- Osore and the girls are seen walking about the town. While Yami's computers were decoding the processor the took from his robot version. She insisted they go on about the town. They stop in front of a candy store. -

Yami: This is one of my favorite places believe it or not. The candy they sell here is the best in America. Come on you too. I got a sweet tooth and she's achin' for some goodies.
Volha: ( to Osore ) Okay I know I hail from russia but do all of californians talk like this?
Osore: ... I don't mind. Why do you? *grabs the door*
Yami: ( to Volha ) I heard that and you didn't tell me he was such a gentleman!
Volha: I didn't know he was. He's so silent most of the time and he keeps to himself.
Yami: Hanging out with me will change that. Just watch Volha.
Volha: Good luck.


- The trio began browsing the store. -

" The next few days I spent resting. I learned more of Yami. What intrigued me most about her was her family life. Being the only child she was sensibly spoiled rotten by her parents. While I've noticed she doen't act it.... she is highly intelligent for her age. Graduating from colleges with multiple degrees. Astonishing enough. All before her 17th birthday. She proved lonely . As I shifted through her mind while she talked. "

- Osore pays for the sweets and the three walk out of the store. -

" She was an excellent art thief. "

Volha: These are really good Yami! Really sweet and fruity!
Yami: Oh yeah. Chap's candies are the greatest. Here try this. You too Osore.
Osore: ... *takes it and looks at it*

" One of the best. "

- Volha puts it in her mouth and chews. She jumps in the air with delight. Yami offers her more and Volha tackles her. The playfully fight over control of the wonderful candies. Osore looks at them and covers his face. -

" She never got caught and she left no evidence for them to go on. She was very careful and very organized. She proved charismatic and perky as well since we came along. She understood pain... or so she told herself. My story is sading but does it really call for such sympathetic tears? Just like Volha... I didn't tell her everything. For reasons I'll reveal on a later date. Today however. Is a memorable day for me. Because it was on this day. "

Woman: *inside a hotel* No please! Let go of me! Let go of me! Ahhh! *struggles* No!

- Osore's face goes white. He lets the sweet candy fall from his fingertips and it crumbled as it hit the concrete. Yami and Volha stop fighting and get up. They looked at eachother and then to Osore. -

Volha: *walking up to him* Osore?
Yami: *waves hands in front of his face* Osore? Snap out of it hombre.
Osore: *becomes angry and tightens his fists.*

- Volha and Yami take a step back. Osore closes his eyes and looks at them. -

Osore: Excuse me.

- Osore ran inside of the nearest building. Volha looked at Yami and she shrugged. -

Yami: If he's gotta use the john I guess there is no better place than The Pavillion huh Volha?
Volha: We should follow him. He looked angry Yami.
Yami: Yeah I saw him rip the brain out of a robot. I'm good right here.
Volha: Come on!
Yami: Make me! *sticks tongue out*  D:'

- Volha grabs Yami and the two enter the hotel. -

* Inside of suite 203 *

Woman: Get off of me Randall! Nooo! STOP! *struggles*
Randall: I love this fire in you! Hey Charlie... Hold this bitch down while I tape her mouth shut.
Charlie: Yeah... hee hee... don't wanna hear the piggy squealin'.
Woman: *muffles screams*
Randall: *rips her top open and pulls up her mini skirt* Ohh... damn you lookin' real good baby.
Charlie: Too bad heh Randy" *takes out pocket knife and licks it* She won't be in a little while.
Randall: I just wanna see that pretty face while we play that game. When you get her... do wahtever. *unbuckles pants*

- The front door busts open and Osore charges in. -

Randall: What the hel * Osore snatches him off the ground and pins him to the wall by his shirt*  oough!
Charlie: What the fuck?
Randall: Charlie man. Kill this fucker bro!

- Charlie flicks his pocket knife open and steps forward. He swung the blade at Osore scratching his face with it. Osore let go of Randall and grabbed Charlie's arm. He flipped him to the ground  and disarmed him. Osore then proceeded to brake Charlie's arm and snapped his neck. The woman sits up and takes the tape off of her mouth. -

Randall: *stands up coughing* You son of a ! *woman screams*

- Osore kickflipped up and thrusted his robotic hand threw Randall's head. Blood, brain matter, and skull fragments splattered on Osore's face. -

Osore: No one touches my sister...

