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"You son of a b***h!" Screamed an armed barbarian.

A tall thin man stoud over the bleeding savage with a cold look in his eye. His hair was long and black, wich matched with his midnight clothes of laether. Two black angel wings sprouted from his back. He held two black katanas, both covered in blood.

"This is why I am the angel of death" Kusef said.

A scream could be haerd over the sluaghtered mountain village.

"They're starting to get restless" The mysterious being said, after changing back to his regular form. The snow was deep, and the cold was intolerable. Somehow, this man was bearly affected.

He had been traveling around Gaia, bored out of his mind. His other forms being also bored, somtimes had enough energy to take over. It was getting quite out of hand for him.

A few days of traveling got him to a desert, and then finally durem. The city was the same as always, exept this time it was snowing. With a large amount of speed and agility, he leaped from rooftop to rooftop, heading to where he was once a year ago. "Maybe the spirits are a little more restless now, that would be some fun all my forms would enjoy" The weird male said, starting to run once he was out of the city.

Screech! A taxi pulled up to the desolate gates, stopping rather abruptly as if the driver were unsure of his destination. However, moments later, the car's back door opened, revealing a high-heeled, black leather boot. Slowly, the boot grew to become an olive-toned left leg, followed by its twin. Piece by piece, this half figure emerged into the sunlight: the figure of a teenage girl.

This girl cupped a hand over her forehead, blocking out the sun as she surveyed the building. A look of recognition crossed her features, but the look could only be coincidental. This girl could never have before stepped foot upon the grounds of Jekyll de Hyde.

A former inhabitant of the abandoned theme park might have found her vaguely familiar. But surely, the girl they would recall could not be this same youth standing before the gates. For starters, she was much too old. From the looks of it, she might have been eighteen; in reality, she was perhaps fifteen or sixteen. Her hair was several inches too short; its razored, spiky edges did not even grace her shoulders but rather collected around her face and neck in layers of fringed strands. In the gleam of sunlight, mahogany strands took on a much redder hue. A pale pink, tattered skirt graced her hips, met at her waist by a black tank top; this ensemble was unlike anything the former girl would wear. Still, she fit rather neatly into the scene, almost as if she belonged on this sunlit drive, in this abandoned park.

Regardless of who she was, this young woman certainly knew where she was headed. After retrieving a series of bags--and a rather large trunk, as well--from the taxi, she strode up the path with an air of purpose. Oddly enough, this large array of heavy items followed, literally floating mid-air. The girl hardly seemed to care.

At last, the click of heels stopped. She now stood before the grand doors to the theme park's hotel. Without hesistation, she pushed the doors open and silked gracefully within, her little 'entourage' following in her wake.

With a wry grin that caused her still-youthful eyes light up cheerfully, the girl announced her entrance, "I think I'm a little late."

She brushed a strand of reddish hair behind her ears, allowing her left earring to show. This jewelry bore testament to her identity: a golden piece, red at the bottom, in the shape of two cherries. It seemed that Cerise Amour had returned to the one place she still truly considered home.

"No I haven't!" Cerise cried indignantly. The prospect of changing was a new one to her; she truly detested the idea of 'growing up.' "I just cut my hair, really--plus I've got a few new...talents. And Cherry! Cherry, Cherry, Cherry!" She winked, flashing the elder girl a peace sign. "It's nice to see you, Eliza."

Of course, there was much to be said, much to be done, and at the moment, Cerise was merely wasting time. She snapped her fingers, causing the line of bags to come to a crash behind her. "I'll deal with those later, I suppose. I've nearly forgotten which was my room..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, drawing her into a memory.

"Oh! There I go again, spacing out! Ok! Here's the deal! I had a dream that I was s'posed to come here. Several. They weren't all fun, but, well, I wanted to come 'home', anyway. And I consulted my every source: tarot cards, tea leaves, the stars. I even read my own palm! This is where I should be, I think." She looked rather sure of herself, in that cheery, confident way. "And so I've come back. But, oh, Eliza! We have so much to do!"

She had been about to elaborate, but out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention at once. "My floor!" Cerise gaped at the dismal condition of the wood paneling she had tried so desperately to keep waxed and shining. "And the walls! I can't believe this place is so screwed up... Never mind, Eliza! I'll talk to you later! I've got to clean again, I guess."

Without another word, the brunette folded her hands across her chest. She shut her eyes for a moment, concentrating. As her eyelids flew open, so, too, did one of the six bags crashed behind her. From within this casing, a mop, broom, motley of sponges, and jar of soap emerged. "I can't believe that the first thing I've got to do is clean... Well, better make the best of it. I'll have to do most by hand, though. I can't set that many actions at once...." she murmured to herself.

