A/N: I would like to apologize if you've read this before on my old profile. My old account was Veil Hero or Purdy, but school ruined that. One of my friends mothers read part of one of the others fanfiction and didn't like the content. So for some reason she brought it to the school. The school didn't like the profanity or lemon scenes that me and my friends wrote. They invaded our personal life, our sanctuary, and told us that we couldn't have it connected to our school emails in any way or do it on school time. Both of my story accounts, Quotev and FanFiction, were using my school email. I deleted both, the old FanFiction account is forever inactive, and the only time I wrote was after I was done with my school work in class. So my writing will be slow and all of my stories will be back up eventually, hopefully better than ever. I hope you guys still like them and don't compleatly hate me.

It's midnight, I should probably go to bed.* I thought to myself as I hacked away at the last chosen in Darksiders. This videogame helped me keep my sanity, when my life was so shattered. Darksiders one and two had been developed by my father before I was born and then he disappeared before I entered high school. This game was the only part of him that I could have to remember him by. Eventually I pried myself away from the video game and went to bed, with a Mortal Kombat movie playing as I fell asleep.

I woke up to the high pitched siren of the alarm clock. Quickly shutting it off I went to take a shower. I stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror, immediately regretting it. The memory flooded my mind and I winced.

"I'm going to that concert weather you like it or not." I said, on the verge of screaming.

"You will not. Your grades have been sinking and you have to have punishment for letting your school work slip." My mother protested.

"I'm going and that final. I don't care what you think."

My mother reached out and slapped me as hard as she could across the face. I glared at her and then walked up to my room, acting as if nothing had just happened and that is when I immersed myself in the game of Darksiders.

There was a handprint shaped bruise on the side of my face. I used makeup to cover it and then did my hair, before grabbing my sweatshirt and backpack and sprinting the bus that was about to leave without me. Kids taunted me because of everything and I tuned them out with music. It was turned up so loud that it hurt my ears.

~So take your hand in mine it's ours tonight. This is a Rebel Love Song. Hearts will sacrifice it's do or die. ~

Just then the bus stopped and children were giggling, laughing, fake screams and cries. I ignored it all, it was Halloween and they did this every year. Today was the day me and my friends felt less like freaks

and more like humans, like we fit in more. The screams, crying and laughing stopped and the bus continued on. Once it stopped again, my friends got on the bus. They sat down in the seat with me. The bus driver glowered and I smiled, hiding my pain.

"Death." Alice said, smiling widely.

*not this again* "Strife, wins."

"Death."

"No. Strife, Smoke, Ashley, Bass."

"Veil, you can't always win." Grim said, smiling.

We continued this war until the bus abruptly stopped, pretty much slamming our faces into the seat in front of us. We stood up to look, there were four shadowed figures standing in front of the bus. The female figure ripped open the door and stepped into the bus.

"We're looking for..." She seemed to think for a moment. "Alice, Grim and Veil."

My mind finally clicked the pieces together. It was Fury. The fictional third horseman of the apocalypse. I wanted to run up and hug her, but I restrained myself. My friends were obviously doing the same.

"That would be us." I said, pulling us all up.

We linked arms. Fury frowned, grabbed my elbow and dragged me off of the bus, my friends being dragged after me. There were some cheers, some applause, and some crying coming from the bus as we were dragged away into the forest. I now started to struggle and released my friends. Fury snarled and released me, only to have me be hit over the head with the back of a pistol. I dropped to the ground, but before I passed out I heard my friends hit the ground also.