- Osore eletricuted the mans body tossed it to the ground. He starred at his blood splattered hands. Enjoying the feel of it dripping off his fingers. He touched his face with it smiling manically as he ran his hand down his face. He turned around and looked at the woman. She sat against the wall shivering, holding her shirt closed. Seeing this snapped Osore back into reality. -

Osore: Kokoro...
Kokoro: O... O... Osore...

- Osore helped his sister up and they left the room. Yami and Volha had just come out of the elevator to greet them. The said nothing at first. They just stared at the gore covered Osore and the shaking aged woman he held close to him. They walked out unnoticed and Kokoro led them to her home. Osore shoed Volha and Yami off. The two went back to Yami's place. -

" Kokoro ran away from home three days before I graduated from college. She was only 16 at that time. I looked at my aged sister with relief. It was nice seeing her alive. I had taken her back home that night. We had much to talk about. "

- Once they had gotten there Kokoro seemed to be in better spirits. -

Osore: Kokoro...
Kokoro: Oh shut up Osore. Don't you even dare think of lectuing me right now!
Osore: What happened to you?
Kokoro: You happened that's what! You!
Osore: If I hadn't come in there you would've been dead!
Kokoro: FUCK YOU OSORE! FUCK YOU! I can handle myself!
Osore: Obviously not Kokoro! Why are you so edgy? Just how much of those drugs have you pumped into your system?
Kokoro: ...
Osore: You were so smart.... you were a very brilliant young woman. Look at you now. You ran away from home to become what?! A prostitute?!! You parade yourself in these degrading cloths and for what! Nothing? NOTHING!

- Kokoro slaps Osore. -

Kokoro: Watch what you say to me. You had to be better than me in every fucking little thing Osore. You were smarter.... you were faster... you were stronger. My mother and father pushed me away! For you! Some peice of shit they found in the fucking alley!
Osore: !!
Kokoro: What? You though you were birthed from them? You are so fucking stupid. You don't even look like any of us. I look back at those days and I wish you were dead! I wish you were fucking eaten by stray dogs! I would've lived on and became a great woman. You fucked that up for me!
Osore: You fucked that up for yourself. Clearly you are fucked up on something. Don't your remember all those times we played together? The laughs we shared? Remember telling me about that dream you had. You wanted to become a teacher and make a career out of singing. You left on your own accord.
Kokoro: SHUT UP!
Osore: As if that weren't bad enough... you made dad look like the bad guy... and he searched for you and he never made it back home.
Kokoro: So you blame me? For his death? You bastard! HOW DARE YOU OSORE! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHEN MOM DIED HUH? WHERE WERE YOU YOU SHIFTLESS...
Osore: Where was I? *angered* Where was I?! I  WAS THERE! I WATCHED THEM KILL HER! I WATCHED HER DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME KOKORO! SO WHERE THE FUCK WAS I? I WAS TAKEN BY THEM! AND LOOK! * shows her his arm and lifts up his shirt to show his scars* THEY DID THIS TO ME! FOR TEN YEARS THEY TORTURED ME! I'M RELIVE THAT NIGHTMARE EVERYDAY! SHE DIES IN FRONT OF ME EVERY NIGHT IN MY DREAMS KOKORO! *crying* Every... night.... she dies in front of me.

- The sound of a baby crying is heard from upstairs. Kokoro runs up the stairs and into the next room. Osore walks in behind her. -

Kokoro: *picks up the baby* You woke him up Osore....
Osore: Koko...you...
Kokoro: He's just making a year now. You wanna say hi to Uncle Osore little Rukijin? *baby cries louldy* shhh... shhh....its okay. Here say hi to uncle.

- Kokoro put the baby into Osore's arms. He looked at the baby and rocked him back n' forward. The baby began to quiet down. Kokoro pressed her back too the wall and she began to cry. -

Kokoro: Osore... you see what I've become? I'm a mother. I have no degrees... no education. I'm just barely getting by with what I have. I can't even afford a babysitter for Rukijin. *cries harder*
Osore: Where is his father?
Kokoro: Frederick is a big time hot shot from Washington. I fled here so me and Rukijin could get away from him Osore. He's a crazy man. Got a gang. The BloodLords he calles them. I didn't want that for Rukijin ya know? I didn't want him to grow up around all that violence. Frederick use to beat me when I told him that. So I ran away. He must still be searching for me. *wipes her tears away* But he'll never find me.
Osore: Come with me then...
Kokoro: No. No osore. You should go see Mom though. She was buried in this town...
Osore: Mom...

