Disclaimer: I'm MISOGIRL!!!! Not Daisuke Moriyama . . . as usual.
Author's Note: Well this is a new concept story for me, crossover. I really love the darkness of SH games I've played over the years. I wouldn't say I'm an expert at paying them but . . . watching me play them would be very amusing.
MisoGirl: PH!!!!! He doesn't show up yet.
Shader: Calm down there girl. Why are you starting this now anyhoo?
MG: Why not now? LW is going to end anyway, a its sequel (witch doesn't have a title yet) going up soon, and LOTS is still . . . I just got it.
S: Just now huh?
MG: yup . . .
Chapter One
Her Appagamento
It all happen about half to a month ago. An unavoidable fire destroyed the local hospital, so natality the Order lend it support as a temporary base of operations. Most of the severely injured hade bin transported to surrounding infirmaries. The rest were with minor injuries, a broken bone or hight fever or something like that. The lest favorite patients were the mentally ill among the youths. Even if the doctors there said on more then one occasion that nearly all dangerous were transported to other hospitals. The said ill were easily spotted by their over excessive cleanse-ness, odd rocking on anything they can get their hands on, or their even odder jerking head/eyes and the inability to control their own limbs.
Wile everyone else was assisting in there own way Ewan was deep in thought and still in shock of what happened the latter night. There he was calmly walking back to his sleeping quarters with is tired burnt out eyes, and calloused fingertips from handing out mission so feverishly to all available militia earlier. Within is sleep deprived state the young minister some how wondered to the chapel instead.
Groaning the man turned intend to leave but his already sore eyes were startled by the vison of the bright red cladded, resident devil. The two stared at one another for a time until the small demon flashed his purl-ly white fangs at the bulgur colored haired priest. "Looks to me that we're in the same pot. . ." That statement probably made less sense than sweeping with a hairless dog to anyone else, but to the duo young men with thick black bags under their eyes made more sense than a cat eating fish.
"You're not the one to show loss of sleep." Remington's attempt to strike up some sort of small talk to keep himself up long enough to get to his bed.
"Not when Rosette makes a scene trying to get donations in the middle of the road at hush hour." The little one stated. The two were too tired to even laugh at the humourist memory/picture in his mind's eye.
The two young men wondered down the hall together yarning for their beds. Then suddenly the young devil stopped. He stared out the window the faced the women dormitories. His crimson eyes shimmered in the light of the moon and stars. Something unseen shined beneath the light in his orbs, the priest couldn't put a name to it but it was still there in his demon's colleague's eyes.
"She's soo close." Chrono whispered in a dreaming voice. "Maybe. . . just maybe when her family is restored. . . we can start a new." He finished in a wispy voice. Before the minster could say a word of question the demon flopped to the floor and was out like a light.
He can't remember anything after that but, it still bothered him. The small devil head wasn't in the right place, half babbling in dreams. Ewan cracked his back and stretched his arms to get the blood flowing before he succumbed to sleep. Again, just like yesterday he was exhausted before the day was even half done.
The priest rubbed his swelling eyes and once upon finishing he spotted the every devil carrying a large box of crayons. The man approached him curious of many things. "Aren't you supposed to be with Rosette right now?" He asked.
"She's in the Chapel with Azmaria till noon." He replied. Seeing the man's crayon blue eyes fall upon his package. "These are for the crazies."
"Don't call them that. . ." Remington groaned. He being a priest of the cloth felt some sort of compassion for the lost soles. he was about to lecture the demon but got inter upped. The doctor's assistant was screaming about something he lost or missing. "Excuse me, but what is this about?" Ewan said as he approached the tow men, as the little demon handed the crayons to a patient, not half a meter away from the three.
"It's nothing Father. He just being panicky." The forty year old doctor answered. He turned back to his assistant, "Look she just wondered off. She always does that under the drug."
The young man in his twenties shook with frustration. "That's why I'm freaking out here." He then pulled out a needle fill to the top with a murky translucent substance. "She's not under yet." The man hissed.
The doctor froze, the priest raised an eyebrow, the nurses dropped all their equipment, the ill started rocking faster with wide eyed fright, and Chrono just blinked. "Nurses." A dark flat voice came from the head doctor. A young woman approached him. "Calm the patients down wile Dr. Trudy look for her." He said in a military typ manner.
Then the two sped off. Ewan looked at Chrono and he looked back, both shrugged and followed. When they caught up which was ease since they were walking now, Remington grabbed the head Doctor's shoulder. "What is this about?" He asked calmly. "Who are you looking for?"
