"You look fine," Mira Jayne was tired of reassuring her best friend, Risa Lelica, of her attractiveness. "Now, let's get this thing over with."

    "Listen here," Risa continued to whine. "Unlike you, I have to work to look professional."

    "Why do you need to look so professional in the first place?" Mira inquired. "We're just going to a doll museum."

    "One of my dolls is a part of the museum display, thank you," Risa huffed as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "And I don't need to look a mess went I present it. Presentation is everything, after all."

    "Wait, when did you start making dolls?" the tall, black haired female retorted in a pondering confusion. "When did you even start like 'arts and crafts' to begin with."

    "Since Klaudia Ferris began to make her debut as a craftsman," Risa spoke as if her statement was obvious.
    
    "Oh, right, you two are still going at one another, aren't you?" Mira groaned as she thought of the past.

    "She needs to learn that she's not better than everyone else," Risa spat as she thought of her supposed rival.

    "Okay," Mira spoke sarcastically as she checked her phone for a new text message. "Oh thank god."

    "What?" Risa asked, attempting to peek at her tall friend's phone.

    "Adelaide is here to drive us to this damn thing," Mira answered and grabbed her black feathered hat.

    "I didn't know she was driving us? I thought I was driving," Risa pouted.

    "You drive too slowly," Mira explained. "And we both know you hate it when I drive."

    "True," Risa admitted. "You're like a monster."

    "I am not," Mira scoffed at Risa's remark.

    "You're like the most aggressive driver I have ever seen. Hell, you actually attempted to run over some guy when he was crossing the damn crosswalk!" Risa exclaimed.

    "He was walking too slowly," Mira attempted to defend herself.

    "That's because he was making sure his kid kept up with him," the blonde explained the situation.

    "He should've left the kid behind," Mira refused to see that she was in the wrong.

    "Let's just go," Risa demanded and the two left the house to meet their friend, who was waiting inside a black convertible.

    "Hey!" Adelaide greeted them with a wave of her small hand.

    "You look sexy," Risa winked at Adelaide as Risa and Mira jumped into the car.

    "Oh yeah," Adelaide replied in a sarcastic manner. "I'm the sexiest fat midget alive."

    "Oh, sweetheart, you're not fat," Risa gave the rounded woman a pat on the head. "You're just really developed."

    "In other words," Adelaide added false enthusiasm to her sarcasm. "Fat."

    "Let's just go!" Mira snapped, ending the conversation.

    "Right," Adelaide began to drive off.

    It took the trio nearly two hours to arrive at the destination. "We barely made it," Risa shouted as she ran inside the museum and approached a sign in table.

    "Name, please," the woman at the table requested.

    "Risa Lelica, Myra Jayne, and Adelaide Alora," Risa announced the names of all three of them.

    The woman highlighted each one of the names as she found them printed in a thick pile of paper which was all a list of several names. "You can go in," the woman allowed the trio to pass.

    "This place is huge," Adelaide observed.

    "And crowded," Mira snarled as she added onto Adelaide's remark.

    "I see 'Little Miss Perfect' over there," Risa gagged and pointed over to a plain-faced female with dark brown hair.

    "Don't be mean to Klaudia," Adelaide pleaded. "She's actually really nice."

    "Nice?" Risa couldn't believe the words that had come out of her chubby friend's mouth. "Nice?" she repeated in a louder tone.

    "Risa," Mira spoke sternly, calming Risa's nerves. "How about we all steer clear of Klaudia today alright." The tall female spoke to Risa and Adelaide as if they were both five years old.

    "Yes, Ms. Jayne," Risa and Adelaide mocked their friend in unison.

    "Good, now," Mira expressed a look of bride. "Where's your piece at, Risa?"

    "Let's see," Risa began to search. "There!" she expressed joy as she found her doll; a horribly stitched up rag doll.

    "It's lovely," Adelaide forced an approving smile.

    "Seriously? You couldn't have done better than that?" Mira spat out her true opinion. "That just looks desperate."

    "Does not!" Risa defended her work. "That creepy clown doll over there is what really looks desperate." She motioned towards a tall wooden, jester-based puppet.

    "No, that creepy clown doll is actually creative and well sculpted," Mira corrected Risa, leaving the blonde in a state of silent sorrow.

    "Oh no," Adelaide groaned. "Why."

    "What's wrong with you?" Mira responded to Adelaide's current grief.

    "That," Adelaide whimpered and pointed over to a tall male with thick curls.

    "Oh," Mira's eyes went wide in horror as she saw the man. "What's he doing here?"

    "I guess Klaudia invited him," Adelaide guessed an answer.

    "Who's here?" Risa asked, looking around to see her two friends were talking about.

    "Conlan," Mira and Adelaide told her while positioning Risa's head towards the male's location.

    "Dear God," Risa gasped. "No!" the shout caught the attention of the male.

    "Well, look who it is!" the male, Conlan Coyle smiled as he approached the three girls. "Fatty," he pointed to Adelaide. "Sexy Creep," he pointed to Mira. "And you," he winked as Risa.

    Risa stomach turned in circles as he spoke. "I feel sick," she mumbled, but Conlan brushed it off.

    Conlan then took a glimpse at Risa's rag doll. "What is that ugly little thing?" he laughed in disgust.

    "My doll," Risa went into a quiet insecurity.

    "Really?" Conlan turned to laugh at her. "That's the best you can do?"

    "Listen up, Irish Jackass," Mira pushed Conlan away from her best friend. "You don't have the right to speak to or even breathe the same air as us so go jerk off somewhere else."

    "Fine," Conlan made a face at Mira. "I'll go back and look at the doll with the big tits then."

    "Good," Mira shooed the guy off.

    A surge of curiosity struck the three girls. "There's a doll with big tits? Tits? As in boobs?" Adelaide questioned, stopping Conlan in his tracks.

    "Oh yeah," Conlan smirked. "They're a pretty good size if you ask me."

    "Where?" Mira asked immediately, now wanting to see the doll.

    Conlan motioned the girls to follow him. He then brought them to a large porcelain doll, around five feet, sat in a rocking chair with its eyes closed. Its crimson curls fell on the side of its face.

    "I like the outfit," Mira nodded to herself as she admired the Victorian, yet revealing, style of clothing.

    "I won't lie," Risa folded her arms as she admitted what she thought of the doll. "It's a really good piece of work."

    "Makes yours look even more shitty, now doesn't it," Conlan snickered.

    "Go away!" Mira shoved the boy to the ground.

    "Ouch," Conlan drew crocodile tears. "That hurt."

