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She'd been hunting for the entity known as \"Jack\" for nearly a week, and now that she'd managed to wrangle his presence with her own, control (Or the illusion of control) had twisted through her grasp like sand. Now she was sitting quietly, cross legged, gazing up at Jack, whom had his robe poised to pierce Ricochet's throat like a spike. He had manipulated the fabric somehow, distorted and influenced it into a sharp, jagged point, whose tip pressed fiercely into Ricochet's throat, not but inches from a mortal stroke.\n\nWith the icy grasp of terror wrapped around her heart and choking away her voice, she nearly jumped at the begging croak that slipped past her lips: \"Why have you brought me here?\" To this, Jack stared quietly, slowly lowering away the deadly point of his robe twisting out a sickly deformed, skeletal arm with a outstretched finger poised towards her.\n\n\"I've waited for your manifestation here since we first met. Runner's always seem to appear down here- but I'm not the one who reaped your soul...further more... you are...still alive? Some twisted experiment stemmed from your spell craft?\" He growled with some level of disgust. Sparkle however, let his words drain into the stale atmosphere around her, lost to the dazzling stars in the words \"You are still alive.\"\n\n\"Then how...I didn't do this! I didn't ASK for this! I didn't want this!! I don't know how I got down here! I'm sitting up in my room one minute, prepping for a children's performance, and then the next thing I know, I'm surrounding by demons who want to eat me at a broken down bus stop. What is going ON?!\" She barked, her voice heavy with sorrow, tearful and cracked in its beaten projection.\n\nJack stared at her for a long time. Endlessly, grasping at the fringes of her soul and studying her spirit in the timeless existence of hell. His movements stoic and stationary, Spark has lost track of time before she finally heard his voice again- ever so slightly lighter- as if the edge had been taken off. Perhaps now he didn't think of her as some dark witch lusting for powers behind her- but a poor little girl whom taken the ultimate wrong turn.\n\n\"Your soul is surprisingly intact. You have been transported here in such a manner that your body has become the soul and the soul has become the body, thusly, any damage you sustain her will be directly transferred to your soul, making the longer you remain here, the more difficult it will be to return to earth and remain uncorrupted. To your credit, Hell is unaware of your existence, but it's citizens will be more difficult to fool. In addition you have the distinct taint of demons about you, and one in particular- Lust. There is high probability that he has something to do with you being here. Regretfully, you will require the aid of an angel to offer you transport from here- and I have my doubts that you know of any.\" The specter sulked and turned towards the window- which was presumably, the way he had entered the building in the first place. Spark didn't move to stop him, nor open her mouth to speak. The world was crashing down on her all over again. Her hope rose and vanished in a single, roller coaster ride of an explanation that left her far more defeated then any situation Hell had yet to produce. Ricochet, however, didn't seem so quick to give up. He leapt forward, thrusting his body in front of the gliding spectre and shook his head wildly.\n\n\"Well now hang on a cotton pickin' minute! What if we could wrangle up an angel?! Then could she get outta here?!\" He asked. Despite the flickering thoughts of despair that tumbled cross her mind, Spark perked a hopeful ear. To her distress, however, Jack shook his head.\n\n\"Finding an angel in hell would certainly cost you your lives...at least, hers. I wouldn't know where to find one, if you were off to search, but I will make mention of this to Central in heaven. Perhaps she can help you.\" He said- a statement that made Spark's ears both perk in surprise, as well as the Coyote's. With that, he faded away, into nothingness, as if lost to an invisible wind that swept through the grungy apartment- leaving the two alone.\n\n* * *\n\n\"Full House.\" The Coyote grinned sharply, displaying a pawful of cards, three fives and two sevens. Spark chuckled softly, and nodded her head, placing her own cards face down. On the dirty floor in front of her. The two of them had cleared enough space in the dirty, shambled room to play a few hands of The coyote's favorite game- one Sparkle wasn't too shabby at either- but it seemed she was having a horrible losing streak.\n\"I think yer cheatin'. So, you don't remember anything?\" Spark asked quietly, reaching down tucking her fingertips under the hem of her dirty red top and peeling it off, letting her breasts spill into the air, bouncing slightly before she collected her dealt cards. Ricochet just stared.\n\"Yo, my mouth is up here.