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D.Gray-Man: A Finder's Exorcist: Chapter 1.The man in the white coat drags the shining grey light of a sword across the floor of the forest. He holds the right side of his stomach. With an endless amount of trees passing him by, it doesn't seem that he'll ever leave this forest. The man looks at his left hand, a large amount of red covers his hands.
"Blood?" He speaks weakly. "No..." This man shakes his head and continues to walk, hopelessly trying to escape the endless forest. "Gwendoline..."
A vivid vision of a women clad in the black robes of the Black Order. The woman speaks to him. "Abel, you should rest."
The man, Abel, tries to reach out to her, but falls to his knees. "Rest?" He asks, "Why Gwendoline, there's too much at stake." Abel coughs up blood.
The apparition gently embraces Abel from behind. "You weren't always like this."
Abel sighs, "You're right... I remember."
It was exactly one year from today, wasn't it? God, it feels like only yesterday when I met you. I don't think I was nicest guy back then, even for
D.Gray-Man: A Finder's Exorcist: Prelude.An akuma at level 1 attacks someone in a white coat who's carrying a rather large sword. This man sprints into a nearby forest to avoid the demon. With trees passing him by; not seeing an end in sight, the man ducks behind a log. His breath is heavy as he tries to gather it.
"Is this it?" The man asks himself, "Is this where I die?" He looks to the sky, the moonlight shines on him. He clenches onto the sword. "Gwendoline... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
Finally, the akuma blocks the moonlight, causing nothing but darkness. The demon aims it's weapons at the man in white. It then began shooting. When that was over, there was only the crater.
"Up here!" The man's voice was heard above the akuma, when the demon looked he only saw a grey beam of light cutting through him.
"What are you?" The akuma asked with it's dying breath.
The man in the white turns around, wielding the sword he had. "I am a Finder of the Black Order." He looks at the sword, "No, that's incorrect. I am now an Exor
Silent Hill: Scar Illusion: Chapter 11
Alberto dropped his gun, and in the moment tried to hug his son. Vincent dodged it and walked in. His father didn't seem upset. Alberto had a sweater vest and glasses, other than his clothing he looked almost exactly like Vincent, only older.
"I see," Alberto began, "you're still upset with what I've done." He sat back down on another chair in the middle of the living room. "Well you have every right to be, I was a terrible father to you."
Vincent folded his arms, "Ya think?" He asked in sarcasm.
Even though Alberto was sighing he still seemed be at peace. He was reunited with his son after all. "But after all this time in isolation, I finally realized the kind of monster I was."
"Isolation," Vincent asked.
Silent Hill: Scar Illusion: Chapter 10
When Vincent left Heaven's Night, he saw that it was the other world again. He didn't fear it as much this time. Still though, an overcoming feeling was in the back of his mind. He turned to see the fire that had chased him so many times before, Vincent stood before it and fired his weapon.
"I will not fear you! I will not hide, and I will not run!" Vincent announced to the fire, as if it were alive. And the flames stood there and whaled in response; it understood him. "Come and face me!"
The flames swirled and transformed into a man, Harris. He clapped his hands and left flaming footprints as he took steps towards Vincent. "Well, well, you figured it out."
Vincent snickered, "You knew everything, everywhere the fire was, you were. You are Silent Hill, Harris!"
Silent Hill: Scar Illusion: Chapter 9
When the homeless man looked Vincent in the eyes, Vincent couldn't pull the trigger. He was too hesitant, but there was another gunshot. The man in the black suit behind him pulled out a gun of his own and killed the homeless man. "That's right Vincent, welcome to our organization." He put his gun away and looked over the body. "We'll just say that you killed him, and no need to worry." He said with a smile on his face, as if the man now lying dead in an alleyway was just a toy that broke. "No one ever pulls the trigger on the first try." He put his hand on Vincent's back, "but I saw that you were going to," He looked at Vincent with his devilish green eyes. "You're gonna go far kid."
The man tried to walk away, "Elliot," Vincent said in a stutter. "I am not a killer."
Elliot turned around, "I know, but you will be." He chuckled as he left.
Silent Hill: Scar Illusion: Chapter 8
As Vincent was passing the bridge on Sagan St. he stepped in the Police Station. It seemed to be the only building that was undamaged; nothing was boarded up unlike all the other buildings. Still he entered, the first thing he did was call out for the two people whose names he knew. He didn't get a response from either. He then decided to check out the evidence room. Something compelled him to check the file cabinet in the far back. When he did Vincent found an old file about him.
Name: Argos, Vincent
Weapon: 9mm Pistol, civilian issued
Vincent Argos is a suspect in the murder of a homeless man. Usually these kinds of things happen to initiates of a gang. This pistol was reported stolen three days prior to the murder. The weapon is registered and reported missing by Elliot Strider. Mr. Strider claims that he doesn't know how the weapon ended up in the hands of
Silent Hill: Scar Illusion: Chapter 7
A man pushes a kid against the lockers. The man is lifting the boy off the ground. No one is around, the halls are empty, and much like the boy's growling stomach. The man shakes the boy and hears some pocket change clinging. Afterwards the man ransacks the boy's pockets.
The boy fell to the ground, "Dad!" He pleaded, "That's my money! I earned that doing chores for the neighbors." The boy grabbed his father's leg and begged for his money back.
"Ungrateful son of a bitch!" The father said to the boy in malice. "You live under my roof! And if I want money to pay for drinks you will give it me!"
"I haven't eaten in two days!" The boy retorted.
The father leaned in close to his face and said, "That's because you keep spending your money on your spoiled
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