HEREEE'S BLACKWOLF! Hmmmm...doesn't have the same ring huh? Oh well, anyway I'm back after being gone for such a long time I have come back with...this. I must say I completely dove into a new realm of writing here for me at least I'm not the best and forming emotional connections. This is a turntable throughout not making me a happy camper but even so the writing will be better from her on out!

Thank you to the multiple reviewers!

The three exorcists were beyond confusion, nothing left? Lenalee's features were torn as the new information tore through her head, missing? No,… dead? Lenalee seemed horrified as this registered . "Uh, what do you want us to do?" Lenalee said confused. Masane seemed to glare at her, the previous tears disappearing. "Depends, does your boss offer that option?" Lenalee gave a sad smile, Masane nodded in agreement. By now the other exorcists had gathered including Cross.

You going with this? The Witchblade questioned. 'Maybe, some of them seem like they don't want to be here. Maybe they're forcing them to stay?' The Witchblade snorted preferring my original idea of tearing through the place and escaping.

"You," I shoved a finger in Crosses direction "You said you were at war for some great cause." I said walking forward "Why is the ferret running operations and keeping you pinned here?"

"Ferret?" Marie questioned unable to grasp the analogy. I ignored and continued to glare at Cross hoping to get an answer, though still infuriated by his betrayal. The green haired girl was the first one to speak up. "We have Innocence, so we are technically the Order's" She said solemnly. It was my turn to snort in disgust, "How in the hell does that work?" I said surprising the exorcists who had that feeling drilled into them since the beginning of coming to the order. "You're human beings, people don't own you like slaves!" I said annoyed. Ironic hearing that from you. The Witchblade interjected in my thoughts, I quickly ignored

"Innocence is the Order's" Cross said. "It choses whomever it wants and may those be cursed" he Continued lighting a cigarette. I scoffed in amusement 'sound familiar?' I shot at the Witchblade, it hissed in response.

"What's funny?" The white haired one asked interested. I smiled and flexed my arm bringing the metal tendrils to the surface of the skin. My arm was now bear; I assume that happened when I was half shifted. The exorcists' eyes were set on my arm as the gross looking tendrils were now visible. Moving like vines underneath my skin, agitated at me for suddenly moving them "One of the Cursed, Eh?" I said to Cross as I saw the weasel approach.

"Yo!" I said waving my hand towards the man tromping down the hallway. "Fine day huh?" As he approached his glare got more intense.

The large group of exorcists seemed to freeze unable to understand what they should do. While Rouvelier was 'boss' they couldn't help but feel attachment to the strange woman who had a more twisted version of Innocence.

"Link," The red clad boy threw out multiple papers which attached themselves to my Witchblade covered arm. I didn't feel a difference 'Feel anything?' I whispered in my head having a glaring contest with the weasel . Nope, slips of the paper don't do much to affect me. 'Should I act?' I was still glaring at the weasel who seemed confused that I hadn't screamed or fallen over. Nah, I say keep them worried and let them know that they can't control you. These people like control. I was confused until the Witchblade suddenly acted out and shredded the papers covering my arm with the blades wrapped around it. The red clad boy seemed unnerved by the ordeal, but he wasn't as shocked and the weasel beside him.

Now that I had I closer look at him he seemed more like a blonde Hitler. It just didn't have the same ring as 'Weasel' I was also rather unsure as to whether people in this time period knew who Hitler was. Me and 'Weasel Hitler?' continued our staring match. The Witchblade was right, these people lived off control, and they were practically frozen when they realized they didn't have any. I couldn't help but smirk, though I made the mistake of taunting. "So? What are you going to do? I plan on walking out." I said jarring my thumb behind me. The Weasel continued to glare the stoic boy beside him kept still not speaking or showing emotion.

"While your power is impressive, I feel that you have underestimated the Black order." He said with pride. The Witchblade tensed and so did I. I subconsciously slid into a fighting position and gave a slight growl. 'Stupid Witchblade' I thought inside my head, it tried to quickly retort when someone came flying at me. I quickly dodged flipping backwards and transforming half-way through the flip. I bounced back on the unbalanced heels, Weasel's eyes widened now that I was in full form, again. I looked at my opponent annoyed that it was a petite girl with pigtails and wearing the same disgusting black uniform. She had strange eyes and facial markings much like mine.

