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One Halloween's Eve
A Night To Forget.
PART ONE

A woman with curly orange hair approached the large oaken door, carrying a bag of groceries, and an umbrella, to shield her from the rain. She blinked, as she contemplated how she was going to juggle an umbrella, the bag of munchies she went to retrieve, and opening a door. Another sigh escaped her lips, blowing a strand of orange hair out of her eyes. “Why, Mysteh, did you volunteer to go out into the pouring rain to get the food?” She sighed, as she managed to tuck the umbrella under her arm, and stretch an arm out tentatively towards the door, for it to squeak open on it's own.

Mysteh blinked, looking through her shades, suspicious at this. It was so cliched, it wasn't even funny. “Funny, guys.” She said, taking a few steps into the main hall of the Suggah Mansion. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Mysteh whirled around at the harsh sound of the door slamming. She rolled her eyes. “Hilarious... this just gets funnier as it goes.” She said out loud, into the light-less main hall of the Mansion. It seemed ALL of the lights were off...

Hm. This is probably OJ's idea, the little whack job... yeah, yeah. I know how it is, let's all play a cruel joke on the vice-captain... She thought to herself, as she reached for the light switch. She knew where every light, closet, room and secret in this mansion was, and she found it instantly. Flicking it on and off, nothing happened.

He would go through all this trouble... or are all the crew in on this stupid joke...? Mysteh thought, as she walked through the Mansion, towards the common room, where they all were last. Her leather boots making an eerie thud echo every step she took. “Alright everyone, this is REALLY getting on my nerves, cut it out and get down here, and get your snacks RIGHT now!” She said, in a motherly manner. She stood there, tapping her foot.

She looked around the dark common room, and there was an ember left in the fireplace, and she sighed, reaching towards the light switch, and that one too, didn't work. So, Jonny cut the electricity to the entire Mansion? Jeez, talk about taking this joke to a whole new level... She thought, leaving the room, and going to the wood room, where Jonny and Rob had taken the liberty of buying, splitting and stacking wood for use in the colder seasons. Today was one of those such days, as they were all sitting around in the common room, having a good time, when Jonny, coincidentally thought it would be a GREAT idea to get snacks. Yami was the one who suggested that I get those snacks... I bet those two came up with this entire joke... She grumbled in her mind as she lugged a few logs of wood to the fire from across the common room, to the fireplace.

She threw the logs into the fireplace, and reached about the mantle. She found the box of long matches, and found the can of gasoline they used to quick-start a fire, and saturated the logs in the gas and threw a match onto the fire, and watched the logs burst into flame, and she smiled. For some reason, she was chilled to the very marrow, and something felt odd about everything, but she had the warmth of fire to heat her up...

But suddenly, the warming of the air caused a scent to become heavy in the air...

And Mysteh suddenly felt nervous...

...For she could smell blood in the air...

“H-help... Mysteh... I'm... d-dying... the mask killed mel...” A voice groaned from behind her, and she whirled around, and there was Jonny, lying on the ground, reaching out with blood soaked hands. His katana was plunged hilt deep into his back, and his scarf was half down, his eyes heavy, and filled with pain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Mysteh trembled in terror. Jonny drew trembling breaths, as the air chilled, and the window burst open, and the fire went out. All Mysteh could hear was Jonny's breath's shuddering, trembling, gasping to catch the air, but getting none. “You've entered the nightmare...” Jonny's shuddering voice gasped into her ear, and she fainted, as she felt blood spatter from his mouth onto her neck.

When Mysteh Came To...

What a terrifying dream... Mysteh thought, thinking about the wet breath of a dead man on her neck, the wet sensation of blood touching her skin... seeing a friend dead... it made her skin crawl... but when she finally opened her eyes, she saw a pair of dead ones staring back at her, a pair of ice blue, placid eyes staring into her soul.

