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Case 1 Terror in the girl's locker room.

Ah fuck!

The hand is fucking hot. I am currently falling through every level of hell. Yes, I am still alive and Yes, I am probably going to die. Eaten, beaten, tortured, ripped to shreds, or boiled in the judgement infused magma.

But my fall has slowed down. And now I am currently being pulled down, nothing clinging to the sides of this hole dares strike out against the giant red hand that now has me in a grip tight enough to tell me that I make one damned move wrong, and I will personally get to feel how a grape feels being crushed to make wine.

How did I find myself in this predicament?

Let's rewind time a bit, at least two decades......

----------

This morning was sucking so much ass. My car wouldn't start. Of all the fucking days to show its ass, today, my birthday, was the perfect day to do it. I had finals, and then I would forever be free from the shackles of an enforced mandatory education. I took out my frustrations on the damned car, my parent were MIA, and have been for a week now. They took my little siblings and vanished to parts unknown. They did leave me money, snacks and a present for my birthday on the table.

I climbed the stairs and returned to my room. The walls plastered with models in the skimpy bikini's, so tiny it would make my boy stir every time I see them. I knocked the pile of books off my catch all desk, and grabbed my trusty keys to my most trusty back up vehicle. The Frankensteined 300 cc dirt bike never failed me.

I politely walked past the translucent men standing around the bike. I had to hide any of my polite acknowledgement of them as I sat on the worn out seat. I could see a couple of the older men, covered in spectral grease in classic ghostly coveralls beat the shit out of a puberty demon who had leapt off my car to attempt to sabotage the bike.

Puberty demons are born from the moment a child moves into the age of accountability when a child steps closer to adulthood. The first taste of sin, hidden in the dark. But normally they are harmless, weakening and ultimately dying off as the child grows older. But, if they perhaps discover the simple way of sticking around, by feasting on the negative emotions attached to puberty. The shame, awkwardness, and even feelings of isolation are like a buffet for them. Once they grow strong enough, then they start to affect the physical world.

I refuse to give it power. Sure I am mad at the car. I did kick it. But the feelings that are welling inside me are born of the rage of having to nurse a rusting heap of crap, foisted on me by an apathetic cousin. I checked the gas, pushed it to the fence, past the gang beating of my personal puberty demon. I opened the trunk to grab the two helmets stored inside.

I had to pick up my girlfriend.

She promised me a show from her bedroom window as one of my presents.

I putted my way to her neighborhood, and cut the engine to coast to her driveway, as her dad nodded at me, paper under his arm, on his way to work.

"Happy birthday, Clyde."

"Thank you, sir."

A titty dragon was constricting itself around Mary's father.

Yeah, he hung out at strip clubs after work or watching private online stripping cam rooms online. But the golden glow from his finger said that he has not crossed the line into adultery. But his wife, followed by her young daughters had some serious things hanging off of her. I wont go into much detail, but even I couldn't help her. She walked by me, handing me a wrapped box.

"Clyde, she will be down soon."

"Thank you ma'am."

She left after a last minute check of her girls before they enter her sedan. I stayed by my bike, to give off the appearance of teenage disinterested aloofness, but what I was really doing was turning the handle bars so the rear view mirrors would reflect into Mary's window as the signal. After a good check, I pushed my bike up her driveway, and moved to the back yard.

Her backyard was immaculate, as wisps and fairies danced in the morning dew. Spirits of animals that lived here long before man moved in gracefully danced on the breeze as the sun continued its slow moving path up. We had an hour to kill before we had to be on campus for the five minute bell. I found that the covered swing bench had been moved slightly, but enough to give me the optimum view of her bedroom window.


I did not have much to fear, as her backyard over looked a deep valley, and there was no one down there, except the loggers and surveyors. So whatever she was going to do, well, it was for me and me alone. I started to get comfortable, when I seen a plate on the little table beside the seat with a glass of cold milk, and a glass of juice. On the plate were still very warm pop tarts, and an orange, peeled and pulled apart so the slices were arranged nicely. A bow and card left there entertained me long enough for the show to begin....

(This is for Halloween. I will post cases here to tantalize you readers until the 31st, which will be a delightfully sexy and spooky night....)
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The show began as her curtains opened.

