After Armageddon

[GreyCat]

This story (or possibly stories) is/are set in the world from Arashi's RP [url="http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/238806-time-core-ic-started/"]Time Code[/url]. I appreciate critique as it helps make Grey a better Cat.

[font="Georgia"][b]First Tale: Flock of St. Peters[/b][/font]
[spoiler=The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want]
I would die today. I just knew it. Something told me that my streak of luck was swiftly coming to its end. And its end would be very pleasant. I had enough experience to know to trust my instinct. It saved my life enough times; it was bound to end it sooner or later.

It was approaching sunset. Once it cleared the horizon, they would come out en mass. I covered the ground with long strides. The cold metal of my pistol calmed my nerves as I ran. The two beam swords on my back were a reassuring weight as I quickly scanned our route for danger, skirting any patch of darkness that looked too deep, shooting into any open doorway that could hold a group of demons. Footsteps pounded behind as the group followed my lead.

Over the rooftops, I could see the massive green dome that was the roof of our goal. The largest catholic church in the city. A popular pilgrimage site; hundreds of devotees used to flock there. Dozens of clergymen used to life there. The barrier of a church that size must be phenomenal. And that is just what we needed. Our last sanctuary didn’t last anywhere near long enough. Screams behind me alerted me to anther demon attack. Damn it all.

I whirled, reaching for my guns, but the flashes of energy and the shrieks of pain from demonic throats told me the others had taken care of it. I wasn’t the only fighter in the group. Far from it. I was just the best. And the bravest. That’s way I was the lead of this procession. That’s way I was in charge. Something hit me from the side and knocked me over. Instinct and training made me ram the muzzle of the pistol into the side of my assailant. The impact caused it to lose its grip. I kicked us apart and rolled to my feet.

It was a demon. Vile creature. Harder to kill than a cockroach and deadlier than a shark to boot. But I’d killed more than my fare share of them. Pale skin was tight over his corded muscles. Long claws tipped the impossibly narrow fingers. The demon’s taut face split in a fang-revealing grin under its bloodshot eyes as its form wavered like a dessert mirage. A second image formed over its body, large and grotesque. Well, more grotesque than it was before. A long head filled with sharp teeth, a second pair of small arms, a long tail tipped with a blade. It shot it three times in the chest before I lost the ability to see through the fake.

Fear. That was a demons main weapon. I had no clue how they did it (ok, one of the group did suggested a telepathic link with our sub-conscious that they used to make a mental illusion,) but they could take something you feared and... manifest as it. Scared the dickens out of most people but I had this nasty habit of attacking things that scared me. Some of the men on my old base learned that the hard way. They got out of the infirmary in a couple weeks.

I walked over to the demon. Three blackened holes smoked lazily in its chest. It hissed at me and tried to strike out with its claws. I smiled and shot it in the face. Since he was in the middle of the road, I kicked him off the side so the others could pass without obstruction before continuing my pace. The apartments and offices of the city ended near the base of the small hill where the church stood. If the maps were right, I should have been almost there.

At last I cleared the buildings. The church, no, cathedral, took up a good portion of the hillside. Several small buildings that would have housed clergymen in times past were scattered on the other side of a large parking lot. Behind them, the massive structure that was the cathedral rose. A wall made of pillars topped with small crosses spaced with wrought iron bars spaced between them enclosed the complex. Normal, I would say that marked holy ground, but why take chances?

“Move people, MOVE!” I yelled, gesturing for them to cross the parking lot. A large gateway, flanked by statures of saints, stood unbarred to our access. It would have been a hundred times easier to get here if they were more working cars. Or if the roads were good enough for them. But that was a time gone by. The group, almost six dozen women, men and children, swarmed across, the fighters and those armed with guns stuck to the edges, ready to shoot any demon that dared show its ugly mug. We were going to make it. We were actually going to make it!

Ha! As if the universe were that kind. There was a faint pounding behind me and the clicking of claws on the ground. Now, I consider myself something of a religious man, but even us religious types swear at the end of the world. You try not to. “******* hell!”

Like a plague, a swarm of demons erupted from the city streets behind us. The largest group I had even seen in daylight. Life just was not fair to use humans. Shooting wildly in the mass of pursuers (with a group that size I would be hard pressed to miss) I turned tail sprinted to the gates. Hey, don’t judge me, I said I was [i]brave[/i], not stupid.