Mysteh's breath caught in her throat, as she slowly crawled away from him,the rank scent of blood heavy in her nostrils as she realized that the side of her face had been laying in his blood which pooled around him. “Oh... sweet lord... what's going on....” She muttered to herself, as her trembling hand wiped the blood from her face. Standing, her legs shaking, she became fearful for her life.

There was something in this Mansion... something unnatural... and it killed Jonny... what about the rest of the Mansion-goers?! Were they safe? Did they get away while Jonny sacrificed himself to fend off the monster? But he died... and he was skilled with his blade... how had the others fared?!

She looked to the blade that found it's sheath deep within Jonny's back... would she desecrate his body by removing that blade... so she could potentially protect the others? What would he have wanted? She stared into Jonny's eyes... those cold dead blue eyes... for some sort of answer... but she did decide to take his scarf... as a memento to the memory of what he did and what he stood for... and died for his friends.

She understood what to do... and it was to not let his effort go in vain... “F-f-forgive me...” She said, placing a foot on Jonny's back... and gripping the blade to remove it from it's bloody sheath. Terrified at this prospect of removing a blade from a close friend... she removed it slow... and she would never forget the sound it made... the sound of human meat being sheared by metal... and held the blade... ready to be the Mansion's new heroine...

What fate will befall the Mansion...?
More installations will answer your questions...
Stay tuned.

Mysteh turned to the right, light flashing around the room nervously to see what she feared was there. With a sigh though, there was nothing, thankfully. She cut the thick cobwebs with her katana, as she growled. “Damn maid must've never cleaned down here...” And then she ALMOST became regretful. “Oh yeah... she wont EVER clean again... that's inconvenient... maybe I'll hire a butler in stead of that damned Maid.” She mumbled to herself, cringing in thought of all the times she had walked in on Quatro and her doing unspeakable things.

As she flashed her flashlight over the musty walls, coated with a thick layer of dust, her light caught something metallic. A generator. Mysteh grinned as she walked over to it, and she found the can of gasoline and poured some into it, and kicked it on. It roared into use, but no lights in the outside hallway shone down the stairwell. Mysteh looked confused, so she looked at the fuse box, which she didn't even realize was in use. Shining her light over the fuses, all of them were cracked... it seemed that maniac had smashed them all in...

And looking to the ground, she saw the spare fuses, seemingly stomped to shards. This maniac was... obsessive at best... Mysteh thought as she shrugged. “It doesn't matter, the generator has a spare line that sends electricity to emergency lights which were sparsely spotted amongst the halls. Mysteh sighed. “At least I've shone some light on this matter... literally.” She said, as she approached the stairwell, and felt as if there was something wrong as she stepped foot on the first stair.

As she turned the corner to go up the stairs, she was greeted by a terrifying sight. Yami, who was guarding the door, was fighting ... the killer?? Mysteh looked on in terror, her limbs locking up. The maniac was naught but a gray blur to her eyes, it's movements to erratic. But, he was blocking swift lunges and slashes of Yami's knife with a katana of his own. Suddenly though, she lunged forward, seeing an opening. “THIS IS FOR JONNY!” She yelled, as she made contact.

But once the killer felt the steel tip near him, he deftly moved to the side, faster than she could move her arm. Yami's eyes shot open in fear, as she realized that she had made a horrible error. The maniac then stopped moving at an intense speed. Everyone seemed to slow down, as the maniac seemed to speed up. He wore a porcelain mask with two unfeeling and unblinking black eye slots. He moved to the side, where Mysteh couldn't see him, and Yami gasped. “What...?! That's who you are under the mas-s-s-s-s...” She began stammering, as she looked down, and realized that his katana had found it's sheath in her chest.

Mysteh felt a spray of warm blood hitting her face as her eyes froze in terror. The killer seemed to be staring at Mysteh over Yami's shoulder, and tilted his head in curiosity of her being there. Yami clawed at the blade desperately, to pull it from her chest, but she realized that there were no more sands of time left for her. She let her arms drop limp, and a cold laugh issued from behind the mask. Laughing, he lifted his boot to her stomach, and wrenched the blade from her, sending blood spraying over his gray cloak, and his white mask, and sent Yami toppling down the stairs, where Mysteh caught her.

