I opened the side door and instantly went on the defensive. The reason? My grandma's 120 pound great dane puppy, Zeus, came bounding at me snarling. Most great danes are actually nice, that's why their referred to as gentle giants, but not Zeus, well at least to me he isn't.

"ZEUS!" I yell as I bring around my backpack in a wide arc, wiggling my foot out of my shoe at the same time.

Zeus, being the happy go lucky idiot dog, insulting to dogs yes, but it was true with this one, he thought I was playing with him, so he bit onto my shoulder strap and started to tug. After countless experiences with this little 'game', I knew how to handle the situation. When he tugged on the strap, I tilted forward with the force and picked up my shoe. The damn dog actually understood that the shoe meant that I wasn't playing around, so of course he let go, and that sent me tumbling backwards, out the door.

I grumbled in annoyance and got back up, "Damn dog." I muttered under my breath as I closed the door behind me and took off my other shoe so I wouldn't track any mud into the house. Grandma's house was neat, pristine and immaculate, all thanks to me. My parents are no longer living, so I went to the closest relative that would take me, that was my mother's mother, Bev. Unluckily for me though, my dad's mother hated my mom, and her mother, so she challenged Bev for custody of me when I was six, and unfortunately she won. For some though, the thought of living with their grandparent is enjoyable, if it's the right grandparent, or heck, a grandparent that actually liked you. Though my grandpa, when he was still alive, actually liked me.

I walked into my room and placed my shoes on the mat next to my laundry hamper, and my backpack on my small writing desk. My room is described as cozy, I think of it as suffocating and impersonal. It was 9 feet wide by 9 feet long and 8 feet tall, white like everything else in the house, and was all in perfect order. My bed rested on top of a simple frame that you couldn't see because of the slip that rested between the mattress and the box spring. A four draw dresser stood about three feet high, it didn't hold any clothes except socks and underwear, all seven pairs of each, two of which I wasn't allowed to where unless it was a wedding or formal event. Mostly it held the three pairs of shoes I had, my laptop, and the one hat I owned that grandma didn't know about, and a few other supplies, a broken TV/computer monitor rested on top of it, a gift from grandma. I had a small writing desk next to my dresser that also next to the doorway, I say doorway because it didn't have a door. Grandma made me take it off the week I moved in said that useless little boys weren't allowed privileges like doors.

I had a hamper that was next to my closet where I had most of my clothes and hung my backpack, it did have a door on it, grandma said that a room without a closet door wasn't a room at all, if that makes since to you, please explain it to me. Inside my closet hung my seven shirts, three short sleeves, all of one solid color: black, grey, and dark blue. I had two long sleeve shirts, grey and dark brown, and one formal long sleeve shirt that was a dark maroon. I only had four pairs of blue jeans, and one pair of black slacks. A dark grey tie hung on a nail in the back wall, my backpack is supposed to hang next to it when I was done with homework.

On the far wall was a window that was three feet wide and five feet tall, it was my only source of cool air when it got warm since the air conditioning didn't blow into this room, it was also my only source of light. I couldn't use the overhead fan or light for cooling or lighting, it was broken and grandma said that I couldn't fix it. She wouldn't let me get a desk lamp either, she said that I was supposed to have my homework done by 8, if not then I was out of luck.

I knew I should at least be grateful that I had a room to myself, but hey, what can I say, I'm human. I look at the doorway and find Zeus looking in at me, his big dopey eyes wide open and drooping slightly. he barks and then walks off. Damn dog. I miss Apollo, grandma's last great dane, he was great.

Sighing I walk towards the living room and take a mental list of what exactly I needed to clean today. Thunder roared slightly in the background, I could hear rain drops on the metal awning that covered the back porch area. I smiled, that meant that since it was a Thursday, with a home football game, and it's raining, traffic would be a bitch. That meant that Grandma would be an hour late tops coming home from her weekly hair appointment.