    "Too bad," Mira flipped her hair, causing it to slap Conlan's face as he rose back up to his feet. "You deserved it, Coyle."

    "Oh whatever," Conlan had decided to retreat to Klaudia Ferris.

    "Finally," Mira let out a sigh of relief once the guy was gone. "God I hate him."

    "You and everyone else," Risa retorted, keeping her eyes on the crimson haired doll in front of her.

    "Now I'm thirsty," Mira stated. "I'm going to see if they have water or something around her."

    "Oh, I'll come with you," Adelaide announced and the two left to find some sort of refreshment.

    It took Risa over ten minutes to realize that her friends were no longer by her side. "Where'd they go?" she asked herself and decided to go look for them; only to have a hard, cold hand wrap around her right wrist.

    She looked to see the porcelain doll's holding onto her with its eyelids shot open to reveal colorless eyes. The doll's mouth began to move and the words 'Get out now' shot out and echoed through Risa's ears. Risa closed her own eyes, yanked to free her arm and let out a violent scream. When her body fell to the floor, she opened her eyes, only to see the doll in its original position and several people staring at her as if she had suddenly gone insane.

    She could see Klaudia and Conlan snickering at what had just happened.

    "Risa!" Mira and Adelaide had run back to the blonde's side to check on her.

    "What happened?" Mira asked as she helped Risa back to her feet.

    "The doll," Risa began, but trailed off to silence.

    "What about it?" Mira asked, making sure that her friend wasn't hurt.

    "It," Risa was about to tell them what had just happened, but then she realized how insane it sounded. "I was looking at the doll and I tripped," she lied.

    Mira and Adelaide release expressions of relief. "We're glad you're okay," Adelaide said.

    "Yeah," Risa forced herself to laugh. "Hold on for just a minute." She backed away from her friends and approached an old man. "Sir, did you see what happened just a few minutes ago," she asked in a hushed tone.

    "You mean you smacking your rear end on the ground?" the man chuckled. Risa nodded with a fake smile. "Sure did. It was quite funny." Risa walked away and towards other people and asked them what they had seen. All the answers were the same as the old man's answer.

    "Okay," Risa awkwardly re-approached her friends. "I'm pretty embarrassed right now, I think we should go."

    "After we look at the other exhibits, we will," Adelaide said. "I'm actually fascinated by the stuff now."

    "But," Risa whined as the doll's words continued to echo inside her head.

    "You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place," Mira sided with Adelaide.

    Get out, it began to echo more violently. Risa attempted to get the voice out of her system. Get out. Her attempts seemed to be of no use, so she just started to ignore it and began to enjoy the exhibit. Get out now.

    "Oh wow," Adelaide gasped as she saw a porcelain baby doll. "It's so cute."

    Get out.

    "You know what makes it even cuter?" Mira grinned.

    Get out.    

    "What?" Adelaide responded.

    Get out.

    "It doesn't cry," Mira drew an imaginary rainbow with her hands.

    Get out.

    "So true," Adelaide laughed at Mira's joke.

    Get out.

    "It's got big eyes, doesn't it," Risa swooned over the baby doll's eyes.

    Get out.

    "Also true," Adelaide agreed.

    Get out of here right now! A shiver went up Risa's spine.

    A piercing scream was heard a bit far off from where Risa and her friends were.

    "What was that?" Mira jumped.

    "I don't know," Risa gulped. "But I'm pretty sure it was a good sign that we should leave."

    Mira and Adelaide ignored Risa's comment and headed towards the sound of the screen to see bodies clumped into a bloody pile. People were dropping like flies.

    "Oh shit," Mira gasped. "It's that creepy ass clown," she whispered to her friends as they saw the puppet acting on its own.

    The puppet was twisted its body in different directions with each movement that it made.

    The girls could smell the blood as the clown continued to strike people down. Risa and her friends quick took cover behind a fallen table and watched horrifically as the puppet sliced people to pieces.

    "Fuck," Conlan had run to the table that they were hiding behind.

    "Go away!" Mira snapped at him in a whispered-tone, not wanting to get noticed by the murderous puppet.

    "No fucking way, you twat!" Conlan snapped back in the same tone. "That dickhead thing is killing people all over the damn place!" his breath was heavy. "You should've seen what he had done to Klaudia."

    "Are saying Klaudia is dead?" Risa joined into the conversation.

    "That's what I'd say when someone is chopped into at least six pieces," Conlan retorted sarcastically.

    "Damn it," Risa whined. "I didn't get to see that?"

    "Afraid not, babe," Conlan sunk lower to the ground as everything went silent.

    "Do you think it's over?" Adelaide asked.

    "No idea," Mira replied fearfully; an insane cackle answered the question as it revealed that the clown was leaning over them, positioning itself to attack.

    The four of them screamed and hid their faces in fear, waiting for their impending deaths to commence. Nothing happened.

    Risa was the first to look up; the clown was no longer above them. "Guys," Risa tapped Mira on the shoulder. The other three stood their heads and all four rose to their feet to see that the clown had been shattered to pieces and the crimson haired doll was standing over its remains with clutched hands.

    "What the hell just happened," Mira asked loudly, catching the living dolls attention.

    "Good, you're in decent health," the doll spoke to Risa, completely ignoring the presence of the other three. "It seems you need some explanation as to what you have just witnessed."

    "Oh big time," Risa stuttered, still terrified.

    "Very well then," the doll nodded.

2: Second Revival

    "I've been given the name Anastasia," the doll introduced herself. "I was ordered to keep you safe for the time being." It bowed. "But I am not your true guardian."

    "So why did you wait until the last minute to save me?" Risa wheezed out of exhaustion and fear, waving her arms around frantically to emphasize on the fact that there were sliced corpses everywhere.

    "I had no obligation to protect anyone else," Anastasia brushed the bodies off as if they were nothing but a scenery change. "So, since you were safe until just a moment ago, I sat and waited."

    "Seriously," Risa couldn't believe the words that the doll had sad; the crimson haired doll was like a robot.

    "I don't know who this belonged to," Conlan snickered as he picked up a severed arm. "But judging by the size of the hand and the nail polish; it was either a very manly woman or a very gay man with a small dick." Mira retaliated by smacking the arm out of his grip, causing him to cease laughter.

    "No," Mira lectured him with a growl as she hit the Irish buffoon on the back of the head.

    "Party-spoiling Twat," the male began to pout.

    "What does 'twat' even mean?" Adelaide asked.

    Conlan opened his mouth to answer her, only able to get the sound of a 'V' before Mira interrupted him.