She was dressed in her usual sleepwear, An oversized sleep shirt. Not really sexy, but I could not lie and say it did not arouse me. She locked eyes with me, and licked her lips. She slipped her panties off, and then rose with an arch of her back. I knew she never wore a bra to sleep in, I think most women dont. I could be wrong, but its not like I sleep with many women to be able to get a definite sampling towards proof. But now I knew there was nothing under her shirt. This was getting wild, as I noticed my half dead puberty demon limping weakly towards me. Out of the bushes, more friendly faces decided to finish the job the garage guys couldn't. The Fiocolli brothers were long dead spirits. They were made men, but very honorable. They protected special moments for boys turning to men.

The five men dressed far too nice for this area of suburbia, held bats and other tools of their trade as they dragged my poor puberty demon into the bushes. I also will report that this is how like 65% of all puberty demons die. Their gold chains sparkling in the sun, as they nod to me, and stalk off with their pray, with shouts and ribbing. I dared not take my eyes off the window, despite she changing the mode of the dance from a virgin erotic strip tease, to a virginal erotic dressing tease. I will still not lie, watching her slip a thong on, then her stockings, and putting a bra on her very, very, and I mean life affirming very nice tits. She then slipped her skirt on and gave it a twirl. Then she put her blouse on, and then her vest. The show was over. She fixed her hair and make up and soon we were out front heading off to school, under the many unseen watchful eyes who protected the neighborhood from unsavory things.

She clung to me hard, as we pulled into senior parking.

I have to mention this.

This school is fucking over haunted. The school is over one hundred years old, and as a private school, it is wall to wall spirits. Mostly from the many, many accidents over the years, when there was no one to stop evil spirits from causing problems to the students. Now, apparently, there are things in place.

"Hey dipshit!"

I look around the crowded hall, and no one was addressing me.

"Hey dillweed!"

I ignored the feminine voice.

"I..AM...TALKING...TO....YOU!"

The voice yells as a book flies off the free book cart outside of the library, right at my head. I duck. It hits the wall where my head used to be. Mary just shrugged as her girlfriends greeted her. She left with them, after giving me a kiss.

The crowds in the hall was thinning out, heading to eat in the cafeteria or get some last minute studying done.

Once I knew I was absolutely alone, I walked up to the 80's teen movie reject who threw the book at me.

"I cant talk to you. There are rules."

"You have to. Something major is going to go down."

"What do you mean?"

"The Bitch Witch has awoken. And she is not in a good mood."

"The fuck?"

"You will know when you see her."

The female student ghost phased through the wall. A wail pierced the air. I could hear it, but since no one was running to investigate, so I guess it was something.

I got a wild hair up my butt and called my mom's cellphone. It rang three times, and then she answered. I could barely hear her, as there was loud chanting around her.

"Yes, baby, mommy is at work."

"What is a Bitch witch?"

There was a heavy pause.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Something that should not exist said it was waking up."

"Get out of there now. Grab Mary and just skip. Go home, lock the door and light that blue candle on the mantle."

"Why?"

"Just do it, gotta go...."

A loud roar and the sounds of men fighting and getting hurt grew even louder as the phone hung up.

Mom and dad were never wrong. This was the last day of finals, and I only had one. Mary had only one too, but there was the mandatory girls sports teams locker room clean up for the summer.

The bell rang, and I sat down for my exam.

That was a painful hour. I passed, barely.

I met up with Mary who finished hers, heading to change out into P.E. clothes to go help clean the locker room.

I tried my best to get her to ditch, but as a Senior, this was her last chance to hang with the underclassmen who played on her team. She was a championship level volleyball player, with the taught and trim body to prove it. But I was getting a sinking bad feeling that was growing worse by the second.

She entered, and I sat on the steps, hoping nothing bad would happen.

It did.

There were screams and roars coming from inside, and a freshman girl burst through the doors behind me, and was pulled back in. The doors slammed shut. But oddly, six women in gothic lolita dresses were drawing something akin to a magic circle in the courtyard in front of me.

"You can see them, right?"

The Headmistress said as she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Well you are their son, after all."

"What does that mean?"

"Just watch. Go get Mary when the doors open."

The headmistress spoke as the area fell silent. The doors burst open and a spirit slowly becoming real steps out, into the form of a naked woman, with long black hair, and chocolate colored nipples. She had all the right curves, but the aura of evil was really oppressive to me. Like she was darkness made real. She brushed passed us, laughing about how much of a delicious meal she had, as she stepped into the courtyard.