Yami looked up at Mysteh with a weak smile, as Mysteh felt Yami's blood pouring into her arms. “At least... I'll be.. with Jonny now...” She said, with a small smile. Mysteh shook her. “Quiet, you're wasting your breath, save it, so you can live longer.” But the glow had left Yami's eyes yet she continued to speak as she looked on blankly at the ceiling. “Jonny... he always had a way... of being paranoid of the most random things in a subtle way... that made him seem like he wasn't crazy... because he really believed someday, he would need to leave something behind for someone...” She rasped.

“He told me, one day, Sin would appear, and would continue to become Sin. And he said one person would be the only one to vanquish him. I thought he was just sleeping... he had been laying in bed for so long, and he never takes off his scarf...” She said, pausing, heavy breath issuing from her mouth. “Down... in his room... he left something for that person... the one who'd vanquish Sin... that killer... the one who killed me... and Jonny... and who will stop at nothing to kill whomever he can lay his blade to.” She said, and then, her lifeless body shifted it's head to look at Mysteh with cold icy eyes. “You must be her.” She said, and Mysteh laid her down, closing Yami's eyes. How those eyes haunted her, pierced her soul... and seemed to follow her.

“YOU! You worthless piece of FILTH! Why are you doing THIS?!” Mysteh yelled, pointing to Yami. The man laughed roughly. “You STILL don't understand, Mysteh? Sad... You will though, I'll make sure you will... no matter how many bodies it will take. And I'll make sure to take your soul last.” He said, with a cruel laugh, exiting the doorway, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the silent halls, his rough laughter scraping against her very soul.

Mysteh stood there, and looked to Yami. “I'm... sorry.” She said to her, taking her knife, and the sheath, and tucking it into her own boot, with a sigh. It was definitely Jonathan's knife... Mysteh thought to herself, because she had seen it on him before. As she left, she thought to herself about everything that had happened so far... the deaths... and her slowly darkening mind wandered to ... who would die next?

As the thought, her feet instinctively led her to Jonny's room. He lived in the old dungeon of the Mansion, that he had refurbished and re-did for his convenience. Staring at the door, it was a heavy looking mahogany, inset with steel. She grinned a bit, Jonny was always a weirdo. She remembered a morning she woke up early, around six in the morning.

“Jonny...? Why are you up so early? Usually I wake up early to do work... and here you are, cooking?” Mysteh laughed, approaching Jonny, who had his scarf down, and one eye was revealed, his hair hanging over his other. “The smell of a fresh untainted day always is great to wake to...” Jonny said, as he flipped the bacon he was making with his fork.

“Uh huh...” She said, pouring herself some coffee... it was already made? “Wait... did you make me some coffee?” She asked, and Jonny pulled off his entire scarf, and grinned. “Yeah, I know you wake up early to do work, I thought I'd save you some time, since I do wake up earlier than you.” He said, laying the scarf over a chair.

“Jonny... why have you hid your face for so long?” She asked. Few had ever seen his face... and even Yami had barely seen his face, and they had been married for a while. It bothered her, Mysteh thought, with a laugh, that she had seen his face more than she had. She had been the one to meet him in the streets of Gaia. He was walking about, looking almost a bit lost, and she saw his eyes, placid, taciturn... almost feelingless. She saw him, and immediately thought of him as a stray cat, alone in a dark street by himself. He was wearing a dark tuxedo, a pair of jeans, glasses, and a cat was sitting on his head, and he was reading a book at the time.

“Hey, you.” She said, stooping down to eye level. He was sitting down. He looked up from his book, eyes confused. “Hello...” He said, as he stood up, and straightened his tuxedo. Mysteh looked at him, and knew what he was about to do. “Hey, don't leave... you got a place to bunk?” She asked. He blinked. “You don't know my name... and you're offering me a room?” He said, and Mysteh smiled. “I'm Mysteh. You are...?” And he shook his head with a laugh. “Jonny. You're awfully trusty.” He said, and Mysteh nodded. “Jonny... short for Jonathan... Yes, but usually... it pays off.” She said, and Jonny shrugged, as she introduced him into a guild... a clan of sorts, a place that was like a family. He strove to become a part of this family, and eventually, became a big part of it.

