Time For Vol.4 of our Manga

I may have time to start but I don't know about finish

I'm playing games with my dad tonight (including right now)

Thanks! (That's because I didn't tell you until just now)

Ange and Taunie are in a taxi heading back to Hotel Z. They haven't really spoke much and to Ange the silence is heavy. She would even call it suffocating. Taunie doesn't seem bothered by it and Ange doesn't understand how.

It doesn't help that Ange also has a massive migraine. She can also still hear the demonic voice in her head chanting violent words. It takes all she has not to give in to these commands and rampage again. She looks over at herself in the rear view mirror of the cab and can't believe what she sees.

Her hair has regained some of the color it had at the tips, but it's practically all black and still spiked up. The blue flame in her eye has became a bit weaker but still burning strongly. Her teeth have gone back to normal, though, so that's a good sign.

"I'm a monster…" Ange says softly, tears forming in her eyes. Her voice is still distorted, which only makes her feel worse.

"No you're not," Taunie tells her, gently putting a hand on Ange's. "You just had a moment of rage. We all have to give in to our darkness every once in a while."

"But I hurt Lebanne," the heterochrome exclaims. "I-I only went into that fight to help her and then I ended up trying to- to… E-End her!"

Taunie pulls Ange into another hug and the monster immediately clings to her like her life depends on her. "I'm sure Lebanne doesn't mind," the hotel worker tells Ange.

"Yeah, right," Ange replies, rolling her eyes. "Lebanne doesn't mind the fact that I almost ended her entire existence."

"That woman has been through a lot and is crazy because of it," Taunie says. "I think death fears her insanity."

The two girls laugh as the separate. Ange wipes away her eyes and looks back into the mirror, delighted to see that her blue flame is gone. She looks over at the other girl and sees that she has soaked her shirt with tears. "S-Sorry…"

"No biggie," Taunie responds. "My shirt will dry. Feeling any better?"

"A bit," Ange answers with a nod. "I just wish the voice in my head would shut up. It still craves violence…"

"Well I'm sure you can resist it," Taunie tells her with a confident smile. The hotel worker's confidence gives Ange confidence, and the voices, while still there, get a lot quieter.

Soon, the taxi pulls up to Hotel Z. Taunie pays for the ride and the two girls head inside. As they open the door, they hear another car pull up behind them. "Already here, eh," a voice shouts to them.

The girls turn around and see Lebanne and Paxton approaching them. Ange gasps upon seeing Lebanne, who is bruised and covered in open wounds. The girl looks down at herself and sees no signs of her ever being in a fight. This is because of her Zygarde ability of regeneration, which she forgets not everyone has.

"Lebanne will be staying with us for a while," Paxton tells the girls. "Since she doesn't work for Jacinthe she can't stay at the Richissime Hotel."

"No problem," Taunie says happily, holding the door open wider for them all to enter.

"Thanks for gettin' me out of that place," the ex-maid states as they all settle in the lounge.

"Oh! U-Um, you're welcome," Ange replies. "Sorry for giving you a beating…"

Lebanne laughs loudly, seeming amused. "I appreciate the apology, but that was nothin'! I've been in much worse fights than that," she tells Ange. "I had fun during the fight. I haven't felt a rush like that in years!"

"Told you," Taunie mutters to Ange, who chuckles lightly.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to bed," the heterochrome says as she stands up. "Dealing with the Shadow is exhausting!"

"The Shadow," Paxton repeats as a question.

"Yeah," Ange responds. "It is my darkness, so Shadow."

"Makes sense to me," Taunie agrees happily, waving to Ange as she disappears behind the elevator doors.

"Today was fun," Lebanne exclaims as she stretches out across the chairs.

Switching over to Richissime Hotel…

"I'm heading home," Naveen tells Jacinthe as he gives her the dazzling blue gown. "Hope you enjoy the ball. And make sure to tell everyone your designer."

"I will," the rich girl says as she happily takes the dress.

Naveen presses the down button for the elevator and the doors swing open immediately, revealing Corbeau. "WOAH!!!" the designer exclaims, jumping from the scare. "I-I'm sorry! Didn't expect someone to be in there."

"You're fine," the man tells him with a smile that was obviously practiced many times in the past. "Go ahead and leave. I'm here for Jacinthe."

"O-Okay," Naveen responds as he nervously enters the elevator.

"So why are you here," the girl in purple inquires after the elevator doors shut.

"To make you an offer," Corbeau answers. "Don't ask how I got my information, but I heard that Ange was an absolute monster and nearly caused a few deaths."

"Well, that's one way to describe it," Jacinthe replies as she sets her dress down. "Are you just here to make sure I'm okay? I thought you had an offer."

"I'm getting to that," the Rust Syndicate boss tells her, his patience low. "I'm part of a small group called Anti-Ange. We would like to recruit you to help with the downfall of this demon."

"What's in it for me," Jacinthe asks. "I haven't heard any reason to join yet."

"Well, if Ange continues to roam around freely, she could destroy the city," Corbeau explains. When the rich girl doesn't show a sign of care, he sighs. "That means there would be nobody to adore you."

Jacinthe gasps with much dramatics. "That would be awful," the girl exclaims. "We must stop her!"

"I thought you'd say that," the man replies with satisfaction. "I look forward to working with you."

As Corbeau goes to leave, the power goes out, stopping the doors from opening. "What's going on," Jacinthe demands. Black and purple smoke fills the room and a white yet shadowy figure rises from the floor.

That girl is mine, it declares. Its mouth never moves, yet the two can hear it crystal clear. I will be the one to put an end to her. If any of you Anti-Ange-ers get in my way, I will end you as well.

Before either of the two can understand what's happening, the thing unleashes a whole lot more mist, this one white. As the fog fills the room, the two people get light headed and collapse. Not dead, just asleep.

Ange, the being growls, IS MINE!!!