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To this day I have no freaking clue on how the hell he got me to his house from my house with out waking me up. I mean SERIOUSLY he looks like he would break like a freaking twig! Like, you see him and you think "EAT MORE!!!" then you see him like practically chug a bag of skittles and you're like WTF!?!?

Well, back to me being in his basement. I was chained to the wall when I woke up and I was about to freak out, but then I remembered that he couldn't hurt me. Well, not for long.

"What the hell?" I gasp. I looked back and forth and from side to side trying to find out where the hell I was. I spotted the torture equipment and my first thought was "Oh wow. I bet that hurts." But then I saw him. He was, of course, skinny as hell and his black hair looked like he had dunked it in grease, so he looked very unattractive. And goth. Very goth.

He stared at me and said, "You know why you're here?" And I answered no. so then he goes in to this big speech about how people like me poison the world and how we should die and how he needs to paint this wall and all that crap, but truthfully I agreed with some of the things he said we are a screwed up species and most of us should be killed. Like all of this religion shit, like if we are going to hell or get turned into bugs or some other shit THEN LET US. I mean, really! They kill people who don't believe in their religion, isn't that just making us go faster? And not to mention the whole convert of die thing. Like isn't that just screwing them? And aren't they trying to get people to believe in killing people for a stupid reason like 'religion' is not going to help.

And all those freaking racist bastards! I think they should all just be skewered. I mean what does COLOR have to do with ANYTHING?!?!? So I told him.

He stared at me. For a REALLY long time. I think I fell asleep in my chains.

"You're right." He muttered. And then he said to me, "Dang, I almost feel bad about this." And then he swung a huge axe at me. I flinched so hard I thought I broke my own spine.

It cut into me and stayed lodged in my stomach through the wall. I must have been in one HELL of shock because I didn't feel any pain. I stared at it in my body and listened to my legs drop. They hadn't been chained.

I looked up and caught his eye.

"Aren't I exposed to be in, like, major amounts of pain?"

"Yeah." He answered watching me with an eyebrow up is face.

I looked back down then up again and said, "Well, I feel fine but I can't feel my feet. But I suppose that's obvious huh?"

"Yep."

"well, I'm going to try to go to sleep before I start to feel the pain, and can you leave the axe in? I think that's keeping my torso up."

He left it in. I fell asleep and woke up in heaven (I was an atheist so I was really surprised to be here). It's actually really boring. So I asked the big man a favor. If I could be a certain guys guardian angel. He said what the Florida and let me go.

I got my wings. They had a bigillion colors. And I chose the brightest bright green I could find and got a hot pink halo, but no robes. My jeans and white T-shirt will do just fine.

I jumped out of heavens giant hole. It's like our Grand Canyon except white-ish gray.

I fell for like 5 minutes and when I fell threw a roof it was one of the freakiest feelings EVER. And then I crashed to the floor in his basement and he was there.

He spun around with a creepy knife in his hand. He rushed toward me with the knife and it went right through me. He stopped and stared at me.

"Holy shit." He said in shock.

For some God Damned reason I felt self-conscious. I mean WHY?!??!?!?? He was goth. And not my type. Like really.

"Hi! I'm your new guardian angel! Turns out the Christians were right, the bastards." I grumbled I was still pissed at being wrong about that.

"I know you. You were the girl that didn't freak out." He said.

"NOPE." I Yelled in his face. I heard a timer go off so I floated up through the roof/floor and saw the thing that was missing in heaven on the stove.

"SPEGATTE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I Yelled.

"My poor ears." Grumbled a voice behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and smirked. "Deal with it buster I'll be here for a LOOOOONNNGGGG time. Oh by the way I'm Grace, and you." I asked with a smile.

"Nny." He said.

"Well, Nny I bet we'll end up hating each other, but you can't kill me and I have to keep you alive so don't die, cause I'll barely ever help."

I then ate all of his Oh's and slept on his couch. I was going to love it here.

I might go on if people like this but i haven't read the comics but ikind of get the story but tell me if somethings wrong. and stuff. . . is that a coke?

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