Haven't posted for a bit. Here's a small concept from a recent. You know.
I liked you better when we were gay.
Things are copacetic with me. Very cool. And you?
Haven't talked to you for a while, where has all the love gone?
Whatever do you mean?
Azumanga Daioh is love.
Okay the final chapter part one. I've decided to go with a staggered release because of the way the story is broken up into three distinct parts that do no quite constitute them being chapters unto themselves. So here we go. Door 19: Central Enigma By dawn the train had left the deserts far behind and brought the three travelers back within sight of the great wall of craggy cliffs that had welcomed them into the Enigma only days before. Callum sighed as he looked trough the dusty window reminiscently a the monolithic wall of stone as if it were some mark of his travel in Escher. He thought about home, his life there, and his life here. Which was the one he really wanted? Did it matter? Halfway through his calm musings, the boy ran a hand through his pocket only to feel a forgotten slip of paper. He withdrew it instantly and looked at the calligraphically styled writing. The lettering on the crumpled card still ran true and straight against the paper‘s unruly creases and crinkled valleys, probably another strange property of this product only found in Escher. It’s strange loopy print read: “Name: Annalisa Katenin Contracts: 1 Completion: N Activation: Inactive Contractor: ____________ Activate: Y/N†“So that’s your name. Annalisa.†He whispered under his breath letting the feel of saying the name slowly come to rest in his mouth, that name, her name. The name to associate with the monster. But what had made her hat way? He couldn’t understand or even begin to think of how a person could smile like her, talk like her, act like her. It was too wrong, perverse, and repulsive, all of it. The loud speaker crunched to life, a welcome interruption to his half formed contemplations. “It’ll be a few minutes till we get on about to the door, ‘kay brah?†There was a pause in the crunching voice of the speaker. Neither of the car’s occupants even pretended to think the lanky man could hear their response in the control gallery and took it as rhetorical. “No one’s jumped ship so I’ll take that to mean excellent, awesome, and otherwise acceptable.†So the train sped onwards over the flat cracked ground in the mountain’s shadow. Church closed his book, the book he’d thrown into Callum’s room that night only a week before. “How fast time does pass when there is always a task at hand.†Callum turned to Church to see if he’d been speaking aloud or not. The man answered with a disdainful look that quickly changed into one of inquisitorial analysis. “Callum.†It took the boy a few seconds to realize Church was speaking, he’d never called him anything but ‘kid’ or even earlier ‘prey’. “Yeah.†He responded. “I told you before that I wouldn’t kill you right?†Church asked perfunctorily. He knew he remembered, but he could never trust another to. Callum sighed almost as if in tacit assent, he did that a lot lately. “Yeah.†The boy answered monosyllabically to clarify his sigh, or perhaps because he was unaware of it. “Be aware, though I didn’t lie, it doesn’t mean I’ll protect your life again. Once I get what I want you can be sure my word will be the only thing between your neck and my blade.†Church explained calmly, no hint of threat in his voice. Careful in his wording, careful to spin his meaning like the fine silken webs of a spider, without a strand out of place. “What’s with this talk all of a sudden?†The boy asked earnestly. “By tonight we’ll be in the Central Enigma. A feat very few can hope to accomplish in their lives. There is where, as Daniels leads us to believe, the answers behind that key and weapon of yours lie.†The womanish man let his words hang in the air, to sink in or be swept away, neither would make a difference to him. “Is that it?†Callum asked, almost relieved. “Of course? Life is simple. If we were as complicated as characters in stories no one would get over themselves long enough to see the big world around them. In fact--†Suddenly the loud speaker crackled to life with a new garbled voice on the line this time. “Yo guys. Daniels here, we’ll be disembarking in nigh one minute hold onto something for the deceleration. Over and out kiddies.†There was a click and a brief silence followed. “On the eighth day he gave us the Enigma.†Church smirked, pleased with something, the rush in his manner all but gone. “Looks like it.