A/N-Don't own, wish I did, because Damien and Pip are love. Yes, this is slash, so don't go and bitch to me saying that I didn't warn you, alright? This story may actually have chapters to it, depending on how good you all are to me, so for now, just think of this as a prologue or something, maybe a 'movie' trailer. If this goes the way I want it to, I must say, it'll sure make a pretty badass film. () And, as always, R/R, bitte.

Close to Redemption

Pip stared at Damien, growling in his sleep. 'Must be another nightmare.' The boy thought.

He stood up and padded across the hallway into the bathroom, where he flipped the faucet on. The splashed water was freezing on his face, but it at least made him more alert.

Lately, Pip had been having trouble sleeping. He'd stay up late into the night, with the only results being tired red eyes and a slow, agitated body. He didn't know what was troubling him. It could've even just been that he was on the verge of becoming an insomniac. All in all, though, he hadn't been able to sleep in what was nearing eleven days. Any more, and he'd be dead, unlike Damien, however, who had been sleeping like a baby, regardless of the nightmares he had. Oh how Pip envied him. Such a petty little thing, but he envied him all the same. Damien wasn't even aware, for some reason. Either that, or he just didn't say anything.

He now brought his face up to the mirror. His reflection stared horribly back at him. He cringed; His once bright blue eyes were now dulled and foggy, with heavy dark bags under them. His skin was paled and almost sunken. He looked like a decent zombie.

Shutting off the bathroom light, he stepped back out into the hallway and headed for his bedroom, destination: the bed. Much to his great misfortune, the night seemed to drag on for hours until finally, he drifted off into what felt like sleep, only better. More peaceful, more relaxing, more…dark.

Damien woke up with a start. What seemed like a normal nightmare suddenly went into something more fierce, more horrifying, and all in a matter of a second.

'Odd,' he thought, 'something like that usually happens only when someone dies…' He chuckled. His grin quickly faded as sudden realization hit him. "Oh, shit! Pip!"

He ran to the side of Pip's bed and started shaking him vigorously. Apparently not working, he slapped him a few times. The boy never stirred. "Huh? Pip…Pip! Wake the fuck up!" He slapped the cold face again, "You idiot, wake up!" He sat down, bringing his jean-covered knees to his chest, the tears now flowing, and in great amounts.

Pip looked around him with great amazement. Everything was a bright white, except for when he turned to look over his shoulder, and then everything behind him was a heavy black.

"Oh my…" he gasped to himself. As he walked further on ahead, the white seemed to be fading itself into a dull gray colour. The more he walked, the foggier his mind seemed to become, like he was beginning to forget things, or atleast just not being able to think of them at the moment. Except for the thoughts he had of Damien, which he was grateful to have had kept clear.

The gray started to become tinted with a mixture of black and white strands that seemed float around in the air. Then he finally noticed what appeared to be a road sign in the distance. He quickened his pace until he stopped in front of it. The sign read, 'Purgatory – ½ a mile left to go.'

"Where the Hell am I?" The Brit boy was now more confused than he had ever been in his life. That is, if he was still alive.

Ha, weird. Shall I continue, eh?