I made note that there were a row of red clad men with strange masks pushing the exorcists out of the large corridor. I made an incomprehensible and guttural grumbling noise. As the situation looked like a wild animal had broken into the house and the parents were trying to shoo away the kids before they disposed of it. The girl looked fearful of me, like she had no intent to fight me. I glared and snarled pulling back my lips, to show a sudden growth of fangs and tongue piercing. She flinched but held a fighting position, and then looked above. 'Newbie,' I thought. I rolled forward to avoid a large man from landing on me. I swung my sword around to bat him away with the large metal weapon. He stepped back enough just to miss the blade, I noticed that he was fearful as well, and that he wasn't taunting before he was honesty so slow that he was nearly hit with my blade. I growled as I realized that there must be two more hidden as they were fixing to surround me in a square. I looked up to find them, firing off their hiding spots from the walls like rockets. They were two teenage boys about the same age as the samurai who tripped me before. 'This is bad, kill them and get out' I growled in response, scanning the four surrounding people. 'They don't want to do this, they're children forced to. I will not kill them because they were forced to do something.'

They Witchblade roared in response, annoyed by my unwillingness to kill. It hadn't had its way with me since it had been dragged to this dimension. It wasn't able to kill either, the monsters in the village not near enough sustaining for its killing intent. It was time to teach the human a lesson. Just then the tendrils hidden in her arm suddenly moved and tried to make their way further up her arm. 'Have fun'

I gave a sudden blood curdling scream, as they tore their way through the muscle in my arm and tried desperately to get past the dense shoulder blade. I screamed in agony as they thrashed in anger forcing their way through my joints and bone. My vision was burry as I hit the ground using my claws on my left hand to claw them out and rip off my arm. The pain a dull scratch to the unimaginable pain ripping through me. I kept screaming even as someone grabbed my face and waist pulling me closer to them. Trying to grab my left hand to keep me from removing my pain filled appendage. I was crying and screaming and writhing as the Witchblade breached my shoulder and made its way to my right lung. I screamed again in agony and horror. 'YOUR GONNA KILL ME! STOPPP!' I howled within the empty confounds of my head. Another few hands grabbed at me trying to keep me from injuring myself. I felt smaller needle like tendrils slowly weave their way through my lung. I howled in frustration and screamed "JUST REMOVE IT!" I howled in pain "TAKE THE WHOLE ARM! JUST GET IT OUT!" I felt the arms holding my back release me, I heard the faint and familiar noise of a gun being unholstered. I then heard an ear drum splitting gunshot and scream.

The pain that hit my shoulder was a slight ebb compared to the unexplainable torture that had happened moments before. I hissed and grabbed at the hunk of flesh missing from my right side. I gave a happy smile. 'That was easy.' I thought inside my empty and inhabitantless (?) head. Relief came over me like a tidal wave, it was short lived. 'What was?' It gave a dark chuckle. I was about to sob until the pain ripped through my stub of an arm again. I suddenly thrashed as the tendrils shot brutally into my shoulder, blood loss shaved away only a small amount of the previous pain. I screamed again as their intention was no longer to go further but bury itself into me so it wouldn't be so easily removed next time. I was grabbed by the shoulders and forced down as another bullet ripped and the wild tendrils. Not making as near as much damage before, I screamed as they made their way to untorn and untortured flesh, securing itself to me. The tendrils quickly buckled and dragged my arm back to my body. As soon as flesh and flesh touched the glove like Witchblade shot around my arm and completely covered my sore and defenseless arm. I began to fade the blood loss reaching my brain and body, draining the energy from me. I faded into a sweet oblivion.

A black place, there was no color no sound. Just a quiet oblivion I rested peacefully in this floating darkness. I heard a sudden hiss jarring me from the peace. I whipped my head around trying to find a source and or purchase of ground.

"Where?" I asked helplessly into the oblivion. There was a single cry, a female's. I was stuck in place as I had no way to move forward. Soon after there was a symphony of cries all female, then shouts of dying wishes in many unknown and forgotten languages. Arms sudden grabbed my boby and pulled me to them. I screamed and thrashed in retaliation only to suddenly stop as a ghostly voice spoke into my ear.

"Oh, God. Have mercy on the new host of this demon." I was frozen as I heard this, it didn't seem directed at me but the message rang clear. For good measure I heard another voice "PLEASE HAVE MERCY! I DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO BE KILLED!"

I shuddered and the hands released me leaving me in yet again soundless oblivion. I felt as if I were ripped apart, the message rang true. Damn thing, it shook me to my core. If I refused to corporate it would kill me and fuse itself to another only to drain their life and kill their surrounding family and it would continue until it found someone like me wiling to comply with its blood thirst.

A laugh sounded through the blackness as I was pulled into reality.

