Disclaimer: I do not own Dogma or any of the characters for that mater. All is copyright and property of Kevin smith and View Askew Productions.

Note: In the movie 'Dogma' we got to meet the Stygian Triplets. (The three teenagers hockey punks on roller blades who worked for Azrael) In the original script and the cut-scenes, we are told who the Triplets are and why they were sent to hell in the first place, this is my interpretation of what was told. In the movie the Triplets are not given any names, so for the duration of my story they will go by their actors names, if you do not know the actors are here is some clarification...

Stygian Triplet #1: Barrett Hackney (The somewhat ringleader with long red hair that was tied back and he always seemed to stand between the other two. He was awesome and really scary!)

Stygian Triplet #2: Jared Pfenningwerth (The tallest of the three with blond hair, who always wore a brown hat and a black Hellboy shirt. He looked funny when he was holding the machine gun, heh heh)

Stygian Triplet #3: Kitao Sakurai (The shortest one with the sweet black dreads locks in his hair. He wore a blue Highlands Clamdiggers jersey, and was also Asian, or part.)

Hope that was help to some of you out there....

P.S. Italics are memories.

Crash and Burn

Let this train-wreck burn more slowly
Kids are victims in this story
Drown the youth with useless warnings
Teenage rules, they're fucked and boring

-Anthem Part II (Blink 182)

Time seemed to slow down as I lazily watch a jury member hand the judge a piece of paper; he unfolds it slowly with a displeased frown on his face. It's of no real interest to me though; the three of us are fucked no matter how you slice it. It was soon finally going be over. I turn my head; yes it appears that my accomplices also have the glazed-over look of denial in their eyes. Jared turns to meet my gaze but offers me no words as we wait for the verdict, I can tell that Kitao is either nervous or scared, I'm not sure right now. I focus my attention once again to the front of the courtroom; it seems my life will soon take a violent turn for the worse. I guess it already did...

Hey guys what do you want to do? I'm fucking bored!

Well Kit I don't see you coming up with any brilliant ideas so shut your fucking pie hole or I will!

Both of you two keep it DOWN! Jared put down the scissors; I think I just got an idea...

I look down at the clean suit I have worn since the trial started; I have now memorised the smell, look and feel of this courtroom. We have been here for so long, I'm finding it hard to keep track of the amount of time that's been wasted. Personally I don't understand the reasoning behind a lengthy trial as this. Probably for the media's sake, everyone across the continent now knows who the 'Triplets' are…that's the nickname we've been given. Cute, no? And to top it off, recently I have seen some really bad pictures of me on television; I'm not at all impressed with their camera work... though I never was very photogenic.

It's not as if we denied it either. In fact, if memory serves me correctly each one of us outright yelled it to everyone in this fucking courtroom. When I think about it, I guess we weren't on trial for what we had done, which by the way was quite obvious. I think the reason we did it, is what they were after.

Boys have you ever wondered what a bashed in skull looks like, all the brains?

What!?!...uh why?

Well Kit, it seems our friend Barrett here feels the need for a little carnage. Count me in.

A reason? Who needs a fucking reason! Boredom! HA there, that's your reason. We were three totally wasted teenagers who happened to be bored on a Saturday after noon.

I guess it wasn't a very good reason.

Ok, so they got their reason but now they wanted us to feel remorse, I don't think so. For who, and what? Remorse for ourselves, or the family? Perhaps simply the fact that we took another human beings life. I think not.

I feel more remorse for stepping on a bug. Murders, muggings and killing happen all the time and everyday, its called being de-sensitised to the subject or idea of it all. So with that said, they ask if we were in our right minds. Our lawyers tried to get the three of us to claim insanity. Yeah right! We're not and never were insane, just mildly disturbed, as I like to put it. So they tried another angle,

We were wasted, and weren't thinking right.

That didn't work either it seems, especially with the parents sitting there bawling there pathetic eyes out, while they said it.

It is sad...but so is my life. I'm not sorry for them, though I do pity myself sometimes. They have nice homes to return to with other family members to comfort them with there loss. No, the three of us have other things to deal with…

BARRETT! What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Nothing dad,

Don't lie to me boy!

-Punch-

Ouch! Stop it! Let go of my hair!

-Slap-

This will teach you to not talk back to me!

-Kick-

Where do you think your going?

-Rip-

Now son, ...put...down...the gun.

-Bang! -

Ya, I think I prefer jail or death to my life. I can't speak for Jared or Kitao; all our situations are different, though similar at the same time. Everyone has a different story or reasoning to why they do the things they do...

I'm suddenly brought back to reality as I feel a sharp pain connect with the back of my head. I look up at Jared who is now standing up; he must have slapped the back of my head. Idiot.

"Mr. Hackney, this is the last time I will ask you. Please stand for the verdict!" the judge must have finalised his decision now. He didn't sound very happy at the moment either.

"I'm sorry your honour, I didn't hear you." I said pathetically as I slowly stood.

I happened to catch a side-glance of Jared as he rolled his eyes but kept his attention forward. Our lawyers who were now slouching in their chairs looked almost relieved that we were now going to be sentenced. Cant blame them, they didn't really have much to defend us with, and it's not like we helped anyway.

The judge started to read.

"In the case of Timothy Robertson. Barrett Hackney, Jared Pfenningwerth and Kitao Sakurai are all guilty of murder in the first degree."

Ok, but who will be our lucky victim?

You guys, what if we get caught? We'll get in a shit load of trouble…

We wont, and who cares? I know the perfect annoying, loud little kid who will do just fine.

But we did get caught.

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I hope you liked the first part of the story. I will post the next chapter if you readers out there want me to. Please Review. Thanx!