fear. Parents clutched their children closely. The village elder did not watch the raiders with fear, but quietly watched the puppets moving around. It was as if he were waiting for something to happen.
! "We will be taking your food. Both for now and extra for our trip home." The leader gave a crude smile. "We're going to be needing some help carrying our supplies, so we'll take some of your children." The villagers started to whisper to each other in fear.
! One of the raiders leaned over and spoke into the leader's ear. The leader smiled. "And we'll be taking five women of our choice with us as well."
! Suddenly, Chuckie spoke up. "Aww, but won't the men feel left out?"
! Kenneth turned, raised his eyebrow, and laughed. "What is this shit? A puppet?"
! "Sir. I asked you a question."
! Kenneth immediately pulled out his pistol and shot Chuckie. Carrie immediately turned to Chuckie. "Oh my! You shot Chuckie! That wasn't very nice!"
! Chuckie immediately got up. He had a hole through his wooden skull. "I'm okay, everyone!" Kenneth shot the puppet again.
! Carrie turned toward Kenneth. "You're a jerk!" Kenneth proceeds to shoot Carrie. Kenneth laughs. As Kenneth put his gun away, another puppet came up.
! "Idiot!" Kenneth immediately raised his gun and shot that puppet. Upon shooting that one, two more appeared. "IDIOT!" Both puppets spoke with different voices. He shot both. Suddenly, the stage started to flood with puppets. Dozens of them. All of them chanted, "Idiot!" as if they were singing a song. Kenneth lowered his gun with annoyance.
! "Hey!" He turned to his men. "Go in there, and kill whatever piece of shit is doing that!" Two men slowly marched into the hut. They kicked down the front door and immediately barged in. Kenneth turned his attention toward the villagers.
! The village elder tilted his face down and gave a small prayer. In his words, he did not fear the fate of his people, but the fate of those two raiders. Kenneth continued speaking, "Now then..." Before he could say anything else, gunshots were inside the hut. Kenneth turned toward the hut with a smile. However, the gunshots were joined with the screaming of both men. Eventually, the gunshots stopped and both men stopped screaming.
! Kenneth waved his other two men to follow him to the shack. He knew something was wrong. Both men followed. All three stood at the front door. Kenneth's two lackeys moved ahead and stood in the doorway. Suddenly, wires shot across the room and grabbed both men. They fired their guns, which were quickly pulled away by the wires. Kenneth's men were dragged into the abyss of the shack.
! Kenneth grabbed a flashlight and looked deep inside. No one was there. The area behind the stage was empty. Not even a puppet. Kenneth readied his pistol with flashlight at hand and slowly entered the shack. The villagers knew he would never return.
! Kenneth called out to his men, but no one responded. As he wandered, he stopped at a strange shelf. On the shelf sat four dolls. One doll, a girly one with bright pink hair, sat peacefully surrounded by flowers. It was as if the doll was continuously cleaned and taken care of. One shelf down, a blue doll resembling some sort of creature. Little care was taken of it, but it was still somewhat clean.
! The shelf below had a red doll, similar to the one above. However, the doll was in pieces. Its left arm was gone, and half of its face was missing. But then the bottom shelf had the scariest case. A doll covered in stitches. Several daggers surrounded the doll. It was as if someone would continuously stab the doll, but sews back shut. Most of the doll was hard to identify, except the dolls face and hair. It seemed like a blonde woman. Kenneth couldn't tell from so much dirt.
! Kenneth immediately turned around. He could see a red light in the form of a small dot across the room. The dot slowly turned larger, as if something was approaching him. He lifted the flashlight toward the dot. Kenneth could get a small glimpse of the creature. All he could really see was his teeth, bare without skin or mouth. Before he could see anything else, the flashlight was pulled away by a collection of strings.
! Kenneth aimed his pistol and shot directly toward the creature. The bullet pierced the creature’s skull, but the creature moved on. Before Kenneth could take another shot, the strange wires than grabbed the gun from his hand. The wires carried the gun, turned it towards Kenneth, and shot one of his kneecaps. Kenneth fell to the ground.
