Tarnished Tranqulity (Complete) [Book 1]

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

I plan on publishing it.

[Vatanui AKA Pride]

Good luck.

Are you going to publish it in the near future or a few years later?

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

As soon as I finish proofreading.

[Kuroda Taishi]

Publishing is not that hard. Making people aware that it exists, getting them to read it, and getting them to buy it is the hard part.

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

Yeah, I have plenty of people that I've advertised to who said they'd buy it. And a few who said they would spread the word. =]

[Kuroda Taishi]

If you say so

[Zabimaru]

I never really got to finish reading all of these. I would like to continue.

[Shikamaru Nara]

Copyright and six books? Well done. Maybe I'll read them!

[Jonesy]

Very nice.

[Shikamaru Nara]

I just realized there's nothing in the OP. ;_;
I have to buy them?

[Kreegah!!!]

Yes, Shika. 36 fresh ones for the Trade Cloth. Start saving!

[Bacon]

D:

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

Book reposted.

[Shikamaru Nara]

I'll read this for sure. I'll sub it.

[Devroux]

This'll take forever! Dx

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

You'll eventually catch up. >_>

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

PROLOGUE

Twelve Years Earlier

“Because he is an asshole and someone has to stop him,” the frightened man shouted, dashing through a field of grass with his wife.

Annabelle was a few paces behind him, holding tightly to her baby. “Of course, but why does it have to be like this?”

“The Reaper has allies. We can’t trust someone else with the responsibility of watching Phillip. It’s far too dangerous, Anna.”

“This is our son Henry! I just ... I can't do that.”

“Logic would dictate that carrying him with us is the best option.”

“I don’t buy that crap Henry. We have friends that have the power to protect him. We have allies too!”

“And what will you do if one of our allies turns out to be a double agent? You’d be taking our child to his death,”

Annabelle stopped abruptly. “The person I have in mind is better than that. Cornelius would lay down his life for us.”

Henry stopped and turned to her. "Will he even be around?”

The look on his wife's face belied her determination.

Henry gave her a nod and Annabelle ran off.



Henry ran under a sign marked ‘Hel’s Graveyard’. He saw the familiar tombstones and dead trees. Lightning struck the ground behind him, the force slamming him into the ground. A scythe pointed down at him. Standing over him was a large robed figure and a vicious-looking black German Shepherd.

“Glad to see you again Mr. Pragmer. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t show. Where are the woman and child?”

“They’re getting as far away from you as they can.”

“You disappoint me Henry. They are no safer out there than they would be here. You should know that.” The Reaper sat on a tombstone. “You’ve become such a miserable little man. What happened to the old Henry?”

“I grew up. My stubbornness was foolish. Other people’s opinions are just as valuable as my own.”

“You sell yourself short. I know more than anyone just how superior your opinions really are.  I used to value them so greatly after all.”

“And that’s why you’ve turned into this.”

The Reaper clenched his chest. “Ouch, that hurts Henry. Here I thought we had grown to be such great friends. Since I was wrong, I'll have to take action.”

Henry stood up, brushing his jeans off. “Do what you want. I’m tired of your bullshit.”

“So rude! Oh well, I guess I knew this day was coming. If that’s really what you want, then show me your drive!”

“Gladly”, Henry held his hand upward. A wooden bat with nails sticking out dropped into his hand. He swung it forward as his attack was blocked by the blade of the scythe. The dog jumped at him. Sidestepping, he was able to avoid being bitten and kicked forward at The Reaper’s chest. But his leg was caught.

He fell to the ground with the force from a clothesline. Immediately he had to roll along the ground, avoiding the slashes of the scythe. Kicking upward, he knocked his foe back and stumbled to his feet. Swinging his bat forward, he lunged. A skeletal hand caught the attack in its bare hands.

“We’ve been over this a thousand times Henry. Such weak attacks won’t even faze me.”

“That wasn’t my attack.”

He held his free palm up to The Reaper’s chest as a force of wind protruded, knocking him into a tombstone. The dog pounced onto Henry’s back, holding him down to the ground. It bit at his face a few times, but he was quick enough to dodge them. Picking up his bat, he smashed it into the dog.

He stumbled back up to his feet and turned around. An elbow catching his chest, he dropped his weapon. With a knee to the head, he fell to the ground. His weapon was kicked across the graveyard as he tried to grab it, leaving him helpless. The Reaper pointed his scythe downward, “Henry Pragmer, today is the day your life expires. Is there anything else you wish to say?”