Laughing aloud, I make my way to the broom closet and pull out the vacuum cleaner. Guess I should introduce myself. My name is Joss Franco, I'm nineteen, and am in my senior year of highschool. I'm 5'5 with brown shaggy hair; I wear glasses, and am your picture definition of a nerd loner, minus the bullying and pocket protector though. Okay, I wasn't the exact picture of a nerd, but I was close. No friends, nothing but books, and I am the chemistry teacher's student aid, so yeah, pretty damn close.

Oh wait, its Thursday, that means family dinner with grandma's other son, her favorite, and my two other cousins, La di fucking da. We had another one on Sunday after church, I truly didn't see the point of having two dinners with them, oh wait, they're the preferred company, I'm just the help, or at least, that what I view myself as.

Sighing, I pull my Ipod out of my pocket and put in my headphones. Grandma doesn't know about the Ipod, I won it at school from taking so many tests for books I read. I turn up the volume and play The Offspring's 'Why don't you get a job?', then turn on the vacuum and got to work. So far, all I had to clean was the floors, dust, and do the dishes. I got it all done in about 20 minutes, and everything was spotless.

Smiling to myself, I turn off my Ipod and slide it back into my pocket and head towards my room. Now it was some personal time before I had to go and act for the rest of my family. Truthfully, I'm one of those spineless types of kids, kinda. I just took everything and bore it, thought the grin was extra. Secretly, I was a minor smartass with a major case of sarcasm, though most of it was whispered angrily in my head. I'm really afraid of people, majorly afraid of people, not by touch but by their presence around me, main reason why I keep so quiet most of the time. I preferred being alone, or at least in a quiet environment that people didn't come to much, the library at school per se.

Zeus jumps out of the open bathroom door and tries to gnaw on my arm; I glare at him and punch him in the ear. He whines slightly and backed off, then reared back and growled. "Don't push me dog." I warned him, and then walked around him and into my room. He followed with his head until I got to my dresser, then layed down and stared at me with his head on his front paws, growling softly as I pulled out the middle drawer and retrieve my laptop and placed it on the desk.

The laptop was a 'gift' from Grandma, by way of my cousin Tony, the family druggie. She bought if off him way to help him pay his bail a few years ago, she only gave me it when the school counselor came by and asked why I was computer illiterate, in her own words 'techtarded'. It was a battered old Dell inspiron that was seven years old and barely working. The speakers had shorted out way before it arrived in this house, the headphone jack didn't work unless you propped something underneath the headphone cord as it's plugged in, and even then it only worked half the time in one ear. The power cord wasn't any better, you had to weight it down and prop the computer up at the same time to charge. I was lucky enough to be able to purchase a battery with surprisingly 6 hours of charge, so I only charged it once a week and used it sparingly.

Sighing, I sit down at my desk and start up my laptop, today was a slow day for it. I look up at the ceiling as I listen to the whirring mechanics inside the machine. I wanted to buy a new computer, or at least a slightly better used one, but I needed to save my money for college. I used to have a job at the local coffee place, but grandma found out about it, and about how I was lying to her saying I was going to a study session, it was a good cover since I had six advanced placement classes, but was instead going to work at Tonky tonks' coffee hut. The gig was up when one of her bridge club friends came in and saw me. I did have some money that I could spend thanks to passing the AP test for all my classes last year, 2,250 dollars to be exact, but I had exchanged them for cash and put them in my savings account, which my grandmother doesn't know about thankfully.

I looked back down at my computer and found it ready for me to log in. I clicked on the provided icon, no use personalizing it since grandma complains about it ruining a decent piece of technology, pssh, she has her own that she has personalized and abused. The home screen pulled up and I immediately went to the internet. Google pulled up and I typed in my usual manga site, then opened up another tab and logged into my school's home page, it was a good cover all the times I used it.

If there was one thing that my laptop was good for, it was how well it read manga online, I couldn't buy the actual volumes. One, because grandma would find them and set them ablaze, she did it too 'Catcher and the Rye' the one time I brought it home as a school assignment, it wasn't even mine. Two, because buying Yaoi in a public place would be just too embarrassing.

Yep, I said it, I'm a guy and I like Yaoi, big whoop de doo. And for those without linear thinking, allow me to abbreviate, it means I'm gay. Which is a real laugh since I live with an uptight religious guardian who forces me to go to an evangelical church four times a week; which said church had its specialty on the verbal, and I'm pretty sure physical, bashing of people who are on the other side of the fence.