"As far as we know, she's a Jane Doe. She is highly unstable and will attack if someone tries to stop her." The other man answered.
"What?! You said the dangerous ones are gone." The demon blurted out loud, attracting the attention of a girl near by.
"I said almost all of them. She just gives you the hibby-gibbies when she's satiated. . ." The doctor answered.
The eavesdropping girl fell out of her stupor and ran over to Remington. She waved her hands and started to pant fiercely. "Lisa?" Ewan raised an eyebrow at the dirty-blond.
"Father!" She panted out quickly. "Father! There's something weird happening to the Chapel. Things are moving and morphing and grass is grow on the floor." The priest raised a hand to calm the babbling girl, but she grasped it in her's. "It's all happening because of that demon mummy girl!!"
The four men just stared at her, halted in there search. The older medical professional man snapped their fingers. "That's our Jane Doe!" Then he ran off towards the Chapel.
"What?!" The youngsters blurted at once.
The younger of the two doctors chased after it superior. "But sur, Jane Doe can't do that. . . can she?"
"Highly doubt it." The elder said dryly. "But that is our 'mummy-girl'." He tuned to the young assistant.
Hurrying up the stone stairs, the younger went, up to the large cherry wood doors of the Chapel. Stumbling on the last fue steps, Remington flowed far less clumsily and pushed the heavy door open. He jumped upon seeing Remington as if first noticing him.
He placed his hand on his shoulders. Remington looked at him as if the assistant sprouted a third and fourth head. "I think it's best if you don't come with."
Ewan shrugged him off and forced the door open. "I'm a priest and an exorcist, so I've dealt with worst than a simple lost sole." What he entered was not the Chapel he knew. Indeed the hardwood flooring did look like grass, but it looks more like someone hade glued a number of splinters right up. The benches were covered in what appeared to be vines that were just burnt. He could still see the glowing red veins creeping along plant and slowly dying. The leaves already ash and smock in the air.
"Glass?" Ewan heard behind him and raised an eyebrow. He turned to face the young doctor's assistant, whom followed after him. The priest turned his gaze at was the young man was focusing so hard on. It was in fact a flower witch was losing its petals rapidly. Not only that but it was true to the man's statement it was a glass.
In fact, they were surrounded by the glass blossoms. All in all assortments of different colors, and losing their quite pretty little petals. As they all softly falling like crystal snowflakes.
Something is amiss. Thought the young priest. There was not sound of the glass braking or hitting the flooring beneath their feet. His cloudy shy blue eyes peered down at the floor. Puddles and splatters of blood lined the entryway. The thin sheets of glass seemed to automatically turn to blood as they touch the floor. Splattering it on their shoes and the hem of their pants.
"Ow . . . " A whines were heard by a familiar voice, Azmaria hade large splinters in her palms. Rosette was at the time pulling them out with her un-gloved hands. The two girls looked over at the men that just entered, and the devil on the stairs just outside. Azy attempted to smile to look much stronger, but her red rimed peachie pie eyes killed that effortlessly.
"All the beauty is dead and gone. Just as the dusk and dawn." A drone out voice rolled jaggedly over the air around them. Over at the other end, kneeling beneath the podium was the 'mummy girl'.
Indeed she appeared to be just that. Adored in the bandages that suited a severe burn victim. Her purple toes and fingertips were splintered and bleeding. One finger was skewered right through. She was hunched over away from Ewan, he could see she was weak and tired by the way her shoulders slumped down. Long curling orangie, pinkish hair fell over her head. She shuffled and moved sluggishly as she muttered under her breath.
Remington stepped forewords slowly between the pews, the grassy splinters crunching under his feet. The young lady tuned her head, observing the demolished surroundings. Her hair still hid her face from him, but one of her eyes turned and focused its natural glaze on him. "I see . . . " She whispered. "The reason why all of it is gone . . . " The woman stood up in a way that she was suspended in water or hanging on wires.
With a bloody shaky hand and an equally bloody crocked finger witch she pointed at the minster. "YOU did this." She hissed at him, her voice thick with hate and the urge to kill. The woman spat out some more insults and rambled on in Latin. There was malaise that hung thick in the air as she spoke like a woman scorned. The sound of rusted metal hummed all around the tainted room.
Then, suddenly, her accusing arm was grabbed and pulled to the side. It was like right out of those surreal cartoons the played before the big picture. The doctor had her arm and injecting her with the strange murky drug. "Told you shouldn't come Father." He said calmly.
