"Purple.

Purple was the color of his sorrow.

Purple was the color of his regret.

He also had purple slippers somewhere, but Alysia had taken them and not given them back.

Not that he cared much. He could always buy more slippers somewhere, and she was just so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute wearing them around the house, even when she slipped in them and fell down the stairs, getting a concussion. He had rushed her to the hospital. After she had been taken care of, he asked all the nurses, doctors, random hospital workers, deathly ill patients, dead people, people who were having surgery performed on them at that EXACT moment, and Alysia to pose, so he could take a picture of them.

When he got home, they were waiting for him.

The thing that had caused his daughter so much pain...

The thing that had caused him to be kicked out of the hospital by an angry surgeon...

The thing that would cause him sorrow for the rest of his life.

His purple slippers.

Only a shrill scream escaped his mouth, and then stopped. The enemies pounced, cutting his futile cries for help off.

He was never seen again, until the next morning, when he came to work and Taisa shouted, "MAES! You're 6 hours late! What the hell were you doing, wrestling with your slippers!"

Hughes just sat down at his desk (Which was, for some reason, in Taisa's office) and looked at a picture of Alysia wearing his slippers he had put in his wallet.

He broke down sobbing on his desk.

And THAT... is the story of the Purple Slippers of HELL."

Havoc put the cigarette he had been smoking in the ashtray, and pulled out another one, smirking at the horrified looks of the other 7 people in the room.

"That was the most beautiful story I have ever heard! Much like myself, Alex Louis Armstrong!"
"I didn't shout THAT much, did I?"
"Who WOULDN'T let her borrow the slippers! She's just so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute..."
"Ugh... I have better things to be doing."
"That's weird. Then again, my mother used to molest me with a broom handle, so I wouldn't know."

All the military officers stopped and looked over at Fury, who was looking at them innocently.

"WHAT! It's TRUE!"
"That is also a beautiful story! I used to molest my mother with a broom handle, although that is the opposite of what you said! And it wasn't molestation, it was rape. And it wasn't a broom handle, it was... Um... I have forgotten the word used! Hahaha!"

Everybody died.

the end

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o.O Don't ask. Anyway, since this is just the first chapter, you can expect better from the next chapters. Please review!