The first of the demons hit the entrance. And I mean really hit it. A barrier flashed silver and incinerated the first wave that hit it with white fire. I almost cried; it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. The barrier surged to life. It stood strong, climbing upwards from the wall to almost twenty feet high. Bursts of energy rippled through it as the demons pounded it from the outside. Every few seconds, a brilliant flash of silver marked the end of another demon. But not quite as frequently as I would like. I cut off another curse. The wall was only a temporary barrier, forged by the crosses on the pillars, the statues of men killed for God and the memory of the holy men and women that once frequented here. Temporary barrier were good, but when any barrier stopped burning demons on contact, it would last long. Scrambling, he hurried to catch up with the group.
[/spoiler][spoiler=He maketh me to lay down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.]
They universe hated us. The barrier had held for the past couple hours, thanks to the prayers of the bishop and pastor in the group, along with those who were trying to learn the work. But it could only be recharged so much while facing a constant onslaught. But the church was locked. Both religious leader were reluctant to let us shoot down the door, fearing what it would do to the barrier. And no one wanted to test if the smaller buildings had barriers.

Hence our dilemma. Several men and women were working on breaking the locks. The good news was that the building was old, so the doors had basic locks. The bad news was that picking those locks was difficult, to say the least. One of the smaller doors had been opened, but some idiot had blocked with some benches. And the barrier was showing the telltale cracks of fail. I had been trying very hard not to beat my head on the wall. Sunset was only an hour or so away. Demons loved nigh time.

“... Sanctify these tools, my Lord. Bless them and those that wield them as they protect your flock. May these weapons of death, made to take life, be rechristened as weapons of protection; used to protect life. Bestow upon these men be empowered with your might and have the strength they need to fight the demons in your name. In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Ghost, I pray. Amen.” The pastor finished his prayer and lifted his hands from the pile of weapons I helped heap in front of him. We weren’t sure if the pray would do anything, but it was better than nothing. The priest came to me with a cup he had prayed over, crossed himself, dipped his finger into the cup and rubbed the oil that clung to it on my forehead. It wasn’t holy water or the normal anointing oil (we found it in one of the kitchens) but at least it was olive.

In order to buy the group time, seven of us fighter volunteered to face off with the demons. Me. Ralph. Shawn. Kai. Lionel. George. Jared. Seven fighters against a horde. Lucky us. We all knew we weren’t going to make it. Kai and his wife were taking quietly off to the side. Jared hugged his girlfriend. Her round, pregnant belly made it awkward. George was writing a letter to his sister. He had hoped we would find her, and he still hadn’t given up. Ralph, tears in his eyes, told his kids he’d be back to tuck them in. Shawn, Jared and I were single. We didn’t have any goodbyes to say. I tried futilely to convince the other four to stay, not to abandon their families, not now. They refused. I knew why. Of all the fighters in the group, the seven of us were the only one with real experience. Military experience.

The walk down the steps was long. Around us, snipers took up positions. Their job was to lower the amount of demons were would actually take on. It was a defiant, it somewhat futile effort. Once you were facing more than three demons, you were going to end up in close combat. Demons were faster than a bat out of hell and stronger than a rhino on steroids. We harboured no illusions.

I was going to die today. The others were going to die today. But we wouldn’t let anyone else. It would be the last thing we do.

Ralph, Shawn, Jared and I were in the same unit back in the army days. During the early days of Armageddon, we had faced off with a few hordes. I knew the tools were would need. 10, maybe fifteen times as many men. An automated turret or six. Two or so Gatling guns. Some high yield beam pistols. A tank. And air support. Lots and lots of air support. Preferably with payloads of holy water. And a couple of those holy grenades they were working on. I glanced back at my men. The look in their eyes said it. They knew they weren’t going to survive. They knew their deaths was going to be painful. But the look also said they would do everything to make sure it wasn’t in vain either. I smiled.

“So boys,” I said lazily. “Any last words before we take out the hell spawn?”

“Yeah,” Shawn, said. “Did you pack the nuke?” We laughed. I felt good to laugh before your execution. Took your mind off things.