- Osore put the baby back into his crib and he turned toward the door. Kokoro stopped him. -

Kokoro: Mom wanted you to have this... come on.

- Kokoro and Osore left out the room and went back down stairs. They entered the living room and she walked up to a box. She opened it and handed him the object. -

Osore: What...
Kokoro: It's a soul jem Osore. Mom wanted to give this to you on your birthday. The second part to this gift is at her grave. Please go there.... go see her.
Osore: I will. *turns around*
Kokoro: *hugs him* Its good to see you again...I'm... I'm so sorry...
Osore: Good bye...

- Osore walked out of the house and headed down the street. A man on a motorcycle came to a stop and watched Osore leave the house. He put his boot down on the pavement a gaint red F was visble. -

Volha: It's getting really late. Where is Osore?
Yami: I'm a little worried too Volha. Lets go look for him huh?
Volha: Yeah... that might be best.

- Volha and Yami got dressed and headed for the front door. They found Osore standing in the doorway. He shut the door behind him and looked at the ground. The glowing gem dangled from his hair. He clenched a staff tightly in his left hand. He took a folded sheet of paper he had in his right hand and stuffed it into his pocket. He turned to them and let his gaze fall to the floor. -

Osore: Sorry I'm late.
Yami: ...O... Osore?

" Like I was saying.... this very day was memorible for me. Because on this very night around 9:17 am...."

Yami: *listening to the T.V.* ... *gets up* OSORE!

" Under the non- existant light of the new moon... "

Yami: On the news!

" It was on this silent... starless night... "

Yami: That's the woman from earlier right?
Osore: *looks at the television* No... *runs out the door*

" My sister Kokoro... "

Volha: Osore where are you going?
Yami: What's gotten into him?

" Died. "

Team Owaru: Osore's Story XI
Chapter Eleven: Haunting Pasts, Troubling Futures

The following week-- Halloween.

A resident opened their front door to find a trio of trick-or-treaters.

"Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Gimme something good to eat! If you don't I'll… TP your whole house and you won't know who did it cuz you can't see my face!"

Eddie lowered her sunglasses and gave the Asian boy an unimpressed look.

"Steve."

"What!" Steven exclaimed, shocked. He pulled his Ghostface mask up over his head. "How'd you know?!"

"You're always with Chuck and Don." She looked over at the two. Don was dressed as Shaun of the Dead and Chuck- Chuck was simply wearing a sign that read 'Bob Saget'. "Nice costume. I thought you said you were too mature to go trick or treating."

"Eh, last minute decision..." Chuck replied. "Who're you supposed to be?"

"Izzy Stradlin."

"Pfff, she said stradlin'." Steven snickered.

"It's the name of one of the guitarists from Guns N' Roses." Don said.

"Yep," Eddie nodded. "Alicia's Slash and our cousin, Junior, would've been Axl, if he hadn't got sick. But we have Tyler."

Tyler popped out from behind Eddie.

"Boo!"

"He's a moose...head," the girl shifted her eyes to the side awkwardly. "Anyways, do you guys want to go trick or treating with us? We're about to leave."

"Sure!" Chuck grinned.

"More the merrier," Don added.

"Cool." Eddie leaned into the doorway and called out. "'Licia, hurry up!"

"Comiiiing!" Alicia called from inside. There's a thumping from inside of the house as the blonde ran towards her sister. She bumps into Tyler and parts the wig's abundant curls. "It's hard to see out this thing!"

"Same with the moose head!" Tyler agreed. "We'll be blind buddies!"

"Yaaaaaaay!"

The two run out the door pass Chuck and the others.

"Uh..."

"Yeahh...shall we, Bob?" Eddie stepped out and closed the door behind her.

With that the group head off down the street.

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"Trick-or-treat!"

A handful of candy was handed out to each kid that came up to the resident's door.

"Thank you!" Chuck called out as the group walked back down the owner's walkway.

"Good thing we brought pillow cases, yeah?" Steven said, holding his up. "Stuff's gonna last me 'til Thanksgiving, yee!"

"Or, or you could save all the candy and eat it for Thanksgiving." Tyler replied.

"Man, that would be kind of cool but I don't think I could wait that long. I gotta have my daily intake of candy, yo."

"Well I mean you could still eat some of the candy, but save most of it."

"I dunno, man."

