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 Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:52 pm
Seeing Dustynn walk away from the graves, Olan quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind. He wasn't exactly sure if the gang leader was still aware of his presence, but perhaps he shouldn't try to find out.
As soon as they got to the parking lot, surprise and a bit of fear attacked Olan's heart as he saw a monk with what may be a bat in his hands. He had never expected a monk to be carrying a weapon. Actually, he thought monks were against violence and threats.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:11 am
Dustynn twirled the stick around in his hand, flipping it up and catching it as it fell. The monk only glared at the young gang leader. "I'm telling you... I have to come here. Otherwise, my mother is going to haunt me for the rest of my life." Dustynn muttered, finally catching the bat and sticking it against the monk's forehead.
"Besides, I got my boyfriend here who needs to go home now. He's got strict parents and a curfew. Let's move it." Dustynn nodded in the direction of the church. The monk grabbed his stick, which he only got back because Dustynn let it go, and disappeared into the dark room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:35 pm
Olan watched as the obviously annoyed monk disappeared, glad that whatever had been going on just a few moments ago was over. As much as he wanted to leave this place, he wouldn't move until Dustynn would. It just seemed to be the most reasonable and polite thing to do, especially since he wasn't sure what to do next.
There was a slight fluttering sound above and Olan looked up. There was a pure black butterfly that he had never seen before perched on a tree branch. Its head was perhaps facing him or Dustynn and it seemed very intent on watching them. It also seemed to be very possessive of its spot, for the blowing wind couldn't even shake it off the branch.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:15 pm
Dustynn straddled the bike, kicking the stand off of the ground and leaning it into his leg. He followed Olan's gaze, which landed on a pure black butterfly. A black butterfly? Demitri.... Dustynn thought as he let out a low whistle.
"C'mon Olan, let's move it before monk boy calls security." The purple haired boy muttered, roaring the bike to life.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:56 pm
Olan didn't waste any time mounting on the bike and waiting for the gang leader to leave the place. For some reason he felt like a faithful dog or something. It wasn't really bad, but it just made him feel a little weird.
Unconsciously, Olan fingered the silver locket around his neck. He wanted to open it and look at the family picture inside it, but he sure he wouldn't have any time to look at it before Dustynn departs. Maybe he would have to wait until they return to the hideout.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:11 pm
The bike lurched out of the lot, smoking a bit as Dustynn banked a turn and pushed off of a wall that he came so close to crashing into. The purple haired boy was so sure that he had freaked Olan, but he kept on looking forward. That's when he remembered, Olan wasn't wearing the helmet, was he? Instantly, the young gang leader pulled the helmet off of the handle bars, which he had unconsciously left there.
"Put this on. Someone's gonna see you if we go too close to the main streets." Dustynn called over his shoulder, holding the helmet out to the younger boy behind him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:31 pm
Olan had panicked when the two of them almost crashed into a wall, and he would have screamed in terror if his voice hadn't been taken away. His eyes were tightly close so he wouldn't see the damage that had never been.
It wasn't until he heard Dustynn's voice that Olan reopened his eyes and took the helmet from the young man's hand, immediately putting it on. Though he wanted to, he didn't bother to ask whether or not the gang leader needed one as well, since it was most likely that he wouldn't have time to look back, read what Olan was trying to say, and answer the question. Besides, Dustynn probably had a reason to not wear a helmet.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:08 am
As they sped by into a darker section of the alley, a leaping flame caught Dustynn's eye. In the distance, a black and red flame seemed to be leaping out of some of the alleys, and the purple haired boy felt eyes watching his every move. So, the demon had decided to come on out again? Or was his eyes playing tricks on him?
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 10:46 am
Olan tried not to think about the flame that appeared or the strange presence of someone watching them. It was probably his imagination or something. Even if it was the Demon, he won't be able to do anything to them anyway. That is, unless he got help from someone who wasn't afraid of Dustynn.