“Didn’t have the space for it,” I countered. It was true. I had my two beam swords on my back. Two pistols holstered at my waist. A burner strapped to my right thigh. Four knifes on my arm and sides and a pack with extras on my left tight. A rifle was in my hands. The others were similarly decked out. You might think that we would face the demons with light loads, but a demon can run circles around an Olympic sprinter without breaking a sweat. I even saw them run up a wall. I looked at the bottle I had in my hands. Whiskey. From 2134. One of the group gave me before our climb down to our execution grounds. I popped the top and downed a swallow. It burned like hell going down. They didn’t make stuff like that anymore. Gasping, I passed it on. In turn, they took their last drink.

The wall shattered. Cracks shot through it like lightning frozen in the sky. The section of the barrier that protected the gate splintered. The shards sliced into a couple demons as it fell, a well appreciated gesture on its part, but the rest faded in a burst of light. The demons roared victory and charged. Shoots screamed out behind us as the snipers hailed laser fire on them. I smiled as the demon surged down the central drive. It was lined with statues of the saints. Beautiful carvings that were untouched by demon hands. Carvings of the saints and martyrs that died in the name of the Lord. They were probably over a hundred years old. The artist would probably cry if he knew what I planned. As the demons neared, explosions engulfed the base of the carvings. Rigged from spare power cells and jammed guns, they ripped the supports apart. Slowly, dreamlike, the saints fell on the demons, crushing them under their weight, burning those that touched it with their sacredness.

“Well boys,” I said, heaving my rifle into a more comfortable position. “Let’s meet on the other side, shall we?” With that, I charged in, a hoarse yell bursting from my lips. A yell echoes by my companions as they too charged the horde.[/spoiler][spoiler=He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.]

My rifle jammed. Technically, the breaker tripped, but jammed sounded nicer. I didn’t waste time to try fix it. George had tried. He looked up just in time for a demon to rip his throat out. Instead, I set the output to maximum and hurled it into the mass. A demon snatched it from the air. Probably thought he was clever too. He was still grinning when the power cell exploded, taking him out, and about five others too. The pastors pray seemed to have worked.

With the fallen statues blocking the road, the portion of the demons that got past the shooting gallery was a modest amount. Unfortunately, modest was still bad. Demons popped up faster than we could take them down. One bit of good news; the statues, though fallen and damaged, still held on to their holy properties. While the demons did not get destroyed on contact, it did leave rather impressive burn.

Kai and Jared had climbed onto one of the fallen statues. Since the demons couldn’t touch it, they had to resort to leaping at them, making them easier to shot down. I knew a good thing when I saw it, so I followed their lead. Prancing back, I avoided a strike that would have otherwise disembowelled me, instead only earning four shallow scratches. I pressed my back against the statue and drew both pistols, aiming for the head of the demons that surrounded me. Even as I killed, a demon leapt unto Shawn’s back. Claws slashed and blood and bone fragments flew. Another blindsided Ralph when he turned to take out Shawn’s killer. Damn. I snapped out my arms, and fired at random. Aiming was over rated anyway.

From my vantage point, I saw the group surging into the church. They finally managed to force the doors open. That didn’t matter to me anymore. Nor to Kai or Lionel or Jared. A pained scream jarred my nerves. Jared was plucked from his post and forced into the mass of demons. A scrabble rose and I swore I spotted a limb or two fly. Scratch Jared off that list. Only thereof us left. I scrambled up onto the statue, keeping low to avoid Jared’s unfortunate fate. Abruptly, the rain of laser fire that was holding back the main force cut off. I spared to second to figure out while. The steps, being a site of mass prayers back in pre-Armageddon days, burned demons just as well as the statues. We had hoped that meant the snipers were safe. Wrong. Demons tended to be hive minded, only wanting to kill humans. They leapt from the base of the bordering hillside and landed on the snipers; claws with tremendous power behind them crushing them almost instantly. Not a nice way to go.

As if that wasn’t enough problems for me, one of my pistols stared beeping in protest. The thing with beam pistols that even though they are built for prolonged use and had a nifty little regulator circuit that shunted the heat the barrel built up heat back to be used to charge the power source. It still had a limit. And, apparently, I had hit mine. Just perfect. Still shooting with my working gun, I chucked it over my shoulder and pitched myself off the statue. The high whine of the overheated pistol cut off with a muffled explosion. The screams of the demons was a lovely counter-point. Started by my change in tactics, the demons paused. I drew my sword in a flash and halved the closest demon, not waiting for them to recover. Again: brave, not stupid.