But.

As she stepped into the circle, she became frozen in place. I could see golden chains lash her to the ground. She resisted, but this was no human hedge magic from a book, this was pure HOLY something that the church has dominion over.

The System.

The Big Guy, God, or whatever you call him had set up such and intricate system to keep things running without his intervention.

The Bitch Witch triggered one.

The dead shall not hinder the living.

Before she could break the chains, golden spears began to pierce her. The circle started turning, as the energy she had stolen was being returned, but the ground opened up, and soon she was shunted to Hell, where she belonged.

Of course no one else could see this. I could, but then again, I was never given the choice if I wanted to see it. I ran in and found Mary, her clothes torn in spots, and I grabbed her up, and laid her on the bench by her locker. She came around and I was happy. All for a second. Girls screamed at my presence and I was chased out on the threat of death.

Once she was good, we left the school. On my bike was a present. H.M. was the name on the tag. We rode around town, trying to relax, though all that Mary remembers is feeling a chilly breeze and passing out. The other girls were taken to the infirmary, but Mary was fine. She was wearing the gift I got her. A small silver pendant with a heart on it. I could see the effects it gives, and I did believe that if she was not wearing it, she would have been worse off.

The midday air was warm, almost hot, as we decided to grab our swim suits and head to the cove.

The Cove.

A nice hidden spot, away from the main beach, and since only locals knew where it was, it was free from all the day trippers who would undoubtedly ruin it. No one was loitering, except for a few old men with fishing rods, reeling in spectral fish. The Council, they were named, was old men who died in town, and were too tired to make the trip to the great beyond. But local legend says that if you ask them something, they will give a true and honest answer.

Mary was setting up the towel, and I could see the long dead bastards watching her move around. I chuckled, because I of course knew If I had been dead for awhile I too would stop to watch pretty young things frolic too.

Except.....

Each of their ring fingers glowed.

Yeah, there is no parting because of death. Once those rings are on, you are bound to each other, unless you divorce. But this was a daily scene that would elicit a chuckle from those spiritually aware. So I had little time to ask the question that was bugging me.

"So why did something that strong awaken, and will Mary be okay."

The men whispered among themselves.

"She's marked like you now. Protect her, but also remember, you have your own pot of fish to deal with."

The men answered as they began to pack their things to run.

An oppressive cold wind bore down on us.

The Grandmothers.

No one called them grannies, even if you could or couldn't see them.

They were as close to angels as a human could get. They chose to stay behind to help the children and town.

A lost kid? They would be found at the library, sitting outside with a book and candy in their pocket. Always with the report of a kind old woman. A monster scaring a little kid at night? The grandmothers go kill bill on it. They were truly and genuinely good.

Well that is, until it comes to their layabout husbands, who are supposed to be helping with things.

Ever see five ghost men get dragged off by their ears? You would now, if you could.

I think Mary could barely see it, but chose to be silent.

We splashed around, fooled around, and generally spent our time getting some love and sun.

After awhile, we showered off together at the public shower, as people started showing up. We left to take her home, as her mother would be the first home from work. I did not want to risk any confrontation with her. Something about her just did not sit right with me.

I pulled into my garage, after kissing her goodbye at her door, I was down the road when her mom would return.

In the garage were the Brothers, the garage guys, Grandmothers, and some of the otherworldly beings who kept an eye on me.

I grabbed the present from the Headmistress, and set it beside the one from my parents, only to find a lady and man sitting at the kitchen table, with a cake for me. And sitting across from them was the Headmistress, with a dark purple orb in front of her.

Something tells me I do not want to hear whatever is about to be said...

End: Case 1

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Case #2 Dorm of the Dead.


I was right in the worst way possible.

My parents and siblings would not be returning home.

They died.

All four of them were killed on a particularly harsh mission.

The night of my birthday, I learned the universal truths of this world.

My parents were Gatekeepers.

Strong members of an underground world spanning organization made up of people who were born with gifts leaning into the supernatural. Their mission was to protect the normal from the abnormal. And also find places for the less dangerous beings that find themselves trapped on the mortal coil.