And here he was now... Mysteh wondered at times what would've happened if she hadn't brought him to the mansion that one day... today though, this Halloween Eve, she knew what would've happened... he would've lived...

Mysteh shook off such thoughts, and pushed the door open. “Wow... Jonny must've known this day was coming...” She said to herself... because the room was lit. Lights were sitting all around, battery powered. Yami said there was something left behind in this room... to help her. Looking around, she saw many things, one of them, his coco, sitting on his bed. Seeing her, it stretched, and mewed at her.

Mysteh felt horrible for the poor animal... her master was dead... There was a note besides her though. Mysteh approached it and read it. “Take care of Shadow for me... she likes dry food with a layer of wet food on top. Like lasagna. Make sure to not feed her chicken flavored anything, she's primarily fish Take good care of her. ~Jonathan” the note read. She made sure to fold it perfectly, and tucked it away. He really knew that this was coming.

There was a large piece of paper with a doodle, and a smaller piece of paper underneath. The drawing showed a plate of bacon. Underneath, the paper read. “This is naught but a clue, and the clue will lead you to knowledge you need. Think... what does this picture mean?” And Mysteh was stumped. “Bacon...?” She thought.

“Bacon. Baconbaconbacon?” She thought, pacing around the room. Then, her eyes laid on a Master Chef Hat. “Jonny, you devil.” She said with a grin, lifting the hat from an end table, expecting something to be under it. “...I was wrong?” she asked herself. Then, she looked on the inside, and there was a key stitched into the inside, and she pulled it free. “A key... to what?” She asked. Jonny had put her a step ahead in the puzzle, and left her to guess.

Then she realized something out of place. Why was there a welcome mat on the INSIDE of his room? She walked over to it, and she realized there was something written above WELCOME and it read: YOU AREN'T. “Oh, what a joker.” Mysteh said to herself, rolling her eyes, as she tried lifting the mat. For some reason, it didn't budge. There were two large holes in the mat too... maybe handle ends go into them?

Looking around, under his pillow, there was the large handle. “Jonathan... I will NEVER understand what went on in your head... did you REALLY organize your room with various hidden objects that don't belong in anyway before we threw our little party, anticipating your painful death?” She said to herself, tasting the oddity of that all.

She pushed in the handle, and after pushing it in for a little while, a loud thunk noise emanated from the welcome mat. “Uhm...?” she said, pulling on the handle, but didn't put enough strength into it. There was something IN the ground in a hollow compartment that was incredibly HEAVY. “Jonathan... at your funeral, I will make sure to include your little after-death shenanigans in my speech...” She said, putting more effort into the pull, and lifting a ... safe out of the compartment!

“What the bloody hell, Jonny?! How random do you get!” She said, dropping it. Panting, she flipped it over, to put the key in the safes keyhole. Turning the key, she opened the door. Inside, it was completely empty, except there was a tape... and behind it, there was a six-shot revolver. There was a sticky note on the hand gun, and it read: “There's one shot, you'll know where the bullet belongs.” it said, and on the VHS tape, the label read: “TRUTH” and Mysteh thought... there was one place where the emergency generator still powered, even with all the fuses and power lines cut. The Security Hub... where the Mansion was monitored by cameras, and then she'd learn the truth that Jonny had left behind...

One Halloween's Eve
A Night To Forget
PART FIVE

Mysteh hit play, and pressed a button, causing the console to display the video on every television, blocking out the killings of her friends. Suddenly, Jonathan come on every one of the monitors. At first, it showed just his chest... he was adjusting the camera on a tripod of sorts. Then, he sat down at a stool. With a sigh, he began unwrapping his face. “Hello there... Mysteh. If you're watching this... I'm dead.” Jonny sighed again. “As I began to delve into this legend... I realized I am the first to die... and regardless of what I do, I will remain the first to lose my life.” He said, his usually dull blue eyes sharp with pain.