†Callum responded half heartedly. He wasn’t sure what it was but he felt a weight in his chest. Not sadness, or anger, nor even emptiness, he’d experienced each before, so very vividly did he remember those feelings. But no, this was something else, dread? No, it was less intense, uncertainty. The ambivalent feeling pressing down on his chest, forcing the air in and out in quick rushes, it was uncertainty. Lack of an answer, lack of a means to answer, lack of a defined question to answer. His shoulders drooped down under the weight of his thoughts. The hard questions could no longer be avoided: Why was he there? What did he intend on doing? Maybe he would discover the answers to find his real question, what he really wanted to know, what he couldn‘t even conceive yet, maybe he would discover them in the Central Enigma. So the youth steeled himself, prepared for whatever horrors the world of Escher decided to throw at him. The train soon came to a full stop. It began by decelerating roughly but was not as viciously abrupt as accelerating and finished with a tired groan of iron on iron and a sigh of steam. Xin remained seated in the open gallery of switches and controls as he watched the three disembark one by one. “So what are you gonna do from here old buddy?†“I dunno. Maybe aimless traveling or somethin’ to that effectuality, you guys seem to be having lotsa fun times and all that jazzness.†The thin man answered carelessly and almost disinterestedly. “Wellepos, we’d better get this barrel movin’ long thatawaysish. Seeya later kiddios. Stay cool.†Just before the train main its sudden jump to full speed Daniels tipped his hat and made a silly half bowing motion as Callum gave a halfhearted wave and Church ignored the conductor, his stare favoring what it was certain he saw as the next challenge. Xin made a last wave to them and in a great blast of wind and dust he was gone, probably miles away already. When the clouds of dust cleared the object of the effeminate man’s interest was revealed once more, the great stone slab standing as if carved from the very cliff side itself. The door. “So Daniels, time to make yourself useful again.†Church mockingly commanded. Daniels casually sauntered forwards a clear light in his eyes brought on by the prospect of leaving the Lateral Enigma. “Sure. It’s actually real easy to get in, it’s just no one really gets it until you tell them.†He winked as one would at a child to amuse them. “Elaborate.†Church ordered, his voice suddenly harsh again. “Nah, I’ll show you first, it’s easier to explain it once you know what it looks like.†Daniels chuckled as he brushed him off and practically danced over to the first part of the door he seemed to take interest in. “Fine.†Daniels tapped on several of the out jutting symbols that formed a complex set of pictographic images all over the surface of the door. “Okay, now we turn the key.†He whispered as he touched the stone at the very center of the set he’d been working with and with several grunts of effort turned it one quarter turn to the left. “Done.†He announced happily. “That’s it?†Church blurted out in disbelief. “Yeah, the pictographs on these bottom rows are really just the original language used out here, once you get it down in your head… well you saw how I just told the door a code and used the switch to unlock it essentially.†Church grumbled something that sounded awfully like, “Dead easy†as he pushed past Callum towards the door. Callum simply sighed and waited as Daniels grinned and with the slightest touch sent the doors apart. “I welcome you two to the Central Enigma.†At first the light reaching through the door was blinding, like looking into the dawning sun. But then the pale blankness gave way, laying the vivid scene of a small pre-industrial town before the dazzled viewers. With a similarly flat skyline with an unfamiliar warmth of disposition and carefree congeniality it was hardly what Callum had expected to see when he imagined the Central Enigma. If Church was as surprised he did a very good job of hiding it. “We’d better get a move on there kiddies.†Daniels urged when he felt they had gaped long enough. “Onwards and forward, or whatever.†Neither of the others spoke, they simply followed the man with the ragged brown coat as he strode through the absurd door. On the other side the land they saw before them very clearly smelled of sweet mountain air, and the match to the Lateral Enigma’s door was carved into the base of a handsome snow capped mountain. Callum took note of this as he watched the doors close out all of the dusty, desolate plain behind him. His gaze remained on the ancient looking door for several moments, but he tore his eyes from the image and jogged after his companions towards the near edge of the quaint stone built town. “So who’s the friend of yours?