I opened the gifts in shock, as the Grandma's had their comforting ghost hands on me. The gift my parents left me, was a lump of a silver like metal, and a card.

"Provisional Gatekeeper license."

The headmistresses gift was a stack of forms and keys.

"Those papers will enroll you and Mary into the Gatekeeper academy."

The party wound down, leaving me alone in my living room trying to sort this all out.

On the coffee table sat a gun. A modern pistol design with red inlaid into the silver. A Sumerian symbol for vengeance was on the grip. The lump manifested into a form that my powers would best be used by. Not my burning hatred for whatever killed my parents.

I filled out the papers, and returned to sitting in silence.

Four beings entered the living room. The spirits of my parents and siblings sat across from me.

"Clyde, it is----"

"Stop it. There is nothing you can say or do that will bring you back."

My dad remained silent as my mom got up and hugged me. My sisters joined her, and soon my dad joined, pausing when he seen the gun.

"Son, don't make this decision in haste."

His tool was an oversized butterfly knife, and my mother's was a wicked needle. My little sisters, twins, and just made seventeen shared one half of a pair of scissors.

I broke down and cried.

I spent the few remaining hours of that night with them, before they had to return to their posts at the border of all realities.

The next morning I used the keys on my old car. The car started to convulse, and it became as it was when it left the factory line. But the Headmistress said there would be time to learn all of the features later. My car had never ran this well before.

I pulled into Mary's empty driveway. Her front door was ajar. I slowly drew my gun. To normal people it looked like i was holding nothing and aiming nothing.

On the floor of the living room was the bodies of her parents and little sisters. In the corner, surrounded by a heavy blue shield was Mary. The monster was attacking it with all its might.

I charged the monster, and pushed it away from Mary. I tried to fire the gun, but all it did was glow. Just as I was about to give up and get attacked, the gun shook, and a sickly red beam of light shot forth. A clean hole was punched through the monster, and the rest of the house. Heavily wounded, but not dead, the monster tried to escape.

Just like before.

The gothic lolita maids showed up again, and as the monster tried to run, a silver meat cleaver flew through the air and caught it in the middle of the monsters back. The maid the monster was running towards in a blind panic, swung her silver umbrella, and another chunk of the monster vanished. It soon became a deadly game of tag. Soon, nothing but the core of the monster remained only to be crushed underfoot by the headmistress.

Me and Mary were ordered to leave. I handed the Headmistress my registration forms for the academy.

"You have a week to prepare."

"Yes, ma'am."

I took Mary to my house after grabbing some clothes for her. She would be crashing with me until we left. The news would report it as a deadly gas leak.

Things are getting very serious...

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Revelations and Retaliations


The week went by with us pledging our eternal love for each other every night. I think something broke inside Mary. Either that, or her family life that no one else seen was truly horrific. I could not bare to tell her that the monster was her mother, perverted by her deep rooted desires. Those desires were so strong, they corrupted everything she touched. Her daughters were the focus of all of the terrible urges and desires.

We returned to her house, which was cleaned up and locked up after the investigators did the job they were assigned to. This was more for Mary's sake than mine.

What we learned, after cleaning out the house of everything that is hers, that her mother and father were horrible people.

Her mom, was a lawyer on the surface, but a human broker behind the scenes. She set people into buying people up with the right people. Age was not an issue, and the money, filthy money was pouring in. Two safes were chock full of cash. The spirit of the now depressed mother, weakened and barely existing after she turned into a near demon told us as a part of her repentance the combinations to the safes and other things. I wrote it all down, as taking notes was one of my best features in school.

Once the house was cleared, and we were completely sure that the house had nothing else in it, we locked it up. We were only 18, barely, and could not legally sell property. But it was decided that once we get to where we are going in life, would sell both houses and build our own.

The night before we were to leave, found us lying on the back of my car, overlooking the bluff's, sharing a couple of pizzas.

The spirits were gentle, mostly as it was a Sunday night, and nothing major was going on, as the sun was leaving the sky a nice shade of red.

She just sighed as we laid on the car, enjoying each other's company.

"Do you think things will turn out fine?"

She came out of nowhere with that question.

"Of course, you are with me."

I replied in my smooth talking way.

We stayed a bit longer, until the patrolling grandma's shooed us home.