I let out a tortured groan as I moved in the uncomfortable sheets. Then ripped from my sleepy awakening as pain shot up my arm. I hissed and flipped to a more comfortable position, pulling my groggy eyes open to look at the scared and tortured flesh of my right arm. If the cracked china scars were not unattractive already, then the large claw marks all over my shoulder sealed the deal. I absently traced my left hand over the twisted scar that lend over my shoulder, were my arm was blown from its body. My scars faded after a bit, like the cracking ones, they were only a light pink barely noticeable to the glancing eye. But I wasn't sure if these would fade as they were a bright irritated red, bulging from the previous wound. A grimacing reminder of my short freedom.

My eyes glanced around the room bored taking in the lavish surroundings slowly. I was in what seemed like a canopy bed. My eyes continued to travel until I found the petite girl from before sitting on a couch, staring at me intently with worry. I tried to form a hello then gave a dry cough as my throat felt like a desert. She immediately shot from her seat and brought me a glass of water. She passed me the water and I nodded my thanks. I fumbled momentarily as I was using my left, and then downed it gladly. Pouring half of it on my face as I made no movement to seat upright. I moved to return the glass to her and then realized she had shot to the other side of the room. 'Still fearful.' I grumbled in my head. I moved from my comfortable position to put the glass back, as I leaned on my bad arm I fumbled and dropped the glass, breaking it. The girl stared at me shyly, confused as I was that I had just 'dropped' a glass that I was holding in my hand.

I tried to move myself upright and flailed as my right arm didn't move itself under me. "A-are you Ok?" The small girl whispered across the room. I nodded and focused on moving my arm. I tried to ball my fist, my fingers moved in a half motion and twitched back in place. I began to panic as I tried to lift my elbow and the muscles only twitched and raised from the bed about half and centimeter. I growled in annoyance and slammed my fist on the lame arm, I roared in pain. "! #% % " I warbled in the bed flailing, kicking the sheets off me. I cursed internally at my stupidity. 'Great, a useless limb that is painful' I sarcastically thought in my head.

The girl across the room had a sudden realization and shot from the room leaving the door open for me to see the two guards outside the door. They looked curiously in and whispered to one another as they saw me awake. Both of them left, I assumed to tell higher ups. I grumbled and lifted myself from the bed with one arm, The other one lamely following along. I could use my right shoulder though it was painful to move it so I didn't know its extent. As soon as I propped myself up a familiar man made his way through the door. He looked at my ragged state, and withheld comments.

"Cross" I said hotly using the backboard for support, gripping it tightly. "What," I paused for a moment thinking over my question. "How" I sighed, changing my question deeming the other was dumb "How long have I been passed out?"

He continued to stare at me as he helped himself to wine. After he had his full glass in one had he removed the cigarette he had in his mouth with the other. "A night" He said quite focused on my reaction. I wasn't all that surprised, that's what It felt like. I looked around the room for any indication of the time. "4:00" he said with interest.

I tried moving from the bed, but nearly fell out to find that my feet were chained to one another. I glared angrily at the cuffs then Marian. "Hey," He said putting his hands in a mock gesture. "You're the one who attacked first." "No I wasn't!" I shouted moving my legs to the side of the bed while still balancing on the backboard. "Tell that-that" I struggled to come up with a proper name "HIPPIE! To not use random seals before asking!"

"I will keep that in mind" The blonde said peeking into the room. I growled instinctively in annoyance though I was not using the Witchblade. I tried to hide my useless and paralyzed arm. I was internally questioning why I was acting so feral, hiding obvious hinders in defending myself and snarling at insults. I slid off the bed withholding a yep as my legs threated to come out from under me. The blonde was still wavering in the doorway. "What?!" I snapped.

His eyes lazed over in my direction. "I am supposed to bring you to Rouvelier for questioning."

"Well great!" I snapped across the room "Might go faster if my legs weren't chained you dumbass!"

His gaze went from me to Cross reading 'Do something' Cross gave an annoyed expression to me as if it were my fault that they were the ones who chained my legs together. "Besides why chain my legs if I can cut them off with my hands" I hissed. He stood there unmoved and said "As you will understand it is rather unhelpful to chain a paralyzed arm." I froze. 'He knew?' My thoughts went to the girl when she rushed out before. 'damn' Cross gave me a concerned look as I waddled over to the stone idiot. "What're you looking at? Ain't you ever seen a cripple?" I said in mock reassurance. "Let's go Two Spot!" I said finally coming up with a befitting name.