I was about to click on the link to 'Junjo Romantica' when the phone rang. I let out a groan of frustration at the damn person who interrupted one of my few times at home I can relax and be at piece, the other being when I'm asleep or lying on my bed in the dark and listening to my Ipod. I get up, glare at Zeus and stomp off towards the living room.

I reach the phone on the second ring, pick it up and hit the accept call button. "Franco residence, Miriam isn't in at the mo-"

"I know if I'm not home you useless boy!" Grandma screeched at me through her smart phone.

"Sorry grandma." I reply back instantly. Bear it, but don't grin it.

"Do not take up an attitude with me young man." She replied back. I didn't say anything from experience, just let her run off her big loud mouth and don't interrupt her. "I am calling to tell you that I will be in traffic for the next hour or so, some damn dog ran into the street and now there's a wreck." I figured something like that, thought more on the rain than a dog, poor thing, why couldn't it have been Zeus, and its ironic that she cursed a dog since she loves the stupid animal to death. "I expect you to be waiting outside the second I am due to arrive."

"Yes grandma." I reply. I knew the whole song and dance by heart, I just hated it.

"Good, and don't forget to do the laundry, honestly you should be thankful I am reminding you at all, useless child." She then hung up abruptly. Sighing, I hang up the phone and grumble off to the laundry room, which is located directly opposite of my room. I pass Zeus, who sticks out a paw as I walk by, nearly tripping me. I glared down at the dog as I opened the door to the laundry room, it looked up at me with an attempt of puppy dog eyes, they do not work on a animal that's over 100 pounds and as tall as my waist, and still growing.

I flip the switch on the outside wall and find the entire room empty, basket supposedly full of dirty laundry, nope, lint or dust, nope, I cleaned the room every third day of the week. I grumbled and opened the washer and found nothing in it, and slammed the lid down. "What laundry damn it?" I growled as I bent down and opened the dryer lid, and again found nothing. I start to mutter silent curses as I close the dryer and shut the laundry room door behind me, then flip off the switch.

I step across into my room and immedatly go to my closet and pull out one of my clean long sleeve shirts, it was a dark grey and two sizes too big, but I liked it like that. I pulled out a pair of clean jeans as well and placed them on the bed. I turned to face my computer to shut it down, to find it on a different screen than what I was on before.

It was black with three red vertical slits in the upper middle portion, it read the caption in blaring white gothic script 'Devil's never cry', it had an enter button underneath the caption, but nothing else. I leaned forward and tapped the mouse track, it moved slightly to my relief. I then moved the mouse around to see if anything popped up from a hidden corner, nothing did, not the minimize or exit button, nothing. "Weird." I comment as I lean back from my computer. Zeus starts growling and gets up on his paws. "Shut up." I tell him, then reach over to my dresser and pull out the top drawer that holds my clean boxers. I retrieve it and place it with the other clothes, then turn back to the computer to find its changed.

Now there was an outline of a jester's head, weird looking laugh, bells and all. It replaced the three red slits and was now taking up everything. The caption changed quickly, this time it read, 'I see you'. I shiver and then lean back to it. "Yeah, well I see you too." I tell it, then click the control, alternate, and delete button to restart the screen. The black goes away and is soon replaced by the blue and green loading page from when I start up my laptop. "Damn viruses." I say as I step back and gather up my clothes, then head out of the room. I wasn't afraid that Zeus would tear up anything in my room, I've beaten the crap out of him before so he knows my room is off limits.

I put my clothes on the bathroom sink and turn on the lights, then hear the phone ring again. letting out a exasperated breath I go to it and pick it up again.

"Hello-"

"Josslyn." I cringe as my grandmother uses my given name, I hated it. "I forgot to tell you that I'm staying over the night with Mickey and the baby, so pack my bag for me." Grandma then hung up the phone and left me staring at it bewilderedly. Counting to ten, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, and went to her room, which is directly perpendicular to mine, and is the biggest room in the damn house. I growl as I grab a small overnight bag and place folded and pressed socks, a dress, her robe, and the rest in it. I zip it up and carry it to the front door and place it there, then go around and lock the other two. Then head off to the shower, oh, I do hope the water is hot, because it's the closest thing to a massage in my opinion.