-The next Morning-

The town grew smaller behind us, as the school provided moving truck led us away from the quiet nest of a small town, as it grew smaller behind us. The spirits I knew gathered at the exit to see us off. I finally gave in and shouted back to them that I will return. Of course no one else could see them, save Mary, and the crew of the moving truck, who were there to help us move the most important of items we are taking, and also make sure that the stuff my parents left to me was not dangerous.

The trip would take two days by car. But that was not a problem, since the train stops in that town too, so a trip home was not an issue. But we silently fought off the first time spreading of our wings, and leaving of the nest feelings. We were now graduates, the ink on our diplomas not even dry, but still the whole world was in front of us now, and yet we really had no one alive behind us to see us off.

I had to jump through some hoops to get the school to bring my dirtbike, Parking was supposed to be limited to 1 space per student. But since Mary did not have her license yet, she let me use her spot for the dirt bike, and rolling toolbox. The Garage guys taught me the entire week before leaving how to use the tools right, and how to fix the bike and car.

Outside of the City...

There was an almost abandoned university for the mechanical arts. It was a school that leaned towards that weird old school design style of curves and machines that looked cool. But in reality, this was the Gatekeeper University and Training center. Security was tight, as we entered the almost dilapidated campus. Cars were scattered, and the entire campus was giving off the last gasp vibe, that it was always one day away from shuttering up and being demolished.

But it was all a lie.

There was an illusion covered barrier that covered the campus, on the outside it looked run down, but inside it looked modern, clean, and almost too full of life. We were shown to our shared dorm. The dorm we were assigned was co-ed, so our rooms were side by side. Not many others were on our floor, while the other floors were slammed full. It was almost like we were being isolated. Once our stuff was brought in, and our rooms set up to our liking, we were called to Admissions.

Admissions.


In a large open room, in the center sat a square of desks. The room looked like a Halloween shop, and it was full of people and spirits seeking admittance. We were lead to the desk, where the nice lady had our paperwork. She looked it over and gave us numbers. We waited, and then once the room was emptied, we waited even more. It seemed that even the ladies in the square were gone. The lights slowly dimmed. I noticed first, the spirits that belonged in the best of horror movies creep slowly to us. Mary looked up at me, noticing my rising apprehension.

"DON'T MOVE FROM THAT BENCH."

My head throbbed and even Mary reacted to the voice. The spirits and monsters passed us by, unable to touch us, as I finally noticed the barrier around us. Mary gasped as pixie like spirits passed by, let through the crowd by the crowd parting to avoid them. Notorious, they are named the gone spirits. One touch from them, and you vanish from all of reality. Where you go, is a space so bad, and distorted it is theorized that a normal person could only survive for three minutes inside. This was also the home of the newest fad  urban horrors, like Slenderman, Sirenhead, the crooked man, etc. This place was an unused version of Hell, that the big guy scrapped, because it was less terrifying, and more lunacy. It thrived and grew, while living next to and around the real hell.

The lights brightened and people started to return to the office as if nothing happened. We were finally called into the small office. The woman ordered me to place my silver on the padded wooden box thing on her desk. She started typing as the whole thing glowed blue for a moment. It was returned to me, with my provisional license updated to reflect my silver's true name and abilities. But only one ability was known, and its true name was four words long but only one was known. "Justitia"

Mary was told to place her hand on a smooth black stone sphere. She did, but with a little trepidation, as I tried to fill in everything I knew and the headmistress knew the week leading up to this. She did not take the fact that she was now dangerously exposed to things that she was taught all her life that were not supposed to exist. But after coming to terms in her own way, she realized I was not crazy as many people have said. I could see everything since the moment of my birth, but was taught to not acknowledge it. Soon after some measurements and readings were taken, we were handed our cover course list, as this was still a university. They were general courses, for the first semester, then once we get a feel for what we wanted to do in the future, then our classes would be specialized towards the chosen fields.

We both received our books and other materials list, and Mary had gotten her silver... The Mirror named Vanitas. It's first function was to undo any illusions, exposing the truth to the light. There were many mirror type silvers out there, but none bore the name Vanity. Nor did they posses the same power set as her mirror. This was shaping up to be something else entirely.

Outside, two groups of new students were forming, Attack and Support. We were split up, as I was Attack, since my silver was the gun Justitia, and hers was the support mirror Vanitas. I waved goodbye to her as we were ushered onto a shuttle bus, to be taken to the furthest part of campus.