Annabelle slammed through the church doors shouting, “Cornelius, where are you? I need your help.”

She met the gaze of a cloaked man. She held her baby closer. “Who are you? Where is Cornelius?”

“I apologize. Cornelius will not be joining us this evening. He has gone away.”

Annabelle’s eyes widened, “No, you didn’t. There’s no way he’s dead.”

Why do so many people think I'm bad? Must be the damn robe ... I could try dressing more civilized. There's no time now though.[/i] "Cornelius is alive."

“Care to elaborate?”

The stranger sighed. “I needed to get him away from here so I forged a false message from his superiors, telling him he was needed.”

“Is he far - can I wait for him?”

“I greatly advise against waiting. The Reaper will kill your husband unless you go to him. I’m here to help you.”

“Why would you help me?”

“I've watched you and your family. I see the way you love each other and it reminds me of my family. I couldn’t save them, but you still have a chance. If you want that chance though, you’re going to need my help. Henry has been dead for four minutes ago. I will send you back in time five minutes. If you run to him, you should have just enough time to help him.”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“What other option do you have?”

She nodded. She had no argument and she didn’t feel that he was lying. She placed her baby on a pew and pointed her palms at him.

“What’s that?” the man asked.

“It’s a barrier. I didn’t want to have to use one, but there’s no choice now. If you have some ulterior motive, I can’t let you hurt my child.”

He grinned. “Fair enough. Grab my hand.”

She did as he asked, feeling a powerful energy rush through her body as she disappeared. Suddenly, she stood in the graveyard with the stranger next to her.

“Where is my baby?” Annabelle asked.

“Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

“Without you, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. Thank you for that.”

“I just wish I could have been of more assistance.”

The man walked away as Annabelle turned to find Henry.



The Reaper swung his scythe at Henry but was blocked by a knife. Annabelle knocked him down with a knee to the chest. He immediately got to his feet, barking an order to his dog.

It jumped her as she dropped the knife and bit at her face repeatedly, Henry rushed to his bat. A figure emerged from a cloud of black smoke before him, smacking him with the handle of his scythe. With a final swing, the blade pierced his heart; a sick grin on the face of its wielder. Henry's body fell limp as The Reaper stood above him and cackled.

“No!” Annabelle shouted.

She pointed her hand toward the bat. It flew at the dog, knocking it off her. She ran forward, but a head smashed into her chin from another cloud of black smoke. She looked up. Is this really the end? Is there nothing more I can do?

He sat casually on a tombstone, and called to his dog, “Sic her!”

Obeying its master, the animal rushed at her. She held her palm out as her knife flew back into her hands. Stabbing the beast in the heart, it went lifeless. She pushed the dog off and pointed the knife at her other opponent. “This is for my husband.” she sobbed, lunging toward the figure in the cloak.

The Reaper disappeared in a black swirling vortex and Annabelle found herself, once again, in the church with the man who had tried to help her. “That coward, he ran away.”

“No,” said the stranger, “I sensed his life force drain entirely.”

“Then, is he dead?”

The man shrugged. “The only thing certain is that you were unable to beat fate.”



The murders that took place that summer led to rumors, and eventually legends of a serial killer with the alias ‘Grim Reaper’. No one ever got the story right, an none knew how accurate that moniker was.

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

Rewrote chapter 1 this time.


Chapter 1

The Awakening


“Phillip, it’s time to get up,” a woman yelled from down the stairs, “We’ve got a busy day of shopping for school supplies ahead of us. Wake up!”

Phillip, who was already barely awake, responded to his mother’s yelling by grunting and rolling around in his bed. After a few more seconds, he finally got onto his back and looked at the ceiling, when he shouted back to his mom, “I’m going to start coming down right now mother. Just have to go ahead and get dressed.”

Phillip walked to his dresser and violently threw his clothes across the room as he looked for the perfect outfit to wear. After a minute or two of throwing his clothes around his room and making his room all dirty, he finally found something to wear. He grabbed the pair of clothes he wanted to wear, quickly threw them on and then grabbed his wallet. Just as he was about to walk out of his room however, he saw something strange out in the distance from his window he'd never noticed before. Quickly, he ran back to his dresser, opened the top drawer and looked around throughout it. After a couple seconds, he pulled out a notebook, placed it on the top of his dresser and pulled a pen out of a little box on top of his dresser. Phillip placed the pen on the paper and then began to write:

August 1st, 2007
Dear Journal,
I just noticed something strange outside my window
But have no idea what it is, however it looked a lot like a -.