As Tyler and Steven had this discussion, a small group of kids in the background were heading up a walk way to a house. As they approached, the home owner was slowing walking towards them. In mid trick or- the man grabbed one of the kids and leaned in. Screams emitted from the three, but only two ran away.

"Ew, is that guy macking on that kid?" Steven wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"What?" Chuck turned his head in the direction.

"Gross!" Tyler said.

"Oh, stop it!" Alicia exclaimed. "They're just hugging! That's probably the kid's dad."

"Dun look like it to me," Steven replied.

"Of course it doesn't." Don rolled his eyes.

"Hey Eddie, can we stop for the night?" Chuck asked. "We could head back to my house and hang out there for a while."

"Sure," Eddie replied. "Is that alright with you guys?"

"Yeah," Alicia said. "It's starting to get too dark for the wig."

"Alrighty then," Chuck said. "Le's go."

The group continued to walk. Steven took one last look back at the man and child who were still in embrace.

"PE-DO-PHILE!" Steven shouted.

"Dude!" Chuck gasped as the group quickly ran away (some giggling in the process) before any expected exchange of words occurred between them and the man.

One of my earliest memories is of when I first poured for myself a glass of milk. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but until that point, one of my parents had always done it for me. However, they had stepped out for a moment, and I was in the mood for a drink. I lifted the jug up onto the counter and fetched a glass, and at that point inspiration struck.

What would happen if I kept pouring? I had trusted my all-knowing parents without question my entire life, at least up until that fateful day, when I had an idea that was truly my own. I was going to infinity.

I raised the jug and poured, and within moments I was testing my grand idea. Half-full, I could barely contain my excitement. Nearing the rim, I had nearly chickened out; this was where my parents always stopped, should I do like them? No, I would see my idea through to the bitter end. The liquid flowed over the top of its small container, only this and nothing more. I cleaned the spill, and, with me as its only witness, the incident was all but forgotten.

This memory from my early childhood as stayed with me as one of my greatest influences, and I hope to never forget it. It has helped shape me and my views, and the underlying principles forming my impressionable mind. I wouldn't allow myself to become that small glass, overflowing with only the smallest helpings. I was going to infinity.

He found a record in the garbage. There it was, without a sleeve, label scratched and stained beyond recognition, lying among the used papers and yesterfoodstuffs of a spilled-over trash can on the side of the road. He picked it up and brought it home to listen to. Its mystery intrigued him.

He had never heard the band before in his life. None of the songs sounded even vaguely familiar to him, and when he played the record for his friends, none of them had heard it either. He even asked around near where he had found it, but no one seemed to know anything about it. The record was a complete enigma. But he liked it.

As time went on he fell in love with the music- the sound of the singer's voice, the twang of the guitar, the soft ripple of the piano, the low buzz of the bass, the drama of the drums. He had no idea who they were, or when the record was made, or where it was recorded- no identification whatsoever. But that didn't matter to him. Romeo asked no name of his rose.

Even the flaws drew him in. The record was scratched and skipped a groove in one place and the sound was freckled with crackling noises. But to him it was all part of the experience. Each blemish paired reality to its beauty.

One day the boy became impatient. He had to know where the record came from. He had to find out the name of the band because he had a plan- he wanted to see them perform.

From then on he desperately sought any information he could get about the record: he played it in ever record store he could find, but none of the clerks could help him. He called up all the local radio stations, but none of them would stay on the phone long enough to hear it, except for one, who told him the name of a band and then hung up.

But he knew it was a false lead. He had heard that band before, and he knew they did not create his beloved record.

After a steady succession of failures, the search just about came to a halt. But he never stopped dreaming of the day he would see his anonymous favorite band in concert.

The fateful day arrived when the boy was traveling in another city, and he heard one of his songs playing in a car driving by. He got up from the cafe table he was sitting at, hastily paid for his lunch and ran down the street as fast as his heart, lungs, and legs would propel him.

The car stopped.

A young woman rolled down her window and asked if he needed anything. Just the music, he told her. The name of the band that was playing.

She told him everything. It was an obscure album, but she liked it too. She took the tape's case out of the glovebox and showed it to him. It was an incredible moment that felt almost unreal to him.

Then he asked her about what became of the band. This album is a bit old. Have they done anything since then?

The look in the girl's eyes after that was all he needed to know, but the words struck him all the same.

That album was their only release. The singer died a year before the boy was born.

Silent Prayer

Loneliness.
The only thing I can feel.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
Is that selfish?
I brought this upon myself...