    "Idiot," Mira spoke in rushed tone as she clamped her hand over Conlan's mouth. "It means idiot."

    "How is she an idiot?" Adelaide questioned the Irish male. "She's got a 4.0 on the GPA scale." Conlan took Mira's glare as a hint to keep his large mouth shut, so he just shrugged his shoulders in a way to answer Adelaide while barely being able to hold back a huge grin.

    "You're friends are strange," Anastasia exclaimed as she watched the three conflict with one another.

    "Says the living case of glass," Conlan snarled at the crimson haired doll.

    "What makes you think that this thing," Mira motion towards Conlan. "Is a friend of anyone?"

    "I love you too, Darlin'," Conlan pretended to be hurt by Mira's words with each of his words slithering out with sarcasm.

    "Can we please just get back to the real issue here?" Risa screamed, taking an angry stance against how light her friends and Conlan seem to be taking the whole situation. "What was that puppet here for? Why was it killing people? How was it killing people?"

    "The puppet was what we call, A Revival," Anastasia told her. "And it was attempting to search and consume another revival."

    "I know what revival means and everything," Risa whistled out in confusion. "But what do you mean by a revival?"

    "For starters," Anastasia sang stoically. "You're one."

    Risa stared at the five foot doll in silence and shock.

    "A revival is a person who has previously died but their soul has been in a new body, all the while remembering who you used to be and what you originally looked like. It's like a way of incarnation, but without the actual process of really being reborn," Anastasia began to specify. "You are a rare case of a revival, which makes you a much desired specimen."

    "How am I anything? I'm alive!" the blonde cried. "I've never died."

    "No, you were dead before you were born; you were a stillborn," Anastasia told her. "Your parents had managed to make a deal with a contractor to allow your mother a second chance to give birth to you, not knowing the consequences that could befall you, and especially your parents. The fact that you died in the womb should explain why you have no memory of your supposed first life."

    "Consequences?" Risa felt terrified of the words Anastasia was spouting.

    "Revivals, in a way to lengthen their lives, consume other revivals," Anastasia spoke as if all of this was nothing. "The essence within a revival, if consumed, will give the consumer a longer life. Ones with the same case as you have the ability to give another revival, if you are consumed, ability very similar to invulnerability. If multiple rare cases are consumed, it is a high chance that the revival can receive immortality as well."

    "There's no way," Risa's breath went heavy as her mind went into a state of denial. "How could something like this happen to me?"

    "Is she having an asthma attack or something?" Adelaide questioned as Risa's breathing became a wheeze.

    "She doesn't have asthma," Mira informed the chubby female. "I think she's just having a panic attack."

    "Who cares about the blonde," Conlan yelled from across the room. "Look! I found Klaudia's head!" he shouted as he swung Risa's late rival's decapitated head by the hair.

    "He's such a horrible person," Adelaide gasped in horror as she watched the young man play with his best friend's severed limbs.

    "Yeah, we know," Mira shook her head at him while covering Adelaide's eyes.

    "Anastasia!" a voiced boomed through the room as a tanned woman of average height and dark blonde hair stepped into the exhibit hall and walked over to the girls. "How many times have I told you not to let things get so messy?"

    "I don't see why it matters of how messy things get as long as we achieve our goal," Anastasia told the woman.

    "And why is Miss Lelica in such a panicked state?" the woman glared sternly with a sarcastic smirk on her face.

    "She doesn't seem to be taking the truth of her existence well," Anastasia began to dust her short Victorian dress off and adjusted her hat to where she desired it.

    "For God's sake Anastasia," the woman was furious with the doll. "Stop being so cold all the time."

    "I'm not being cold," a spark of emotion, a sort of sadness, reflected in Anastasia's eyes.

    "Then tell me, if you weren't being cold. How would you describe your choice to let innocent people die because you didn't think it was necessary to save them?" the woman growled in response to Anastasia's outburst.

    "I'm not," the emotion grew stronger by this point. The strong emotional aura knocked Risa out of her panic as she noticed the intense feelings around the doll.

    "What's wrong?" the young pale blonde asked the doll. "Who's she?" she pointed towards the unknown woman.

    "I'm Pandora Edeline," the woman turned to Risa and held out her hand to Risa, who reluctantly shook the hand with a significant amount of suspension.

    "I'm Risa Lelica," Risa smiled uncomfortably.

    "I know," the woman had her dark brown eyes stare straight into Risa's bright blue eyes. "I'm your contractor."

    "My contractor?" Risa was still confused. "What the hell is a contractor?"

    "A contractor is someone who makes a deal with someone else in return for something," Anastasia told her. "You're mother died giving birth to you, correct? At least, that is what your dad told you, right?"

    "Yeah," Risa did not like where this was going.

    "Going to the point Pandora wishes to make, you mother had made a contract with this woman to give you life," Anastasia explained. "So she traded her life so you could have yours."

    "I really am the reason she's dead then?" Risa began to cry.

    "No," Pandora said with a sympathetic tone as she wrapped her arms around the younger blonde woman. "Her love is the reason for her death. You, on the other hand, are the part of her that is still alive; you being alive keeps her alive," Pandora comforted the crying Risa.

    "Will there be some girl on girl action soon, 'cus, there is now time too soon for that," Conlan spoke out as he saw the two blondes.

    "Okay, how were you not the first person to die?" Pandora and Mira both screamed at the man.

    "Because he's a lot quicker than he looks," Anastasia said, bored of the emotional scene that stood before her.

    "You bet I'm quick," Conlan flashed a grin at Anastasia and winked. "In more than one way."

    "Oh my God," Mira gagged. "You're seriously trying to flirt with a doll?"

    "A sexy doll," Conlan shrugged at Mira's disgust.

    "She not even human for crying out loud, you disgusting pile of shit!" Mira slapped the side of his arm.

    "Stop hitting me!" Conlan whimpered. "You've bruised me enough!"

    "I don't think so," Mira barked. "Because if that was true, you'd have learned to stop being disgusting!"

    "Okay, you four," Pandora said as she gave a quick glare toward the male's direction. He buffed his chest forward in defense to her angry gaze. "Let's go."

    "Where?" Adelaide questioned, already following the woman to where ever they were heading.

    "To the black limo in the front," Pandora guided them to the long vehicle that she had just mentioned.

    "Oh fuck yes baby!" Conlan spoke pleasurably.

    "If you open your mouth to make one more perverted joke," Mira interrupted him. "I will kill you." Conlan quickly pressed his lips together and kept to himself for almost the entire ride.