Cerise casually waved her left hand behind her, sending the mop off to do some minor scrubbing. She dropped to her hands and knees, donning a soapy sponge. Without looking up, she continued speaking to the woman on the stairs. "Oh, right! I forgot! What I have to say is actually important, imagine that. But first things first, why've you come back?" It was best to have a story to measure alongside her own.

As the mysterious being reached the gates, he simply leaped over them, his figure soaring towards the hotel wall. He landed on it nimbly, then shifted the gravity around him. Now that he could walk on walls, he headed to the roof. On his way there, he noticed two auras in the lobby. Funny, I thought some of them stayed...What's more surprising is that some came back The male thought, stroking his chin with his gloved hand.

One of the auras was obviously Cerise. He never forgot names or people. Though, he didn't recognize the other female, though she seemed to be chatting with Cerise as though they knew each other.

He dissmissed the issue for now, putting his two arms behind him and marching up the wall. His white spikey hair did not direct itself to the ground, since the gravity shifted all that was around him. Not like vampires, they walk on wall and their hair still goes to the ground.

As he jumped from the wall to the roof, the gravity shifted while in mid action, resulting in him smothly landing on the surface. he had done this several times, not to mention he never got rusty in any technique he used.

His grey dul eyes looked at the park from the top of the hotel. The haunted mansion's barriers were horribly weak, and most of the rides were fully built. Seems that more spirits were there than last time, seeing thousand more dead auras all over the place, but bearly any were at the lobby.

The weird man's curiousity grew, knowing that this time he would be one of the first here, he wouldn't be ignored as much as he did last time, not too mention some of those pests weren't here yet. The situation looked rather better for him than last time.

The strange man saw a small figure moving, and some strange sounds eminating from it. He focused his hearing, and came to the conclusion that it was the sound a cow made. He then focused his eyes, and his sense of auras. It was the stranger he felt from before, that was talking to the pinkish one.

The mysterious being smiled, thinking of why she was so close to the cemetary. His other senses were picking up something guiding the girl, she wasen't exacly alone.

With a wuick movement of his legs acting like springs, he jumped up, and practically flew towards her with the help of the wind. Manipulating your weight was quite useful for him. Then, when he was close enough, he flippped in mid-air and altered his weight yet again to a higher level.

The cement cracked as his knee landed on the floor, his hand came soon after for support. The thud could be heard from a few good meters, wich would probably cath the attention of the girl, just about twenty meters away.

Eliza's brilliant green gaze shifted from the cemetary to the loud rumble to her left, a delicate brow arched in curiosity. Had it not been for the distraction, she surely would have crossed the physical boundry of living area and dead. In fact, the faint and pathetic 'MoooOoooo...' of one slipper had been drowned in the sudden rise in volume that sorrounded the area. What the hell had that been, an earthquake?

Instead of a gaping hole that opened to the mouth of hell, Liza was greeted with the form of a being she had never met before. Why had the girl pegged the man as a 'being' rather than a man? Despite the not-so-recent discovery of her heritage, Miss Sommers had a strange knack of seeing into the soul of people (some would say it was simply the awakening of her third eye)-- and in this man's case she saw souls.. lots of souls. "And would you suppose to know what it is that is so urgent in this place?

Well, she had to ask *somebody*, no?

The perplexed look on her oval face vanished as her lips curled into a broad smile. Footsteps resumed, this time directed toward the man before her, a slender hand outstretched.

Moo."I apologize," MooOooo." I am being rather... " MoOooo."Rude. My name is ," Moo "Eliza,"Moo."Sommers." MOoooo.

"But you can go ahead and call me anything under the god-given sun so long as it isn't Lizzie--" Cerise's sudden bubbly appearance cut Eliza short, the smile on her face fading. Realization registered on her face as she gave the younger girl a firm nod. "You're right, it generally isn't safe at this hour.. Shall we head back now?"

((That mooing thing made me laugh! xd ))

The Mysterious male Slowly got up soon after his landing, to hear things coming from two dierections. First wsa the girl he followed here. "It's quite alright El, if you don't mind me calling you that, I can understand you being somewhat rude at this late hour." He replied, shaking her hand firmly.

He then felt the pinkish aura of the woman he had met before get out of the hotel and reach them. She said various comments and some questions to him, but she never let him answer them. Cerise just sprinted back to the hotel before he could say the first word that was supposed to come form his opened mouth.

He shut his mouth, then opened it again at El. "Pretty energetic, isn't she?* He commented with a friendly smile on his face, then started walking back to the hotel. His steps were hesitant, waiting for the other female to follow.