[u]Mary[/u]

[i]Loom, Mid-day.[/i]

She was suddenly awake in the city of Loom. The smell is what assaulted her first. Rotting garbage, spices, and emissions. She stood up, stretching. "Well. At least this time I know what happened." She muttered. Her ring glimmered on her finger. [i][b][color=aba000]Doesn't make it any less painful. You don't have to be as tough as steel, Mary.[/color][/b][/i] Mary gave a sad smile, examining the small alley in which she had awoken. It, at least, was familiar. Garbage and filth everywhere. So she hadn't been out for too long this time. "Yes Mercy, I do. Because until I kill him or he kills me, this is never going to stop." She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. She couldn't let this go on anymore. [i][b][color=ed1c24]You're not ready to kill him. Not yet.[/color][/b][/i] Mary chuckled humorlessly, walking out of the alley. "I doubt I ever will be ready, Vengeance. But at least if I fail I can force him to kill me. And that might bring an end to this damned cycle." 

She was almost outside the alley, trying to hide her nervousness by fiddling with her ring. She had no idea what the world was going to be like out there. Had someone like Judas rose to power again? The Angels and Demons shattered the fragile peace? Was Lazarus still around? Was the Musicians Academy still standing? She had so many questions, and no way to answer them. Not yet. [b][i][color=Black]Even if he kills you, the cycle won't end. I'll still be around and he'll just drag me from your corpse.[/color][/i][/b] "Then we'll have to figure out someway to cast you into the Abyss of death." [b][i][color=Black]Oh ha ha. I'm sure you find yourself very punny.[/color][/i][/b]

Mary smiled. "I do. Thank you for noticing." 

With a too light of landing, the man stood in front of her. Mary's eyes widened in surprise, and then terror as she took in his appearance. Unnaturally long canines, pale skin, predatory eyes and unnatural speed and grace. Vampire. Mary began to shake as images flared in her mind. 

[i]A giggling voice, demanding that they eat her. A stern voice, telling him that Sir wants her alive. A fight breaks out, knocking her over and disrupting her bonds and blindfold. She runs.[/i]

[i]The same giggling voice on the phone, asking if it's okay to eat the girl now that they've eaten the parents. She drops the phone. Grief shuts down her mind. And guilt. The rest is a blur.[/i]

[i]Screams of pain and terror. Something tearing apart the giggler as the stern one was already dead. She could only stare in horror.[/i]

Mary wasn't aware that she was running until she had already slammed open a door and was bolting. There were voices in her head, telling her to slow down, to fight, to do anything but this mind numbing panic that had over taken her. She couldn't register it. She just had to run. She couldn't be caught again. If she was they'd kill the people who cared about her again. 

Mary didn't know how long she had ran through the buildings and streets of Loom. It seemed like forever. Eventually she found herself in a new alley way. This one longer. The man was behind her. Now that she had a moment to stop, she could hear him taunting her. She looked around wildly. There was no where to run. No where to hide. She was trapped and doomed and she was going to die die die die-

[i][b][color=ed1c24]ENOUGH![/color][/b][/i] Vengeance's voice boomed through her mind, making her freeze in both mind and body. [i][b][color=ed1c24]You are a Musician! You bring order to the chaos! You are judge, jury, and executioner! In this world you are the force of Order. Act. Like. It.[/color][/b][/i]

Mary shook herself. He was right. She was a Musician. If she failed now, she wouldn't be able to stop Sir. She wouldn't be able to bring order to this mad world. 

The Vampire was getting closer. She took a deep breath, before turning to face him, her instrument loose in her hands. The vampire smiled, opening his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the sounds of war horns and chimes. Before he could do anything, golden chains erupted from the ground behind him, wrapping around his body and forcing him to his knees.

"You stand guilty of murder, attempted murder of a Musician, and Essence stealing. The punishment for such crimes is death." Mary's voice echoed to her from a long distance, as if she wasn't in control of her own body as she strode up to the vampire, her instrument now a pistol. The vampire was beginning to panic, struggling futilely in his bonds. Calmly, she put the barrel against his forehead. "May God have mercy on your soul." With one sharp bang, it was all over. The vampire's body collapsed limply onto the ground, and Mary's instrument returned to a ring. 

Mary turned around and promptly vomited.