    "Holy Fuck," Conlan sang as the limo parked in front of a tall building. "How many office babes work here?" he acted as if he was in heat. Mira slammed her foot between his legs, which caused him to crawl out of the car in pain once the vehicle had unlocked the doors.

    "Loser," Mira cackled as she literally used him as a door mat.

    "Cunt," Conlan grunted, in even more pain than before.

    "What was that?" Mira stomped to a stop in front of the man and pulled on his curls, forcing his face to smash into the cement.

    "Continue on into the building," Anastasia stopped the quarrel.

    Mira didn't argue with doll. "Fine," the black haired woman waltzed into the building with a graceful strut.    

    When Mira was finally inside, Anastasia yanked Conlan to his feet with one pull by the collar of his shirt. "Thanks," he whelped as she accidentally chocked him.

    "Inside," she shoved him towards the tall building.

    "Holy Damn," Risa's mouth fell open as she saw the inside of the building. "This place is so gorgeous."

    "I hate big places," Adelaide muttered with unease and clung to Mira's arm. "I get lost in them all the time."

    Mira laughed as she commented on Adelaide's bad sense of direction. Adelaide pouted as Mira laughed at her in a playful way. Risa stood amazed and silent as she allowed her eyes to roam the building. Conlan began to label every woman he was able to spot on the level of the attractive attributes on each one of them.

   "What are we doing here?" Risa finally snapped out of her daze.

    "Well, for one," Pandora held up her index finger. "This is where you will be from 2'o clock p.m. to 9'o clock p.m. seven days a week and there will be no excuses," she looked directly into the eyes of the dark, curly haired man with an Irish accent.

    "I got it," Conlan pouted while Mira laughed at him. "But the she-hulk over here is just as bad with time as I am," he managed to poke fun at Mira, who did not take the comment very well.

    His entire face faded to a red color from the several open handed attacks that Mira planted on him. "Apologize!" Mira demanded.

    "No!" Conlan stood his ground. "All I did was state a fact! No need to get all snappy and mean!" Mira continued to hit him repeatedly.

    "And two," Pandora ignored the two loud individuals. "You have to meet you assigned guardian."

    "Didn't you mention something about a guardian before?" Risa asked Anastasia as she felt a sense of déjà vu.

    "It is highly likely it has come up in our previous conversations," Anastasia began to ponder the eventful words she had spat previously.

    "Either way," Pandora coughed to catch her attention. "You're guardian's name is Magina Forster. I suggest you be careful when talking to her for the first time." The older blonde beckoned the group to follow her.

    "Are we absolutely sure Mage is the one who should be assigned to them?" Anastasia had a rare spark of concern echoing from her voice.

    "I'm very confident she can do it," Pandora kept a straight face as they head into a dark hall.

    Risa felt like everything was rewinding back into a horror movie. Eventually, she couldn't see anything or anyone around her. "I don't like this," she whimpered.

    "Just continue to walk straight until given the order to do otherwise," Anastasia told her.

    "Okay," Risa's nerves were still rattled as she listened to the footsteps surrounding her. She was close to losing her mind out of fear when a blinding white light shined above them, causing Conlan to hiss like a cat.

    "Shut up you ugly vampire!" Mira spat at the Irish male.

    "Fuck you! We all know I am a sexy beast!" Conlan defended his appearance.

    "What, if I may ask, is this visit for?" a young feminine voice echoed around them.

    "A job, now turn of the light and show yourself," Pandora demanded the womanly voice.

    The light quickly dimmed down and Risa noticed that they were now in a different area. Specifically, the area was outside; a dark ghost town of sorts, without any buildings and had a foul smell.

    "Where the hell is this place?" Risa's grew sick from the strong, distasteful smell.

    "This is Mage's utopia," Anastasia's smile was taunting as she answered the young blonde female.

    "I wouldn't call it a utopia just yet," A small figure walked towards them from the distance with a dark purple-tinted cloak draped over her body. "There are still a few decorations that are amiss in here."

    "Mage," Anastasia's smile became more genuine by this point as the cloaked figure took off her hood to reveal a sickly and ivory pale face with strange markings all over her face, along with a variety of piercings.

    "Her face looks like it was used as a pin cushion," Adelaide gasped as she saw the woman's face.

    Mira smirked as she admired the unique appearance of the short, mysterious woman who appeared despite the heavy, bold and dark make-up was amazing despite being overdone by a several miles for the normal amount a woman would wear.

    "Adelaide and I aren't the only one's concerned about the lady has done to her face?" Risa waved her hand in front of her own face to emphasize on her statement. "Does it hurt at all?"

    "Did you have to bring such an obnoxious group of brats with you, Aunt Ana?" the woman, Mage, seemed to have taken offense to Risa's statement.

    "Obnoxious?" was the Risa's response.

    "You can be pretty obnoxious," Conlan teased the blonde teen with a sinister grin.

    "You don't have the right to talk about anyone being obnoxious, you pathetic excuse for a man," Mira kicked the male in the knee.

    Pandora was about to stop the raging argument that had risen up between the three humans, but Magina held her hand up in protest.

    "I want to watch this," Mage curled her lips into a mischievous smile as her unique eyes stayed observed Risa and her companions.

3: Third Revival

    Magina Forster laughed as Pandora requested her to be a guardian. "What makes you think I would agree to such a thing?"

    "What makes you think you would actually have a choice?" Pandora retorted quickly to the younger, darker haired woman.

    "You do realize," Magina stepped closer to Pandora, showing the height difference between the two; Magina seemed to be several inches shorter than the older woman. "You aren't actually my boss."

    "It's quite funny that you say that," Pandora didn't seem to enjoy Magina's attitude towards her request. "Because I'm everyone's boss when it comes to this building and you get no special treatment."

    "Pandora," Anastasia voiced out. "This isn't something you should push on."

    "Don't start," Pandora spat, Risa could tell the other blonde was getting tired of the cloaked female's attitude.

    "You know what," Magina seemed to grow even smugger than she was a minute ago. "You want me to be the guardian of those things there," she waved her hand in Risa's direction.

    "No, just the guardian to Miss Lelica here," Pandora corrected her.

    "I'll do it," Magina smile. "If you beat them."

    "Them?" Risa spoke out. "Who's them?"

    Magina turned to walk away without another word.

    "Mage, wait," Anastasia attempted to stop her from leaving, showing an out of character trait of concern. Magina flicked her waved her hand as she continued to fade out of view. Anastasia then turned to Pandora.

    "Look, Ana, I know what you going to say," Pandora turned to face the currently angry doll.

