Twenty-Three

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"What? What do you mean he's dead?" I ask.

The man lets out a sigh.

"When were you born?" He asks the Hellhound.

"Fifteen years ago." He answers.

"How is this possible?" I ask looking at the man.

"The only way you can get possessed by a Hellhound is if you die." He answers.

The man turns to the Hellhound.

"Tell us how Kenshin died." He says to the Hellhound.

"Fifteen years ago, he was in the presence of a bomb. He was exposed to fire and radiation. I figured since the hunt was going on I would possess him for safety." The Hellhound says.

My heart was racing. My mind was spinning. This doesn't make any sense.

"Why did you do this to him?!" I yell.

"Time was of the essence. There were only a couple of us left. I needed refuge." The Hellhound answers.

Tears started to slip down my face. I'm so angry at this Hellhound. I grip my fists.

"What do you want with him?!" I yell.

"Salvation." The Hellhound mutters.

He then starts muttering. Muttering words I don't recognize. Then a creature with the head of a dear skeleton appears out of the shadows. It's fingers impaled one man. Megumi and me both scream.

"Reapers!" The man yelled.

He jumps back. Another one comes up from behind the other one. It cuts the wires. Fire erupts from Kenshin. He lets out a roar. The box shatters in the fire. I get thrown back.

I see Kenshin leaving with the reapers before everything goes black.

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