40 minutes later-

I sigh and step out of the bathroom and turn off the lights behind me, I was freshly showered, dressed and ready to go. Sighing, I go to my room, again sidestepping Zeus, I swear he hasn't moved an inch, and then throw my dirty clothes in my hamper, I could do them tomorrow since grandma wasn't around to bitch. I was walking past my laptop to get to my dresser when I noticed the screen, I turned to it and dropped my jaw in awe and dumbfounded shock, the screen was not blank or even at the home screen, no instead it was back at the same page that I had tried to get rid of.

The jester outline was back again, except this time it had an evil smirk and a glint behind its carved out eye slits. Underneath it read, 'That wasn't nice', and the enter button was still there, except this time it had 'or die' underneath it. "What the?" I mutter, then lean over and redo the Control, Alt, Delete button combo again, a flicker appeared throughout the screen, only for it to stop midway up and then it went back down. My eyes widened in shock as the jester outline turned to me and became three dimensional and the text erased itself.

The words 'Nice try kiddo, do it again and see what happens' as the jester face smirked. It had a wide mouth with pale blue rimmed lips, its features a pale purple and its hat was black and went out to red on the right side, the left was black that went to dark blue. The nose was humongous and its eyes were different, the right one a pale blue and the left one a near pink red.

"Oh yeah," I challenge it stupidly, mainly because I was ticked off that this damn virus had overtaken my computer, secondly because I wanted to wipe off the jester's smirk. "Try this." I tell it, then press down on the power button and hold it. the jester's smirk turns into a growling sneer, I think its growling anyway, and I get a massive shock from the power button. "OWWW!" I cry as I retract my hand and see the screen go blank. "What the hell?" I mumble as I start to suck on my finger to try and ease the pain.

Great, now I am going to need to buy a new computer, well la di fucking da! I grumble some more as I go to my dresser and pull out a pair of socks. I lean up against the bed and put them on, then reach back to the dresser to get my shoes when I hear my laptop whirring. I grab my shoes and jump back to see the screen waver as the power starts to come back on. "Oh no you don't." I challenge it. I quickly drop my shoes and put them on my feet and go back to my dresser. I yank open the top drawer and dig around through the few random items till I find what I want, my black smith and Wesson extreme ops folding knife that grandpa gave me the Christmas before he died.

I close the lid on the computer and turn it over to reach the battery. In consequence of years of abuse, before me, the laptop has developed a few ways of protecting itself, like how the battery pack needs to be pried out of place to actually retrieve it. I unfold my knife, relishing in the sound of it clicking in place, and slip the tip of it in between the battery and the rest of the computer slot that confines it. I wiggle the knife in further and hit the unlock button, and start to maneuver the knife to where I could get leverage, then the computer makes a noise that sounded a lot like laughing, hysterical and maniacal laughter that shook me to my bones, or it could just be the shock that passed through my body as the knife connected the battery and a receptor piece inside the slot.

I feel a growing painful heat crawl through my arm and then spread throughout my body. I wanted desperately to let go of my knife or pull it back, but my arm was stuck. Then, the feeling of air not being able to reach my lungs and something clogging my throat hit me. I started hacking and coughing in an effort to remove the blockage. I hacked harder and harder till stars and darkness started to dance across my vision, I bent over on pure habit and the knife slipped out of place and the pain slowly faded. I quickly dropped my computer onto the desk and stared at it as I sucked in air. "Wha-"

Then a blaring horn sounds outside, shit grandma. I reach up to the light switch and flick it down, but my gaze never left my computer, until grandma hit the horn a second time. Crap. I started walking again until I realized that my knife was still in my hand. I looked down at it thoughtfully and contemplated putting it back. 'No' Something dark and growling told me softly. "Maybe-" another blare of the horn, damn that woman is impatient. I quickly fold my knife up and slip it into my pocket and race to the door, never know when you might need it.