“Figures, you know... I have to lose it all once life finally got good. I have you to thank for that, though. Thanks, Mysteh. That day in the streets... It meant a lot to me... and I don't think I ever truly conveyed how much it meant to me, that someone would shelter me, without a word of assurance.” Jonathan said, and this tore at Mysteh's heart. Jonny paused though, staring at the camera, and then sighed yet again.

“Now... onto this... legend. I came upon it, one day I was in the library with Rob and Hasel... Rob was writing something, and Hasel was painting a landscape of the outside through the window... and suddenly, this odd book caught my eye.” He said, and he reached offscreen, and lifted a book onscreen. It was bulky, covered in an aged leather, a ruby studding the spine. He turned it to the front, so the camera could see it.

The front cover, had some strange writing on it that Mysteh couldn't quite make out. They were odd... almost arcane. Jonny looked at it, running his finger over it. “See... it's odd... because only I can read this... Rob couldn't, nor could Hasel. Rob told me it was a relic Burtz had bought because it looked cool and all, althought it couldn't be read... but I could. What was within... disturbed me. It pertained to me... but in turn, involves you, Mysteh.” Jonny said, sitting in his room.

“In this legend... it describes some story, I thought at first... but as I became absorbed in it, and interested, I began to realize how much it was EXACTLY like the Mansion, and how the main character was like me... and how he was like me was that ... he was an Oracle... the one who kept his sight obscured from the harsh reality of the world... and kept the world from seeing him. This began to give him a sight beyond sight... and it allowed him, ONCE, to see into the future... and he foresaw a massacre... by the incarnation of Sin on Hallow's Eve. He tried to stop it... rather, he tried to give the Hero... Heroine, I should say... time to figure out the situation, but sent her away before Sin took form in the Mansion, so she could evade him for the time being, so she'd live on to vanquish it after a while...” Jonny said.

“It so eerie...” Jonny said, as he read the pages again. “It depicts all the people of the Mansion... and it scares me... to think what will happen... He wrote it all as he foresaw it... and he even kept writing it till the very moment he was killed...” He said, turning the book around, showing a page stained with blood.

“The book described you... in personality, yet, not in appearance. I can only hope that you ARE the one to kill Sin... the incarnation of someone within the Mansion's Sin. I will never know the truth of who's Sin it is... until the very last moment in my life... and I wish I could tell you... because, like the Oracle of this book... he knew as well... and his writing this book, has made me an oracle of sorts... knowing the future. But, also, in the book... it said, the oracle saw the heroine wielding a sliver of moonlight, and dueling Sin with it, eventually besting him, and finishing him with a blast of fire and thunder that could pierce the mountains. I interpreted this as my blade and a handgun, so I bought a Magnum, and loaded it with one bullet.” Jonny said.

“The Oracle also wrote... that everyone would have to die before you could conquer Sin... He wrote that the Heroine would only understand how Sin could be killed once she understood Sin. Sin would only be understandable once everyone died... and the Heroine must die to conquer Sin... but it makes no sense... because it read that Sin could only be killed once everyone died, including you, Mysteh... Who knows... I've informed you of the truth... now you must head out, and understand Sin...” Jonny said, and there was a knocking at his door. “Jonnyyyyy~ Are you in here??? Come out Hubby!” Yami called cheerily. Jonny looked at the ground. “The pain I'll cause my poor wife... I would've never married her if I knew I'd break her heart by dying...” Jonny said, wrapping his face, and shutting off the camera, but before the camera cut off, Mysteh heard a final word. “Thanks.”