"Welcome and congrats on passing the entrance exams or being recommended to enroll. It was a tough road to climb, so relax for a minute. But do not get too comfortable. Just because someone seen some kind of value in you maggots, does not mean you are needed or will even graduate. Three fucking percent of the total yearly entry freshman make it to their sophmore year. Two percent make it to their third year, and finally only one percent will actually graduate. Now do you all want to live forever, or run back home to mommy to latch onto her tits again, or will you all die a thousand times to graduate? Here is the crucible to see where you stand, and even if you are worthy of remaining here."

The overly cute senior tour guide shattered any illusions of her true nature, or even our hopes that we will all walk the stage together at the end. The land twisted around us as we stopped in front of a cemetery gate.

"Through that gate is the only path back to the campus. It will let you out if you make it, in front of your dorms. This test will tell us how we can train you, and help you better yourselves. Also, before leaving the bus, I need everyone's next of kin forms, and last wills. If you manage to die in the gates, it is not exactly permanent, but you will have to wait a full day for your body and spirit to be removed. The school is not responsible if you manage to die in a way that cannot be reversed. Also, it is an automatic expulsion if you hinder another students exam. Helping is fine, but deliberately causing someone to fail, or die is forbidden."

The girl explained as she donned her silver to open the gate. Her silver were bladed gloves, almost like a certain movie monster that inhabits dreams. As the gate opened, all hell broke loose as monsters, demons, and spirits wanted their piece of us, and our tour guide fought them back to their side of the gate, and even dispersed them on the other side.

Meanwhile across the road, the support classes exam was all rainbows, puppies and tea parties. Support could not fight, even if their silver looked offensive. Their exam was similar, but instead of the overhanging threat of death, it was more like an endurance course. They would be assisting real Gatekeepers who were assigned to different parts of the world, their mission was to get to the exit door, which would deposit them at their dorm. There were rest areas with tea and snacks. When their gate was open, the sweet smell of star jasmine and honeysuckle blew across the road, almost blocking our the foul odors from the Attack gate.

We were told to enter, and the group ran through the gate. I held back. Sure enough there were screams and sounds of battle coming through the gate. I waited, exhaled and then drew my gun.

I walked into the gate to find nearly everyone, including the tour guide wiped out. The path was cleared, and I took the time to speak to my gun, as if it was going to talk back to me. My conversation was interrupted when a girl in a schoolgirl outfit grabbed my leg.

"Please....help..."

Her silver was almost broken. It was a cane. The monster that did her in, was in really bad shape himself. I fired a single shot. The girl fell limp as the monster exploded. My shot traveled through the girl and into the monster. The gun could never harm living beings. It will never fill a person with holes. It was mainly a spiritual weapon. The most it could do to a person was what it did to the girl, knock her out. I picked her up, and her silver vanished. The entry gate was gone, so returning her to the bus was not an option.I watched the scenes of carnage played out. On the road there was a wagon. I started to load those fools who were still at least breathing into the wagon. For some odd reason pulling it did not tire me out. Just about everyone on the bus was in the wagon, save for one guy and girl, a couple, who accidentally attacked each other, and tore each other to shreds. I wasn't going to touch their body parts. Their spirits followed me, lamenting that this was their third failure. It would take another year to get them back on their feet.

"If you both got fucked three times, wouldn't that be the universe telling you to do something else?"

"No, we are to be married once we graduate. We are going to be like ---------"

They had to say it. My parent's last name. My parents were really famous in the Gatekeeping world. There wasn't an esper, clairvoyant, medium, miko, or priest in the world who did not know of my folks.

"They died, though."

"You are lying. They are too strong to die."

"What the fuck do you know, My parents died, my twin sisters too. The fuck do you think this is, some magical special fairy story book hour? This is real. You both are dead as fuck. Just like my parents. Except there is not enough of my family left to even bring one of them back. You both live in a fantasy world where you will eventually become the hero's you see yourself as. Me, I have no home, no family to return to. So grow the fuck up and reevaluate your life choices, because from where I stand, the best you both can do is at least kiss each other goodbye before something decides to end you for good."