-35 minutes later-

I sighed and bit into my plate of spaghetti and meatballs, the pasta was undercooked and clumped together, the meatballs where from a store bought bag and was rubbery. All in all, it was Thursday night dinner, the way my uncle Sal likes it, so aunt Cheryl cooked it the way he liked it. I sat to the side of the table across from my cousin's wife Page and her kids, my cousin Mickey's step children, and his own.

Mickey was the favorite grandchild in my grandmother's point of view, and everyone else's to. He shared the spotlight with his younger brother Tony, the druggie of the family. Truthfully though, I don't see why they are the family favorites and not their younger sister, my favorite cousin, Katie. Mickey has been married two other times before this, the first one to his highschool crush, they had eloped to Las Vegas after graduation, ended in three months. His second marriage was to another highschool crush, an ex before the first ex if that makes any sense, and she divorced him a year later because he got drunk and beat the crap out of her. He met Page two years ago, dated her for one, and knocked her up the second year. I liked Page, sorta, she was smart enough not to take sass, she just wasn't smart enough to catch a good guy, I.E not Mickey. I would have dropped the asshole the first time he smacked one of her kids with his belt, which he did, often.

Tony on the other hand, could actually be a decent catch, if not for his habitual drug use, a crappy personality with an ego that says everything should go his way. Oh, and the fact that he was a pathological liar, gambler, and could charm even the devil himself. He also had the habit of jumping the gun on things he didn't have say over, and stealing whatever was nailed to the floor, and of course coming up with illegal get rich quick schemes, one of which he propositioned me for.

Now Katie, she's the ideal granddaughter, caring, kind, patient and smart. She also had the looks that some would kill for. But she isn't for some stupid reason I could never understand, and she was no longer welcomed to the family because of the guy she married. An equally ideal man for her, but not in her father's point of view, he gave her the option of dumping him and staying in the family, basking in her older brother's 'golden' glow, or be disowned. She took the smart way out, god I envy and love her all at the same time, she got lucky.

"Hey Joss, can I get some help real quick?" Tony asked across from the table, he gave me his trademark smirk that meant he was up to something. And I knew exactly what it was he wanted help with.

I glare at him and mouth no, but grandma intervenes on Tony's behalf. "Certainly he will." She answer for me. "Go on now." she says, shooing me away, I catch her muttering 'useless little bastard' as I get up and grudgingly follow behind Tony as we go upstairs.

'Fight' The growling voice from before tells me, I shake my head and turn my hands into fist, making my nails dig into my skin. I stomp up the stair after Tony and towards his room, he had a permanent one since he never had the cash to pay for his own place, it usually went to his next fix or bail.

"What do you want Tony?" I ask him bitingly as he closes the door behind me.

"Keep it down." He quietly commands me, putting his index finger over his lips. The voice growls inside my head at his command. I narrow my eyes as he steps forward closer to me. "So, how's the product coming along?" he ask with a sheepish grin.

My eyes bulge out of my head in anger, this little shit! "Look Tony, I told you last time I'm not cooking meth for you!" I quietly shout at him. He slaps his hand over my mouth and growls. The voice growls back inside my head, I had the sudden urge to rip Tony's throat out with my teeth. For those who are lost, let me explain. Three weeks ago, my 'dear' cousin led me to this very same room and asked me if I'd like to make some money. I turned him down flat the second he asked, he tried to deter me and that's when I asked what it was he wanted me to do.

"Keep it down dipshit." He hisses at me. I growl and grab his hand and pull it off my mouth.

I glare up at the asshole and feel rage come to me in waves, something I'm not really used to when it comes to live people, Zeus yes, people no. "Tony, for the last time, I am not helping you be some breaking bad wannabe drug runner." I hiss at him. 'Don't submit, attack' I ignore the voice and receive a growl.

"But it's a foolproof plan!" Tony protests quietly.

"Yeah, then why don't you do it yourself?" I snap back at him.

