Jane listened to the silver-haired person, letting out an annoyed grunt. "Okay, Silver. Think for a second, if he's going after<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>kid-" She pointed at Alan, looking Silver in the eyes. "-And not you or me, why should<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>be in a hurry? If he reminded you of any of my old targets, let<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>remind you of something." She said, giving him a smug smile. "All of my old targets are<span style="font-style: italic">dead.</span>" She was sure some random teenager wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>to be worried about. But she gave it a thought, and looked at Alex and Alan. The younger one seemed to be kind of a pain, but the older one DID give her some incredibly vital advice. Her decision was made when Silver pointed out they were headed in the direction he came from. "Let's go, Silver. The older guy helped me out, so if<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>need some help while we're around, we're giving them help." And with that, she started to follow them.<br/><br/>"Uhh....okay." Alan nodded, moving behind Alex. Somebody was after him? Why had people suddenly taken an interest in him? He wished they didn't do that! He sighed, lowering his head, trying to think. A fifteen year old with black hair? Alan had no idea who that could be, there wasn't enough to go off of.<span style="font-style: italic">"Does it have to do with that...Girien, was that his name? Is it somebody connected to him?"</span>He wondered, looking up when he heard a familiar voice. It appeared that Garret and Andrew had caught up with them. He flinched when Garret asked if they had pissed anybody off, but before he or Alex could answer, Jane spoke up and did it for them.<br/><br/>"Is pissing people off something the kid's good at? Seems like he's got a natural talent for it." She said, her gun still in her hand. "Yeah, he did, but we kissed and made up. Who<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>are isn't important. Did you see a kid with black hair come this way?" She asked, taking charge. If there WAS somebody crazy here, and he attacked, she was going to put him down as soon as humanly possible. She wasn't in the mood for ANYBODY'S bullshit at the moment. She was going to help them get out of town, then head off and hunt down every single person called Cirino she could find.<span style="font-style: italic">"After that, I'll....I'll....hmm. Guess I'll have to think about it."</span>She wasn't going to be the sort who just gave up after she got what she wanted, after all.<br/><br/>"Black hair? Why, could it be me you're talking off?"<br/><br/>The odd man stepped forward, having been behind Garret. He still had his large smile, and it somehow only got bigger when he saw Alan. "Ah! Alan! My dear friend!" He cheered, pushing back Garret and moving over to Alan. He looked the scene over, and took check of where everybody was. Garret and Alex were in front, Jane and Silver where in the back, and Alan was right in the middle. That was fine<br/><br/>"T-TRACE!?" Alan shouted, stepping back, his body shaking, a look of absolute shock overcoming his face. For the first time in a good long while, an emotion besides worry or fear filled his body. "What are YOU doing here, you PIECE OF-" Before he could finish, Trace was suddenly upon him, arms reaching out to grab Alan...and pull him into a hug, one arm wrapped around the boy's back and the other being placed on his chest. Alan didn't push him back or even struggle, simply too taken by surprise.<br/><br/>"Oh, Alan, my dear friend! I am here to fix a mistake, you see!" He said, his smile as huge as ever. Suddenly, however, the smile changed. It grew smaller, but the emotions from it grew even more. Alan's eyes suddenly went wide, as his mouth begun to hang open as Trace continued.<br/><br/>"You."<br/><br/>He stepped back, suddenly holding a sword that completely colored pitch black, with no apparent distinction between handle and blade. However, only half of the blade could be seen, and only then by Jane and Silver. The half jutting out of Alan's back. Trace stepped back, pulling the blade out with a single, smooth motion, cutting into the ground as Alan fell onto his back. He looked around, at everybody else present, already knowing their reactions, as there were simply only two reaction they could have. The reaction of a person with morals and care for their fellow man, and the reaction of those who didn't deserve the first. "Oops. I'm sure that made one of you upset. Well, in that case...let me finish it quickly, as to not let your pain last long." He raised up his sword,  pointing it downwards, ready to impale somebody he was quite obviously not friends with at this point.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there was a gunshot, smoke coming out of Jane's pistol. "No." Was all she said, holstering her gun as the black haired man was knocked backwards by the force, landing on<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>back. She went towards Alan, growing worried for the boy. "Silver, go get the first ai-" She was suddenly silenced, something flying through the air and cutting her cheek. "What in the hell?" She asked, drawing her gun again, as Trace stood back up, laughing as he did.<br/><br/>The part of his face that Jane had aimed for was covered in a black, stone-like material, just like the one his sword was made out of. Jane's bullet had simply crumpled against it, falling down to the ground as he stood up. The material turned into liquid and slithered away, returning to his sword, revealing he still had his smile on. Once his laughter had stopped, he smiled at Jane. "Awww, that's a shame. Now I have to kill you as well." He said, grabbing the blade of his sword, more of that black material forming onto his arm, covering it in armor with a clawed hand.. "And if the rest of you wish to join these two in crossing over to hell...." He narrowed his eyes, his voice changing, becoming deeper and taking on a mocking tone.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olfjPQfZwaU">"Then I'll gladly be the one to help you do it."</a>