†Church asked abruptly. Callum was surprised to realize Daniels had never really told them about who it was they were going to meet in the first place. “It’s a surprise, and he’s not really a friend, just a contact I have.†Daniels explained as they walked down a cobbled road alongside many bustling cheery citizens. “This is kinda freakin’ me out a little.†Callum frowned. They were the kinds of people that he could never get along with in real life to begin with, these happy looking people who acted as if they had something important to do at all times no matter how trite or mundane the real issue. But in this surreal world the whole thing seemed even worse. Maybe he had just grown used to being disgusted, but he felt a similar but less intense disdain for this town as he had the last. He let his gaze wander with his thoughts from place to place before they fell on a peculiarity in the world of happiness and overall satisfaction. A man wearing a lab coat over a tee with a clip on tie and rolled up khakis brought a certain dissonance to the picturesque street with his thoughtful scowl and odd attire. He glanced at Callum for a moment before cocking his head to the side extending the glance to a stare. The man opened his mouth as if to speak but was cut short when he run straight into a woman carrying groceries, who promptly became cross with him and demanded reparations for any hypothetical damage to her property. He was lost in the sudden crush of the shopping crowd by the time Daniels brought the troupe around a corner and out of traffic. Callum brought his eyes back to the leader of the expedition, his head was tilted ever so slightly upwards letting his hat drop back on his head. Callum looked on to what Daniels seemed to be looking at. A house, a modest house even for the area, sat atop a grassy knoll watching over the closest rooftops. “Hey Daniels.†Callum called. “Yeah?†He answered almost drowsily with a complacency that seemed to replace the anxiety of the Lateral Enigma. “That where we going?†Callum jerked his hand at the house. “Uh huh.†He nodded vaguely. Just as promised the travelers came to face their final destination. “Okay, okay.†Daniels almost chanted to himself as he skipped up to the door and turned the knob then began fiddling with the knob, a turn here, a twist there, all deliberate, but still so ridiculous. He exhaled, relieved, before placing and turning a key thus opening the door. They walked into a room caked with dust, from the inn styled reception desk barring the path to the rest off the house to the walls and ceiling. “Hey, old man, I’ve a few questions for you.†“Go away. Nobody’s here.†The voice echoed through the house. It was old and crotchety sounding even through the wood floored halls behind the long wooden reception desk that stood in the foyer. “You know who I am old man.†Daniels whined. “No I don’t.†The voice insisted. “It’s me John Daniels, don’t you remember?†Daniels half pleaded almost in parody of his own words. “Daniels? Your voice is different.†There was a shuffling sound accompanying the echoing voice this time. “Who else could get into your house you nut?†Daniels teased playfully. “I guess that’s true.†The voice replied incredulously. “So questions. You gonna answer any?†Daniels restated. “You have any locks for me?†The man’s voice was closer now but still without a face to match. “Yeah.†Daniels replied digging into his pocket and revealing a large handful of locks that he placed on the counter. “Here.†There was another shuffling sound and soon a short balding man with thick rimmed glasses appeared. He wore a metal working apron and heavy gloves over his old yet powerful fingers. “Ah you’ve brought outsiders.†His voice was now small and crestfallen when compared to the great echo of his irritated resonance. “Yeah, locks.†Daniels reminded. “Yes, yes, locks.†He examined them each under a set of magnifying spectacles. “Good quality. There’s a Meng Yu original here too.†“Now?†Daniels urged. “Oh do come in.†He said snapping back into the world around him. He stuffed the locks into an apron pocket and opened a creaky door near the end of the reception desk’s length allowing the group to enter his less dusty inner sanctum. “So what questions do you have in mind? Would you like some tea?†“Yes to the tea and I feel the questions need the tea so we’ll wait.†Daniels replied. “Oh right, my guests. Church, Callum say hello to the last key maker, Cyril Flynn.†“He makes these keys?†Callum burst out uncontrollably waving his key in the air. “Yes.†Daniels answered matter-of-factly. “Does this child know nothing?†Cyril spat incredulously. “He’s a newbie.†Church interjected almost mockingly. “Yeah.†Daniels attested hastily. “Then why is he here?†The old man frowned in skeptical thought. “Tea first, talk later.