A/N, WARNING! Blood, gore, cussing, scary stuff, no Pikachu in here, and all that is in here. Do not read if you can't take it. You have been warned.

~ Prologue ~

"No! Stop! What are you doing?! I thought you were on my side!" I screamed and thrashed as my best friend circled around me. At least, that's what I thought he was. He's now completely transformed, with long fangs, foam in his mouth, skin peeling off him, and his eyes...oh his eyes! They were black, just a hole, full of snakes, with venom in their tiny mouths, hissing and slashing. He grabbed my leg, and he twisted it so much that it popped right out. I screamed, trying to break out of the cuffs, but he got even wilder. He took my leg, bit it, and I saw it boil all the way to the bone.

"Feel the pain Michelle! Feels what I have felt, all these years! Take the-" He screamed. Blood splashed my face as he had another growth spurt. Long flesh grew out of him, as if they were a substitute for arms, and he laughed. He laughed in that crazy way, and then he ripped his arm out. Green slime came out this time, oozing as smoke came out. He bit off his other arm, looked at me, and for a moment, I saw the eyes of my best friend, but it was destroyed as he threw the arm into my face.

I screamed again, but no sound came out. The arm was boiling my face, but I could still see. I could see the lump of flesh mixed with blood, just sizzling, as it fell. I felt tremendous pain, but it was worse because I could see, and I hadn't died. "Stop..." I managed to croak. He lashed at me again, and a snake jumped off into my stomach. It began biting every section, and I cried out in pain. It reached a tender spot, and I just couldn't take it anymore. My ex-best friend suddenly stopped, and yelled, "No! NO NO NO!"

I gave out a gasp, as I felt myself leaving it. I fell onto the floor, in perfect condition again, and saw my best friend around my body, trying to find out where my soul is. I laughed, as I realized I had died. I had escaped the tremendous pain. I had...I barfed all over the floor. The sight of my body was agonizing. I began running out to the door, but I saw a dark figure in the corner of my eye. I repeated what my ex-best friend said. "No! NO NO NO! I can't leave yet! I have to-" The figure came into my view and everything became dark.


~Chapter 1~

"What the hell do you fucking want?" I asked, not looking up from my book.

"We want to check on your legs." Two of the demons said. They were barely as tall as my waist, with a naked head, wide eyes, a green face, and the most creepiest smile. They were plump, and if seen from afar, then they would look like a tiny ball. They dressed in normal clothing, a red sweater with a white polo, and jeans. I've heard that they could eat anything, as long as it's not bigger than themselves. They don't have any teeth, so they swallow their food whole. It's tough killing these guys, but who would want to kill them as they are as intelligent as the smartest person in the world.

"Just hurry the hell up and leave me to my fucking self." I said. I threw my book away, and they came into the room. It's been two months since I have been stuck in this hellish excuse for a heaven for people like me. No, what they say is "undetermined people." Like that doesn't mean the same thing. Unlike Heaven, you could still die here. It's like Earth, but with magic roaming around.

Eh, I don't give a shit. After all the pain and the shock, I haven't bothered learning about this stupid heaven. I'm suppose to have a teacher/therapist to help fill in the cracks, but I scared them off in the first day. They still don't know what to do with me. Who could blame them? I wouldn't either, I don't even know if I want to die or continue living. Does it make a difference?

The two little demons undressed my bandages, did some magic, and then wrapped my legs again. Once they were finished, one of them muttered, "She's in a good mood."

The other one agreed, "Yup, she's in a good mood." They bowed to me, and left the room. They closed the door quietly behind them, and as I reached for my book, the door slammed open. It was that human who was in charge of the soothing people and stuff.

"And what do you think you are doing?!" He yelled, shaking his finger. "That is all the people I had, and you just had to reject them, didn't you? You know what, you deserve to die! I don't care what Steravay says. I don't even care what made you die in the first place! You are just a winy little girl who don't give a-"

I heard a cough, and the man instantly turned around. "I think that is enough, Mr. Pattingle."

"But you don't understand! I had to deal with all my crew who had stress and issues all because of that little-"

"I said that is enough. I will deal with her."

"Oh, you can try! Just don't come crying to me, as she tears your head apart! Oh ho ho, I could just see it! That little-" The doors instantly closed as left the room.

"Geez, that Ted is such a problem isn't he? I wouldn't mind if he somehow disappeared somehow..." I said.

"Ah hem, hi Michelle. I am Professor Lyringe, but I am also-"

"A wizard. I have read about you."

"You have? I do not remember publishing a book about myself, but somebody may have spoken of me."

"No, you are not that popular as you think, Marge. I just read a book about something like you. Professor Dumbledore I think? He works at a magic school, and by my imagination, you would look like him. Skinny, a little bit over the average height, a long white beard, and wrinkles on his face. You even wear a cloak!"

"Hmm, you must let me borrow the book sometimes. Ah, I am getting off track. What I was going to say is, I want to negotiate with you."

"I wouldn't like that, but since I have no authority here, negotiate away."

"How did you die?"

I froze for a moment. Nobody had asked me that question before. "Why do you care?"

"It needs to be determined in where you are going-"

Inside myself, I gave out a sigh. So no pathetic person cares about me.

"and, I am curious in what's making you so negative."

"Pssh, I just got eaten alive by my best friend." I said, as if it was no biggie. Inside, I prayed that he wouldn't dig any deeper.

"That's no laughing matter, Michelle." The wizard looked at me over his glasses. He scribbled something down onto his clipboard that had magically appeared, and clicked his pen. "Who was your best friend?"

"This guy named Ritchesing Peirver."

"May I ask how he looked like when you last saw him?"

"His skin got cracked and blood oozed out, his eyes full of snakes, pieces of flesh as arms, and long nails."

"Hmm...Interesting...Well, I am no sympathy helper but I'm going to send you a friend of mine to help you recover." He left the room before I could say anything.

A few hours later, and yes, I mean hours, the doors opened again. I didn't realize it at first, since I was absorbed by my book, but the moment I turned the page, I felt pressure among me.

"Hi!"

Standing in front of me was the most scariest thing I saw. Three living humans. "Oh my god." I exhaled.