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Posted 2004-08-05, 10:23 PM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Okay here's a new story! As thunder..."
Mwuahahahaha Mahahaha Mwuahaha*cough cough* ^ahem^ Here's part 2!

As day comes, Kohaku hides from the eyes of the living. He decides to search farther still, and on his way to the next village, he comes across the figure he had met before, only now he was strewn on the groud for abou 15 feet. He had with him a container that looked like an old lamp, and inside was a glowing sphere. He quickly snatched up the container and opened it, and what came out was the soul of the monster he had just defeated in the previous town. He quickly devoured it and questioned the downed Soul Thief known to many as Death. Death explained that he was on his way to Hell's Gate and was attacked by a creature that feared nothing, yet shrank in fear when he heard a scream of some sort. Kohaku then takes what little energy Death had away, and devoured his soul as well. He continued on his journey, and some 3 days later he had to stop. He believed that he was tired, but thought to himself, "The dead never tires. What manner of trickery is this?" Not long after his struggle to figure out what was wrong with him, he went unconscious. When he awoke, he was on a wagon that was being taken somewhere. The wierd thing was that he was not in a cage or in any way mistreated. He sat up and turned to the driver to ask where he was headed, and the driver just knodded his head and replied, "Don't worry, Traveler, go ahead and get your rest!" Traveler?!? Could he not see that he was a corpse walking the Earth. He told the driver, "You see me as a living corpse, yet you still help me? Why? I don't understand any of this!" The driver laughed, "Living corpse? Ha, you must have taken a greater hit than I thought!" Kohaku brings his knees to his chest, and realized that he was wearing someone else's legs. He jumped, and to his surprise, the legs moved with him. He remembered that he could absorb powers of fallen adversaries, but even full demons? This he thought could come in handy. He reached up to grab the driver when he felt a sudden rush of energy that invigorated him. The driver convulsed and turned to look at Kohaku and was shocked to see that the passenger he had picked up was in fact a living corpse. Flesh hung from tears in the skin, and a foul odor came from the rotted thing of a man. Kohaku quickly grabbed the driver and sucked his soul from his body into Kohaku's hands, and then swallowed it in one gulp. He focused his mind and took the form of the driver, and drove the wagon all the way to the next town.

In the next town, he dropped the cart off at the local stable and went to gather information from townspeople. The townsfolk outside of his hometown knew much about the Child Murderer and of the monsters and demons that roamed the world freely. He found a great deal of information on Hell's Gate, The Mayor, and a demon who happens to be terrorizing the local women. You decide to offer your services to make some money to purchase weapons and armor to battle you foes. Not too long after posting your services up at the Jailhouse, Pub, and few other places, you are known throughout the entire town as a demon slayer. You do not like the title, because you yourself are something of a demon, but it gets you money and information on many things you couldn't have gotten before. You even get free armor and weapons from some people, and free wagons, food, and horses from others. You decide to question the Mayor about the demon, but when Kohaku approaches the house, he hears a conversation between a man and a voice too low to hear. Kohaku immediately breaks in and sees a shadow vanish, and the Mayor has a look of guilt on his face. He accuses you of being a spy and are grabbed by nearby guards, and thrown in the jailhouse. After a few days of waiting, the Sheriff leaks some valuable information to you. He informs you that one of the maids of the mayor overheard him talking to himself in his room. When she peaked in, she saw a shadowed figure disappear into thin air. When she told the Sheriff, he told her it was her imagination, but when she returned to the mansion, she was never heard from again. So Kohaku decides to sneak into the mayor's mansion, and the Sheriff tells you of a passage way that leads from the cell, to an underground route, to right outside the north wall of the mansion. Kohaku takes his advice to check back every few hours, incase some one came to see the "driver" he would indeed be in the cell. The Perfect alibis, should something go wrong. He exited the cell and passed through the underground route which was a tunnel high enough so he could walk. This was his greatest benefit, for now he could run, and since he is dead he will not fatigue. It takes him about 20 minutes to make it through the tunnel, and as he comes out of tunnel, he realizes why it was near impossible to find, it was covered by a bush. He looks at the wall and ponders how he should enter. Should be stalethy, like James Bond? Or should he go in there "balls out" and kill anything and everything he comes across. He starts to pace back and forth when he sees a light come from the corner of the wall and head in his direction. He starts to panic and decides to hide in his escape tunnel. Just as he slides into the tunnel and closes it, the light passes over it...and sees nothing. Kohaku decides to plan this out a little more and heads back to his cell. When he arrives, the Sheriff tells him that he had a visitor. A lady. Kohaku doesn't know of anyone outside of his town, so who could know him?


Find out in tomorrow's installment of "Untitled" (hows that for an original title?) See ya a little bit later maybe!
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