Okay, so, to the flamer from last chapter I have a few things to say which I have to put here because you didn't even have the balls to log into your account to tell me to go kill myself.

A) If you're going to insult me at least use proper grammar like, take an overdose? That's not a thing, and you're missing a lot of punctuation.

B) I'm willing to bet you didn't even read my story and just saw my note and was like omg low confidence in writing ability let's tell her to kill herself *stupid laugh*

C) If you did read it it's no wonder you didn't understand because it's, as I said, an inside joke

D) I hate to break it to you, but being a big dick doesn't compensate for having a small dick.

Okay now that that's out of the way, here you go Jessica! (And whoever else is still reading this for whatever reason)

In a dark room only illuminated by a sliver of light coming through the window, Taylor sat on the floor in the corner, arms wrapped around her legs tightly, thinking over her predicament.

I am trapped in a magic house… on a magic floating island… with a criminal God… a psychopath… and a fuck boy… And I'm not sure which is worse.

Taylor wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry, but both seemed like a good option right now. How was she expected to last who knows how long with these people? And she had a life back home! She couldn't be expected to ditch her family and friends and work! She was supposed to be saving up for her trip to Japan next year! Not to mention she was going to get so behind on her shows…

"This sucks," she mumbled into her arms.

After a while, Taylor forced herself to get up. Self-pity wasn't going to help her right now, and if she was really stuck, she might as well see what was around.

She started with the short bedside table by the bed. A small old-fashioned alarm clock sat on top, ticking soothingly, and in the drawer, she found a bible and a small iPod, which she desperately grabbed. As she flicked through the songs, a sigh of relief let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. At least she had her music to help her out here.

One more look around the room showed a small bookshelf, stocked with her favorites, and a desk piled high with textbooks and extra paper.

Next, she opened the door that, if she remembered correctly, led to the bathroom. Sure enough, it was, and she sighed as she spotted a large corner bathtub and a beautiful clear shower with a shower and washcloth hanging in between them; both the shower and bathtub were lined with different soaps, shampoos, and other generic self-care products. Across from them was a counter stocked with different makeup and perfumes which Taylor just wrinkled her nose at, before making a face at the framed mirror hanging over a large sink. On the opposite wall was another door that led to a huge walk in closet that had all kinds of outfits and shoes. A small dresser revealed socks, jewelry, and the most embarrassing underwear that Taylor had ever seen and would never in her life be caught dead in. Whoever put me here definitely made this my personal hell...

Izaya grinned to Loki from the couch where they had remained. Loki was doing his best not to strangle the annoying man as he spoke very slowly to get his point across, "for the last time I'm not in charge of Valhalla I can't get you in there. Not to mention I'm not exactly on good terms with the other gods if you hadn't noticed."

Izaya's grin reminded Tora of the Cheshire Cat as he watched the two interact. Uh oh... was all he could think when Izaya grinned just a little wider.

Just a little more, Izaya thought. Wasn't pushing people's buttons fun? "Aw come on now Loki, I'm sure you could get me into Valhalla some way."

That was it. That was the last straw. Loki's gaze became murderous and he walked towards the kitchen, picking up a long, sharp knife out of one of the drawers. "You know Izaya, if I remember correctly, in order to get into Valhalla you have to die in battle with a weapon in hand. Maybe I can help with that!"

Haha, success! Izaya thought to himself as he easily dodged the god's attacks, occasionally throwing in a few knives of his own.

Tora managed to scramble out of the living room away from the maniac and the angry god. He may be skilled in martial arts but he wasn't stupid. Deciding he had to do something about this Tora stood up, looked around, and went over to Taylor's room, roughly opening the door.

"Taylor! Loki and Izaya are trying to kill each other!"

A few seconds later Taylor appeared out of another doorway. "And what exactly do you expect me to do about it? I am literally the smallest and weakest person here!"

Well, she had a point.

"Well if we leave them as they are they're going to destroy the house."

The girl groaned and smiled somewhere between sarcastic and about to go insane. "Well today just keeps getting better and better. At this point I'm more concerned as to how Mr. Orihara is actually on par with a God when it comes to fighting skills."

Then another of the weird flashes happened and everyone was in the living room again, being forced down into the couches. A white piece of paper floated down into Taylor's lap. "It's a point card." She stated.

Loki, forgetting his fight with Izaya... for now... calmly got up and approached her. "May I?" He asked, holding out his hand for the paper, which Taylor handed over right away.

Loki read it over with a frown. "Looks like we'll be here for a while, here are tasks listed, each one we complete is worth a certain number of points, and we have to collect a large amount of points before we can leave."

Izaya grinned, "Ooh so they've turned it into a fun game! Haha I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you~" he teased, playing with one of his knives, slightly irked that his fun had been interrupted. Though this could be interesting, and finding out information is most certainly, what he does best.

Tora snatched the paper from Loki, ignoring the dirty look he received, "Find out everyone's biggest fear? Gain everyone's trust? Make Taylor comfortable with being alone in the same room as her?! What kind of bullshit is this?!" He yelled and Taylor seemed to snicker at the last one, seeing that it would be close to impossible for her to be completely comfortable with these people.

Tora glared at the girl, "Oi, you'd better not make this any harder."

Taylor didn't answer and took the paper from Tora, cocking her head as she scanned the list one more time. "What does 'easily dealing with surprise drops' mean?"

A flash appeared once again and as it disappeared, a bra fell onto Tora's face causing Taylor to turn bright red.

Tora picked the piece of clothing off his face and, after glancing at it, smirked at Taylor. "Oh? You're a bit bigger than I expected."

Taylor snatched it from the boy, her face growing impossibly more flushed. "I'm sorry I asked."

Now Taylor knew for certain. She was never getting out of here. The three guys shared a glance, looks like this was going to be harder than everyone had thought.