    "You don't anger her like that!" Anastasia screamed, cutting Pandora off in mid sentence. "You know how she gets."

    "Who is them?" Risa screamed, attempting to catch one the two mysterious women in front of her. A red light began to shine on the area that they were standing in.

    "What the hell is going on?" Conlan retorted as he noticed change in color, stopping the quarrel he was having with Mira Jayne.

    Everyone grew silent enough to hear the wind blow. When the wind began to blow dust around the group, Anastasia took out a small, usually hidden blade. Her action was followed by a strange row of laughter in the distance.

    "This isn't fun!" Adelaide cried, clinging to Mira's arm in fright.

    "You're not the only one feeling that way," Mira attempted to shield the naïve female from the harsh brushed of sand that pounded against their skin. "Risa, you doing okay?" the tall female called out to her best friend as the sand blurred her vision.

    "I'm fine!" Risa answered as loud a she could without getting sand in her mouth. "Now, Anastasia, Pandora," Risa continued to get the two to give her more details on what was happening to them. "Who is the 'them' that the Magina lady was talking about?"

    "Very unpleasant individuals," Anastasia finally responded.

    "And they love to make people feel just as unpleasant as they are," Pandora added on to Anastasia's answer. "And what happening right now isn't even going to cover the pain you're about to feel in a matter of seconds."

    "Pain?" Risa questioned, but then understood as she soon felt several stabbing pains in various areas of her body; as if she was being stabbed to death with a dull blade. She heard her friends' screams of pain as well as her own as she quickly fell unconscious from the shock.

    "Oh, look at you," A woman approached Risa as she sat in the middle of a garden. "You must be so terrified."

    "I am," Risa answered, feeling as if the woman was someone she knew. Risa looked around the garden, confused as to how she had gotten to this location. The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain the she suffered after meeting that Magina woman. "Where am I?"

    "Somewhere safe," the woman gave a warm smile as she spoke and placed a hand on Risa's head. "You can't be harmed as long as you're here."

    "Sorry, but that doesn't answer the question," Risa responded, gently moving away from the woman due to her own cautious tendencies. Risa had no way of knowing if this woman before her was trying to lead her into a trap or if she was genuine about the safety she mentioned not too long ago.

    "I know, and you'll eventually have the answer to that question," the woman understood Risa's actions and seemed proud of her for it. "But that's for another time, and listen to your intuition more often. It works for you."

    Risa quickly sat up after she awoke from the short, yet imprinting, dream. At least, to her, it seemed short. "What the hell was that?" she asked herself as she brushed her hair out of her face.

    "I don't know, I wasn't there," an unfamiliar, young male was sitting at her bedside.

    "Hello Flower Boy," Risa immediately felt the urge to flirt with the baby-faced yet handsome man in front of her. "I'm Risa," she held out her hand for the man to shake. "And you are?"

    "Not interested," a woman with dark brown hair stormed by them from behind a curtain and to what seemed like a medical counter.

    Risa made an obnoxious face at the woman's back. "Sorry," she spoke with an intense amount of sarcasm.

    The man by her bedside laughed at Risa's expressions. "Don't take my sister's word to heart," the male flashed a smile to calm Risa's nerves. "She's just not in the best of moods right now."

    "So, she's normally not that rude, then?" Risa sighed and rolled her eyes as the woman stormed back to behind the curtains.

    "No, she is," the guy shrugged awkwardly. "But she's also in a bad mood."

    "Tell me now," Risa smiled, falling into a trance at the man's beautiful blue eyes.

    "You'll figure it out eventually, just give it a chance," the man laughed. "I'm Brant."

    Risa smiled. "You really are cute," she leaned in to look closer at his eyes.

    "He's still not interested!" Brant's sister yelled through the curtains, obviously listening in on their conversation.

    "How unfortunate," Risa playfully pouted at the woman's words.

    "I wouldn't say that, exactly," Brant continued the flirtatious conversation.

    "Yes you would!" the woman verbally interfered again.

    "Shut up Obdulia, I can handle myself!" Brant yelled back at the woman.

    "No, you can't," his sister, Obdulia, came from behind the curtains to talk to her brother face to face. "You're barely even eighteen right now; that makes you to be in no position to handle yourself."

    "You're the same age as me, Dulia," Brant spat. "In fact, I'm the older one!"

    "Oh, don't use the twin card on me, you bastard," Obdulia growled in response.

    "You guys are twins?" Risa felt like she was in a cinema.

    "Shut up," Obdulia snapped at Risa.

    "Will you stop it; the girl has done nothing wrong!" Brant came to Risa's defense.

    "She shouldn't be flirting with you; you're too young to be dating!" Obdulia continued to try and make her brother see things her way.

    "You have no judgment over what I can or can't do," Brant took a breath to calm down. "And besides, this isn't the time for this! You've got to make sure that guy back there doesn't die!"

    "It's not like he doesn't deserve it!" Obdulia screamed. "I have a feeling that he had the most injuries for a reason!"

    "Are you guys talking about Conlan? If so," Risa couldn't hold back a smile anymore. "I think letting him die is the right and justified thing to do. It would help everyone."

    "See, even the dumb blonde bimbo thinks so," Obdulia made sure to emphasize certain words so that Risa would know where she stood.

    "It doesn't matter what any of us thinks or feels, our job is to keep them from dying, so go do you daBrant literally pushed his sister behind the curtain. "And don't come out until the obnoxious one is at his full level of health!"

    "Conlan really does deserve to die though," Risa repeated her previous opinion.

    "Oh, I know," Brant nodded in agreement. "But, he's the only thing keeping her busy right now."

    "So," Risa was thinking of what to change the topic to. "Can you, I don't know, tell me what happened to me? How did Conlan even get injured?"

    "Looks like Pandora pissed Mage off again," Brant was willing to answer her questions. "That woman really needs to let Anastasia talk to Mage instead."

    "Why Anastasia?" the young blonde continued to ask for more details.

    "Magina has a soft spot for the living doll," Brant did his best to answer her. "And Anastasia know how to talk to Mage a lot more than Pandora does."

    "So, what was it that practically hospitalized us?" Risa continued her questioned. "Was it some sort of witch craft or a creepy voodoo spell?"

    "No," Brant burst out laughing. "Mage isn't the type to do that stuff."

    "Well then? What was it?"

    "Jeno, Brutus, and Syder," Brant help up a finger with each word he said. "Of course, that's what Mage calls them. We don't know what their actual names are."

    "What are those?" Risa was now even more confused.

    "They are the being that Mage treats as if they were some pile of toys," Brant specified.