†Daniels beamed. When they were all situated about a beat up coffee table with rings from teacups long past all over it Daniels spoke. “Okay, Callum, show him your lock weapon.†The boy obeyed after a brief pause. “Here it is.†He held the heavy metal of the saw before the now wide eyes of the Lock Maker. “This is a lock?†The old man spoke with more astonishment than incredulity. “True.†Daniels said promptly. “But how?†Cyril stuttered with excitement. “Callum?†Daniels said opening the floor. “This key, it was a map key before but--†He was cut off when a gloved hand snatched the key away from him. “Ah, I see. It‘s one of my keys, early works.†He commented, totally absorbed into his own world even as he spoke. “You wanna shed a little light on our situation here?†Daniels said sharply to bring the man back to the present matter. “Yes, I do. This is a map key like any other true enough, but its unstable properties made it an unreliable one that changed hands many times as either a dud or a normal key without manifestation of powers. I never expected anyone to try to use this on an outside object though. Much less a machine like this. You-- Callum was it? How did you use this key when you found it?†“I just opened a shed and got this--†He began. “Shed?†Cyril asked quickly an excited jitter still hanging in his voice. “Yeah, it was padlocked and--†He began once more. “Ah I see. A lock with no door, must have wrought havoc with the key, probably the reason for it’s transfer to the weapon type when added to any stress you may have felt at the time because of the key’s inherent malleability. So what class is that weapon?†Cyril smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one, it was a smile of knowing and wanting to know. “Cla--†Callum was cut off before he could even begin when Daniels spoke again. “We don’t know. It’s not under any of the known classes.†He explained. “Really?†The old man said stroking his chin. “Can someone explain to me what these classes are?†Callum asked. “Locks are separated based on anima proportions required to operate them. The known classes are Dueler, Thief, Soldier, Defender, Assassin, and Brawler. Each has its own attributes and characteristics based on anima levels. Good enough?†Daniels explain hastily. “Yeah.†He responded. “There are three other classes of weapon locks. Very uncommon though.†Cyril spouted as if almost unaware of his guests. “Really?†Daniels replied as Church shifted his gaze from the far window to the old man. “Murderer, Suicide, and Emperor. They were banned by the Escherian government first. Long before the times of even the garbage men--†It was Cyril’s turn to be cut off. “The what?†Callum burst out. “Oh yeah, you never met any of them. Well, the spark notes version is roughly two hundred years back, near the end of the first dark ages, a group of people calling themselves prophets took over the church of their homeland and formed an empire the likes of which had never before been even dreamt of. Needless to say power grew, across lands, across worlds, eventually it came to govern the bulk of Escher outside of the Enigmas and shy of the Hinterlands. Nivallinseum Das Marcisco is the name on books, but more people just call it the Escherian government because of it‘s more down to earth and simple sound. "They have total power in most parts and have set themselves on keeping it that way. So they formed a group codenamed garbage men. They do all the brutish base work with the primary mission of taking locks out of the picture and eliminating “trashâ€. So you have to have a license and a bunch of qualification tests to even get your hands on a lock legally. Illegal lock users are most often killed or drafted into the garbage men. That’s the short of it, for the long you’ll have to research it a bit while we’re here.†“You’ll be staying then?†The old man said, perking up slightly. “Yeah.†He took a sip of tea and began again. “So to confirm class--†“Murderer.†Church suddenly blurted out. “Are you absolutely sure?†“Of course. I’ve known for some time now that the lock was of a different class or standing somehow, but upon hearing about the banned classes it’s clear that the lock is either a Murderer type or a completely new class in itself.†“Clear?†His face wrinkling further in quizzical expression. “The berserk killing rush that goes so far as to kill yourself for the death of the opponent. It’s pretty clear that the madness that made him into a monster that time was murderous anima coursing through the lock.†Church responded dully. “How do you know that?†A glint of excitement was growing in the eyes of the old man with each passing moment. Like a child in a toy store. “We’ve seen the lock in action. It’s obvious why that class was banned in first set.