Just as he was just starting to pull the needle out, her arm jerked foreword and her hand clasped his chest. With little too no effort the slender woman lifted him one handed. She stared at his shocked face for a moment as her bleeding palm stained his coat. Then discard him by effortlessly throwing him out the gaping doors, hitting Remington in the process. The two were airborne and almost cleared the stairs, the men hit the last five, give or take a step.
Ewan groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows. Seeing that he rolled further than the other man, who was using the stairs to prop himself up. He heard Gilliam and Grace flowed by hospital personal. Words were a buss in his head . . .
Chrono thanked his shortness for once in his life time. The two flown just high enough that it was simple for him to dodge them. The little albino girl came crawling out crying and weeping, flowed by a hushing Rosette. The devil couldn't see very well with his red, puffy tired eyes, but he felt whatever was happening was demonic. Its aura was pulsing over his skin.
Adrenaline now pumping though him from his need to protect his contractor and little friend. The young lady steeped outside, hands and feet bleeding as her eyes were hidden by curtains of ocean peach hair. This woman's aura was strange to him. At some points it was demonic at the others it felt like a very angry, very violent Rosette on steroids. But mostly it was empty.
She turned her head too then, one eye peer out from behind a stringy, curled mesh of adoring coral. The little devil stood defending in front of the girls. The half-focused leering eye was flat, dark and slit pupil, with a tad-it-tail sign of demonic possession.
Then something happened that made his breath hitched in his chest. The only pupil he could see, the cat like aperture soften, and rounded out. The harsh iris smoothed to a mochaccino, to a sweet honeysuckle color that shimmered pampered pink.
For a moment they stayed like that, the demon staring at the hollow vessel filled with conflicting forces. Jane Doe, as she is called, neither stared, or leered, or looked at him. It seemed she observing a scene that was and was not there.
A grunt and a moan, and it was over (whatever it was). Her eyes returned to a dark chocolate, shimmering rich ruby red with snake like pupils. Her head jerked back, to leer down the stairs, as if her puppeteer tugged on the string too hard. The woman's skull began to flop from side to side, as if the neck was filled with liquid. Her eyes feel upon the needle still in her arm. Turning her head like a animal observing week old rood kill. Slow and slang-key as a ophidian her hand came up to the small thing in her limb. Firmly grasping the glass tube in her fingers she pulled on it with great speed played out in slow–motion. Eerie crimson rivers crept along translucent skin and stained the torn cotton. She removed it from her wrist and casually dropped it. Then shook her hand of blood and tinny shards of glass, as if it was just water. When done of shaking the hand came back to the thin ruby line on the arm. Digits snuck under neath the skin and push the bleeding muscles aside making the sounds of minced meat being patted around. The sloping, sucking meaty sound stop and a definite, loud cracking popped was heard. Not a whimper, grunt, or scream of pain echoed in the air from the frosty lips of the one that done the actions, nor from the ones watching except Azmaria's.
Gilliam knelt down next the his friend. The young assistant was up and on his feet, used to being knock around by uncooperative patients before. Still a bit dizzy he stumbled and sat down next to the flowerbeds. His head now quickly catching up, Ewan shook his head and batted his ear like it was water logged, his perfectly groomed hair now in tangles. He heard a shot but couldn't make it out. His old evening black hair friend jumped to the side. A white flash, and crimson blood spurted from the large gash in the man's arm.
A bleeding hand stained with fresh blood griped the white cylinder that was imbedded in the concrete. Remington's waterbed pools quickly turns and met orbs the color of a dying sunset. Snake like pupils glared at him with deep loathing. Dislodging her weapon from the building material the young woman took a swipe at his throat.
He easily doge the armature's attack. Then his attacker was swept up to her feet. The elder doctor hade her, holding her by the shoulders and was all ready injecting some more of that strange drug into her neck.
Adrenaline cleared his senses and heard the younger of the two physicians tell the elder he all ready did that. He turned and yelled something concern lacing his voice. The young seemingly fragile lady swung her arm with little effort and her doctor hit the dirt with great impact, dropping her jagged weapon in the process.
Then the young woman turned and started to fidget with the needle in her throat. She stared at the little glass and metal tube in her neck and ignored the barrel of Gilliam's gun and Ewan's blade. Battered fingertips coated in liquid ruby slowly curled around the glass.
"Stop! What do you think your doing?!" Chrono call out at the foot of the stairs.
Rosette was unable to fallow him as her hart yearned to do, but she was trapped in the annoying clutches of a whiny Azmaria.