Ms. Pragmer yelled back up the stairs before Phillip could finish writing his sentence, “Phillip, come on. We’ve got to get going.”

Phillip quickly finished the sentence in his journal and then placed it back in his dresser, then placed the pen back in its box. He then shut the drawer and ran to the top of the stairs. Phillip was rather short, but not ridiculously short, considering he was only thirteen years old. In total, he stood at around five-foot-one. His brown hair went down to about shoulder length and his green eyes were pointed at the stairs as he walked out of his room. He had a pretty normal build for his age. He never really got out and exercised much, but even without abs or any hugely defining features, he was still not an unattractive boy, at least. On that day, he was wearing a blue shirt which said, ‘Don’t let your mind wander. It’s much too small to be outside by itself’. As for everything else, he also wore some black shorts along with his plain white tennis shoes. His socks, which were also white, could be seen going slightly above his shoes, up to the lower area of his shins. The boy walked down the stairs and said to his mom, “Alright, I’m dressed now, and ready to go.”

Ms. Pragmer was also fairly short, but not ridiculously short either, for a woman. She was about five-foot-four, and had dazzling long blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her of her spine, which went well with her radiant blue eyes. At the time, she was wearing a white tank top which fit her pretty tightly, as anyone who looked at her could pretty much make out her entire figure. At least she was wearing a little blue bra over her average sized breasts though, as otherwise she would have been leaving little to the imagination. From her waist down, she wore a pair of tight blue jeans, which ran all the way down to her ankles. Over her jeans, she had a pair of black high-heeled boot which ran up to around the middle of her shins, which made her appear about two inches taller. She looked at her son who was about half way down the stairs and started walking out the door, “Lock the door,” she demanded.

Phillip hurried the rest of his way down the stairs and followed his mother out the door. As he walked out, he did as his mother asked and locked the bottom lock of the door. When he turned around his mother had already opened the door of the vehicle, which was a little blue 2004 Ford Fusion. It wasn’t exactly a Mustang or anything, but Phillip loved the car. It was pretty and never broke down on them. Phillip opened the passenger seat door and jumped into his seat before shutting the door behind him. As he jumped in, his mother told him to put his seat belt on. Phillip did as his mother asked and buckled himself in before saying, “I know mother.”

"I’m just making sure son. I wouldn’t want to lose you too,” Ms. Pragmer responded.

“I know mother. Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to go finding ways to get myself put into trouble,” Phillip chuckled.

Ms. Pragmer smiled at him, but deep inside she had a bad feeling Phillip didn’t know what she was saying. She had already lost his father to The Reaper, and every day she feared that he would return and take Phillip’s life. She had lived in fear for her son for many years. While she wanted to be more protective, she also had a hard time saying no whenever her son wanted to do something. She was always worried that if she didn’t allow him to do some things that he would turn into a rebellious teenager. She looked back at him after they worked their way down the road as she had thought up a new subject, “So, are you ready for your first day of High School?” she asked as she waited for Phillip’s response. Phillip was staring out the window at the time, and apparently didn’t notice his mother had asked him a question as he didn’t answer her. After a few seconds, Ms. Pragmer said in a louder voice, “Son, did you hear me?”

Phillip heard her that time as he turned away from the window and then answer, “Oh, sorry, I was just looking out the window at the empty field on the side of the road.”

Ms. Pragmer sighed. "Son, I swear sometimes you just don't listen to me. As I was trying to ask, are you ready for your first day of High School.

Phillip thought about it for a second, but was trying to think of how exactly to answer the question, “In a way I am.”

"What do you mean?" Ms. Pragmer asked as she turned down another road which was lined with houses on either side.

"Well, I’m ready to get into High School at it means I will be one step closer to getting out of school,” Phillip began, “I’m just a little worried is all. I heard that the seniors at High Schools like to spend time picking on freshman. I feel like a bit of a dork too, so I don’t see how it would be any different for me.”

"You are not a dork son," Ms. Pragmer replied as she tried to make Phillip feel better about High School. Simply telling him he wasn’t a dork didn’t help much though.