†He scoffed. “It has the most lethal affect I’ve ever seen.†“Interesting… do you think I could?†He said looking intently at the chainsaw as if it were the one toy he had to have. “Yeah, though I want two favors of you, cool?†“Tell me what they are first.†“I want you to take a look at the lock and key.†“It was my intent all along.†“And can you do something about my coat? It’s totally dead.†“It’ll take me a week to run all the tests on the lock and key set and a day to fix the coat.†“You hear that sweetness?†Daniels said stroking the singed sleeve of his coat. Five days into the testing Cyril came across a few new things about the lock but nothing too major and the lack of activity was sending Callum further into insanity with each passing tick of the key maker’s grandfather clock. The old man remained locked in his room cackling every so often for most of each day, Daniels loitered and did various things with all of the free time but spent the vast majority of it sleeping, and Church sat in one spot and read for periods sometimes spanning twelve hours. Callum had long since decided how he would deal with Annalisa and Kanna; he’d even made some semblance of peace with Church and studied up on a brief history of Escher by the third day. Everything he’d been waiting for was here, but it wasn’t very interesting. Maybe knowing the rest of the story wasn’t the way he’d find his answers, or maybe the answers he found were simply useless to him. What was he truly asking to begin with? He was brought back to the present with a low brass note signaling the middle of the day. “I’m going out.†He suddenly heard himself declare. “Okay, I’ll let you back in when you’re done.†Daniels replied as he pored over a few books on locks at Cyril‘s request. “Alright then.†He said somewhat less strongly. With that he picked up his empty bag out of habit and left the others to their own pursuits. Though the town irritated him with its brightness of disposition when he’d first come there it was quite a bit more enjoyable without all of this unresolved thoughts plaguing his every waking moment. Just as he passed a vendor selling fruits of some sort he heard an unfamiliar voice. “YOU!†He spun around instinctively reaching for the weapon that wasn’t there. It was the strangely attired man he‘d seen in the crowd only days earlier. “You’re that guy!†“Which guy?†Callum answered almost mockingly. “The guy with the interesting wavelength. It seems a bit different today but you are definitely that guy.†He said turning his head sideways and widening his eyes to nearly impossible proportions. “Perhaps you have me confused with someone else.†Callum said nervously. Without a weapon he was no fighter and this man was clearly a few baskets over a case. “Nope. Everyone’s wavelengths are remembered by Artorius‘ mind.†He made several gesticulations that ended with him pointing to his own head. “So I must study your wavelength.†“Study? What the fuck is wrong with you?†Callum blurted out. “Nothing’s wrong with me, but oh, there is a lot wrong with you.†He said twisting his head almost upside down and wagging a finger. “Screw this.†Callum started off in the other direction. “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You can’t do that!†He whined. Callum did not respond to this gesture, he simply took off running as fast as he could not noticing the lock that was now in the man‘s hand. “Come back here interesting guy!†“Crazy bastard.†Callum muttered to himself as he dashed along to streets with the man on his tail. The two made their way across the town causing quite a ruckus all along the way. But finally Artorius’ superior speed and knowledge of the environment had Callum cornered in an alley near the foot of the hill where Cyril’s house stood. “Dammit.†He breathed. “You gonna let me study a bit now?†He said rolling his eyes back into his head in a blinded smile. “As nice as that sounds--†He grinned. “I think you’ll just have to find someone else.†Callum pushed his sightless way past the enemy knocking him to the ground. “Ow. That hurt.†Artorius was back on his feet in a second and in another he had caught up with his target at the mouth of the alley. “I wanted to let you go and agree to come along, but this isn’t working out nicel--†He suddenly jumped back just as Callum heard gunfire. “Daniels! Took you long enough!†Callum shouted at the brown coated man as he waved to him both guns in hands. “You’re not that interesting.†Artorius scowled. Not a second later, in an impossible feat of athletic ability, he closed the gap of half the hill between himself and Daniels in one jump and threw the gunman through the key maker’s stone wall with one swing of his lithe arm. “So I don’t think I need to worry about killing you.