With a pistol in one hand and sword in the other, I carved my way through the demons. Slash, slash, shoot, parry, shoot, thrust, slash, shoot, shoot, slash. My world narrowed to whatever demon happened to wander into my range. Pain numbed as I felt the familiar surge of adrenaline in my system. I was still taking hits from demons; punches I couldn’t roll away from, slashes that made contact and tore through fabric and underlying flesh. I just didn’t care. Science says that in times of stress, the human brain accelerates it functions, making time seem to stand still from the persons stand point. They were right.

The demon’s movement slowed. I could see the anger, rage and hatred that contorted their faces as I resisted them. I could see the sheen of saliva on their fangs and make out the drops of spittle that flew as they screamed outrage and appreciate the redness of their spilt blood as I ripped and tore into them. There was a sharp pain in my side. I turned and slashed, jumping away, as much as I could in the crowded space. My sword cleaved through flesh and bone, severing the arm that connected to the claws in my side. My pistol jumped as I fired; killing the demon they belonged to. I was alone. Kai and Lionel had fallen during my rampage. I didn’t know how, but there was no other fighting going on, so they must have. Which meant that I know had a horde of demons all to myself. What fun.[/spoiler][spoiler=Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff comfort me.]

The demons were silent. They stood in a lose circle around me, crowding together. A good number of them were swarming up the hill, futilely attacking the powerful barrier of the cathedral. Always knew they were stupid. They had a look I had never seen before on a demon’s face; respect. Not just respect, but fear. The demons were afraid of me. Wasn’t that sweet. If they would only run home too.

“Why?” a hoarse voice asked. “Why do you fight us? You are alone. You have no hope. Night has fallen and the legion will come. Why do you resist your fate? Accept it stop fighting the inevitable.” I thought about it. My armour was in tattered pieces. My second pistol was dangerously close to overloading. My team was gone. There wasn’t really any point in continuing, was there?

It should have been depressing. It really should have. All my men were dead. And I was going to die soon too. There was no avoiding that. I should have cried or something. Instead, it struck me as funny. I laughed. The demon’s tried their fear. They covered themselves in imaged of my fallen comrades, images of gruesome monsters, terrors both named and unnamed. I could swear one of them looked like my third grade teacher. I guess they expected me to break, to crack. I almost felt sorry to disappoint them.

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, sheathing my sword. “Nah. Nope. Think I’ll stick with fighting. The more of you I take out here, the less those guy up there will have to deal with,” I cocked my head at the cathedral. “So what if it pointless? I’m gonna die either way.”

I threw my pistol. They learned. This time, no idiotic demon tried catching it, they tried avoiding it. Too bad. A flare of energy burst from my burner. It struck the pistol as the gun arched to the ground. The plume of power melted the pistol, ruptured the power source. A ball of superheated plasma erupted and engulfed a chunk of them. Burners looked like a bastard child of an energy rifle and a beam pistol. It was heavy, unstable and dangerous. They were one of the most dangerous handheld weapons man ever made. The power source was a hybrid fission/plasma generator. Pistols fired light energy in a carrier beam that discharged energy into the target. Burners shot a flare of pure, undistilled plasma. They were only used in extreme war zone conditions as armour piercing weapons. Mostly because they had a nasty tendency to burst through the target and hit whatever was behind it. They often burned through that too, causing even more damage. And it could fire two and a half shots per second. Needless to say, it was one of my favourite guns.

Laughing because I had nothing to lose, I lost myself in the fight. Flares of plasma tore through demons like they were stuffed animals. Even grazes were deadly as flesh superheated and cooked. Gore flew like confetti as a parade, splattering everywhere. The demons were still faster. They still had greater numbers. There claws still tore into me. My blood still spilt on the asphalt. But hey, I was ganna die anyway. Why should I hold back? I’m going to die anyway. Why should I fear the demons? I’m going to die anyway. Why should I care about what injuries I get? I’m gonna die anyway.

