Dead Rhett was ambling down a corridor of hell, rifle over his shoulder when he
saw two girls down the tunnel. He dashed forward to them. "Don't worry! I am
here now," he said, hands on their shoulders, rifle hanging from his back.
"What are you?" Hanza began.
"Hush don't speak! I'll take care of you womenfolk in this dark unknown place.
Stick close to
me!"
"What? NO, no you see we're-" Jae started.
"Ahem, Jae? Your plan?"
"Ah! Is he one of the souls?"
"What in the tarnation are you females blabbin' about?" Rhett interjected.
"Hey, Swan!" Hanza yelled. "We need your services!"
Suddenly in a burst of smoke Swan appeared. "Yes?"
"You's the devil!" Rhett screamed at Swan, fumbling for his rifle. "And you's
the devil's consorts!" he screamed at the two girls. "Back demon! Back!" and
he began firing madly causing no damage whatsoever to the feathered man ahead of
him.
"Stop that, sir. You may keep your weapon, but cease your fruitless fire."
Rhett was so stunned he just stood there. "Now girls, how may I be of
assistance?"
"We need a list and the backgrounds of all the souls you sish us to...do
buisiness with," Hanza
explained.
Rhett suddenly began charging Swan, but before he reached him Swan said," I
will send what you have asked for," and disappeared right before he was impaled
on the end of Rhett's gun. Shocked, Rhett skidded to a halt, turned wildly and
accosted Jae and Hanza.
"You two is in with the devil! You're swan worshippers!!!"
"It would appear as such," Hanza said illusively.
"Appeey-ah? What kinda crazy talk is that? I just saw you femmes conversin'
with the devil!!!"
"Hey, listen up," Jae said. "We need your name and the last things you
remember, otherwise we will all be doomed to hell for eternity."
"But I just..." Rhett mumbled. "It don't make any sense."
Then, astonishingly, a small green backpack appeared mid-air and fell between
Hanza and Jae. Inside was a folder...
A/N: as soon as J ("Jae") writes more then you'll get it!