    "I'm still not getting what you mean," Risa was getting more confused. "I'm an easily confused nineteen year old female with superficial quirks. You've got to make things sound much simpler for me if I am to understand."

    "Okay, there's Jeno," Brant decided he would tell her about each of them individually. "He's a man with elf-like qualities such long ears and nose. He's greedy and very trigger-happy. He's also tall and sadistic. I suggest you never piss him off. He hates grooming and barely ever does it."

    "Okay," Risa obviously needed more detail.

    "He's the one who shot the prick my sister is taking care of and the short, chubby-face girl," Brant added.

    "He shot Adelaide?" Risa's look of despair expressed that the chubby-face girl was import to her. "Is she okay? Oh, please tell me she's okay!" Risa was already near tears.

    "She's fine," Brant rubbed Risa's back to calm her. "Relax, everyone is fine. No one died. Although the Prick may die by the hands of my sister, I make no promises on his safety."

    "Okay," Risa took a breath and allowed Brant to continue.

    "Next one is Brutus. He's almost seven feet tall with red skin, has four arms, and six black eyes. He likes to bash and throw things. He is also Mage's favorite."

    "Did he hurt Mira Jayne?" Risa gulped as she prepared herself for the answer.

    "If Mira Jayne is the tall black haired woman," Brant sighed. "Then yeah, Mira Jayne and Pandora were both taken down by Brutus."

    "So, does that mean I was injured by this Syder character?" Risa questioned him.

    "Bingo," Brant smiled. "If it wasn't for the fact that you're a revival, you would be dead right about now."

    "Why?" a chill went up Risa's spine as she continued to ask for more information. "I barely have any scratches on me."

    "Now, yeah," Brant confirmed her statement. "But when you were brought in here yesterday, you were practically a bloody mass of sliced up stake."

    Risa couldn't get herself to say anything, despite her strong desire to do so.

    "Syder isn't the most gentle character," Brant smiled. "Let's just say that."

    "Where are my friends," was the first thing Risa able to say after a long pause.

    "Waiting room," Brant answered. "Come on, I'll bring you to them."

    Risa quickly stood behind Brant as he led her passed the curtains and by the bloody, but awake, Conlan and doctor Obdulia. Risa held back the strong urge to mock Conlan on his condition. Brant brought Risa into a long, empty hallway.

    "This place is so eerie," Risa had another shiver dance around her spine. "I hate eerie places."

    "The tall, black haired woman," Brant began. "Mira Jayne, I believe."

    "What about her?" Risa questioned.

    "She said the exact opposite about eerie areas," Brant added.

    "Of course she would," Risa was not surprised. "That woman is a horror fanatic, so she loves creepy and eerie looking things. She also has a thing for rooting for the villain when it comes to stories."

    "I can see that," Brant laughed.

    "Oh, don't tell me," Risa looked a bit disappointed. "You're interested in my best friend, aren't you?"

    "No, not all," Brant went into a playfully defensive mode. "And besides, I'm pretty sure I'm not her type."

    "Oh, you think you know her type?" Risa was interested in what the man in front of her was thinking. "What do you think her type is, because, I've personally never figured out what her taste in guys are."

    "She likes blondes," Brant smiled. "Especially ones that are shorter than her."

    "You sure," Risa was skeptical of his answer. "I don't see her liking that kind of guy."

    "I'm pretty sure," Brant felt confident in his answer.

    "Okay," Risa shrugged it off as they reached the end of the hall and Brant pushed the doors open for Risa to walk through.

    "Risa!" Adelaide was the first person to come into Risa's view as the short brunette embraced Risa with full force. Mira Jayne was the second to come into view.

    "Good to see you're okay now," Mira smiled at her best friend.

    "I know right?" Risa did a victory dance to show how happy she was to be alive and in one piece.

    Brant skipped passed Risa and stopped to talk to talk to Mira Jayne. "You're best friend doesn't catch onto things too quickly, does she?"

    "What are you going on about?" Mira Jayne looked annoyed with the male.

    "I'm just saying," Brant smiled. "I can tell how relieved you are that she's okay. I mean, she's your best friend and all."

    "Just tell me what you're getting at," Mira demanded.

    "I think you're crush is a bit obvious," Brant came out with what he wanted to say. "At least to me it is."

    "You tell her and so help me I will rip out your intestines and use them to hang you by neck," Mira threatened him.

    "I don't plan to," Brant reassured her. "I just wanted to let you know that you're going to try harder if you actually want to win her over."

    Mira didn't know how to respond to Brant remark; she couldn't tell if it was sincere are sarcastic. "Whatever," was all she was able to come out with. "Go away."

    "Good luck," Brant then walked back into the eerie hallway that he had come out of. Mira kept her eyes on him until he was out of sight.

    "Mira, you okay?" Risa had approached her best friend from out of nowhere.

    "Someday, you will pop out like that and I will actually end up punching you," Mira warned her best friend.

    "Oh please, you love me too much," Risa winked, causing Mira to let out a sarcastically awkward chuckle.

    "So, what's going on now," Adelaide asked Pandora, who was sitting in a green chair beside Mira Jayne the entire time.

    "We wait until Anastasia convinces Magina to become Risa's guardian," was Pandora's answer.

4: Fourth Revival

“Be sure not to insult her,” Anastasia began to lecture Risa on how to behave when in the present of the woman named Magina Forster. “She is not someone to be taken lightly, everyone who’s met her, knows this.”

                “In other words,” Risa attempted to dumb Anastasia’s word down a bit. “Don’t piss her off or else I’m dead.”

                “You are smarter than you put on,” Anastasia nodded with approval, although Risa did not know whether to take the doll’s words as a compliment or be insulted by the statement. “Go.” The doll shoved Risa into a blindingly white room, where Magina stood.

                At the moment, all Risa knew was that whatever Anastasia had told Magina when the blonde was unconscious in the infirmary, it seemed to have worked; Risa was now without her friends, standing in front of the cloaked woman. Anastasia had told her that Magina needed to assess Risa herself before any real decision was made.

                “So, how did you get mixed up in all of the shit here?” Mage questioned Risa with a smug look plastered on her face.

                “Some killer puppet with a human-salami fetish,” Risa shrugged, not wanting to relive what had happened not too long ago.

                “A Human-salami fetish,” Magina laughed at the image that had popped into her head. “Never heard that one before. I’m not sure I even get it, but, you know, it sounds interesting.”

                “What about you,” Risa quickly attempted to change the subject. “What got you into all of this fun?”

