A/N: Sorry if I somehow misled you to think this is a fanfiction based on another book, cause it isn't. I just didn't have a clue how to upload my own invention on fanfic so sorry again. If you do continue to read, enjoy and please review.

Hi. My name is Luke. I was an average teenager with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. I was sixteen when I was murdered. I didn't even know I was dead. One moment a strange man was running at me with a knife and the next I woke up here, wherever here is. I could tell it was some kind of town. I had walked around for hours trying to find someone but it appeared deserted. A thick mist clung to everything making it look even more dreary and frightening. What the hell was this?

A sudden movement caught my eye. I whipped around and came face to face with what looked like a big grey rabbit in a business suit. As it came closer I saw that it actually towered over me. It had strange, beady red eyes that wouldn't leave my face. It bent over and pressed it's nose to my hair. I jerked back and tripped over the cobblestones that made up the street. I didn't know whether to ask who or what it was or to run out of there. With striking speed it grabbed my hand and started pulling me down a side alley.

I was so terrified that it took me a while to figure out that the rabbit was floating instead of running. It looked back at me and I almost swore that it was staring at me with impatience. This place really was strange.

We came out into a crowded square. I had practically walked through the whole city and I had never seen this place. It was as though it had just appeared out of nowhere. The rabbit had disappeared from my side. I looked around trying to get someone's attention. All of the people around me were a shade of grey. I looked down at my hands but they were their normal light creamy color. This was seriously starting to freak me out.

I looked around and saw a statue not far from where I was standing. I pushed my way toward it. Some of the people were hard to push through while others were so transparent that I was able to walk straight into them and pass to the other side without even feeling them. I got freaked out when one of the people I ran into turned into mist. I stared in horror for a few minutes but they just reformed after a while. By the time I had reached the fountain, I was out of breath.

The statue itself depicted a body half of which was male and the other, female. The male had an angel's wing and the woman, a bat's. Under them were people. The ones under the man grovelled and cried. The ones under the woman were staring at her in disbelief or wonder. On each corner of the statue was a gargoyle. From their gaping maws ran a red liquid that looked a lot like blood.

I wrapped my arms around one of them and started climbing my way up. Just as I had pulled myself up, the gargoyle I was holding onto started to growl and flap its wings. I had to cling to its hard, stone neck for dear life. It reared on its hind legs and sent me toppling over. I was able to grab onto the woman's wing as I flew. I waited for her to come alive aswell but nothing happened.

From where I was hanging I could see over the heads of all of the shadow people. A few yards away the crowd branched into three lines. The rabbit that had taken me here stood next to the middle line. He seemed to be ushering the shades through a large wooden gate. Next to him on the right stood a black wolf humanoid. It was grabbing the people in its line and throwing them into a gaping hole next to where it stood. Everyone in that line was wailing in agony. I had to turn the other way as another victim was thrown screaming into the abyss. On the left side stood a white tiger humanoid. The people entering the golden rod gate behind it were very few. Out of everyone the gate most used was the middle one.

Suddenly the lines stopped moving. The three guardians had caught side of me. The tiger roared and the wolf charged in my direction. I panicked and let go of the woman's wing. A sudden weightlessness overwhelmed me. It felt like I was flying or diving. Next thing I knew someone was pulling me away from the statue and the angry wolfman chasing after me. The whole square was getting fuzzy and hard to see. Soon it was lost altogether and I was standing where I had been before the grey rabbit came to take me.

Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to jump. I turned around and stared at my savior, or was it my captor? It was a boy of about my height and age. He had russet hair and dark brown eyes. His cloathes were in ragged condition and his hair was matted. That wasn't what had caught my eye though. He had ears. Yes, ears. They were pointy and resembled a fox's. He flashed me a smile and I saw two large canines sticking out.

"Hi. You were in quite a pinch there," he said in a happy voice. All I could do was gape at him and tried to keep my mouth from dropping open.

"You were murdered weren't you," the boy said in a sadder tone. "I can tell because you haven't become grey like the rest of the deceased."

"D-d-deceased?" I stammered. The last time I had checked deceased meant dead.

"Ya. Your in Erebus, the place the dead stay in until they can be sorted into where they get to go in the afterlife," the boy looked at me like I was supposed to know all of this.

"So I'm, like in Limbo?" I asked.

"Sorta. But I'll let you in on a secret," he leaned in close to my ear. "If you were murdered, you have a chance at going back to the human world."

I didn't know what he meant and could only give him a blank look.

"Oh for Christ sake! You don't know anything. Alright, if you find a way to escape from Erebus, you can go back home. Only people who were murdered are able to return because their lives weren't taken by Erasibeth or Selenius," he looked at me expectantly.

"I still don't really get it," I said.

He gave me an exasperated look and was about to say more when I heard a gunshot. The bullet hit me in the back and knocked the air out of my lungs. I fell flat on my face and just lay there. My limbs were growing heavy and it was getting really tough to move. The boy grabbed me by the collar and started to run again. I caught a quick glimpse of our attacker before my eyelids closed. It was a girl around my age with black hair that covered most of her face. The eye I was able to see was a deep purple. She wore a black trench coat that came down to her knees. Maybe it was just my eyes seeing things, but I could have sworn that most of her skin was a dark cloud that swirled around her face. The only flesh I saw was what surrounded the eye.