Mysteh was choking up. Did everyone really have to die?? She thought, as she rushed from the Hub to check up on the three who had kept Sin from killing her. As she rushed to the hallway, Burtz was sitting down, and Rassy and Blankey were laying face down, Sin nowhere to be found. “Burt...ron?” Mysteh said, crouching down in front of him. His pendant was flickering, the light faltering from it. The pendants... when activated, Burtz told her once, the glow reflects the power of your soul, and once it begins to falter... it means that the soul is about to leave the body, meaning death was near. Mysteh shined the light on him, and he was cut at the top of his chest, and blood was flowing down his chest.

“Oh, hello love.” Burtz said, in his blasé tone, like always. Even the face of death didn't phaze him. “Are you ok?! What happened to the others?” She said, and Burtz sighed. “They're dead... Sin... is quite the fighter... he's ... too strong, really...” He said, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor, refusing to show any weakness by coughing it up. “Where's Hasel, and Vixey? Solembum? And OldHag? Where are they?! They're the last people who hung around for Halloween!” Mysteh exclaimed, shaking his shoulders... they both knew his time was up.

“I have.. no idea...” He said, spitting more blood onto the floor. He sighed. “This... is one day that will always taint the mansion walls... I can see it... Mysteh, be careful... and please, don't use that gun, I... beg... you...” He said, as his pendant went out, his eyes lowered and he slumped against the wall, and Mysteh stood among more dead comrades.

This was tearing her apart, and she fished around in her pockets, and retrieved the Magnum, a high powered revolver... and placed it to her head. “I... can't take this anymore...” She whimpered, as tears ran down her face, thinking of all the death she had seen. All the dead cold eyes she had seen, because it was her fault... she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to pull the trigger so badly... to end it all now. To not have to see anyone die anymore, and to join the ranks of the dead. She was tired of playing hero.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Now now, that's a cowards way out. If you die now, the world's going to suffer from Sin.” A familiar voice said, and she turned, and Jonny was standing there, his face exposed. Yami stood besides him. “Yeah, he's right! Don't let use die in vain, protecting you, for you to die by your own hand! We died because we believed in you!” She exclaimed. “She's right... we all died because we know you'll be the one to end Sin.” Rob said, leaning against the wall. “I'd hate to admit it... but you will, I know it.” Quatro said, from her seat in the room, eyes averted from Mysteh. Blankey and Rassie rolled over from the floor, and looked up at Mysteh. “C'mon, open up a can of whoop-a**. Take that p***k down, since we couldn't. Prove to us that you're OUR vice-captain.” Blankey said with a grin, taking a drag from her ciggarette. Rassie nodded, as she pushed up her helm, to show her eyes. “Do it, Wifey, I know you won't let us down.” She said, with a playful grin.

“Keep us from dying in vain.” Burtz said, from his seat. The maid walked in. “And I'll clean up the mess you make of him, as well.” She said, and Mysteh was shuddering, as the air chilled, and her breath came in clouds. “Avenge us.” They all said in unison, and then, suddenly, a bright flash blinded Mysteh, and she saw, and heard nothing else.

She stood back in the hallway. “What the hell... I must be going through dementia...” She said, as she rubbed her head, tucked the gun away, and walked through the hallways, searching for where the last of the Mansion residents were... wherever they were... Sin would be... and once they died... she could kill Sin... which was her ultimate purpose.

Soon, this twisted story would be coming to an end... how happy that made her... and that gave her the drive to keep moving.

And now it's open for commenting! rofl

eek Wow! And good characterization... you got me down pretty well. rofl rofl *Is so easily annoyed at practical jokes and would be the chickensh!t trying to act brave and call everyone out on their little joke, hoping it was just a joke*... oh and the foot tapping too xp I could hear my boots as I walked across the floor and had visuals as I read. Mysteh likeys it xp Gimmee more!

I love it, love it, love it!!!!!!!!!!!


I can't wait to see what happens next!




*holds breath*


I hope I don't turn blue lol

Breaking the sad news of Jonney's death to Yami almost made me cry. sad Poor Yami *Hugz Yami* Let's go kick some a**, girl!

P.S. Pt. 3 plz! xp