Every onlooker gasped in shock as the phyco with quick movement slit her throat with that vary needle. Blood poured over her bust and torso like gory waterfall pulling at her feet. She dabbed her fingers over it like a jeweled neckless. She looked eyes with the heads of the Order, her eyes piercing right through them all. "Ruinosus aduro mihi?" she asked with a deep echoing voice.
The demon took in a sharp breath and said something under it.
Then, out of the blue, the phyco's eyes clouded and changed color. They went so pale in color the irises appeared white. Her skin paled as well, to an porcelain doll complexion. Her knees buckled and she began to fall backwards as he spine curved to the side. Her bleeding arm flopped down above her head. The young woman laid there, legs twisted about, arms stretched far from the body, and her wounds bleed crating a pool around her.
The large crowd gathered around her wile still keeping there distants. The only ones the ventured nearer than they were comfortable, were the doctor, the two male exorcists, the midnight wine emblazons haired devil, and the two girls. Rosette was just a few steps behind Chrono, still being clung to by the slightly less whiny but still annoying Azmaria. The doctor shook some pebbles from his hair and rubbed his swelling face.
"I didn't expect her to that strong." The medico said as he checked his pulse.
Jack Gilliam's jaw dropped at the flat tone in the physician voice and words. "Are you mad?!" The San Francisco priest almost bellowed. "This is a classic possession I have ever seen." He continued in a hush whisper.
"Hog wash, and horse feathers. There's no such thing." The older male stated as he brush some dirt off his shoulder. "This is just simply a severe trauma case."
The Order's militia didn't know wether to laugh or to vomit. Sister Kate shook her head to jogged it back to life. She ignored the two men in a silent stair down with each other. "Chrono. Do you know what she just said?" She asked in her usual professional voice.
Still in a confused state, wether or not be insulated, the little devil answered. "Well, to put it simply . . . she asked if we were going to burn her." He said taking his gaze off the two men.
"Burned?" The doctor gasped. He turned on his heels and knelt down next to the collapsed girl, and gently placed his hand in-between her shoulder blades. "Is that what your trying to tell us? Someone hurt you or someone close to you?" He said sounding like her grandfather.
Opaque gem colored, curly strands wafted off her face and the wind blew by. Her pale sky mist eyes stared blankly at her dancing curls. "Weapons can be turned." She said loud enough that everyone heard.
His eyes glazed over. "Well . . . that's lovely to know, but that didn't the anser question."
Jack exhaled a heavy sigh. "Let's just do a dive and get this over with." He half grunted, half snarled.
The doctor stood up and started to shoot a protest at the 'Witch Doctoring' as he calls it. A wet, sloppy, ripping sound vibrated the air of the convent. They all turned to wards to sound. There in the air, was a porcelain hand holding a clump of hair and still bleeding scalp. Girlish screams filled the air, as she discarded the mech and ripped out a new one from her head.
"I do wish you would stop doing that." Sighed the doctor. She sat up and began feverishly rubbing the ground with a bloody meshes.
It seemed as if someone pressed the mute button as every thing went into slow-mo. Chrono stood there watching the back of the girl who rubbed and slammed her fist down onto the ground. Then as the nurses took her away, wile pressing cotton in an desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. The bloody patch was immediately being washed.
The demon tilted his head a bit to the side. It look almost like a demon. He squinted his red ruby eyes. Their right in front of him was an image. It was a demon partly open and closed around a second figure. It appeared that the two were holding something together, but it was washed away before his eyes could of studied it any further.
Blood and water ran like rivers of tears. As if the blood painting washed itself away by it's own tears.
FIN
PREVIEW!!!!
It's not that usual when everything is beautiful
It's just another ordinary miracle today
The sky knows when its time to snow
You don't need to teach a seed to grow
It's just another ordinary miracle today
Life is like a gift they say
Wrapped up for you everyday Open up and find a way
To give some of your own
Isn't it remarkable?
Like every time a raindrop falls
It's just another ordinary miracle today
Birds in winter have their fling
And always make it home by spring
It's just another ordinary miracle today
When you wake up everyday
Please don't throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
Cause we are all a part
Of the ordinary miracle
Ordinary miracle
Do you want to see a miracle?
Its seems so exceptional
Things just work out after all
It's just another ordinary miracle today
The sun comes up and shines so bright
It disappears again at night
It's just another ordinary miracle today
It's just another ordinary miracle today
MG: OKAY that's all folks!
S:hides in the closet and sucks on a pink bunny's ear
MG: Am I the only one here that likes graphic, disturbing horror?
Rusty: purrr...
MG: Thank you Baby-kins. kisses
R: R&R