He looks down at his feet sheepishly and grins, "I'm in a bit of a bind financially." Yeah, all those dollars Sal and Cheryl give you must feel nice in your veins. He then brightens back up and puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. "Besides, you have the brains for it, with you being a chemistry whiz and all, plus you've got all the nessacary equipment available for you. Plus, I'd probably just blow myself up if I tried all by myself."

I growl and push him away from me. "Good, it'd save your parents the money of paying the funeral director to heat up the crematorium." I step back and glare at him, the voice growling ins approval as I deny Tony's charm not affecting me. "Besides, there is no way in hell I'd compromise my own morals in making that shit. One, making meth damages the environment around it. Two, there's no way in hell I'm going to make ANYTHING that's going to potentially kill the person using it or by someone using it."

Tony's face fell at this, "But I already promised some people three kilo's!" My jaw drops and I stare at him stupidly, he then smirks. Shit, he's thinking of something. "And I already told them all about you cos." He drawls mockingly. "When they come a knocking for their stuff, I'll tell them that you gyped me." He then drapes an arm around me shoulder and leans down and leers. "After all, you know how persuasive I can be." He then smacks me on the back. "So, best be getting to work."

'Kill him! KILL HIM!' I hear the voice shout. I growl and punched Tony in his stomach, I seriously don't know where it came from, and as the air rushes from his lungs, I grab his hair and yank his head down to my level. I reach behind me to my back pocket and pull out my knife, I pull the blade out part of the way, then flick my wrist and snarl as the resounding click tells me that its locked in place. I bring up the blade and press it against Tony's throat, pushing in slightly, he stares at me in shock and fear. A sweet, exhiliarting smell fills my nostrils, the voice purrs.

"You stupid, fucking, piss ant piece of pig shit!" I hiss. I felt a blazing heat inside of me, and it wanted to be sated, sated with…. Blood.

"Joss-"

"SHUT UP!" I press the knife down harder, making him stop mid protest and gulp, his brow was sweating bullets. "Now you listen to me," I bring my face closer to his and glare into his eyes. "If I even see one person who looks like a dealer, buyer, doper, whatever! I swear to god on my parents graves, I will end you, horribly and painfully, and no one will ever find you, cause remember, I'm that good with chemistry." 'Stop talking! Kill this pitiful pig!' The voice demanded, and by god I nearly did what it wanted. It felt so easy, so right, so… delicious to smell and taste his fear. What the hell?!

I pulled back on the blade, 'Stop, KILL HIM! Slit his throat and let his blood pour, then kill all others that hurt you!' My arm straightened with the intense desire to push forward and pull the blade across his flesh.

"Joss, your eyes!" Tony squeaked.

I blinked and pulled away the knife and stepped back. I turned to the mirror that's hanging on the closet door, I stared in shock and awe. My eyes glowed amber, they flickered as if there was a fire behind them. My hair looked different too, instead of my natural black, it was lighter, with a dusting of pale white strands. I gasped and blinked again, and then sighed in relief that my eyes had gone back to jade green.

I turn back to Tony and fold my knife and slip it back into my pocket. He's staring at me in fear and shock, I hear a low rumble in my head. I look at him and smile, then turn and open the door and walk out of it. Before I close the door behind me, I turn slightly and put my finger to my lip and shush him, then close it.

I take a deep breath and lean against the door, "What the hell was that?" I ask. My entire body was shivering, more the after effects of adrenaline than nerves. I run my hands through my hair, and when I bring them down I notice a loose strand of hair, not that uncommon since its below my ears in length. I pluck the strand and get ready to toss it when the hall light makes it shine. "Huh?" I say, then bring it closer to me, it was a pure white strand, white as snow.

"JOSSLYN!" Grandma yells downstairs. "Its time for you to go." I sigh and throw the hair to the ground, then march down the stairs. Grandma is standing at the front door with her head held high, her nose pointed upward at the ceiling. She tsk and hands me the keys to her Lexus. "If I find-"

"I know!" I shout at her and snatch the keys, not even realizing what I was doing. "IF you find one scratch, dent or crack I'll be in trouble." I mimic her voice badly. Then stomp out the door, only to turn around and glare at her shocked face. "Oh, and if I'm such a 'useless little bastard' then why don't you clean your own goddamn house!" I then slam the door in her face and race to her car and hop in. I start to car and pull out expertly and speed off down the street, all the while breathing heavily. "What the hell?" is all I can say to myself.

