Stations of the Cross, part two of blood sport

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“Why are we here? I want to know!” Sister Rosette asked as she came to a very quick idea of what was going on with the outside world.

“You have any idea what is going on?” Brother Matthew asked as he made sure of the doorway being locked.

“I have some idea. Where Chronos and I come from, fighting demons is nothing new. I have been in an organization called the Order of Magdalene,” Sister Rosette said as her eyes followed Brother Matthew to a large screened computer station.

Brother Matthew was very much surprised to hear what he was hearing. The idea of person from such a group was unbelievable. “The order of Magdalene…I have heard about them…I thought they were the stuff of myth!” he said, shaking his head.

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Myth…” Sister Rosette gaped in surprise. She wondered if he was just pulling her leg. Yet, this was early 21st century. She was still thinking that she and Chronos didn’t leave their time period.

“Yes…they are still in particle for now. Yet, there are others who had taken up the call as well!” Brother Matthew said.

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"The myth part is not all stories like you see in the movies!" she uttered, placning a hand up to forehead. "i have been living it through since i was a child."

the room shook a little from a blast.

"Great!" BRother Matthew said. he realized Sister rosette was no normal nun. "What is the deal with him?"

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the night was growing more heated as the battle on the outside of the underground bunker grew intense. the demons tried to break the heavily fortited door way. out of the last act for a possible counter attack, brother matthew punched in a code on a keyboard near by him.

"what are you doing?" Sister Rosette questioned him, with her heart in back her mouth.

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"Trying to keep the demons from hurting us!" the young monk said.

then, he thought of what Sister Rosette spoke of. She and Chronos were not made up. they were real.

then, he said, "What are you telling me!" brother matthew half glared at her. Then, it finally sank in.

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Sister Rosette huffed as she nearly smacked her cheek with a free hand. "I am real!" on racking her mind for the right words to say, Sister Rosette glared at the monk. Then, she gave a brief, but to the point story of what had happened to her and Chronos. The last thing she could remember was entering the temple back in Tyoko.

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Then, it was just a memory for her. she tried to piece things together as she woke up in other time, in other Tyoko. there was something eating at her since Sister Rosette awoke to this strange new world. Why did she ended up in the 21st century with Chronos. she asked Brother matthew, "Why am I and Chronos are here?"

there were horrific screaming filter from the outside of the bunker. the demons were being forced back by a high voltage force field.

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Brother Matthew was no longer puzzled. he had heard about warp gates in the city. someone or something was pulling time and space around for their own good. Was the sudden apperance of Sister Rosette and Chronos could be a clue. There was no time for questions or answers. There was only time fighting back.

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omi sat at a table, filled to overflowing with plates and bowls of all kinds. he couldn't believe his eyes to all the good food and drinks waiting for his approval. he was dressed in a cream coloured dressing gown and gray pjs. he had awoken to the sight of someone who wasn't a member of weiss or a hospital employee. instead he stared a young man who was dressed in a high collared frock coat. the room was a glow in candle light.

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he was not with Ken. He remember slightly the fighting somewhere. he tried to think of a reason why he pulled from the fighting. There was other question buzzing in his mind. Why was he fighting for.

Placing a hand up his forehead, he felt the ache from his head. he didn't feel like doing anything.

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the door opened up and a young man holding a tray entered the room. on the tray was a high necked crystal flask and two small crystal glasses. the young man could not be any more older than Omi. the young man with the tray asked with a smile, "Thristy?"

Omi just stared at the young man. Words seemed to be forming his mind, but his mouth remained still.

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"That's all right..." the young man with the tray said. he appoarched the table. Placing the tray down, the young man continued, "...if you don't feel like talking, then i will not force you!"

Omi glanced up to speak. "I'd..." he finally stammered. his face grew flushed out his mixed feelings tumbling in his mind.

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"Yes?" the young man asked. his face was fixed in a slight smile. his eyes glanced with shining curiousity. "what is on your mind?"

"I'm trying to find a person!" Omi sighed, rolling his shoulders. he stared down at his hands before thinking of Ken. Ken was still missing or was he. Omi was still in a fog about what happened to him after the club.

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He felt a little thristy. he reached out for a rare crystal wine goblet. he noticed it shimmered in the pale candle light a sort of dark blue colour. he wanted to take a sip to taste it. he was a little frightened at the fact of a possible poison placed in the drink before he came. he said, "May I?"

the young man nodded slowly, watching every movement coming from Omi.

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Omi raised the goblet to his lips. Inhailing the sweet aroma of drink, Omi wondered if it was spiked or not with another power drug. he thought as he let a little of the drink pass his lips, "I don't want to feel like this again. My head really hurts for now!"

on tasting the drink, Omi feel a little jolt of honey and cassia burn on the roof of his mouth. he stopped for a second before taking another sip.

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the young man said, "I hope you find the wine to your liking!"

What drug or sweet herb was the flavor of the wine was making Omi instantly relaxed. he took his time to finish out the drink. when he finished, he gently replaced the goblet back the table. he smiled slightly as he said, "I have looking for someone!"

"Who?" the young man asked, curious.