Wandering alone.
Gazing.
Our eyes meet.
I wasn't looking for you.
But it made my heart skip a beat.
What goes through your mind?

Heart-throbbing.
Everything attacks me as I try falling asleep.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
Is that selfish?
I did this to myself...

Music plays.
Loudly.
That song comes on.
I close my eyes.
I wasn't thinking about you.
But it made my heart ache.
What do you think about?

Denial.
It doesn't ever escape me.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
I'm sorry...
for my selfishness.

It strikes 11:11.
A shooting star sails silently through the night sky.
I close my eyes...
and then think about you.
Because that's all God needs to know.

   One late night on the sunset strip, while everyone was walking their own separate ways, there was a young red head prancing his way through 'the jungle' of a sidewalk. Where he was going, no one knew. But with hair teased that high and the look in his eye told you to get out of his way. He looked from the left, and to the right. With his eyebrows narrowed and his mouth tightly closed, W. Axl Rose stopped at his destination.
  Just as he was about to enter, a man with overly done eyeliner and a beer gut stared at the young rock star.
  Axl looked right back at him with a piercing stare. "You want somethin'?" he snapped.
  "N-no..." The man stammered.
  "Well to bad 'cause you're gettin' somethin'." Axl sneered as he walked towards the man. Soon they were hurling fists and biting flesh until the beer-gutted-man pulled out a knife and put it to the singer's valuable throat.
  "Not so tough now, are ya?" he panted. Axl didn't dare move. His eyes searched for something-anything that might help him. Noting. He closed his eyes. This is it. He had gotten in too deep this time. Why didn't he just walk into the building like he was supposed to? But that man...the look he had on his face…well it didn't really matter. This is the end. Goodbye world… he thought to himself as he silently gulped, Take care of Izzy and Erin for me. Let Erin know I love her. And Izzy…just try to keep him out of trouble...
  Just as Axl thought those last thoughts, a hand came and grabbed the knife away from the young red head's throat.
  "Is there a problem here, Sir?" OH THANK GOD. The hand belonged to a police officer who looked as if he could take the man and Axl out without breaking a sweat.
  "What? No—well yes—uhhh…" Axl smiled as he saw the fear in the man's eyes. Who's tough now, wuss?
  "I think you need to come with me." The officer calmly said.
  "But—wait—no! It's not my fault!" the man cried as he was taken away into the police car. As the policeman drove off, Axl tipped his head and smiled in thanks. That night, as the young Axl Rose walked into the moderately large building, he thanked all policemen everywhere. He knew it would be the first, and the last time he would ever do so.

Chapter 18- Distractions

*Before D+D and Jori continued, two figures appeared by them. One was a Lupe, and the other was a Gelert*

Jori: o_0???
D+D: what the-
Jerusolum: HELLO PEOPLES!!
Sabotaz: *smiling like he was having a coma* HoW aRe YoU tOdAy?!
Jori and D+D: o_o....*blinkblink*


*Sabotaz runs into a wall while Jerusolum walks in circles like a psycho*

Jori: O_o what the heck?!
D+D: o_o...they...are....PERFECT!

*D+D grabs Sabo and Jeru's arms and then tosses them in an open window*

Both: WeEeEeEeEeEe~ *crash*

*HM's room*

HM: >_o;;; whut the heck?!

*Two shadows  rose in HM's room. HM watched with real wide eyes*

HM: O___O||||||
Sabo: We are here.....
Jeru: to....
HM: O_O To what?!
both: TO PARTAY!!!

*The two danced. HM raised an eyebrow, then pointed his hand like a gun at them, blasting fire on their feet*

HM: Time to dance, wierdos!
both: ok! *dance the tango with their feet on fire*
HM: e_______e geez, they're wierd

*Suddenly from behind HM, a shadow grabbed him in a bag*

HM:!!!! *muffled voice*

D+D: hehehe....got ya!
Jori: yaaaaaay!

End of chapter 18. What will happen to our heroes?!

Chapter 16- Confusion, Confusion, and more Confusion!