                “We aren’t talking about me!” Magina snapped, stomping her foot to emphasize on her rising anger.

                “Okay!” Risa fell to the ground in fear of what Magina was going to do to her. “Don’t hurt me!”

                Magina let out a heavy sigh. “You look pathetic,” she groaned, beckoning the young female to get to her feet. “You’re only a few years younger than me and you still act like you’re five years of age.”

                “Five? Five!?” Risa felt offended by the statement. “I at least act like I’m ten years old!”

                “At least you admit to being immature,” Magina accepted the ten years old retort as a proper come back, despite it being an extremely poor response in general.

                “Wait,” Risa realized what she had set herself up for. “Damn.” The blonde reluctantly admitted defeat.

                “Are you a natural blonde?” Magina asked.

                “Does that really matter?” Risa retaliated against her question with another question, feeling that Magina was attempting to insult her by using her hair color against her.

                “Are you?” Magina practically repeated her question, holding a straight face throughout the moment.

                Risa caved into the muted pressure. “Yeah, I’m naturally blonde,” she muttered, folding her arms as she pouted.

                “You’re around average height, blue eyes, and fair skinned,” Magina muttered aloud to herself.

                “And you’re vertically challenged, with really pale eyes, and pale skin,” Risa copied Mage’s style of observation. “Has anyone told you that you look like a living ice sculpture wearing a wig that resembles an emo rainbow and a giant cape, or cloak, or whatever is currently draped over your body right now? With that said, I now have another question. May I ask the specific question which is boggling my brain?”

                “I wasn’t away you truly had something as complex as a brain,” Magina grunted as a way to retaliate against Risa’s mocking behavior. “But, if it is worrying to such a level that you have to phrase things to make yourself sound intelligent, then go ahead.”

                “Your eyes, they are, like, really pale,” Risa repeated her previous observation. “I mean, you almost look like a classical blind woman I see on movies and what not.”

                “Get to the point,” Magina grew impatient.

                “Okay, so, since your eyes are super light, I couldn’t tell,” Risa stuttered. “Are they green or blue?”

                “Oh, is that all you wanted to know?” Magina snickered as she flipped her chest length hair behind her shoulders. “They’re both; the left is green while the right one is blue.”

                “Is that from a disease or something? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of it,” Risa continued to question the woman about her eyes.

                “No,” Magina told her. “I wish they were because of a disease, but they weren’t.”         

                “Why would you wish to have a disease?” Risa was taken aback. She never thought anyone would wish for their very person to be sick. Magina touched Risa forehead with the tip of her index finger. “Holy Hell!” Risa pushed Magina’s hand away. “That was fucking cold!”

                “When you said I looked like a living ice sculpture,” Magina reflected on Risa’s observation. “I practically am just that.” Somehow, although Magina was laughing, Risa felt a sad essence emitting from the frozen woman. “I’m called a Blessed one, which is quite ironic seeing as how all my life I’ve lived with curses.”

                “So, you were what? Cursed into being a literal Ice Queen?” Risa wanted to lighten the air a bit.

                “Pretty much,” Magina confirmed. “I’m just glad I’m strong enough to hide the mark he gave me.”

                “A mark?” Risa was officially curious about this woman.

                Magina smiled at the blonde. “Yes,” she nodded. “A mark,” Magina stated as she took off her cloak, revealing her nude body.

                “Whoa! Hold up a moment!” Risa blocked her eyes. “What are you doing!?”

                “Relax, we’re both women so I’m pretty sure we both had the same anatomy build,” Magina shook her head at Risa’s immaturity. “Although, I’ve got way better curves than you, especially in the chest area.”

                “Hold on a minute!” Risa spat out, still covering her eyes. “I’ve got a C-cup, okay! I find that a pretty good size, you know; especially since I’m so damn scrawny!”

                “Never said you were small,” Magina laughed at her. “I just said mine are bigger than yours.”

                Risa’s curiosity had gotten the better of her, causing her to uncover her eyes so she could compare her figure to Magina’s. “Well, fucking hell,” Risa whined. “You’re a damn D-cup aren’t you? Did you get them implanted or something? And did you seriously get piercing all over your body?”

                “No, I just developed abnormally well,” Magina shrugged as if it was nothing special. “Like I said, I’m supposed to be a blessed one. And yes, I did, I have a thing for piercings. Is that a crime?”

                “Supposed to?” Risa let out a laughed of denial and attempting to no longer talk about the piercings, which were nearly everywhere.

                “Turns out these things are just a hindrance when it comes down to things. They always draw attention to me when I don’t want it,” Magina informed Risa.

                “Okay, so why’d you strip anyway?” Risa asked, wanting to change the subject.

                “Watch,” Magina told her, which Risa reluctantly obeyed.

                The blonde’s eyes widened as strange markings appeared on Magina’s body. “What the hell,” Risa gasped as the abstract markings began to resemble tattooed vines curling around the entire body of the naked woman standing in front of her.

                “Now you can’t look away, huh?” Magina decided to tease her, causing Risa to snap out of the trance she was unwillingly placed under.

                “I so didn’t mean to stare,” Risa felt awkward. “So, now that I’ve seen that,” she motioned to Magina’s body to reference the markings. “Can you put that back on?” Risa then pointed to the cape which now lay on the floor.

                “Alright,” Magina place the cloak back around her body. “You should stop being so squeamish over seeing another woman’s flesh. It makes you seem even more immature than before.”

                Risa didn’t voice her opinion on the matter; she didn’t have any way to say anything without sounding offensive. “Anyway, how bad have a score on your little assessment so far?”

                “So far?” Magina huffed. “Sweetheart, I’ve finished my assessment.”

                “Okay, so how bad did I score?” Risa repeated her question.

                “Well, I’ve assessed that you’re an immature brat with an obnoxious state of mind,” Magina told her. “You’ve got an annoying voice and you seem to think you have a brain.” Risa felt as if she was being stabbed by every word that had been spoken. “But you’re extremely amusing to watch. I’ve also notice you have a certain sensibility about yourself. Also, I would love to see how you deal with everything that is soon to happen to you.”

                “And that means?” Risa asked, despite her fear of a harsh rejection.

                “I’m content with acting as your guardian for now,” Magina decided to accept the request asked of her. “And don’t piss me off, got it?”

                Magina glared with a high level of intensity towards Risa, who, in turn, collapsed to her knees from the pressure of the stare and could only nod her head in response. Magina’s glare quickly turned to a gleeful smile quickly after Risa’s nod of the head.

                “Seriously?” A giant, red figure walked out from behind Risa, who was easily startled by it. “Do you have to take on every case that you think may be interesting?”