"Thanks mother, but you’re obligated to say that to me. You’re not a student at my school, so you don’t how I am,” Phillip said.

"I seriously doubt that sweetie and sometimes these so-called dorks are better than they seem, and normally, better than those 'cool' people, don't you remember the story of John Pickett? He was considered a dork in school and grew up to be a famous astronaut. Sometimes being a bit of a dork can actually even turn out to be a great thing," Ms. Pragmer smiled.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing special about me,” Phillip sighed, "I mean look at me I don't have the skills to be an astronaut. I can’t draw a straight line even with a ruler. My grades are pretty average. Nothing about me really stands out. I’m kind of pathetic.”

"You’re not pathetic son, and it wouldn’t mean anything even if you weren’t especially skilled at anything. As long as I’m around, you have nothing to worry about. You can stay in my house as long as you want figuring out what you want to do. You are only thirteen right now anyways, so I wouldn’t expect you to know right now. Remember Matthew 6:21 says that where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. If you store up your treasures for God he will be happy and in the end you will find something to make you happy as well," Ms. Pragmer replied.

"I guess that’s true mother. Thanks for everything," Phillip responded.

She wasn't one-hundred percent sure she got through to him, but decided to drop the subject, "So you want to put on some music?"

"Yeah, how about some Creed mom?" he asked.

"Okay,” Ms. Pragmer nodded as she flipped down her visor and looked for a CD while she stopped at a stop sign. It took her a couple seconds but she found the CD and then placed it in the car’s CD player. They went down the road listening to the music, as Phillip sang the song ‘My Sacrifice’ along with the band.

After about 10 minutes of riding, they arrived at the mall. It wasn’t especially large, but it was big enough to hold all the stores that most people would want. The two opened their doors and walked their way to the front door of the mall after locking the doors to the call. When they walked in they found themselves in a very well organized mall. They stood in a section with four paths to choose from. One side was really short, but much larger than the others in width as it just contained the food court. One side had all your entertainment needs. It had places like FYE, and GameStop. The third of the paths was where all the clothing stores could be found. It had places such as Hot Topic, Hollister, Pac Sun, and other various stores, and was by far the largest of the paths. The last path had all the miscellaneous items featuring stores such as Spencers, K-Mart, and other stores with mixed material. Ms. Pragmer looked at the boy and asked him, “So, are you ready to shop?”

"Yeah, let's get going," Phillip answered.

The mall was abnormally busy that day due to last minute school shoppers, but they were used to it since they were always late to shop. Ms. Pragmer looked around and said, "So where do you want to go first?"

"Hmm, I want to stop by Spencers first, they have the backpack that I want," Phillip responded.

"Alright then, to Spencers," agreed Ms. Pragmer.

They walked about half way down the miscellaneous path before finding the store. They both looked at the sign and then walked in. Phillip walked straight to the backpacks as Ms. Pragmer followed closely behind him. The store was really neat looking. It was pretty dark and it had neon lights shining. There were a lot of little items to look at. There were small action figures from certain movies, lots of various clothes, wallets, backpacks and much more. Ms. Pragmer stayed close, making sure Phillip didn't go to the 'mature' section as she picked up a backpack, "This one looks nice," she said.

"Yeah, but it's not the one I'm looking for," Phillip replied as he searched through the backpacks trying to find the one he wanted.

"Why don't you tell me what it looks like? Maybe I can help you find it, hun," Ms. Pragmer asked.

"There it is," Phillip said as he pulled out a really nice camouflage backpack, "Yes, they still have the Linkin Park backpack I've been wanting. I was beginning to think they had sold out."

"Well it looks like that’s the one you want so let's pay for it," Ms. Pragmer smiled as she followed Phillip and watched him stick the backpack up on the counter, "How much is it anyway?" Ms. Pragmer asked as she looked at the boy.

"Forty-two dollars and twenty-seven cents," the cashier behind the counter said. The boy was rather scary looking to Ms. Pragmer. He was around five-foot-ten, but was dressed in some pretty dark clothing. His shirt was a black band shirt that said ‘Disturbed’ on it, and had a picture of a hooded man raising his fist in the air on it. She had never heard of ‘Disturbed’ so she was a bit confused with what it meant. The cashier also wore some black pants from a brand called Tripp. They were black with little green lines sewed into them. On his pants, there were also chains that could be taken off via Velcro. As for his looks, he wore a Mohawk that was dyed red. He had one piercing which was in his left eyebrow. He looked a bit dark, but in reality, he was actually a really nice guy.