\" The wolf sneered. Ricochet shook his head with a slick, goofy grin and shrugged his muscular shoulders under his duster.\n\n\"And yet, I reckon I seem strangely drawn to yer chest. How odd. And, no, to answer ya'll question. I remember, I was supposta rescue Serena. She...She owned a Saloon...She was a right, prurdy thang...but I don't remember what she looks like. I remember her perfume...Remember her touch...She had such sharp eyes, n' she had such soft eyes, and she had such pretty...pretty eyes like yours...but I dun can't remember her. I CAN'T REMEMBER HER! I promised, promised I'd protect her. Promised her, I'd help buy the Saloon...no matter how...and then I don't remember. I remember I had to rescue her from somebody...probably them rats...but it's only bits and pieces...And now all of a sudden, after what feels like forever, I'm here, working on savin another right young thing I'mma gonna botch up again!\" Ricochet snarled so sharply that Spark jumped to her feet. \"I don't even remember mah name, and I'm supposeta help you get back to earth?! Who am I kiddin' SPARK?! WHO AM I KIDDIN?! ...Ain't nobody needs me...\" He whimpered quietly. Spark shook her head with a sigh, slowly reaching for her shirt and putting it back on.\n\n\"Wow, from slick and charming to whiny and pathetic in under five seconds. And I thought I had problems. Anyway, good game, haven't played strip poker in forever, I'mma go and find Lust. You can stay here and blubber, all you like. \" She quipped, putting on her pants. The Coyote leapt to his feet with a start.\n\n\"WHOA, whoa whoa?! Drip? Since when did you decide you were gonna-\" He started, but she cut him off while in the middle of hopping on one leg, trying to get her foot through the slot.\n\n\"Since I decided I've been here for two hours, and I don't even KNOW if JACK is coming back. He's probably off just laughing at how I'm finally his to fuck with as he likes, and Damn it, if I'm gonna sit around, and wait to rot, without giving myself a shot to get out of here!! If I'm gonna spend an eternity down here, then I'm gonna earn it by fucking somebody up, damn it, and I'm gonna start with the sorry fuck who dragged me down here in the first place!!\" She snapped, and grabbed her coat and walked out the door with a SLAM. Ricochet sighed deeply and reached over to flip her cards up. Four Aces and a King.\n\"...Son of a ...\"\n\n* * *\nHe eventually caught up with Sparkle, who was marching towards the Valley of Lust with naught but determination in her steps.\n\n\"Ya'll fergot yer cards!\" The coyote called out. But Spark kept right on walking, her jacket fluttering in her wake, her movements lost to her desire for redemption...or at least, another shot back at the life she used to have.\n\n\"I figured you'd keep 'em safe for me until I got back. This is a suicide mission you know? No, I'm not gonna reconsider, yeah, I figure if a demon has a power to yank me out of MY world and into Hell I'm going up against some pretty fucked up odds. Yeah, I appreciate you coming to my aid back in the church, No, you're not a loser, you saved my life when I really counted, I'm in your debt, Yes, I flashed my chest to you, cause I think you're pretty cute, No, we aren't going to make out or have hot hero and damsel in distress sex, yes, I was cheating too, but I didn't really care, figured I was already in hell, what was the worst that could happen, and No, I'm not gonna let you cheat on your girl with me, I don't deserve you. \" The wolf snarled hotly, stopping on her heel and turning to take in the coyote's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Richochet, to her amazement, just laughed, tilted his fedora and bowed his head.\n\n\"Didn't know you could read minds too! Color me impressed. So since I ain't talkin' yall outta this fool hardy idea, let's go get killed together! After you, ma'am.\" The coyote explained, offering the wolf the lead. She giggled quietly and let a gentle smile wrap around her face.\n\n\"I can see why she liked you...\" She said quietly, and stuffed her paws into her pockets once more, and meandered forward with Ricochet right behind her. One way or another, she had a gut feeling, the performance she was about to put on was going to be her final act of the night....", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sweet and dizzying sensation of victory and failure tumbled about in her soul as she dragged herself into a sitting position. She'd been hunting for the entity known as "Jack" for nearly a week, and now that she'd managed to wrangle his presence with her own, control (Or the illusion of control) had twisted through her grasp like sand. Now she was sitting quietly, cross legged, gazing up at Jack, whom had his robe poised to pierce Ricochet's throat like a spike. He had manipulated the fabric somehow, distorted and influenced it into a sharp, jagged point, whose tip pressed fiercely into Ricochet's throat, not but inches from a mortal stroke.

