I decided that if I don't keep updating regularly, I'll probably end up forgetting about this thing and then I'll lose my groove and the whole story will end. I don't want that to happen! Here you go, I'm trying my best here. Enjoy it, hopefully I will enjoy writing it...

He paused, searching for words. As far as I could tell, he had no luck. "Well," he began, treading cautiously. "The vision I had was about you."

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What a way to ruin my day. Thanks, Magnus.

"What?"

His head hung low, his breath finally slowing. "You were in my vision."

"Yes, I got that. But what the hell? You just pinned me down and froze like a damn statue. I was stuck for like five minutes!" I rubbed at the new bruises on my wrist.

"I know, and I really am sorry. I usually have visions during near death experiences."

"Near death? We were about to have sex! What about that is near death? Am I really that ugly?"

"No, of course not! I don't know what happened! I swear!"

My skin was still flushed, and the fact that Magnus' sweaty shirt made his muscles evident didn't help the situation. I averted my eyes, hoping to not get too aroused in the middle of an argument. "Look, Magnus. I don't know what's going on, and at this point I don't expect to anytime soon. But could you at least tell me what the vision was about?"

He was silent; I knew what he was gonna say. "Sorry... I can't."

I shrugged, scowling. Throwing my hands up, I turned to leave. "Look, I'm gonna go home. If you wanna stop keeping secrets, come find me."

"Grayson," he began, but as I started walking, he gave up. Sighing, he laid down on the bed in defeat, hands over his face. Damn it, now I felt guilty. But I knew I couldn't stop now, or I'd look like a pushover. Oh well, guess I gotta choose my petty 'manly pride' over the success of my love life. Again.

As I strode down the hall of Floor 19, I looked out for the elevator. Hoping to not embarrass myself to ask for help, I planned to search for an exit downstairs. Nervously, I pressed the down button and prepared for the awkward descent. Unfortunately, I had no idea just how awkward it would be. As the elevator door opened, I saw a redheaded girl with freckles. She was scowling like she had just been in a wrestling match. Beside her was a very tall-very buff-young man with a thick beard and a large axe strapped behind him. The beard was a bit much, but if anyone could kill me, I'd want it to be him. But enough of me, back to the elevator.

"Goin' down?" The redheaded girl asked, seeming not to truly care. She had a heavy Irish accent and a roughness that would have granted her a job as an army cook. Probably a dyke, but hey, who am I to judge?

"Yeah, I'm going to the lobby." I stepped inside, taking the opposite side of the girl, but remaining next to the man. He smiled briefly, and I smiled back, attempting to look attractive, but obviously failing. The girl clearly noticed, and growled a little. Huh, guess she's not lesbian after all. After a moment of silence, she began talking.

"So, I haven't seen you around before. You're a new arrival?"

"Uh, yeah. I was just visiting my boy... My friend."

"Really now." Clearly she wasn't impressed. "So, my name is Mallory Keen, and this is my boyfriend Halfborn."

Ugh. What do you know, he's straight and taken. "Ah, I see."

Mallory nodded brusquely, having proved her point. "So, aren't ya gonna tell me your name?"

"Oh, of course. I'm Grayson."

"Hmm. And how did you die?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Uh... Well, I..."

She looked at me expectantly, which didn't make matters easier. "Well, I... gotta go. See ya." Just in time, the elevator doors opened and I briskly walked out, glad to have escaped that moment. It's not everyday you get interrogated by two dead people in an elevator in the afterlife.

As I quickly made my way to the main lobby, I noticed more and more people had appeared with exotic weapons. They watched me as I passed them, so I hoped I'd be out of there soon. I stood out from the others since I lacked armor and a crazy weapon, and for once, I didn't like the attention. Soon, however, I came across a familiar face. Wonderful, it's the competition.

Alex Fierro, sporting the typical odd colors, was lounging on a small couch and smiled briefly as I approached. It was at this point that I hoped I hadn't come across as too much of a bitch to her or him earlier.

"Hey, Alex. How are you?" I was trying SO hard to not be a bitch, but it was a hard habit to break.

"I'm fine. I see you met Mallory and Halfborn over there," they gestured vaquely toward the direction I came from. I shuddered at the thought, worried that if I thought about that muscled Viking too much, the little ginger would sense my thoughts and shank my gay ass.

"Yeah his biceps are pretty impressive," I murmured, forgetting for a moment that Alex was there. Unfortunately, she heard me. "Oh. Well I see where your mind has been."

"Well can you blame me?" I questioned defensively, humiliated that I just couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"I'm not trying to be judgemental or anything. I just thought you and Magnus were a thing."

"Well that was certainly the plan..." I muttered, shaking my head. "I just get extra slutty when I'm stressed."

"Okay," Alex murmured, eyebrows raised. "So is that a gay guy thing or..."

"It's just a me thing. I'm a hoe, I admit it."

"Relatable."

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. I was glad to have found her before I found someone dangerous.

