They're My SoulMate?!

Chapter. 2

I was downstairs eating, so was Emilia, she was eating slower than I was; processing the dream. "That-this, hasn't happened in a long time, Crystal." Swallowing the bit of food I had, I answered, "I wouldn't know, Emilia. This is a lot to take in...I WANT to see them again, Emilia." Emilia looks at me, "You said that the radio station seemed to pull you in, right?" I slowly nod. "Go back, and see if the pull you claim to have felt got stronger, now that you somewhat saw your soulmate." I narrow my eyes, "Why?" Emilia threw a knife at my hands, it would've impaled my hand if I hadn't moved it. Baring my sharp teeth at her, I growl threateningly at her, ears perked up. Sensing fear emitting from her, I stop growling feeling satisfied. "I just have a feeling you should revisit the station." Shrugging I stand up with my dishes, wash, then put them in the cabinet. "Alright. I'll go revisit the station." I say as I bid Emilia goodbye.

Walking down the streets of Hell, demons cleared the path, allowing her to pass without a fuss. Those who were foolish enough to approach and hit on her, were brutally murdered by her shadows. Arriving at the station, the pull was stronger. Not thinking twice Crystal ran into the building, heading straight to the Airing Room. "It hasn't changed much since the last time I've been here." Waving her hand, in the air, the Airing Room was in decent condition. Sitting down on the spinny chair she summoned herself, she faced the machines. "I wonder..." Playing with the board she was on air. "Let's get this show on the road~!"

In another place, a brunet with beautiful emerald green eyes wakes up. Stretching his arms, he hears them pop. "Ah, there we go!" His usual smile on his face, looking at his nightstand he grabs his glasses and puts them on. "I do hope I see them once again tonight." Getting up from bed, he makes it, taking a clean pair of undergarments, undershirt, dress pants, and a suit he heads into the bathroom. Setting the shower water to warm, he steps in and washes himself, letting his thoughts run wild. "Who was that? How'd they get in? Why did I feel warm when I saw them? Why did I feel safe?" Dismissing his thoughts he finishes showering. After getting ready for his day he heads for the radio station, where he works.

Looking around he sees dirty children, desperately trying to sell what they could. "Sooo, many orphans." The male thought amusingly to himself, his smile widening ever so slightly. Arriving to the studio, he opens the doors and walks in. "Good morning gentleman!" The male energetically greets his coworkers. Some groan out a welcoming, one of them being a person the brunet personally loves to annoy. "Morning Alastor." "Morning to you too, Husker!" Alastor, the brunet, responded while heading to the Airing Room. "Alastor! Your about to go on air!" A coworker yells. "Yes yes, I am quite aware!" Sitting in his chair, Alastor adjusts his mic, the papers, then gives a thumbs up to the coworker behind the glass. The coworker nodded, counted down, and now Alastor was on air.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen! It's your host, Alastor! I do hope you are tuning in~!" Alastor give the morning news, the update on the stock market crash, the murders that have been going around, though when talking about it, he sounded ecstatic, far to happy. "My oh my! I do hope they catch that murderer! That is all there is to report! This is Alastor tuning out, folks~! Stay tuned~!" Alastor chuckled, soft jazz began to play. The broadcast ended, Alastor relaxed on his chair. "As if they'll catch me. I can't, I WON'T be caught." Chuckling to himself, Alastor stood up. The door to the Airing Room opened and closed, "Alastor." Said man turned around, "Ah, Husker my good friend, what can I do for you?" "Stop being so damn excited when you talk about the murders, that'll cause suspicion." Laughing Alastor responded, "I can not help it! I take great pride in what I do!" "Yeah? Well the police well take great pride in turning you in." "Don't be a sap, Husker! I've gone this long with out being caught!" Shaking his head, Husker opens his bottle of booze, "I'm just saying, on another note. You'll be locking up." Alastor looked at Husker in slight disbelief, "The whole studio? If so, that'll take a while."