†“Wrong.†Church declared midway through his swing. The vicious scythe bore down on the thin man as it‘s wielder stared virulently at his prey. Metal crashed with metal as Artorius blocked the great edge with his lock. “Right.†He grinned insanely and thrust his arm into his attacker‘s gut, throwing the assailant away in an instant. “Now interesting guy…!?†“Thanks guys.†Callum said lifting his chainsaw into an offensive stance. “You are very interesting. Very, very interesting.†The man stated. “But even that won’t let you beat me.†In a sudden change he hooked his finger into the arch of the lock and stared pulling. “Are you insane? You can’t open a lock like that!†“I can.†He smiled. Suddenly the lock came undone and in an electrifying burst of energy Artorius drew his blade. “Most people need to unlock the door to get in, but not me.†His blade was curved and deadly looking with sectional blades comprising it’s form, like a twisted, armor plated scalpel. “Now, you still wanna fight?†“Of course.†Callum said with suddenly faltering determination. “Good.†Then they both leapt forwards brandishing their blades and crying out. There was no clash, not even a sound when the two met, there was only the shock on Callum’s face and the twisted grin on Artorius’ as the scalpel flawlessly sheared through the chainsaw’s blade even as it span. “Impossible.†Callum breathed in terror. “The Infinite Scalpel has a blade so fine that even the edge of razor wire is like a two by four in comparison. A lock of this caliber is no different from rubber to me.†Artorius smirked, self satisfied and victorious. Then he was shot. The man staggered back as deep red dyed his sleeve and shoulder. “Not fast enough to stop a bullet that you can’t see coming, eh?†Daniels half swaggered, half coughed. “Well, you won’t be able to dodge the Colt Maximum anyways.†His eyes were suddenly familiarly vicious and brutal as he took aim with one arm and tensed the second to go. “Not yet!†Artorius howled rushing forwards. “Too slow, range is my friend today.†Daniels fired twice nearly simultaneously. But his enemy did not fall to the fire, the bullets never reached him. In the instant before he was blasted away by the preternatural force of his enemy’s strike Daniels saw it. Just before Artorius’ palm the bullets were crushed flat by their own force against an invisible barrier. “A wall of anima?!†“Correct. I’ve got so much anima powering my wavelength that I don’t need a lock to channel it through I can blast you with it raw.†“Shit.†Daniels choked out just before he passed out. “But this arm might make me bleed to death if it’s left alone. And I can’t carry my target this time.†He whimpered and pouted. “But hey, at least I killed all the nuisances. Next time I’ll get to study interesting guy for sure.†He said pointing at Callum. “We’ll see.†“Correct sir. Correct.†He smiled, and waved and then he was gone. “Church! You alive?†Daniels yelled into the unconscious face of his ally. No response. The man frowned and began prodding the limp form with the barrel of his gun. Suddenly he moved, the first thing he did was grab the gun and wrench it away from it’s owner. "Fuck!†He howled out instinctively. “Oh, it’s just you.†“What do you mean just me?†Daniel scrunched up his face into a travesty of indignation. “I was the only one here to check if you were alive.†“What was that attack?†Church asked ignoring the expression. “Anima, a pure shockwave of it, pretty nearly killed me twice.†Daniels admitted shamelessly as he cracked his neck and shook himself as if it proved he was fine. “You’re too reckless, that’s why.†The scowl on his face indicated that was incensed but soon it was overcome by a controlled calm. “Well you’re too slow, you should have been able to bisect that loser before he blew you out of the match entirely.†Daniels mocked. “Oh shut up.†He said pushing the brown coated man away from him. “Either way looks we’re safe for a little while.†Callum interjected. “Not long, he’ll be back once he gets himself patched up enough to fight.†Church said checking out his limbs and weapon for damage. “Tomorrow at the latest granted his power even injured can probably take all three of us out in a matter of seconds.†Daniels pointed out from a safe distance from either of the disgruntled combatants. “We’d better check on the old man is still okay.†Callum said, in an attempt to change the subject to something less negative. “Don’t bother, I’m fine.†Cyril spoke in a hoarse displeased tone. “Hey, you’re alive too.†Daniels’s face brightened. Safe!†“Have you seen my wall? Oh wait, that’s right, you were the one that was thrown through it!