Just an evil plot bunny that wouldn't leave... You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't even own the laptop that I'm using now. So what makes you think I own either Danny Phantom or Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl)?

Jigoku Shounen

This world is called fate.

The binding thread coils itself around a fragile, helpless prejudice.

Hatred...

Sadness...

It ends in tears.

Beyond the midnight veil, any pending revenge will be taken.

(Cue Opening "Sakasama no Chou" )

There she was, walking calmly as she could through the hallways. Her dirty blond hair flapped about her in distress as her doleful chestnut brown eyes tried to focus in front of her.

To everyone else, she was just another girl in the crowd. A girl who was responsible and mature. That peer pressure would never break her. She had a ray of confidence and could be anything she wanted to be if she put effort towards it.

As her English teacher once told a student, "Unlike you—insert name here—Ms. Withers is the model student."

But not anymore.

A rough hand grabbed her other arm and pulled her into the darkened corridor. There, she met face to face with the source of her troubles.

Paulina Sanchez.

The Latina smiled mischievously at the girl's petrified face as her subordinates grinned. "Outside after school at the usual place Yolanda. And remember... One false move and your reputation is wreaked."

The three girls walked away laughing as the dirty blond stared at the floor in front of her. 'Why? Why is this happening to me?' she screamed in her mind. She sighed deeply as she remembered why.

'If it wasn't for her offer to replace the money I lost for charity...But I can't stand it anymore...'

"Hell Correspondence?" Yolanda looked up to the source of the voices. She eavesdropped on the two girls walking pass her.

"Yeah. It's this site that comes up at midnight. You type in a person's name that you want revenge on and they go to Hell!"

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I heard from my cousin that this one boy tried it at Oliver High in Ohio... But they say the one who wanted the revenge dies too."

They had gone from her hearing range before she could get anymore information. "Hell Correspondence?" she breathed. 'Just another rumor most likely...'

The next evening...

Mrs. Withers was cooking that night's dinner when she heard the front door open and shut. A trail of dirty blond strands of hair caught her peripheral vision.

"Yolanda?" she asked. Her daughter turned around to reveal a black eye. "What happened?"

She pushed pass her mother as she ran up her room, ignoring her mother's worried shouts.

That night...

The continuous sound of a mouse click filled the room as a light from a computer monitor glowed in the darkened bedroom.

"Why won't it show up?" she asked herself, clicking the Refresh button over and over in the browser window. She looked over to the clock.

11:59...3...2...1...

Once the second hand reached twelve, a shaky finger clicked on the Refresh button once more. Instead of the annoying 'Server Not Found' page, a black screen with a brief animated flame appeared, following by a box and a 'Submit' button.

"Oh God, it's real," she gasped, pushing herself away from the monitor. She tried to calm down as she focused. She pulled herself back to the keyboard.

Slowly, she typed the name of 'Paulina Sanchez.' The cursor wavered over the 'Submit' button.

'This is what I want, right? But why am I hesitating?' Her hand moved over to her blacken left eye.

"No...This isn't just for me...It's for everyone she's ever tormented and blackmailed... She has to pay..." she whispered determinedly. With that notion in her head, she closed her eyes and clicked the 'Submit' button.

She pushed the chair away from the computer, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "I did it." She got up from her seat to go to bed.

Buzz...Buzz...

Her lime green cellphone was vibrating on the simple wooden desk. She tensed a bit as she took her phone to read the text. She opened it and her eyes widened. She dropped the phone in shock as her breathing quickened.

A crimson red screen glowed, the haunting words on the small screen.

From Hell Correspondence:

Request accepted.

-Hell Boy

Confused? Creeped out? Both? (evil all-knowing smirk)

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