! The creature quietly spoke. "If I could die, I would have killed myself long ago." Wires grabbed Kenneth, pushing him forward. The wires forced him to sit on a chair in the middle of the room. The creature stood behind him, forcing him never to turn around to see his face. He made Kenneth focus on a stage in the opposite side of the room. Lights shined on the stage.
! His four men stood, being supported by wires. All four of them were dead. Their eyes, rolled back from their struggle. Bruises around their neck from being strangled. Blood pouring from their mouths, and yet their mouths could move. They could move as if they were alive, because the wires, all pouring out from the back of the creature...the puppeteer, were using their corpses as puppets themselves.
! The corpses danced all together in perfect synch. Jazz music poured from a nearby record player. The puppeteer laughed to himself. "Such a wonderful show, isn't it?"
! Kenneth shook in horror. "What have you done?" The puppeteer put his boney hand on Kenneth's shoulder. "What kind of monster are you!?"
! "I'm a monster created by men like you. You showed me no mercy, so why should I show any of you sympathy." The puppeteer used his wires to bring Chuckie forward.
! Chuckie spoke to Kenneth. "You stripped him of dignity in life, why should any of you have it in death?"
! Carrie was carried over and spoke as well, "These people struggle everyday just to try to survive, and you come here expecting me to allow you to just take whatever you want?"
! The puppeteer used his wires to grab a doll. The doll from the bottom of the shelf. The wires carried the doll next to the puppeteer. "What's that mother?" Kenneth could get a small glance of the doll, covered in stitches and now with a new dagger in it. "You don't want me to kill him?"
! The corpses of Kenneth's men fell to the ground. The wires abandoned every puppet in the room, except the puppeteer's 'mother'. The room fell silent. "You turned me into this....horrible monster....I was your science experiment. I was your creation. I was your greatest project... And none of those were because I was your son! It was all your pathetic brilliance of bringing the dead back to life." The wires started to crush the doll. "Mother...the dead....should stay dead."
! The wires immediately began to strangle Kenneth. "Kenneth...tell my mother what I said...tell her in the deepest pit of Hell." The puppeteer held his 'mother' at hand. "I have no intentions of seeing you any time soon, mother. I've sent a messenger for you." Kenneth struggled and slowly started to fade. "Unlike you, I have people I need to protect. I cannot abandon them." A sudden snap ended that sentence. The snap of a neck.
! The front door of the shack slowly opened. Salsa, the birthday girl, slowly walked in. In an instant, the puppeteer covered the corpses in cloth, killed the lights, and hid in the shadows. He used a few wires to lift Chuckie. Chuckie slowly floated toward Salsa. "Salsa? What are you doing in here? It's your birthday! You should be outside having fun!"
! Salsa tried to look behind Chuckie, but Carrie joined to block her view. "Go outside and have fun. You deserve it." Salsa turned and started to leave. She stopped suddenly, and turned back. The puppets still floated there, smiling. Waiting for her to leave. Salsa started to walk away, until she noticed a doll on the floor. The doll from the top shelf. The pink haired girly doll.
! Salsa picked her up. Chuckie and Carrie flew back into darkness. Wires moved rapidly and grabbed something else. Slowly, a faceless and colorless puppet floated forward. "Can I have my doll back?" The puppet reached its arms out.
! Salsa turned toward the puppet. "Who is she?"
! The faceless doll replied, "She's my sister. And I love her very much."
! Salsa put the doll on the floor and slowly left the shack. The door quietly closed behind her. The puppeteer returned his puppets and dolls to their proper place. He lifted the corpses and used wires lifting meat cleavers to chop them up. He prepared a pot for the meal. He knew the elder didn't need to supply him with meat for the next few weeks now. He had enough meat prepared.
! While preparing dinner, he quietly sat at small work shop. Using his only arm, he lifted a note stating a date, the name of a child, and a type of toy. "Three days from now....Kyle....he wants a toy elephant". Wires poured from his back and started building the birthday present. He stood up and sat in his favorite chair, where he'd ponder what tomorrow's puppet show will be about. A few wires quietly repaired Chuckie and Carrie from the gunshots.
! While working, wires lifted the doll of his sister. He brought towards his hand. "Sister...this is the only way I can redeem myself. I was supposed to be there for you...but look what I've become..." Wires put the doll back.