I raged at the idiot spirits. I raged hard enough that the road was quiet for a stretch. There was a fork in the road. One road had my student number on it, the other, stood a giant man. He bowed politely to me, picked the wagon up. The tipped his hat to me and pointed to my road. I guess this is where the idiots are taken out of the testing area. I walked my road, as a team of people dressed in hazmat suits ran down the road, probably to collect the remains of the two idiots.

Mary was having fun during her test. The person she was supporting was harvesting the required number of apples from the Tree of Knowledge. The Garden of Eden was normally off limits to humans. But there was a tiny problem. Every generation must eat an apple or two, or what we have learned up to that point will disappear. The big guy only allowed two gatekeepers in, in a generation to harvest the Tree. They took a break, to drink tea with the offerings of the river of milk and honey. There were an offering of finger sandwiches and cookies, and it was a joyous time. Once the apples were harvested, the next place they had to go was Heaven. Well it technically was Heaven, but Boss man moved it, left some patches of it behind, where it became a distribution point for the entire world. Mythical fruits that humans required were placed, divided and secretly added to the foods they ate, to prolong the effects. They were finished when the door with her student number appeared. She walked through it, and was suddenly hit with some more knowledge of Vanity. The second form was now ready to use when needed. Now she was on the road to home, that was filled with puzzles and traps to challenge what she knew.

Back to Clyde.

The road I took was bullshit. It was wall to wall fighting with no breaks to rest. I  learned quickly to run and conserve my energy as that is one of the places my ammo came from. The gun would not tell me the other places. Soon I had my back to a building that looked like a hostel or dorm. I quietly tried the front door, which made a lot of noise when opened, causing me to retreat when the monsters would rush to the sounds. I made my way to the rear of the building, which was less occupied, and found the kitchen window easy to enter. I climbed in to find a scene of true horror. A girl, her student number visible, and her silver shattered on the floor, it was a scimitar, broken and useless. She had an apple in her mouth, and was almost ready for the oven. She was still alive, but resigned to her fate. Her clothes were torn to uselessness, and piled on the floor. I grabbed her up, and her silver vanished. Sounds of heavy footsteps were coming through the hall leading to the kitchen. The only hiding spot was the dumbwaiter. Honestly, the cramped space was much cleaner than the kitchen. The door slid closed silently as the doors to the kitchen were kicked open by a grotesquely obese monster in a chefs uniform. Following it was its assistants, who set about returning to work from their break. Their main course for the whole place was gone, which their rage filled screams shook the place, scaring off the monsters from the outside. Not wanting to replace the main course, the mass of monsters that were chasing a human around the building decided elsewhere would be the better place to be.

I held the girl close, as I pulled us up to the attic, where I could look out the window of the small widows perch. Something spotted me, as a roar resounded the area. Thousands of monsters were descending on the building, and the owner with its own defense force had a fight on their hands, as they tried in vain to stop the hordes crashing down on the building. But from the other window I could see the exit to campus, and the Huge man with the cart using the ensuing chaos to escape. He was not far enough away, and I called out to him, and he turned around. The girl could not walk, and I had to carry her through the window. The man lifted the cart up, and I put her in it. He held it there to say I could get a ride away too, but I knew it was an automatic fail if I did. I nodded thanks and he took off as the chaos below, as the horde tore their way through the first floor and basement.

They were ravenous.

I stood no chance.

My gun was being stubborn.

The red sky cracked with lightning.

I stood on the roof, and watched the sea of horror below.

Things thrown from below flew past me, as I found my route to the gate.

I fired.

The larger cyclopean monster fell on the monsters, I had helped his fall, after leaping on him and riding him down.

Bam.

Another stepping stone.

Soon monsters were figuring out my trick, and could not trust each other.

Was the real one still on the roof, or using giant monsters as a bridge over troubled waters?

The building shook, as the hordes were rampaging up to the attic.

But I wasn't there nor among them.

I was aimlessly shuffling towards the gate.

The two shots I fired were illusion shots. One was of me standing on the roof, and the other was of me riding monsters that were not even there.

While in the confusion, I made myself up with stuff left in the lost and found box. I was a horned zombie.

I walked right to the gate, when my disguise failed, and the few monsters left there noticed.

I had to run and gun until I beat the Huge Man to the gate.

I exited first, and then he shoved the wagon out, blocking the path of the monsters, who dared not pick a fight with a being that suffered no injury.