-20 minutes later-

I pull up the front drive of grandma's house and hit the garage door opener, 20 minutes, my new record. I hit the door opener again while getting out and go to the door that leads inside the house, only to walk into an acidic smell that I all to familiarly knew was urine, to be more specific, dog urine.

The rage I felt earlier came back in droves. "ZEUS!" I yell, then race to my room. The voice was growling deeply with me, something about the scent of piss was really sending it over the edge.

I reach my room and flick on the lights, and shriek in horror. In the corner, Zeus was standing with his head low to the ground and growling, at me I think. In front of him, was the remains of my computer, all 40 pieces of it.

The screen was torn off its hinges, keys were flung about everywhere, glass shards as well. There were major gaps in the plastic body that showed the green circuit board, and it was dripping in a yellow substance.

"Zeus," I growl lowly and take a menacing step forward. "You are DEAD!" I yell at him, then start to pounce, only to stop and stare in awe as an purple electrical cloud starts to seep out of my laptop. Zeus growls and whines as the cloud grows bigger and electricity lashes outward. The voice in my head growls deeply and instantly I feel the rage come back up, the need to hit, cut, tear and kill rearing its head.

The cloud makes a 'hrmph' sound, and then disperses faster than it came, leaving a tall man in a jester costume standing on top of my former computer. His face was the same as the jester face on that virus, his costume was a moving, wait moving?! Pool of black and dark purple that seemed to flow in a pattern of snake skin. The outfit was one piece in all, even his big feet were covered in the seamless outfit. Around his neck where two sets of ruffles, and his sleeves ended in multiple layered feathers. His skin was a pasty grey color that matched his face, and on his hands where three inch long red nails that looked like there was veins growing out the ends and anchoring them into his fingers. He held a staff made of gold with archaic designs and a big blue jewel at the tip.

"Do you know how long it took me to find you AND create that web page?" he asked in a whiney, gratingly annoying voice, then leaned forward and arched on brow, his hands on his hips. "Do you?" He then quickly leaned back and sniffed his clothes. "Ugh, and now I smell like a fire hydrant." He whined, then glared over at Zeus. "I've got a bone to pick with you dog." He says.

Zeus growls at him, but the man laughs and then waves his hand. A three foot long bone appears out of nowhere and in his hand. "Here doggy, fetch, you bid stupid idiot." Zeus, being the big stupid idiot he is, barked in joy and jumped as the man threw the bone at him, and caught it in his mouth and started to gnaw on it.

"Who are you?" I ask, bringing out my knife and snapping it into place. I had crouched low to the ground, all the while the voice was say, 'Fight, must defend whats ours, FIGHT!' WTF people, WTF.

"Oh, how rude of me." The man exclaims dramatically, he then puts his free hand over his stomach and bows low enough to where his nose touches the ground, he then tilts his head back up quickly but keeps on bowing. "I am Jester, and this!" he says with a flourish of hand movements as he leans back. "Is my first jest!"

Then Zeus lets out a whine/wail of pain. And the shit hit the fan.

Alucardismaster: Dun, Dun, wait for it…. DUH! Okay people, this is my new story, quite the cliff hanger huh? *dodges rotten tomatoes* Okay, I know I'm a bit of an ass leaving it like this, but aw well, this is just an idea story that I couldn't get out of my head till I wrote it down. I have an idea on where's its going, hopefully, but I'm not sure as of yet. So hope you all enjoyed, *dodges more rotten fruit* so please leave a comment and review. *Gets hit in the face with rotten tomato* *SPLAT!* GROSS!

So, tell me what you are thinking. ;P

Joss Franco was a normal teenager, kinda, he had normal issues, okay not really. Suddenly he has a homicidal Voice in his head, pissed off drug dealers after him, demons popping out of the woodwork trying to kill him, yeah, his life is just fine. And three certain white haired half-devils aren't planning on making his life any easier