! "I'm so sorry...You can never see me like this..." He slowly nodded off to sleep. Though in deep slumber, his wires continued to work at normal speed. He didn't want to stop protecting these people. He didn't want the show to end. He didn't want the curtain to fall.
! The show must go on.
Chapter: "Destiny of the Pet"
! Chapter: "Destiny of the Pet"
The Chosen Ones Trial
! Her surroundings were grey. A pale mirror of reality, fractured by chaos of Him. She had to find him. Ridley would save her from this nightmare, but purgatory has no direction. Natasha hid inside an empty swimming pool. She could hear Carrion outside, flapping her massive wings as she searched the roof of the school. Natasha climbed out the pool, and ran straight for the nearest door.
! The school hallway was empty, as it should be. Only the dead would linger these halls, and no dead soul would even consider getting close to Him. Her wet, bare feet allowed for quiet movement, and her plain and white, summer dress kept her hidden amongst the grey.
! Countless doors gave her countless options, but the she knew that she wasn't alone. She could hear the scrapping of Exodus, scrapping his metallic needle legs against the floor as he walked. She rushed into a nearby locker room, just as Exodus' horrid, horse like face peered into the room.
! Natasha was greeted with tears of a familiar creature. Carol sat quietly on a locker room bench, to mourn. Carol held her baby tightly, crying while the baby remained silent. Natasha walked across the locker room, knowing Carol would not touch her. Carol is not of the Chosen Ones. She is an specter created by the human fear of loss. Should any living or dead soul cross Carol's path, she would relentlessly scratch them into pieces. And God help whatever poor soul gets too close to Carol's baby. Luckily for Natasha, she is neither dead or alive. Carol has no interest.
! She stepped quietly into the next room, the gymnasium. She was only greeted by the room's massive size and intense silence. Natasha had attempted to escape before. She could never get far enough from the Chosen Ones, especially when He knows where she is at all times. It is unknown whether He lets her escape for His own entertainment or simply neglects her.
! Natasha sat in the center of the gym and cradled her eyes with her hands. "Ridley. Where are you?" Her meek voice left no echo. "I need you. I don't want to do this anymore!" She started to cry. There was no hope in her escape, and she knew it. Her tears, however, were interrupted by the sound of a violin being played. She froze, afraid to look. All at once, she could hear the sound of voices, rapidly chatting. She immediately darted her eyes to her surroundings. Everything had changed.
! No longer a gymnasium, the room she stood in shined of bright gold. Standing around her, beautiful men and women danced and laughed happily. She spun, as the room and the ambiance swallowed her sorrow. She knew it was a lie, but it was a wonderful, beautiful lie. She ran around the ballroom, laughing with the people she passed. The chandeliers spun with her eyes, and the music waltzed the crowd into a stupor. It was ecstasy.
! The crowd froze, as a triumphant horn blared to prepare the stage. Everyone turned toward the stage. The room began to flood with feathers. Divine and glowing feathers flew across the room like snow. She smiled as tears shined her eyes. The crowd scattered, and left her in the center of the ballroom. A man walked toward the center of the stage. He was beautiful. His long white hair framed his perfect face. His faint eyes looked as if he were in tears, despite the contrary. His faint smile expressed his joyful return to his true love. Ridley lifted his arm out to the ballroom, with his hand reaching for Natasha.
! Natasha watched with amazement. Could it be that she had finally found freedom? Had Ridley finally found her? She knew it was a lie, but believed it was the truth. She lifted her arm to reach for Ridley. Before taking a step, she felt an arm grab her shoulder. Natasha turned.
! A young man held her shoulder firmly. Short and messy brown hair rested on his scalp, and a mask of endless gold hid his face. She could only see his eyes. His worried, pain filled eyes gave her warning. She knew he was right. Everything was a lie. It was too perfect to ever be real. The young man noticed her stare of pain. With an understanding stare, he let go of her shoulder. She turned back to Ridley. He still stood there, smiling.