I collapsed on the grass, as the pure sunlight washed off the miasma of the other world. Like dirt in the shower, the evil flowed off of me, returning to the gate.

I was the first of the group to exit. Second was a girl who looked like she was put through the wringer. and last was a guy who was missing his arm. He quit on the spot after he walked through the gate.

Other entrants were coming through, as we were not the only group entering the university today. Fortunately the path was less deadly now that the majority of the monsters gathered at the Dorm of the Dead.

All in all, two hundred and fifty attacker students passed out of four thousand six hundred applicants. Forty percent of those who failed, only failed due to dying. The rest lost nerve or could not manage to figure their silver out. And there were those few who decided to be dicks and team with the monsters, and are now lost and trapped in that world.

Only three supports failed, mainly due to not understanding their positions. That means there are two thousand support students now enrolled.

Mary found me tired. An older gentleman handed me my new schedule, for the next semester, based on what I lacked in the other world.

The comments on the paper from the observers judged me on a metric that I had no concept to begin to understand. I shrugged and kissed Mary, who kissed me back.

A Professor walked up to me.

"Why did you rescue those fools.?"

"Because they would die."

"They should have."

"To you maybe. To me, they are another life."

"We will see if you can keep that opinion."

She walked off, obviously annoyed at my decision to rescue those I could.

After a couple of burgers at the Scramble, we retired to my room, to watch a movie or two, and chill.

Since classes wont start until next week, tomorrow is another campus tour, and then a book shopping trip.

I sighed as the movie ended. I was sweaty, and holding Mary who was still quivering, thanking the big man above that no one has moved to our floor, or they would have heard our passionate lovemaking. But I was far too tired to care. Sleep did not have to run to catch me, and I drifted off to sleep to Mary's soft breaths.

End Case 2

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Fixed, removed the NC tag. That was not the direction the story was going to head.

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Case 3 The Trials and Tribulations of Tanning..


This falling is starting to bore me to tears. I did not think Hell was nearly infinite, but now we are passing a sprawling city, kind of fitting for the denizens of Hell.

Oh so where were we?



The haunted Salon.


Its been half a year since we enrolled, and we started to click into our routines, without missing time to spend alone together. Our relationship was strong, and there was hints of going further at the end of the year. I was fine with progressing, cant keep getting the milk for free, as they say. But my classes were becoming more and more brutal. Two other students had died, and that was just the basics class.

Those with talent and aptitude were sent into advanced training and courses to help them along, as the Gatekeepers had a high job turnover rate, mostly due to one wrong step or mistake, and you could be a corpse before anyone can help you. So to prevent that, they completely destroyed you, and rebuilt you to survive and deal with the supernatural bullshit that luckily only normal people make shitty youtube videos about. Haunted schools and hospitals. If there really was anything more terrifying in those places than a confused spirit, there would be no one left to tell the tale.

Today I was standing on a street with a team of five. The school's vast resources and secrets sent us to an empty street in Tokyo in seconds. The mission was to subdue and bring in the three spirits who even the Miko's cannot cleanse or subdue.

My group consisted of two Attackers, One Specialist, and two Supports.

Specialists are basically tool makers and users. Instead of having Silvers of their own, they learn to develop tools and devices to augment their spiritual powers.

The three spirits were particularly nasty, having all died at the same time as they were having their hair dried, when a freak lightning strike hit the building and due to poor wiring, fried the three in their seats. They clung to the place to have their hair cuts finished. But the rage at the fact that no one can touch them directly among the normal populace has caused them to grow violent.

Fortunately, the reports from the Miko's state that they are still in their prime spiritual form, having not twisted and mutated with their rage and hatred.

The instructor, who was smoking a cigarette in the car gave us the plan of attack that was in the lesson. Two attackers enter, draw their attention, Specialist sets up barriers to prevent escape, and the support seals their spiritual energies, and healing us as we fight them to submission. Failure is killing one or all of them, damaging the shop, or anyone who isn't us seeing what they are doing. While not deadly strong, they are quick and cunning.

But something was very off.

It felt like the movement of spiritual energies was shifting negatively.

I drew Vengeance, and the other attacker drew what looked like a toy sword.

We did not stand a chance.

As we reached for the door handle, all hell broke loose......

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