With the icy grasp of terror wrapped around her heart and choking away her voice, she nearly jumped at the begging croak that slipped past her lips: "Why have you brought me here?" To this, Jack stared quietly, slowly lowering away the deadly point of his robe twisting out a sickly deformed, skeletal arm with a outstretched finger poised towards her.

"I've waited for your manifestation here since we first met. Runner's always seem to appear down here- but I'm not the one who reaped your soul...further more... you are...still alive? Some twisted experiment stemmed from your spell craft?" He growled with some level of disgust. Sparkle however, let his words drain into the stale atmosphere around her, lost to the dazzling stars in the words "You are still alive."

"Then how...I didn't do this! I didn't ASK for this! I didn't want this!! I don't know how I got down here! I'm sitting up in my room one minute, prepping for a children's performance, and then the next thing I know, I'm surrounding by demons who want to eat me at a broken down bus stop. What is going ON?!" She barked, her voice heavy with sorrow, tearful and cracked in its beaten projection.

Jack stared at her for a long time. Endlessly, grasping at the fringes of her soul and studying her spirit in the timeless existence of hell. His movements stoic and stationary, Spark has lost track of time before she finally heard his voice again- ever so slightly lighter- as if the edge had been taken off. Perhaps now he didn't think of her as some dark witch lusting for powers behind her- but a poor little girl whom taken the ultimate wrong turn.

"Your soul is surprisingly intact. You have been transported here in such a manner that your body has become the soul and the soul has become the body, thusly, any damage you sustain her will be directly transferred to your soul, making the longer you remain here, the more difficult it will be to return to earth and remain uncorrupted. To your credit, Hell is unaware of your existence, but it's citizens will be more difficult to fool. In addition you have the distinct taint of demons about you, and one in particular- Lust. There is high probability that he has something to do with you being here. Regretfully, you will require the aid of an angel to offer you transport from here- and I have my doubts that you know of any." The specter sulked and turned towards the window- which was presumably, the way he had entered the building in the first place. Spark didn't move to stop him, nor open her mouth to speak. The world was crashing down on her all over again. Her hope rose and vanished in a single, roller coaster ride of an explanation that left her far more defeated then any situation Hell had yet to produce. Ricochet, however, didn't seem so quick to give up. He leapt forward, thrusting his body in front of the gliding spectre and shook his head wildly.

"Well now hang on a cotton pickin' minute! What if we could wrangle up an angel?! Then could she get outta here?!" He asked. Despite the flickering thoughts of despair that tumbled cross her mind, Spark perked a hopeful ear. To her distress, however, Jack shook his head.

"Finding an angel in hell would certainly cost you your lives...at least, hers. I wouldn't know where to find one, if you were off to search, but I will make mention of this to Central in heaven. Perhaps she can help you." He said- a statement that made Spark's ears both perk in surprise, as well as the Coyote's. With that, he faded away, into nothingness, as if lost to an invisible wind that swept through the grungy apartment- leaving the two alone.

* * *

"Full House." The Coyote grinned sharply, displaying a pawful of cards, three fives and two sevens. Spark chuckled softly, and nodded her head, placing her own cards face down. On the dirty floor in front of her. The two of them had cleared enough space in the dirty, shambled room to play a few hands of The coyote's favorite game- one Sparkle wasn't too shabby at either- but it seemed she was having a horrible losing streak.
"I think yer cheatin'. So, you don't remember anything?" Spark asked quietly, reaching down tucking her fingertips under the hem of her dirty red top and peeling it off, letting her breasts spill into the air, bouncing slightly before she collected her dealt cards. Ricochet just stared.
"Yo, my mouth is up here." The wolf sneered. Ricochet shook his head with a slick, goofy grin and shrugged his muscular shoulders under his duster.