*+Musical Intercourse Wit picture flips of all the characters...All but one*

*We left off last time with D+D, HM, and Mew walking in the forest*

HM: e~e are we there ye-
D+D: Arrrgh, matey!! We be not there yet!!!
HM: o_o.....What...the.....h-
Mew: Straight ahead!!!! *points*

*HM looked where Mew was pointing, revealing a neighborhood, the neighborhood with the heros' house*

HM: There's my home!! *runs to home*
Mew: Waaaaaait *follows*
D+D:...*dissapears*

*HM almost trips, but makes it without a scratch to the door of his house, waiting for Mew. Mew was tumbling down the hill, and then...CRAASH!!!*

HM: X___X||||||
Kiko: *opens door* hello li- o_o HM?! And....and....Whoever ye are!!!
Mew: My name is Mew -~-
HM: X___X aaah-hooow my leg D|



*Later*

HM: *limping down the hall* ow....ow......ow...OW........o_o- OW X_X
Mew: o_o You ok, Du-
HM: No, I am...not.....ow....ok...e___e
Mew: o_o ok....
HM: *walks...er...limps by Mew* I'll be- ow....in my- ow.......Room.... *walks in room and closes door* *faint* oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!
Mew: o_o he's wierd...
Kris: Thats just him..He's short-tempered
Mew: Where did you-....nevermind... I'm going to head home. See ya
Kris:...uh...bye?

*Mew walked out of the house. Kris watched with a blank stare*

Kris:...Was it something I did???


End of chapter 16

+ = I will draw seperate pictures of the picture flipping in the order I think of it. Sketched only. :D sorry lads!

Chapter 15- Befriending

*HM and Mew finally made it out of the castle. HM leaned on the wall of the castle to try and catch his breath, which was hard for him because it was a 3 minute run out*

Mew: *caught breath already* Soooo, who are you?
HM: *holds up a finger, meaning to wait*
Mew:....*waits*....

*few minutes later*

Mew: I'm bo-
HM: OK I got my breath back!
Mew: O_O;;; ok...
HM:...The name's HM, now that I can kinda trust you for saving me back there -_e
Mew: Cool name! My name is Mew Ringo!

*Mew holds out a paw to shake. HM stares at it for a while, thinking back for a moment, then sighs and shakes his hand without looking at him*

Mew: ^_^ That wasn't so bad, was it?
HM: >> oh hush. Now come on, lets head back to where I live.....*pauses before taking first step* ..... If I knew how to get out of here....
D&D: I can help!!! :D *walks in*
HM:....Say weren't you one of the-
D&D: SHHHH!!!!!
HM: o-o;;;;;
Mew: O_o?????
D&D: Fallow meeee!!! *walks slowly into a forest*

*HM and Mew look at eachother for a moment, then follow curiously*

End of chapter 15

Chapter 14- Sorting out the tensity

*A few minutes later in the living room*

Kiko:..Ok..HM is gone, SM is acting wierd, we have these strange doors that lock us in...Toime to move :D!
Kari: Yaaaaaa-
Kris: What about Heat Miser?
Kiko: HM?...I don't know...We need to find out why he is gone first...

*At the evil lair*

HM: *is tied up in the corner. Has a cloth covering his mouth* e-e;;;
Cal: Well he's good enough to have for a few days...Before he and the others are mine.

*Two doors open, letting out warm beams of light. A shadowy-figure walks in, revealing SM*

HM: O-o?!?!?!?!?!?
SM: *glares at HM for a moment* I see you got one already..
Jori: He was too hot to touch though D|
Cal: Silence, Jori!
Jori:...Okay :3

*While they were talking, a strange shadow sneaks by, up to HM*

HM: *looks freaked out* O-O|||||
Mew: *whispers* Shhh...I'm here to help...

*Two hands come and untie him. HM stays quiet as he takes the cloth off and sneaks away with Mew*

Cal: ...And we will be sure to-...ooooh no! He got away. Pac, find!

*Pac howls and then runs off. Out in the corridors, HM and Mew were running*

HM: Who..the heck are you...anyways?
Mew: I'll tell you later, but for now-

*Mew runs into Pac's leg. HM slides to a stop, falling back*

Pac: Where do you think you two are going?
HM: o_o;;;;;;; out?
Pac: Well I don't think so, firefox...You're going back with me...And so are you..*looks at Mew*

*While Pac talked, HM flicked a spark by the wall, crawling up to a torch*

HM: *pretends* oh no, what will I ever do!!! I surrender!! *hangs head down*
Pac:...Wierd...Yet good..
HM:...*looks at Pac* But you wont be hearing from me again

*The torch blows up into flames, spreading everywhere. Pac ducks and covers his eyes with his wings and paws. While distracted, HM grabs Mew's arm and runs out of the corridor*

End of chapter 14