The next chapter of SHDYCF2! Here in this chapter we introduce an official FBI Agent!!!! Will he take the girls back to some secret government lab, or will he play the nice guy and do all in his power to help them?! We shall see!<br /><br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651534254" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-8-The-Nightmare-651534254" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 8: The Nightmare</strong>CHAPTER EIGHT<br />The Nightmare<br />Smack! Scrape! The noise woke Taryn from deep comforting sleep to wide wakefulness in seconds. She blinked in the dark, disoriented for a moment. A whimper snapped her gaze to the mattress next to her and the writhing black mass on it.<br />&quot;...No!...I won't...Nightshade.&quot; Sylvie's hoarse whisper barely sounded in the dark, even to Taryn's sharp hearing. So quiet, she could barely make out her last word: &quot;suffering&quot;.<br />Lurching to her feet she let the blanket fall from limp hands. Slipping silently to Sylvie's side, she dropped to her knees and tenderly took her head in her arms. For a moment, she lay in Nightshade's comfortable trailer, cradling her friend when she had nightmares in Nightshade's Circus and they both held each other until they fell asleep.<br />Whether it was the comfort of memory or the comfort of feeling someone close by, Sylvie's breathing steadied and her twitching subsided.<br />Her own tension ebbing, Taryn felt her thoughts slowed</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651533010" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-6-A-Wolf-in-a-Suit-651533010" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 6: A Wolf in a Suit</strong>CHAPTER SIX<br />A Wolf in a Suit<br />For the next week Sylvie was in and out of the shooting range. She continued to astonish and amaze with her ability to hit any target she wanted, regardless of whether or not she could see it. Some dubbed her the new &quot;Annie Oakley&quot;, and her times at the range were often crowded as people came to see her shoot her rifle. Albert had capitalized on the situation, promising her free ammunition if she came between the hours of two and three in the afternoon. All the while he charged people for the privilege of seeing her shoot, and extra for talking with her. He had even convinced her to do a few lessons for a fee. Sylvie was a little uncomfortable with the notion, but agreed to give it a try. Today would be her first lesson and she was terrified.<br />She walked up to the admissions booth for the range and smiled at the girl with braces who waved her past with no comment. There was already a huge line that stretched clear to the parking lot. Sylvie had bee</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>