"And yet, I reckon I seem strangely drawn to yer chest. How odd. And, no, to answer ya'll question. I remember, I was supposta rescue Serena. She...She owned a Saloon...She was a right, prurdy thang...but I don't remember what she looks like. I remember her perfume...Remember her touch...She had such sharp eyes, n' she had such soft eyes, and she had such pretty...pretty eyes like yours...but I dun can't remember her. I CAN'T REMEMBER HER! I promised, promised I'd protect her. Promised her, I'd help buy the Saloon...no matter how...and then I don't remember. I remember I had to rescue her from somebody...probably them rats...but it's only bits and pieces...And now all of a sudden, after what feels like forever, I'm here, working on savin another right young thing I'mma gonna botch up again!" Ricochet snarled so sharply that Spark jumped to her feet. "I don't even remember mah name, and I'm supposeta help you get back to earth?! Who am I kiddin' SPARK?! WHO AM I KIDDIN?! ...Ain't nobody needs me..." He whimpered quietly. Spark shook her head with a sigh, slowly reaching for her shirt and putting it back on.

"Wow, from slick and charming to whiny and pathetic in under five seconds. And I thought I had problems. Anyway, good game, haven't played strip poker in forever, I'mma go and find Lust. You can stay here and blubber, all you like. " She quipped, putting on her pants. The Coyote leapt to his feet with a start.

"WHOA, whoa whoa?! Drip? Since when did you decide you were gonna-" He started, but she cut him off while in the middle of hopping on one leg, trying to get her foot through the slot.

"Since I decided I've been here for two hours, and I don't even KNOW if JACK is coming back. He's probably off just laughing at how I'm finally his to fuck with as he likes, and Damn it, if I'm gonna sit around, and wait to rot, without giving myself a shot to get out of here!! If I'm gonna spend an eternity down here, then I'm gonna earn it by fucking somebody up, damn it, and I'm gonna start with the sorry fuck who dragged me down here in the first place!!" She snapped, and grabbed her coat and walked out the door with a SLAM. Ricochet sighed deeply and reached over to flip her cards up. Four Aces and a King.
"...Son of a ..."

* * *
He eventually caught up with Sparkle, who was marching towards the Valley of Lust with naught but determination in her steps.

"Ya'll fergot yer cards!" The coyote called out. But Spark kept right on walking, her jacket fluttering in her wake, her movements lost to her desire for redemption...or at least, another shot back at the life she used to have.

"I figured you'd keep 'em safe for me until I got back. This is a suicide mission you know? No, I'm not gonna reconsider, yeah, I figure if a demon has a power to yank me out of MY world and into Hell I'm going up against some pretty fucked up odds. Yeah, I appreciate you coming to my aid back in the church, No, you're not a loser, you saved my life when I really counted, I'm in your debt, Yes, I flashed my chest to you, cause I think you're pretty cute, No, we aren't going to make out or have hot hero and damsel in distress sex, yes, I was cheating too, but I didn't really care, figured I was already in hell, what was the worst that could happen, and No, I'm not gonna let you cheat on your girl with me, I don't deserve you. " The wolf snarled hotly, stopping on her heel and turning to take in the coyote's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Richochet, to her amazement, just laughed, tilted his fedora and bowed his head.

"Didn't know you could read minds too! Color me impressed. So since I ain't talkin' yall outta this fool hardy idea, let's go get killed together! After you, ma'am." The coyote explained, offering the wolf the lead. She giggled quietly and let a gentle smile wrap around her face.

"I can see why she liked you..." She said quietly, and stuffed her paws into her pockets once more, and meandered forward with Ricochet right behind her. One way or another, she had a gut feeling, the performance she was about to put on was going to be her final act of the night....", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Final Act of the Night (Part 9)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "41" }