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Lizz picked her way though the New York streets. She had finally made it here, or well... Almost, it was close enough. She needed provisions and this town had supported millions of people of late. She would be able to find gasoline, and food. The blond wore a black hoodie, the hood pulled up almost covering the top part of her face, she also wore mens jeans that were clearly a bit large. On her back was a hiking backpack and it was half full of who knows what.

The kid picked though junk and debris... She was looking for something, anything useful but so far was only finding trash... That is until she found a Motorcycle, a Harley to be exact. It was just under a pile of rags and junk! The girl cleared the stuff off of the bike and smirked. she loved these things. Carefully she mounted the beast and.... THRUMMM. It came to live beneath her The engine was loud but she was in working order and seemed to have enough gas to go somewhere.

The hipster chuckled and hoped that she found more gas soon because having a bike would make travel a lot less painfully slow.

"Isn't it strange that there would be a motorcycle, gas and all so perfectly covered up and hidden from view?" Zacharious asked Lizz as he approached from behind her, "I don't think that belongs to you." Zacharious was a little different from most anti-sin, when everybody else completely reverted to human form, he kept a more sin-like body, dark, almost purple skin and long black hair with a silver tuft in front. His eyes, however, had reverted back to thier origional blue. He had also kept his Sin armor and eyepiece, the armor signifying his past as a Souldier General and the eyepiece to cover his empty eye-socket from when he lost an eye under Pride's command. The reason why he hadn't reverted back is, he assumed, because he had pride in how he looked, the fact he had overcame that obstacle should be portrayed for all to see, not as a "hey look at me" but as a "It may be difficult, but it is possible. I managed others can too". Either way, he hoped this girl he was approaching wouldn't be too freaked out by his appearance.

((Hello dragonhealer, too bad Forgotten Tales died, but I plan to restart it here so let me know if you want your division back.))

Cali looked out the window and was surprised when Dante managed to reach the ground unharmed. "He's on fire?" although she probley shouldn't have been too surprised by that; after all Willow, Svend and her had seen him engulf his entire hand in flames eariler.

Zacharious glanced back at Lizz, "see, told you." He then turned back to the newcomer and smirked, "no need to get all fired up, I was just trying to help. But if you want to know about the armor, I WAS a souldier general once, it is a part of my past therefore it is a part of me. I wouldn't be who I am now if I had never been who I was then, therefore it is a momento of the past, a peice signifying the progression I have made through this life. Now if you don't mind my asking, who are you?" Zacharious knew from a glance that this man was an anti-sin, wrath he assumed, it explains the fire and the hot-headedness. Of course, he would probably react the same if anybody tried taking Shatterheart, so he felt the reaction was not completely ill-founded. Nonetheless, he was no fool and his right hand clutching Shatterheart's grip and left hand dangerously close to his hidden magnum. Trusting people too easily cost him his left eye, a mistake he would not make again.

"Lord give me the strength to defeat the darkness.."



"Willow there will be a day when you must stand alone." The memory was blank and only she could hear the voices."But Daddy..who will hold my hand?" he sighed. "No one wants to hold your hand willow. Your too different.." "I Know I am daddy..I know.."

"Daddy.." Willow sat upright shaken by her haunting dream. She was still wrapped in Dante's jacket. But even it had lost it's warmth. She rubbed her eyes and despite being healed before her body was bruising from the earlier conflicts. Seeing that the others were busy she stood up and quietly went down the hall to the bathroom to do her buisness.

She left the bathroom stall and slid out of Dantes jacket. She bent her head over the bathroom sink and washed the dirt and blood out of her hair. She continued to clean herself up and dried her hair with the paper towels. It worked and her hair curled as it dried. She looked to herself in the mirror and realized she didn't recognize herself. She slid Dante's jacket back on over her stained white blouse and torn jeans. His jacket was the only thing really keeping her warm.

Drip...Drop....Drip ...Drop Willow left the bathroom and went down the hall further, alone. She had a feeling that something was going to happen. Or that something was down in the last room in the hall.

''meow" The sound echoed in Willows ears. She followed it to the last room in the long hallway. She walked in the room alone and bent down on her knee's to the white kitten. "Hello Kitty" she yawned gently and rubbed the kittens head. She picked her up and held her to her chest. Smiling she went to stand up when something caught her eye.

CRUNCH...slllkkk . Something was eating. She looked to the kitten then slowley turned her head to the left corner of the room. Hunched over a dead body was a souldier. A hungry one. It stopped its eating as if planned and turned its demonic face towards Willow. His golden eyes looking as if it just found a new meal. Willow took a quick gasp and tensed. "lord help me.." she whispered. "Please help..." She held the kitten tight.

"Now..." Dante grabbed the handle bars of his Harley and walked it inside, parking it near the entrance. "If you're looking for shelter, we've got some a couple of floors up but don't expect getting a lot of food." He climbed the stairs, disappearing from view. "If my bike isn't there when I come back, I'll hunt you down like dogs."

Dante finally got to their camping ground when he realized Willow had gone. "That girl's starting to be a pain..." Sighing, he searched the halls. He found her clutching a cat in her arms near the bathroom entrance. "There you are. Don't disappear on me like that." Dante heard a groan and saw the hungered souldier slowly making his way towards them. His eyes narrowed and his hands lit up. "Stay behind me."

Lizzy had scampered back a few yards when the man with flaming hands fell from the sky and shouted at her. She made sure her hood was pulled forward hiding her features. But his power scared her... He seemed incredibly strong and she didn't want to deal with that. But then again... He was offering a safe place to stay for the night and she hadn't had a real night's rest in days.

"I'll take you up on that offer... And Thanks."

When he lead then up the stairs into the building, and then left them in that room with the warm fire Lizz yawned and sat down not far from the warmth. She took her backpack off and laid it down so that she could use it as a pillow. It really wasn't long before she was asleep, her face still covered with her hood.

"Lord give me the strength to defeat the darkness.."


Willow managed to hold on to the cat, Dante and grab her bag on the way out. Things were happening so fast. She saw the new girl sleeping and made sure she was up before Dante dragged her out of the building. It was collapsing because of her. Their first safe spot was ruined because of her.

Getting out of the entrance she helped Dante move his Harley out of the way. They all manuvered far enough from the building so they wouldn't get hurt. Willow was even more scared. She was scared of herself.

"Dante..I'm sorry..I'm so sorry" she looked at the back of his head and then to her own hands. She had placed the Kitten on top of her backpack that was by her feet. This was the second time she enhanced someones powers as they used them. She couldn't stop "This is all my fault.." she was half tempted to leave the group and let the souldiers have her in fear that she would kill them all.

"God what have I done..." she was shaken up again.