[Sleepy Ranger]

"It would be over soon." These words echoed through everyones heads but it was Sleepy's voice who said it to them not their host's and for that they were glad. JennyHallu was the final traitor, with her death Sleepy would be avenged and they would be able to leave if not, at least they would feel better knowing that they were now amongst friends. They assembled at the fountain, JennyHallu pleading to be spared, Anguirel trying his best to defend her but the survivors shook their heads. No, she would have to go and Anguriel too if he decided he would raise a weapon against them, he didn't, he moved aside.

They looked at the last wolf, she was looking back at them pleadingly. They formed a circle around her and as they did the sky began to turn dark, it went from the dark of night to complete darkness, the world was blacked out, literally. The survivors kept their circle regardless, holding their partner's hand. The end had come. Thunder and lightning came, as did rain. A light drizzle at first but it turned into a howling storm in moments.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Its too early to end!" This wasn't the voice of their host, no. It wasn't the voice of some raving lunatic, it was the strong voice of a leader, the voice of a king. They could here footsteps approach them and as they looked in their circle where JennyHallu was supposed to be, they realized she wasn't. The villagers turned to face the fountain and the path ahead of the fountain had been lighted by candles. Very soon, they could see four figures approaching. One in the lead and three following him. The one in the lead was tall and cloaked, that was all they could make out but they had a very good idea of who the other three were.

The figures stopped at the fountain, the cloaked man looking at them, his face concealed and behind him sure enough, THE Ka, Encaitare and JennyHallu. There was a sword at his side. "We have now arrived at the end of our paths I'm afraid." he said, sighing. "This didn't go quite as planned but thats alright, lets call everyone here first." The man clapped and the blood in the fountain began to swirl before shooting upwards and it fell forming the shapes of their dead friends, all but the three wolves.

Each of the dead looked at them with sick, twisted smiles and chanted, "YOU LET US DIE!" over and over as they began to re-enact their deaths in front of the villagers. None of the survivors noticed the man and the three wolves leave as the deaths had their attention. Before they realized it there was another clap and a bright light flashed before everything setteled down into a grey-ish scene. The villagers slowly turned away from the blood figures and saw that their foes were behind them now. The man spoke again.

"Before we proceed with the closing ceremony I would like JennyHallu to come forward." And she did, she looked at the villagers with an 'it-wasn't-my-fault' look and then turned to face the man. "Nobody likes a traitor, especially not a double." He drew his sword, she jumped back and snarled, her eyes lighting up as she began to transform. "Oh come now! Do you really mean to fight me? What are the odds, lady?" He said moving towards her. "St..STAY BACK!" she roared. He didn't. She sprang at him and he just side-stepped, swinging his sword upwards. JennyHallu seemed to freeze there in mid-air for a moment before her upper body slid off and dropped on the ground along with the lower body. There was blood now, a lot of it.

"I did not want to kill her, I did not want to kill any of you but such is life, death must come to all." The man threw back his hood as the survivors looked on in shock, it was him! It was Sleepy Ranger! He looked at each of them, a bit of dis-appointment in his eyes, either that or sorrow, it was hard to tell. "Yes, it was me. You see, each of you had something I wanted, something I needed but none of you knew of this something and if you did I doubt you'd have done what I wanted you to and if left alive you would have been a hinderance. I am sorry that I must end your lives, I love each one of you. I hope that provides some peace to all of you." He sighed and looked down, the survivors frozen with fear.

Ka and Encaitare moved forward as Sleepy looked on. Ka grabbed Valesse while Encaitare caught hold of Nogrod's head, pulling it off along with his spine which apparently didn't want to let go. Ka, meanwhile, had started to pull of Valesse's fingers. She was removing each part of her body, one at a time. And there was blood, a lot of blood. Their screams were like a slap in the face to the survivors who scattered immediatly. Some of them managed to get hold of a weapon, some just ran.