! Natasha, no longer smiling, walked towards her love. She knew what was going to happen. It didn't feel real. She grasped Ridley's hand. It felt like his hand. She kissed his lips. It felt like his kiss. He whispered into her ear. It felt like his voice. Natasha hugged her lover, and he proceed to return the hug. Once their embrace connected, Ridley's wings sprouted from his back. The millions of divine feathers began wrapping around the two and their embrace. For two seconds, she felt safe.
! In an instance, he vanished. The millions of feather covering them fell to the floor and the surroundings returned to the familiar, bleak gym. The feathers drifted off. She knew He created that image. She looked around, assuming that either He or the Chosen Ones were waiting inside with her. No one was in plain sight.
! However, a drip of water fell from the ceiling. Natasha looked up. Trinculo hung on the ceiling pipes. He stared down at her with his sadistic smile and red irises. He started laughing uncontrollably, summoning the other Chosen Ones to the gym with his laughter. Trinculo swung himself on the different pipes of the gym and got himself onto solid ground. He didn't chase after Natasha, who stood in the middle of the feather pile, defeated. Instead, he sat on the floor and proceeded to clap with his feet and laugh at her failure.
! Exodus slammed the gym door open and proceeded to let out his horrible neigh. He charged at Natasha, screeching on the floor as he ran, and proceeded to whip her. With every strike, he forced Natasha to stare into his horrible, wide and empty eyes. However, his attack was cut short when a window smashed open inside the gym. Carrion slammed into the window and got inside the gym.
! Exodus stepped away as Carrion swiftly landed in front of Natasha. "Did you think you would escape?"
! Natasha did not speak.
! "Must I eat your eyes for you to see your own stupidity? You belong to us, Natasha." Carrion placed her right talon on Natasha's throat. Natasha still would not speak. Annoyed, Carrion tightened her grip. Natasha shook, feeling herself suffocating. She would not die, so such a death did not phase her.
! Trinculo's laughter continued the entire time, until he noticed a familiar sight. And there He stood. Uriel. His red armor bleeding fear. His faceless helmet staring at Natasha. "Carrion. Please. I need to speak with my pet."
! Carrion turned toward her master, and moved away from Natasha. Exodus bowed in fear. Trinculo stopped laughing.
! Uriel approached Natasha. "My love. Do you realize how much I love you?"
! Natasha would not respond.
! "I don't do this because I hate you. Don't you understand Natasha? You are my favorite toy." Uriel dragged His sharp gauntlet across Natasha's cheek. "Anyone else would wish for such treatment from me."
! Trinculo laughed. Uriel turned His head toward Trinculo, stopping his laughter. Uriel turned back to his pet. "Don't you understand? I remove your bones so I can watch you struggle to move away from the insect swarm. I remove your eyes and watch you wander a maze of fire without sight. I remove your voice and listen to your silent screams as I feed you to Styx." Natasha cringes at her memory of being eaten by that hound, countless times.
! "You are special my child, and thus, you deserve special placement amongst the suffering." He caresses her hair gently. "The angels and demons of Heaven and Hell are lost. They search for their God they never knew, and yet, don't even realize that God is waiting to arise anew, here in Purgatory. Pathetic fools."
! Natasha finally spoke. "But the Creator created even you."
! "Don't preach me of creators, pet." He grabbed her small head between His gauntlets. "Your Creator placed you in this situation. Your faith lies in nothingness and a being who will never come for you, Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory. We are all abandoned, pet. Understand this now, and you'll soon accept me as God."
! Small footsteps echoed throughout the room. Uriel turned at the sound. "Belia? Are you in here?"
! Belia lowered her veil, disposing her cloak. She could be seen by all. Her skin, covered in black, rotten spot, hides her true, unmatched beauty. She quickly rushed toward Uriel, and hugged his waist. "Uriel. I did what you told me to!" She groped his armor closely, embracing it to fulfill her lust. "It seems the demon of Hell have interest in some young boy."
! "Belia. Do not interrupt me."
! "But Master. Raphael has spoken to the humans in person!" Belia stressed, out loud to herself. "I saw it myself, I…" Uriel threw her across the gym.
! "What did you say?" Uriel turned her attention toward Belia. "Why would a demon, let alone the current Satan, speak to the human race?"
