Heaven in Hell

Author: Zeon of the Twilight Blade

A/N Hi folks, I honestly wasn't expecting to be back here in the RE section again. The lackluster of my low review count of "Leave me Alone" made me feel like nobody really cared. But a certain fellow author by the name of "Cannibal Jello" Wrote me a review good enough to get me to try again, so here I am with another DavidxAlyssa (And maybe a few others) story.

P.S. If you like slash fics (Personally I don't, but I know some of you do…) Then you do really need to check out Cannibal Jello, she has done pretty good on "A Day in the Life Of David King" (Which isn't what I'd call slash…yet…) and she has a few others that I haven't checked out too.

Free advertising is great isn't it Cannibal?

Disclaimer: You know, I know, the whole world knows, let's just leave it at that shall we?

Chapter 1 – Tool belts and tux's

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"I hate suits…" I mumbled as I put on my best dress coat, "They're too damn stuffy."

Nonetheless, I wanted to look good tonight, because tonight I had a dinner date with a lady I had met a few weeks ago during one of my less "Pleasant" jobs…

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I had gotten a call from a woman living on 3rd street, she said that some damn kids had dug up the pipes in he back yard, and after saying a couple things about the vandals that I'm sure you wouldn't want you five year old to say, She said I needed to move my ass down there because the pipes were, "Shootin' Shit all ova the yard"

She hadn't been kidding me either, the pipes in the back, were indeed, shooting shit all over the yard.

I walked up to here with my case in hand, she was a fat middle aged woman with curlers in her hair, and at this exact moment, was smoking a cigarette.

"Have you ever called a plumber?" I had asked her

"Uh…naw…" She replied, in a southern drawl

"How long have you lived here?" I felt my eyebrow twitch with irritation, I could see that the next hour or two would be exceedingly unpleasant.

"Thorty yeas." She replied, totally ignoring my expression

"Ever had your septic tank cleaned?" I sighed as I stared at the pipe, it was shooting with enough force too put out a fire I was sure

To this, the woman didn't reply, she just stared at me as if I had just randomly shouted out some gibberish like "Zombies will be the doom of us! Fear and tremble!"

I mentally laughed at the thought of zombies overrunning Raccoon City, night of the living dead style.

"What ya smirkin' 'bout! Get ta work!" She shouted at me, shoving me towards the pipe.

I sighed at started to work on the pipe, and it wasn't long before I was covered in more feces than I care to think about.

"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life…" I found myself chanting under my breath as I grabbed the pipe to stop the flow, when I heard a voice say, "Ya want a towel when you're done?" It was a younger voice, and it had less of a drawl to it, I turned around to see a sandy blond in a tank top and blue jeans.

"Uh…sure, I'm almost done anyway." I said, only slightly distracted, but my slight distraction caused me to lose my grip on the pipe for a moment and I ended up getting sprayed in the face, eliciting a loud "Shit!" out of me and a laugh out of the girl, "Good luck Mr. Plumber man!" She shouted to me before retreating back inside.

Another hour later, after two rolls of duct tape and three sets of junk parts, I got the damn thing fixed, The girl, who I now knew as Sandy, had indeed gotten me a towel, and some sweet tea to cool me down.

We ended up talking for awhile and eventually she gave me her number, so the lousy 50 bucks that her mother gave me for fighting with the pipe from hell had some company in my back pocket.

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That's where I was now, preparing for my dinner date with Sandy, we were going to J's bar, not the greatest place in the world, but not the worst either. Not to mention if Sandy turned out to be a bore, I could always laugh at the drunken cop Kevin, or maybe Jim, the crossword king.

"For once I hope she doesn't just want to get in my pants…" I mumbled, it really was getting old meeting women and the only thing they want to do is get it on with me. Despite the fact I look like a lady-killer, I really would rather have a girl interested in both my body AND my mind.

Don't get me wrong, sex is great, but I had plenty of it when I was younger, when my name wasn't David King, now I wanted something a little more…fulfilling.

I took one last look at David King in that mirror, and started towards the door.

I stopped, turned around, and grabbed my tool-belt, it was a strange to wear a tool belt with dressy clothes, but I felt naked without it, I needed all the items in there.

"The knife especially…" I caught my mind thinking, but I quickly forced that thought out of my head, "Those days are over, my name is David now…"

"Murder or homicide, either way the victim is dead." I shivered, picked up the tool-belt and hooked it around my waist.

"Not now." I said aloud as I walked out my door, down to my truck. "I've been trough enough hell without your lip…"

I had no idea want hell was…but I was about to learn…I was about to learn about both heaven and hell.

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That was the first chapter cats and kittens, I know it was short, but I'd like to see if anyone want to see more of this, I promise more in the next chapter.

And if you would like a quick DavidxAlysaa fix, read my story Leave Me Alone, it's a tiny bit rushed, but warm and fuzzy none the less.