Usually when there was a Demon, there would be many with him. There was probably at least a few that don't fear Dustynn, so then Olan wouldn't be safe anywhere unless he knew what those other demons feared.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:40 pm
Dustynn was getting annoyed by the licking flames leaping out at him. They were making driving difficult, since he couldn't focus on the road, and they were beginning to touch the gas tank, which was even worse since the two of them would blow up if the flames ignited it.
A figure loomed up ahead, and the flames seemed to die away a bit. The young gang leader skidded the bike to a stop and kicked down the break. He pulled a gun out from his back pocket, and pointed it at the figure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:59 pm
Olan braced himself for an explosion that never came. The heat of the flames seemed to die away and there was a dark shape in front of them. The shape was a little familiar, but since the allyway was pretty dark, he couldn't tell who the figure was.
The environment seemed to remind him of the ruins of the Twin Towers, where he never found the bodies of his family. There was fire at every corner and dark, unfamiliar shapes. The figure in front of them seemed to resemble one that Olan had always kept his distance from. It was just a strange aura that scared him at the time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:13 pm
The demon? Possibly, but Dustynn wasn't going to take any chances. He fired a few shots at the figure, but none of them seemed to make impact. That was weird, Dustynn was one hundred percent sure that he had fired them exactly on target.
"Olan... Run." Dustynn whispered quietly. "Drop the helmet and run as fast as you can back to the church. Don't stop, and sit by the grave of my sister, not my mother, got it?" Dustynn asked, not turning around and trying not to move his lips as much as possible. The figure began to move forward. "Go!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 10:01 pm
Though Olan wanted to protest, his legs suddenly caused him to sprint toward the exit of the alleyway. The flames leaped in front of him in an attempt to stop him, but for some reason they died away just as he was in front of them. It was as if someone was trying to help him escape.
There was lactic acid burning in his legs as he ran, but he still wasn't able to stop. He had lost all control of his body and all he could feel was fear, panic, and pain. Despite not remembering the direction of the church, Olan somehow was able to make it back and he sat by the grave of Demitri just as Dustynn had told him to.
There was a terrible guilt in his heart for leaving the gang leader, but what could he have done? Some kind of force had turned his body into a robot of some sort while his conscious mind could only watch. Now, he was safe, but Dustynn was back at the alley facing the figure that could possibly kill him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:02 am
Black eyes looked down on the boy sitting on her grave. A boy with white hair... such an odd color... and such a baby face as well. No wonder Dustynn was in love with him, he was strangely... mystifying. Demitri slowly descended upon the younger boy, lightly touching his shoulder. Her finger was already to her lip in a "sh" motion. She was going to protect him, just like Dustynn said. But now he was vulnerable, since she wasn't protecting him like she usually did. Now the demon wouldn't be afraid...
Dustynn felt the presence that he had had with him all his life since the accident leave him in an instant. Demitri had gone to protect Olan, moving the flames, and bringing him back to the church. It had all worked out perfectly. But now, he was probably going to die. The demon turned it's eyes upon him, but didn't say anything. Was it going to advance on him, or not?
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:08 pm
Olan was a bit surprised when he felt something touch his shoulder. It wasn't long before he saw Demitri-san floating there. There had to be a reason as to why she was here. Maybe it was because Olan was sitting on her grave, but she didn't seem to be perturbed about that.
The Demon cursed under his breath as the child ran off. The presence seems to have followed the kid and so that makes him impossible to approach. His bodyguard, however, is a different thing. Without warning, the Demon rushed up to the pest, taking hold of his throat.
"Piece of sh*t, don't you know how much trouble you have caused for me?" he growled tightening his hold. "I should kill you, but I won't. As I have seen, that boy has taken quite a liking to you, so maybe you are useful after all." All the while as he was talking a plan had been forming in his mind. This bodyguard would perhaps be able to lure the boy, but now he would need to figure out how he would be able to get rid of the protective spirit that was with him.
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