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The beast moved, making the chain and feathers hit its neck, doubling the number of bodies. The mustard gas spread inside the church. Hector pulled of his mask, his eyes glowing brightly. He stood arms spread to the sides, absorbing the gas. His eyes turned yellow, making him fall to the ground. "Do you know the legend of Heracles? Do like him and burn the wound!" Hector yelled paralysed.

Corrine thanked the baker before turning back to Matt, “Definetly water, it’s hot out today. Maybe some supplies to make sandwiches?” She suggested.

Ari glanced at Hector a bit worried, but nodded, she snapped, her blades surrounding the beast’s neck, as well as above its head. She snapped again, trying out something new to heat the blades until they were red with heat. She snapped a final time, the blades were launched at the same time and speed.

Matt

"I agree. Let's go find another store." I said, starting to walk out of the bakery.

The beasts head got cut off, burned to seal the wound. "Can you help me up? As you see, I have currently fallen and I can't get up" He asked with a goofy tone.

She nodded and followed, holding his hand and carrying the pastry’s.

Ari chuckles a bit and walks over, pulling him up.

"Thank you for that. Now that I'm standing, you might ask the question, what the heck did he just do? You see, I have lied about my state of being. I'm not made of smoke, but gas. Now that that's over, we need to find a book with a blackened sun on it" Hector said and began looking around for it.

Matt

We walk around for a little while, looking around for another small store to get supplies. We eventually find one, a small mom and pop styled grocer. We walked inside and a little bell jingled. We walked over to the deli counter. I took a loaf of bread and then went over to the meat and cheese counter. "What kind of meat & cheese would you like?" I asked, still looking at all my options.

Corrine walked over and looked at all of the selections, “Ham? Everyone likes ham.” She said smiling.

"Let's split up, so it will go double the speed, ok?"

Matt

"Ham sounds good." I looked at cheese. "I'm thinking swiss or cheddar cheese for the sandwiches."

“You’re choice.” She said brightly, smiling. She was excited for the picnic and swimming, she hadn’t done either for a long time.

(i got another 5-11 shift tonight, so i feel ur pain)

Matt

"Hmm...let's do Swiss," I said with a smile. "I like spicy mustard, would you like some too?" I asked inquisitively. I didn't mind if she didn't like it, but it'd be an added bonus if she did.

Ari nods, looking in the individual rooms of the church for a sign of the black sun emblem.

Hector looked through the hallways. Nothing were to be found, until he stumbled upon the treasury. It were filled with gold and silver in all shapes. Behind Hector, his subconscious had manifested as himself, but in a gassy nightmarish style. It sat its head beside Hectors. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Hecky?" It whispered in his ear with a voice as cold as winters morning. "I'm over you, you are no longer me" Hector said, not looking at the nightmarish vision of himself.

“I’ve never had it before.” She responded, “Is it good?” She asked, laughing a bit.

((I’m free in 15 minutes!!))

Ari finds a library, filled with an assortment of books. She groans, walking inside, starting to search through the books.

The gas person laid its hands on Hector shoulder. "Don't you remember the ruin you brought with you, the joy it gave you, liers God? Let me" it drove its hand through the air, dragging gas with. "Look at it, your prime". The gas had formed a picture, a painting of Hector with a big fat grin. He had chains tangled around the necks of many. He stood on a pile of flags, a symbol of his conquering, gruesome vision. Hector closed his eyes shut, refusing to open them. "I'm a murder and I know it." He looked on the floor. "Remember this?" It whispered. The gas changed shape. The vision startled Hector. It was him, smashing a blue haired boys head in with a chain of gas. In the background were Arianna, crying, and a fairy girl as a bomb. Hector broke down upon seeing it, tears falling. Then gas person vanished along with the painful picture, leaving only Hector to his sorrows.

Ari’s eyes furrowed in concentration as she searched through the books. She had mainly lived a normal life, as if the events of that day no longer bothered her... as if she didn’t remember... as if her mind didn’t want her to remember.