Thinlomien ran, she ran as fast as she could but Encaitare ran faster. It wasn't long before Thinlomien was caught, she tried to get Encaitare off but no luck. Encaitare bit into Thinlomien's neck and wrenched it off causing her head to fall backwards. Ka, who had just finished off with Valesse, arrived and began to do what she had done to Valesse. Encaitare headed off to where Roa_Aoife had gone.

Roa had managed to get hold of a long sword, it made her feel safer but not by much. She soon realized that Encaitare was stalking her and spun around, raising the sword but her foe was nowhere to be seen. "SHOW YOURSELF!" she screamed. She heard a growl behind her and turned, nothing. She heard a growl from behind her again, nothing. And then Encaitare sprang upon her but Roa kept her wits and the sword went right between Encaitare's eyes. She let out a yelp before sliding off the sword, well dead.

Roa_Aoife gasped softly nearly dropping to her feet when THE Ka reached her. She grabbed hold of Roa from behind, lifted her up and flung her into a nearby building. Roa went through it and hit the ground on the other side, holding her back in pain. In truth, she hurt all over but that was the only place her arm would go to. Ka came closer to Roa and snarled at her, lifting up her hand and pulling off a finger. Roa screamed and another came off. She began to kick around frantically, trying to get rid of Ka but no avail. Another finger went off, and then another. Ka grabbed her thumb and smirked, Roa's free hand was searching around near her and she was lucky, she managed to get hold of a sharp piece of glass and without a though she sent it through Ka's heart. The werewolf looked at her for a moment and then dropped to the ground next to her, returning to human form.

Roa lay there gasping, wrapping her dis-figured arm in a make-shift tourniquet. She began to get to her feet only to be shoved back down by Sleepy Ranger. "Damn you! I'm going to kill you myself and I promise it won't be pleasent." Roa shivered, she believed him. Sleepy knelt down near her and lift up her hand, he smiled at her and tightened the tourniquet till her hand was nearly crushed. He then pulled out a dagger and marked an 'x' on her fore-head. "If you move that rope near you is going to snap and that ceiling is going to come straight down on that 'X'. Goodbye Roa." Sleepy lifted up the dead Ka and left the room through another door. Five minutes passed and Roa still hadn't moved, Sleepy had bluffed but he knew she would believe him, once the panic had set in they would believe anything. Once outside Sleepy cut the rope which actually held the ceiling in place and it all came down on, x, Roa and all.

Sleepy lay Ka down on a grassy spot just outside the town. "Rest well, my love." He said, running a hand down his face. The time for a proper burial would come later, now he had to take care of two more people.

Eonwe and Anguirel had each gone opposite ways but by some twist of fate they bumped into each other. They found their way to the gate but it was locked, they looked back and saw Sleepy coming towards them, they were trapped. "I'm sorry I must do this." he said with a hard voice. Anguirel and Eonwe cowered as he approached, he stood in front of them, sword in hand. Had a bit more time passed Anguirel and Eonwe would have been dead but the gates opened, the two fell on their backs. Sleepy Ranger looked up and before him stood Saucepan Man. "Saucey...! he exclaimed with a bitterness in his voice. "Sleepy...!" he replied in the same voice. They came closer.

"Long have I waited to confront you, my old friend." Said Sleepy. "Yes, it has been too long since our last meeting." replied SPM. "We would have made such great allies but no, you were not willing to give up your love for Order." Said Sleepy bitterly. "My friend, you are a broken soul as am I. We had a choice, we chose wrong." SPM said regretfully. "We did what we had to and now we must again." Said Sleepy stepping back and raising his sword. "Aye, we must." And SPM too raised his.

Anguriel and Eonwe saw the entire exchange and then when it had come down to sword-play the two rose and fled as fast as they could. So you want to know who won? Neither, legend has it they fought on for eternity until they were consumed by their own power. But it is said that on exceptionally dark nights when the rain is hard, two men can be seen fighting on ceaselessly and no matter how far you walk, you can never get near them.