! Natasha neglected the discussion and immediately rushed toward a nearby fire exit. Uriel knew of her escape, but made no attempt to stop her. Before any of his minions attempted to chase her, Uriel ordered them to come to him.
! All Natasha could do was run. There was no hope in her steps, but she ran. As she ran, she could hear the screams of the dead. She managed to run outside of Uriel's influence and managed to find the dead humans of the world trying to find their way to Heaven or Hell. They could not see Natasha, but Natasha had no intentions to confront them.
! Her relentless running led her to a massive church. The architecture brought fear to her soul. The massive windows made the building look like it were made of ice. She sought shelter inside, no matter how pointless it was.
! She had never been inside a church before. The sight of a statue of Jesus Christ crucified startled her. She gazed at the statue in fear and awe. She didn't understand who has was, but she felt sympathy for him. "We still haven't figured out who sent him." An unfamiliar voice spoke up in the room.
! Natasha turned in fear. A voluptuous woman stood, staring triumphantly at the statue. Her seductive make-up and clothing made Natasha realize she was speaking to a succubus. "You're....a demon. Why are you here?"
! "Not even the angels of Heaven were able to explain Jesus Christ. None of them sent him. Same goes for many powerful religious symbols of the human race. This era of humanity has most certainly been interesting."
! "Are you saying that the Creator had a hand in forging the human race's religion?"
! The succubus flashed her eyelashes. "Child. The Creator had a hand on this planet, and we didn't even know. We are so blind to say that the Creator does not exist, and yet, he stands around us and watches us."
! "So....he is real?"
! The succubus gave a concerned look. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." She changed pose. "I am Lilith. You are Uriel's pet, yes?"
! "How did you..."
! "Hush. Time is short, and I must give you a message." Lilith put her hand on Natasha's shoulder. "I need you to have faith. Many of Uriel's minions were created and made into the monster they are because they believed in him. Do not believe him. He speaks nonsense and lies!"
! "Are you trying to destroy him? Please help me escape! I can't take this anymore!"
! "Listen to me. I can't help you escape at the moment. But, I need you to serve a purpose." Lilith reached into her pocket and retrieved a music box. Opening the box, the box played a soft and kind song. "I need you to remember this song."
! "That's it? How will that help me at all?"
! "Hush! Take the box with you, and listen to it whenever you can." Lilith gave her the music box. Natasha tried to take the box, but Lillith tightened her grip. Natasha looked at Lilith in the eyes. "Do everything he says, but believe nothing. Listen to this music box as often as you can, and realize who you're true allies are. Only then will Ridley come for you."
! "What! You know about Ridley?" Lilith suddenly faded to dust. "No! Don't leave me!" The room was quiet again. She was alone. Frustrated, she didn't understand what the music box accomplished. However, in the first time in centuries, she felt hope. She had a possible chance to break free. She opened the music box. The song continued to play, as the tiny dancer spun inside. She smiled and felt at peace.
! Uriel's footsteps echoed the church, but Natasha made no movement. "Who were you talking to, my pet?"
! Natasha looked up. "Jesus Christ." She pointed to the statue.
! "He has no interest in you. You're not human." He walked toward Natasha. "I need you to do something for me, my pet." Uriel noticed the music box. "Where did you get that?"
! "I found it here. On this bench." She closed it. She felt fear, as she felt Uriel's cold stare. "Can I hold onto it? Please?"
! "Why keep such a useless trinket?"
! "Master, I will happily do whatever you wish of me and give my entire faith to you, if you let me keep this music box."
! "Why would have any interested in......Very well. You may keep the music box." Uriel placed His hand on her cheek. "But first, can you smile for me?"
! Natasha gave a beautiful smile. Her hope and freedom shined behind that smile.
! "You're smile is divine my pet." He suddenly grabbed her jaw. "I wish you smiled more often."
! "What is it you wish of me, master?"
! Uriel looked deeply into her smile. He grabbed her jaw, and forced her to make a bigger smile. "You've just given me an idea for a new army, and a plan."
! Natasha could sense the other Chosen Ones surrounding the church. Carrion's wings flapped around the church. She had nowhere to run, but now, no reason to run. In her hand lied her possible freedom. Hope had been revived, and the beginning of a new war has begun.