This is a short part. And a warning to you. This fic is going to get
REALLY bizarre later on once you figure out what's happening.
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WARNING: This fic contains blood, murder and demonic and religious
themes. No rape though.
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                            Chapter 2: It begins.

    A shadow figure moved through the night. Blending in perfectly with
the night sky it jumped from roof top to roof top with great speed. From
right to left it moved with lightning fast agility. if anyone caught a
glimpse of it, it would only be a blur.
    Finally the figure reached it's destination. An alleyway at the edge
of town. No one bothered coming down here, and so it was the perfect
meeting place.
    The figure only waited a few second's before someone appeared from
the shadow's. It looked like a he, draped in a blood red robe which only
let show it's tanned hand's. It's face was covered in shadow's, so no
one could see what's really in there. "Ah, Amiel. It seem's you've got
it, yes?"
    The shadow figure named Amiel nodded as it produced a book from
within it's shadow wall. The book was a black leather book with a skull
seal on the front. "Here it is, Ieler. Now where's the money?"
    Ieler nodded slowly and let out a small chuckle. He then pulled a
huge collection of bills kept together by elastic. "Twenty thousand
dollar's Canadian. Now let's exchange. I have to study the book."
    Amiel didn't care, it quickly snatched the money and then handed
Ieler the book. It began to looked through the bills and a smile formed
on it's face. "Nice doing business with you. Anytime you want a job
done, just call, as long as you have money that is."
    Ieler shook his head as he hid the book in his large red robe. "No
thank's I don't think I will need another job done. But I will call you
up if I need anything. Until next time." And then he vanished into the
shadow.
    Amiel shook It's head and sighed. It was happy that it got the money
and everything, and that's what matters. Money is everything.
    And so the figure left for it's home......
    I sat down on the old brown couch and yawned. It was late, about
eleven and I was still up. I really needed to get more of a life. I was
sitting on an old, broken couch, in a small room, alone in the dark,
watching the news. My parent's would probably be watching the news now
if they were here. But they were both working late and so there not
here.
    I looked around the room. The only door in the room was an old
wooden door to my right which was closed. The wall's were painted black
for some unknown reason. The floor was dirty red carpet covered in drink
stains and filth. And the room was bare except for the couch and the TV
only two meter's in front of me.
    Today there was nothing interesting on the new's, not a single
thing. There was a car crash, and some sex offender found innocent.
There was report of a tidal wave down south in America. Nothing really
big. That is until about halfway through the program.
    A young blond woman sat at the desk and looked down at the paper for
a second, she then began to speak. "And, earlier today the body of a
woman was found in her home. She seemed to have had her throat slit by
some sort of blade. Police have no suspects so far. But they have
released the victims name. It's Mrs. Anderson, a grade 11 teacher at
Royal High school. We will report any more update's."
    I was shocked to say the least. My home room/Science/English teacher
was dead! I had mixed feeling's about this but one emotion stood out.
Hatred, hatred for the person who did this to her. Mrs. Anderson was one
of the best teacher's I had ever had and now she was dead. I could only
hope she would be brought to justice........
    The necromancer sighed as he entered the city of Toronto. This was
where the magic traces lead. Whoever had taken the Necrotome would be
here. It was only a matter of finding them. That wouldn't take very
long, not very long at all.......
    "She's up to something, I know it." Said a masculine voice.
    A dark, female figure turned around to see that the voice was coming
from a throne at the other end of the rather large room. A room without
light or heat. "Who?"
    "Myila! Myila damn it. She's on the move. I bet she got the
Necrotome stolen and killed that person using it." Said the man who sat
on the throne.
    The dark woman sighed and opened the door to leave the throne room.
"Your really keeping up with things in the human world. And it's only
one murder, nothing big. There are hundred's of thousands of murder's
each day."
    The man nodded and let a large frown fall across his face. "One
murder! It was caused by a shadow scourge! I tell you it was the
Necrotome."
    "Yes, maybe. But any reasonably powerful and trained Necromancer
could summon a shadow scourge. I could create one now."
     He nodded slowly in acknowledgment. "I know, I know. It's just that
I got a feeling that Myila is behind it all. And that everything that we
have fought for will soon be in vain."
    "Even if it is Myila, then we can't do anything about it. We haven't
survived this long by being hasty. We have to wait, and watch from the
shadows, until the moment is right. Like we always have."
    So they both agreed on it. To watch and wait. But they wouldn't have
to wait long....
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