†The old man bellowed at the collective younger group. “A detail.†Daniels countered with a winning smile. “And you! Bring the town crazy to my house and destroy that piece when I’ve only limited time to work on it! Honestly, kids these days have no discretion.†No one spoke as the old man ranted and raged over his losses, partly out of pity for the almost humorous behavior, and partly because if one were to speak it would no doubt prolong the pain of suppressing laughter. “Sorry.†Callum answered meekly before either of the others could retort. “Don’t apologize, just get that wall fixed!†He huffed. “Sure.†Church answered somewhat drearily. It wasn’t until nearly a day later that the section of wall was repaired; even with loans of equipment type locks from Cyril the work was hard and slow. However when it was completed the old man seemed a lot more placid, whether it was due to the wall’s being fixed or from something he never mentioned could not be said for certain. When the workers returned Callum was greeted by a repaired and fully studied chainsaw, and relegated the task of replacing the locks that had been borrowed from Cyril for the construction work. Callum had just finished returning the locks the three had been lent when he noticed a key in a display case in the corner of the key maker’s storage room. Just beneath it was a yellowed, worn tag reading, “Map Key: Commonâ€. Callum didn’t give it a second look. The key maker mentioned it once before, but the boy knew that whether or not he had a map key his knowledge of the world was too small for it to be of any use to him in his travels. Just as he was turning to leave he felt a familiar cold steel and killing aura from behind him. “Don’t move kid.†Church demanded, scythe in hand. “Church! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?†Callum said without moving towards or away from his enemy. “Exactly what I came here to do, get my key.†Church said as he swiftly cleared the boy in a leap and retrieved the Map Key from it’s case. He smiled introspectively for a moment before he dashed past Callum with a maniacal grin pasted over his face. The boy took the opportunity to draw his weapon and call out for Daniels and the key maker as he gave chase alone. Callum couldn’t keep up with the effeminate man in a simple contest of running about the house, but eventually he was cornered in the drawing room with his back to a peculiar red door. “Hand over the key.†Callum demanded angrily. He was unsure of why, but on some level he put f in Church and felt betrayed. “I knew you were that guy.†Daniels added simply as he strode up unarmed. “You already know how this is going right kiddies?†Church declared as he jammed the key into the lock of the door and wrenched it open. “Thanks for the key.†“Bastard!†Callum dashed the second Church moved but in the end the door came slamming shut just as his hand reached the doorknob. He felt it slam shut, he heard it slam shut, but he still could not believe that the way was so simply shut. That the man who had tried to kill him and protect him was never to be seen again. He gripped the handle tighter as if it would allow him to open the door to Church again, then he noticed something. “He’s gone.†Cyril sighed. “The door isn’t shut, not yet.†Callum grinned, that’s because it wasn’t closed. The knob never clicked shut, the door was never closed completely. The black haired boy opened the door in just enough time to watch two golden elevator doors framing Church’s smirking face. Then he was gone. Callum took in a breath and ran. “Callum, you can’t be serious.†Daniels called after him as the door swung inevitably shut, completely shut. “Dammit.†Daniels cursed. He turned to the key maker and looked at him for a moment. “I’ve gotta go man, you know, stuff to do.†“The wall’s done, you can leave any time--in fact I want you out.†Cyril said sarcastically. “Thanks--†“But one more thing, about your lock, if you are going to subdue the murder lock, there is something more to locks that you have to know.†He said grimly. “I’m all ears.†“Church…†Callum thought to himself as he walked down the red carpeted floors of the long hallway towards the golden doors of the elevator shaft.
Not only racist but... fatist? too!
I nearly choked and died on one so that's a yes.
No Letz. I am your father.
You do know he's part pineapple. Right?
You do not even begin to comprehend the power of the Hentai.
He is too young. He can never become a pervert.
A damn dirty helper monkey.
It surely can't have been Grant, because he lies in Grant's tomb.
You're gonna go far kid.
Who killed that man? Tobe or not Tobe?
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You cannot put Descartes in front of this horse.