A demon managed to get close enough to slash my back. Luckily, my swords protect my from the worst of it and the demon was soon nothing but another splattering of gore on my clothes. I whirled and fired rapidly. The shots flew over the heads of the demons. No problem. I wasn’t aiming for them anyway. Most of my shots missed. That would teach me not to aim, but one managed to rip into the base of the cross that topped the steps. With a loud crash, the cross tumbled down the steps; crushing demons as it fell, burning others as it slid to a halt. I was gonna die. But Dying is lonely. I’m sure no one would mind me taking a few of my new friends with me.[/spoiler][spoiler=Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.]

The thing with burners, is that they were only good for two or so dozen shots. After that, the flares burned out the muzzle of the gun. When it finally died, I tossed it, not bothering to rig the power source. The fission/plasma generator needed a good twenty meter clearance anyway. Instead, I ripped one of my swords out and snagged a knife. The pastor did good work on these, not only praying over them, but also carving a rough cross on them. My sword swung and demons lost limbs. My knife flashed and fatal wounds gaped. And they said I was stupid for taking that archaic swordsmanship class. Came in handy for fighting demons, it did.

It was a dance of Blood and Gore and Death and Madness. A wide, crazed grin was plastered to my face. Energy surged through my limbs. Why question where it came from? I wasn’t going to survive to wonder about it anyway. The adrenaline rush was wearing off. Every move resulted in an eruption of aches. Each step triggered a jolt of stinging up my spine. I ignored it. Several large gashes on my arm testified that the knives were too limited in range to use in a demon fight. So I left them in safe places. Like demon eye sockets, legs, chests. You get the picture.

I dragged out my other sword and hacked away. The pain was getting to the point where I couldn’t ignore it. My vision swam and blurred. My strikes lacked the power they once had. I slipped on a piece of intestine that hung from a demon corpse. Crap. I caught myself by jamming the sword to the ground, as well as catching a foot with my face. I knocked me back and almost over. A curtain of blood blocked one eye. But I seriously doubted I would have been able to see out of it anyway, not with the way one of those clawed toes had dug into it.

Demons swarmed me. I laughed. Damn. Blood loss was getting to me. Swinging wildly, the only thing I good do at the time, I tried to wad them off. To tell the truth, I was staggering and my swords lashed out as I fought for balance. A demon grabbed my arm and ripped the sword from it. To hell with it. I jammed my other sword into and through him, pinning him to the ground like a grizzly scarecrow. I still had my fists. So what if I couldn’t feel them? It was probably better that way.

Blood stained and in ravaged clothes, I probably looked like something from a horror show. So did demons. I punched one soundly in the face. A loud crunch sounded. Not sure if it was my knuckles or its nose. A quick look. Yep; my fist. No matter. A broken fist still hits hard. When one grabbed my arms, I kicked it as hard as I could in the knee. I was sure I heard my bones snap, but I had the satisfaction of seeing and hearing the demon scream. I had another leg. Now if I could keep my balance.

A fist smacked it my chest, hard, knocking me over. As if I actually had a chance. The demon stabbed my through my stomach out the other side. Damn, that think had long claws. At least it cut my spine, deadening all feeling below my waist. If only he could do something about the rest of my aches. I could smell the foulness of ripped bowels. I was going to die in an ever widening pool of my own blood and s***. Lying there, I realized no other demon was approaching me. The one that stabbed my walked into me line of sight.

“Lay there and die human,” it snarled. “It was futile to resist us form the beginning,”

I smiled. It hurt like crazy to do even that simple thing. Since I lost my momentum, all those wounds I had ignored were lobbying for attention. It hurt to talk too, but I did it anyway. “Alrighth boys,” I managed. It sounded wet and slightly gurgling. That last blow shattered a few of my many cracked ribs and pierced a lung. The joys of pain. “Ith was a blassst... b-but all good things.... mu-mu-muust come to an... an end.” I didn’t think I could feel pain any worse than I was already suffering through until I coughed. I reached weakly for a small remote I strapped to my waist, fingers closing wearily around it. “It’s time for me to go... meet the Big Guy.... Y-y-y-y-you too.... We’ll make it a party... I don’t know if He’ll have-ve-ve-ve mercy on m-my soul... but what th-the hell...” Like I said, my instincts were always right. I closed my eyes, embracing eternity, and pressed the button. “I’m... gonna die anyway."
[/spoiler][spoiler=Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.]