                “Six eyes, red skin,” Risa muttered to herself. “You’re the Brutus guy, aren’t you?”

                The figure turned to face her, baring his sharpened teeth. “Did I give you permission to talk to me? No? I suggest you keep silent then.”

                “Aren’t you just so polite,” A soothing, yet spine-chilling voice echoed through the room.

                “Who asked you?” Brutus did not seem very fond of the voice, or, at the least, the owner of whom the voice belonged to.

                A third voice began to cackle maniacally as the other two bickered. The laughing caused Risa to back up against a cushioned corner and search the room frantically. She spotted the owner of the laughter; it belonged to a man sitting in a far corner. Seeing certain attributes of the man in the corner; his eyes, messy long ears and nose, and a large gun resting on his lap; Risa guessed that he was the Jeno character that was mentioned to her before.

                “Brutus,” Risa looked at the red-skinned figure. “Jeno,” she looked at the figure in the corner. “That must mean Mr. Invisible is Syder.”

                “I’d say the new little kitten is actually quite clever,” the second voice cooed. Risa froze from shock as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and a hand began to stroke her face. “I say you should give her a reward for her successful hypothesis.” The voice sounded as if it was right behind her. But it was impossible for anyone to be behind her; she was up against a wall.

                Risa let out a scream as she pushed out of the grip, immediately falling onto the floor in a panic.

                “Damn it, Syder,” Magina snapped. “You’ll end up mentally scarring the poor girl if you do that.”

                Risa slowly turned her head back to where she was previously standing to see a tall figure fazing his body through the wall. “How,” she whimpered, barely managing proper speech at this point.

                “I’m a magician, Miss Kitten,” the figure stared down at her with his sadistic, caramel colored eyes. “You should know a magician never reveals his tricks to anyone.”

                Magina slowly came to help Risa to her feet, only to have the scared female refuse to rise. “You need to get up.”

                “Nope,” was all Risa could manage to say to the other female, her response caused Magina to grow angry with this third figure.

                “Fuck you, Syder,” Magina slapped the self-proclaimed magician; her long fingernails slightly scratched his cheek. She continued to scratch at his face until there was a pool of blood dropping down onto the floor.

                “Oh, don’t tell me you’re done already,” the figure, Syder, licked off the blood that dripped on his hand. “I was actually enjoying it.”

                “Of course you were,” Magina sounded aggravated at the figure.

                As Risa began to recover from her state of shock, she decided to take a look at the creepy man whom she was told had nearly stabbed her to death once before; He was nearly as pale as the angry ice queen which now stood beside him. His hair was slicked back to resemble a swirl of pink and blue flames. The style of his white outfit reminded her of some sort of twisted killer-jester with a tight, long sleeved shirt that fell down an inch passed his shoulders. But the simplest, yet also the scariest attribute that Risa noted about the man, was that, under both of his eyes, Syder had a stream of black tears drops that went down passed his neck. 

                “So, now you’ve met my boys,” Magina spoke, realizing Risa’s begun to recover from Syder’s shocking entrance. “And I will now apologize for them.”

                “What did I do?” Risa heard Jeno question Magina’s words.

                “Shut up you damned piece of shit!” Magina snapped, only to have Jeno laugh at her reaction.

                It was obvious to Risa that the four of them were not friends; they were necessary benefactors of one another. The group would easily one another if they thought they were no longer of any use. Risa’s fear began to grow into silent pity for them as she watched them begin to verbally and physically attack one another. “I think I should go inform Anastasia and my friends that you decided to be my guardian or whatever,” Risa said, now, more than ever, wanting out of the room.

                “Go ahead,” Magina snapped her fingers and the room’s only door opened to reveal a slightly familiar hallway.

                “Thank you,” Risa said with a forced smile as she walked out of the room in hidden fear; she could feel all of their eyes on her as she left.

                “Oh, she will be fun,” Syder snickered after Risa had successfully left the room; his face was now completely free from any marks that Magina had imprinted on him.

                “She is interesting,” Magina agreed, although she continued to scowl at the jester-like fool. “So, tell me, when did you pathetic trio of trash return?”

                “Quite a bit ago,” Jeno answered. “It was right before the revival girl had entered the room.”

                “So, did you hear our entire conversation?” Magina interrogated.

                “Of course we did,” Syder was the one to answer this time. He did so he combed his long fingers through Magina’s hair. She refused to react to his actions. “We also saw it all, as well.”

                “Is that so,” she inquired with a straight face. His word did not receive a true response from her, which slightly upset him. “You buffoons must not have very interesting things to do if you have to spy on two women.”

                “The whole conversation was boring anyway,” it was Brutus that spoke this time. “You haven’t showed us anything new or exciting for a long time. And why’d you have to mention that bastard for?”

                “I only mentioned him once and it’s not like I mentioned his name or anything,” Magina scowled. “Why do you imbeciles have to get so testy whenever he’s brought up anyway?”

                “You should know why,” Syder groaned with tormented pleasure as he brought out one of his various small blades which were hidden on his person and pressed it against her skin beside the eye. “He’s cursed all of us, remember?” the magician slid the blade down to her chin, leaving a shallow gash on her face.

                “You done yet?” Magina scowled.

                “Almost,” Syder said right before he swept the blood off her face with his tongue, cause her to face to grimace with disgust. “Now I’m done,” he was satisfied with the look that was now glaring in her eyes.

                “You such a sick bastard,” she snapped in anger.

                “Thank you,” he laughed at her, intentionally angering her ever further.

                Risa was not afraid to express the joy she felt from being out of that small room. It had begun to make her feel as if she had gone insane. “Mira!” she cried when she saw her best friend waiting for her at the end of the hallway.

                “How’d it go?” Mira Jayne asked the shorter female.

                “All I can say is,” Risa did not want to say what had truly gone on inside that room. “She agreed to be my Guardian.”

                “Cool,” Mira Jayne congratulated her best friend.

                “Now there’s only one thing I know I need to do,” Risa laughed.

                “What?” Mira asked, fully prepared for a stupid comment from the blonde.

                “Figure out why the hell I need a guardian so bad anyway,” Risa answered. “And also to ask what the hell they mean by having a guardian in the first place.”

                “Technically that’s two things,” Mira Jayne corrected Risa.

                “Oh, shut up!” Risa screamed as Mira Jayne led her back to where the rest of the company was at.

                “You know, I just realized that you were never actually good at math, Risa.”

                “I was too! I think.”

                The two began to laugh as the continued their playful argument.