"So, right now I plan on leaving. Do you happen to know how to get out?"

"You're leaving? Are you going on a quest or something?"

Confused, I shook my head. "Uh, no. I'm just going back home."

"But..." they began. I noticed her pondering through what I'd said. "Wait, you aren't dead?"

"No, and I don't plan on changing that at this point."

Just as I finished speaking, a wild eyed young man with a spear came running in with nothing on but a loin cloth. Slightly startled, I grimaced. Alex glanced at me and stifled a laugh. "Don't worry about him, he's just prepping for the battle practice later."

"Hmm. Pleasant."

I watched for a little longer as he enthusiastically shouted at the poor people sitting around. I looked at Alex again. "You know, he'd be a little more pleasant to look at if he actually had muscles."

"Oh yeah. All the confident ones never have anything to be confident about."

"Amen to that." As I calmed down, I began thinking. Should I really leave right now? I kind of left Magnus in the dust upstairs. I'm probably being petty.

As if to cut off my thoughts, I was traumatised by the loin cloth guy impaling a young teen on the couch. My jaw dropped and my eye twitched; I hardly believed my eyes. The bloody tip of the spear stuck out of the couch, and the guy's eyes rolled to the back of his head. After a moment or two, just enough to permanently scar me, he disintegrated. Well shit.

"Um, he just killed that guy!" I shouted, my heart racing. He turned to me excitedly. Alex's eyes widened and their facial expression grew nervous. "Um, Gray, it isn't what you think. He's immortal."

I didn't hear anything over my pulse thundering in my ears as he quickly approached me. Shit shit shit! I can't die yet!

"He's mortal, you dumbass," I heard Alex shout as he held his spear in position. The last thing I heard was my own screech as the tip penetrated my stomach and I blacked out.

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I sighed as Magnus caressed my cheek. It was night, and the moon was bright enough to light up the outside just a little. I looked into his eyes and focused on his thumb rubbing over my lip. Content, I relaxed into the bed. Valhalla was a place of the imagination, we were in a small house. My eyes closed as I listened to him breathe, and I tried to match his breaths. Sex wasn't on my mind at this point, (for once), and sleep seemed much more appealing. There was a faint pain in my stomach, but it dissipated in a moment.

"Grayson, I'm sorry."

The sudden voice startled me, but I was careful not to jolt. "Sorry for what, Magnus?" I opened my eyes, only to find his still closed. "Magnus?"

"I'm so sorry."

The voice was his, I was certain... I think. But his mouth wasn't moving. He seemed to be asleep.

"I can't believe I let this happen to you."

Okay, what the fuck was going on? Was I going crazy? Maybe I smoked a blunt or two earlier.

"Please... Please, just wake up."

I rolled over until air was on my back. Outside, the moon grew brighter. Oh shit, was this house possessed? As I squinted against the growing light, the voice grew louder and louder. I covered my ears as they ringed, squinting against the light and bundling up into a ball.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I groaned as I began to shake. "Stop!"

"Grayson?!"

The ringing stopped, the light faded, and the shaking slowed. As my vision cleared, I saw Alex, Magnus, and Loin-Cloth-Dude hovering over me.

"Oh thank the gods you're awake!"

I looked down at my stomach, feeling Magnus' hands pressing down on where a spear had once protruded from me. To my surprise, I didn't notice a wound there anymore.

"Magnus? Did I die?"

"No, you're perfectly fine." He grinned as he suddenly slumped onto my chest.

"Sorry," Alex apologised. "It takes a lot of energy to heal people, and even more to heal someone so close to death." She shot a glare at the perpetrator, who grimaced and hung his head.

"Yeah, sorry about that, bro. I thought you were immortal like the rest of us."

"Do you usually enjoy running people through with spears?"

"Well, sure, but usually they just get revenge on me later. My name's Diego, by the way."

"Huh." Diego. I'll be sure to forget that name just to spite him.

"Well, whatever. Could you help me get Magnus off to his bed or something?"

"Oh, about that..." Alex looked at me sheepishly. "Magnus said you wanted to go home, so we aren't in Valhalla right now."

I looked around and found her to be correct. We were back in downtown Boston, only a block from my apartment building. "Well shit." I murmured, exhaling in the cold. "Follow me, and take Magnus with you. We're going to my place."

However, as I began to stand, I felt a severe pain in my stomach and trembled. "Fuck, that hurts," I hissed as Diego grabbed me. He held one of my arms over his shoulder, and helped me to my building.

"Hey, guys?" Alex was still with Magnus, but I couldn't hear her. "Guys!"

She looked down at Magnus' sleeping form. "Well, guess I'm dragging you."

Yay! I'm still updating even though I probably should focus on things like school work. Oh well. Hopefully this was enjoyable, at least a little. The exposition should be coming to a close shortly, so I apologize for the slowness so far. The story should start kicking up soon, though, so be prepared. Love you guys! See ya later.