"Excuse me," Ms. Pragmer replied, "Forty-two dollars and twenty-seven cents?"

"Yes," the cashier answered.

"Oh I almost forgot Mom here you go," Phillip said as he handed the man three cards. "They should get us thirty percent off, ten percent for each."

The cashier nodded as he rung up the cards and gave a price that Ms. Pragmer was more pleased with, “Twenty-nine dollars and fifty-nine cents.”

"That's better," Ms. Pragmer responded as she pulled a twenty dollar bill and a ten dollar bill out of her purse then handed it to the cashier.

The cashier took the money and placed it in the register before pulling out the change and handing it to Ms. Pragmer, “Your change is forty-one cents. Thank you for shopping at Spencers, have a great day,” he smiled.

Ms. Pragmer didn’t say anything in response, but Phillip said thank you as they walked to the door and then out of the store.

The cashier from Spencers watched the two of them as they walked out the door and waved at Phillip as he went out. The cashier then walked over to a section with a bunch of small items and pulled out a pack of a small, red liquid blood and brought it back to the counter. He placed it under the scanner and paid for his item before looking back at the door, “So that boy was Phillip Pragmer. I’ll see you again soon.”

Phillip and his mother looked around the mall as Phillip continued pointing at places to go for the rest of his supplies. They went to K-Mart and got three Pirates of the Caribbean folders as well as two Harry Potter notebooks. The K-Mart was well lit, and it was rather big for that particular store it had various odds and ends as it was practically a miniature Wal-Mart. Phillip got a few clothes from K-Mart as well, but also got a few pairs from Hot Topic. The Hot Topic however was not lit as well, it was a fairly small store but had some really cool items that Phillip liked, and it played some rock music that Phillip really enjoyed.

After paying for the last few items in Hot Topic, Phillip and his mother walked back out to the center of the mall. Ms. Pragmer looked at Phillip and asked, “Is that everything?”

"Yes it is," Phillip answered as he looked around the mall. After looking for a few seconds, he got excited, "Is that,” he paused, “Yes it is him. Mom, can I go say hey to Eric first?" he asked as he pointed at a boy down the entertainment path.

"Okay," Ms. Pragmer replied, "But hurry up we need to get back home."

"It'll only be a minute," Phillip insisted as he walked away, "Eric, hey Eric," Phillip shouted at the boy as he walked quickly over to him waving.

"Oh, hey Phillip what are you up to? School shopping as we are?" the boy asked. Eric had a rather muscular look for a fourteen year old, but he was a football player, so it was pretty normal for him. He stood around five-foot-six and had a brown flat top hair style, along with brown eyes. He was wearing his favorite pair of blue Wranglers jeans which went down to his ankles. They weren’t tight on him, but they also weren’t so loose that they would fall off. He was also wearing a pair of red and black tennis shoes, along with a Kobe Bryant Los Angeles Lakers jersey.

"Yeah, pretty much just some last minute school shopping as usual. I got some pretty cool stuff this year,” Phillip replied, “Thanks for pointing out that backpack to me as well. I got my mom to get it for me.”

"Yeah it's pretty sweet huh? So what have you been up to this summer?" Eric asked.

"I haven’t really been up to much. You know, basically same old, same old. Computer, video games, etcetera, etcetera," answered Phillip.

"Ah, so pretty good then? Not so much for me, though,” Eric sighed, “My dad passed away last week.”

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that I always liked your Dad, he was always nice to us. What happened to him?" Phillip asked.

"We’re still not entirely sure exactly what the reason was,” Eric began, “But, judging by the way we found him, he seemed to have had a heart attack. He was just passed out on the floor. We had been gone for the day, so we weren’t around to help him or to see what happened. Looking back now, I wish I had been there for him at the time. Maybe if I was there, I could have helped him out, you know?”

"Yeah, I know what you mean,” Phillip answered, “When I think about my own father, I still sometimes wish I had been old enough to help him. I guess that’s the way life works though. It can really suck sometimes. I guess in the end though, the thought at least counts for something.”

"Yeah, that true. Death is just an unfortunate thing that everyone has to deal with at some time,” Eric responded. As he though in his head, he decided to quickly change the subject to something less depressing, “So have you found a girlfriend yet?” he asked.