The last plan. A last ditch effort in case of the worst case scenario. A culmination of kill it with fire, blow ’em to bits and It’s the only way to be sure. Ten explosives placed around the lot. Keyed to the signal from any of the small, unremarkable remotes the seven carried on their persons. To be triggered if the horde was too much for them. To be triggered if, and when all hope was lost. And all hope was lost.

One thing they all knew was that enough demons could shatter any barrier. And a barrier grew stronger when the faithful gathered within it. Given time, the cathedral’s barrier would be near unbreakable. Given enough time. With the horde within the outer barrier, time was something they did not have. To have a horde prowling outside the new sanctuary was too much for the flock to stomach. Plus, more demons were lurking about the outer wall. So they agreed to the plan. Unlike the bombs that blew the statues, these were real, military grade explosives. They went off perfectly.

Ten shockwaves expanded around the lot, ripping apart the asphalt, tearing from the ground and hurling it several feet into the air. The energy released set off the jury rigged bombs in the packs of the seven. They too went off, adding their power to the maelstrom of fire and heat and energy. The bodies of the seven were consumed in the heat. Human spawned demons burned as well. Hell spawned one had better tolerance of heat and fury. If the explosions were all that happened that night, the cathedral would have been in trouble. But it wasn’t.

No one knew how holy ground worked. No one was sure how prayer and blessings empowered weapons. And if the demons kept up their assault, no one would. But they worked. Seven was a scared number, a number of perfection in the Christian religions. The cross was a symbol of the sacrifice the saviour made to give humanity hope. Martyrs were men and women that gave their lives for the sake of others. Did the act of the seven fighters constitute martyrdom? Was the fact that they were seven important? Was it the faith that the flock had in their actions the turning point? Did God approve of the sacrifice? Or was it a legitimate miracle? It was not clear. What was clear was the pillar of light that shot to the sky. It held for an instant before expanding in a wall. It surged over the broken lot, the scared steps, the damaged gate. It climbed the hill and covered the cathedral. The wall passed harmlessly through the people sheltering in the cathedral, but destroyed any demon it touched. The wall touched the broken barrier and it sprang back with renewed life, stronger and more powerful than before. It washed out past the barrier and collapsed, cleansing the demon taint from the land surrounding the cathedral.[/spoiler][spoiler=Amen]
“Run! Don’t look back! Just keep running!” The three survivors ran towards the beckoning figure. A short young woman in tattered clothing led the trio. Behind her, a long limbed man dashed with a little boy in his arms. Laser fire shot past them, aiming for the group of demons that chased them. Ignoring the burning of strained muscles, they pressed and leapt through the gate. The chasing demons ran right after them, and into the barrier that invisibly protected the gate.

“Thank God you’re okay,” the voice that had called to them safety. She looked up into a kind face and an outstretched hand. Taking it, she climbed to her feet and looked around. A beaten path walled with a short stone hedge stretched across a field and climbed the hill to a church. Around her, plants waved in the soft wind. Buildings dotted the hillside and she could see people working in what appeared to be gardens. Their rescuer, a middle aged woman, patiently guided them down the path.

“What is this place?” her male companion asked as he followed her lead. The boy in his hands stared with the wonder that surrounded him. At the base of hill, a stone structure stood in a clearing. Carved on the base were the words: In remembrance of the seven and their sacrifice. “How is this possible? Farming? A community? How?”

She smiled. “Welcome to the Flock.”
[/spoiler]

[WTFauKorean]

this is an awesome side story to time core you really bring that rp up you should do more advertising to get people to read it

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

I very much enjoyed that. However it the typing looked rushed. There were a couple of instances where you switched to 3rd person, and simple spelling errors.

Would have liked more of a description of the demons.

But all in all very enjoyable and exciting to read, look forward to more.

[GreyCat]

Thanks! As for the errors... meh. I normally write in third person, so whenever I do first, I tend to lapse. But I was sure I fixed that... Anyway, I think I got them all this time. As for the spelling, I know what I want and type. May be a mild case of writers malapropism. I think I got them all too.

And Chapter Two is up.

[GreyCat]

Part three is up and part four should be ready later today.

[GreyCat]

Ok, it took longer than I thought, but part four is up.

[GreyCat]

And the first story is finished. parts five, six and the epilogue are up. Still waiting for critique.