By the look on Eric’s face, Phillip could tell that Eric had found someone over the summer. Phillip kind of wished he could say the same, but it would have been a lie, so he answered saying, “No, not yet at least.”

"Oh well hold on," Eric said as he turned his head forty-five degrees to the right, "Shyann," he shouted, as a girl started walking toward them, "This is Shyann Wilcox she just moved here from Florida she's looking to make friends I know you won't mind helping her out."

"Of course not, my name is Phillip Pragmer nice to meet you," Phillip said as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Shyann was a really pretty girl with bright green eyes. She was about five-foot-three, and had long, brown hair which came down to her butt. She was wearing a tight, red short-sleeve shirt which appeared to be a size too small, as her bellybutton was showing. She also wore a tight pair of blue jeans which went down to about the middle of her shin along with black, lace less Vans shoes. She also wore an earring in each ear, but apparently decided that she would prefer not having to wear socks. She smiled and greeted Phillip, “Nice to meet you Phillip. Eric has told me a lot about you.”

“Oh, has he? Hopefully he has told you good things,” Phillip laughed.

“He has said nothing but good things about you,” Shyann replied as she smiled again. As they were talking, a woman called out from the nearby FYE telling Shyann to come on. Shyann looked at Phillip and said, “Well, that’s my mother. It looks like it’s time for me to go,” she said as she turned to Eric and gave him a kiss on the lips. She told Eric that she loved him and Eric told her he loved her back before she walked away to her mother. On her way to her mother, she waved at them both and they waved back.

"She's beautiful Eric," Phillip complimented, “She seems very nice too. I’d say you’ve done well for yourself.”

"Yeah, now don’t you be trying to snake her away from me, or I’ll whoop your ass,” Eric joked, “You know I’m kidding with you, you wouldn’t do something like that and I know you wouldn’t.”

Phillip smiled, “Of course not, you are my best friend after all, right? Most good friends won’t even date people their friends have dated. I definitely wouldn’t try to steal anyone from you,” he said truthfully. Phillip was a loyal friend who wouldn’t mess with his friends’ relationships in any way. Though, he did think to himself that he might try something if Shyann was someone else’s girlfriend instead.

Eric gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder and then asked Phillip a more serious question, “By the way, I was looking outside my window this morning and noticed something odd. Did you happen to spot a black light that would have been easily visible from your house?”

Phillip remembered seeing it as he wrote about it in his journal before he left the house. He pondered for a second as what to say about, until he answered, “Yeah, it was rather strange, wasn’t it? I have never seen the black light before, so just seeing it out of nowhere was pretty shocking. It’s probably nothing though.”

Ms. Pragmer, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, looked at Phillip and said, “We need to get home already. I have to cook supper,” before she looked at Eric and said hello to him.

"Hello Miss Pragmer,” Eric smiled as he extended his hand. Ms. Pragmer extended hers back to shake his. Eric then looked at Phillip and said to him, “Well, it seems like a good time to say goodbye for now. I’ll come by sometime soon. You two keep safe.”

"You keep safe to Eric," Phillip replied as Eric walked away waving goodbye as he headed over to Gamestop.

"See you later Phillip!" Eric yelled out as he walked inside.

After they waved back, Phillip and Ms. Pragmer made their way outside and into their car with shopping bags in their hands. Mr. Pragmer looked at Phillip and asked him, “So, what did you two talk about?”

"Nothing really, just did some catching up mainly. Then, Eric introduced me to his girlfriend,” Phillip answered, “She was a really nice girl.”

"Oh that's nice to hear. I knew he'd find someone eventually. He’s a very good boy," Ms. Pragmer replied as she turned the key on the car, "Well, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I sure am," Phillip responded as he put his seat belt on.

As they drove off from the mall, the cashier from Spencers was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, scrunched down, staring at the car that they drove way in. He took a sip from a can and said to himself, “Stay safe, you too,” before walking away from the edge and back toward the center of the roof.

[Maikeru D. Shinigami]

No one's really reading this, so I'm taking everything except the Prologue and Chapter 1 down. If you really want to read a certain chapter, let me know and I'll post it up until you finish reading.

[takuya]

It may be a little difficult to post up the chapters I need until I get done. I need all of the chapters after chapter 1.