A/N: apologies for this taking forever and a half. School and work have been killing me, so I haven't really had the time to just sit and type. I've been trying to figure out which direction I'm taking the story in, and I think I've came to a good decision. Some will like it, some will not, I'm sure. Oh wells. Enjoy Nina's story. (And maybe Kenny's choice).

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Kenny and Nina walked quietly back towards the hospital, the only sound being the snow crunching beneath their feet. Well, Kenny's anyway. Nina just let her feet slide through the ice, not leaving so much as a dent in the surface. He observed this with a quirked eyebrow. Nina felt so real to him...yet not even inanimate objects were able to grasp her presence...did that make him something else? Was he no longer human?

"I'm dead, Kenny. It's obvious that I'm not going to make any damage." Kenny shot his head up at her voice and blinked at her. They stopped in mid-stride and stared at each other.

After an agonizingly long time, Kenny finally shook his head and sighed. "I have no idea how to help you, Kid."

Nina smiled gently and placed a loving hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I have all the time in the world. You have your own issues to deal with," she gestured towards the hospital in the distance. He followed her motion and sighed once more, starting to lead forward. She followed, moving her hand from his shoulder and linking their arms together. Despite the coldness about her, Kenny felt a small amount of warmth from the friendly gesture.

Kenny took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Things were just not going as planned. He thought that this job of his would be tough, but he never thought for one second that it would take such a toll on his mental being. And with Kyle's ordeal being thrown into the mix...everything just seemed to be crashing down on top of him, and he was starting to run out of oxygen.

"Any idea what you're going to do, Kenny?" Nina asked softly. He continued to stare ahead of them and shook his head sadly.

"No, I don't. On one hand, Satan told me he might not make it out of the hospital...and I don't want to lose him. On the other, it's not really fair to put him through the stress of this job. No offense, Nina, but these cases are fucking hard to cope with."

She nodded, "I understand. I wouldn't be able to deal with other people's pain quite like that...however, I think Kyle would be good at this job." Kenny turned towards her with a raised eyebrow. "Well, think about it," she began. "He's pretty much in the same type of situation as a bunch of these lost souls, right? He'd probably be able to figure out their turmoils pretty easily. You did say he's a bright kid."

"True. But still, I don't think that someone who found the world to be bleak to the point of killing himself would be well suited to deal with all these other people's problems. That, and the fine print kind of sucks, too."

"What, you mean the three weeks of pain?"

"Yeah. I mean, I love him, Nina. I don't want to end up being the source of his agony...I've already done that to him once." She nodded softly as they came upon the glass doors of the hospital.

"Well, Kenny. I think you need to talk to him. Ask him in a hypothetical way which his choice would be."

"What if he's not honest because he thinks that it's not really happening? Then what do I do?"

"You just hope that he is telling the truth, I guess," she shrugged. "I think he would be honest. This isn't a 'would you choose red or blue' question. This is a deep and meaningful discussion for you two. It will be the epitome of your care for each other. He may recognize this and answer honestly. At least, I'm sure he'd try."

Kenny smiled gently and opened the door, allowing her to walk in ahead of him. One thing he was sure of: she was right. This was the epitome of it all. And he only had a few hours left.

"Kenny!" he heard shouting at him. He glanced up and saw Stan waving at him frantically. He ran up to get to the other teen.

"What's wrong?"

"Why wouldn't you answer your fucking cell phone? We've been trying to call you for the past two hours!" Kenny dug his phone at of his pocket and flipped it open, to find a black screen.

"Fuck, it died on me. Why did you need me?" Kenny watched with concern as Stan's face turned from a scowl into a sad and defeated pout.

"Kyle's getting worse...they don't think he's going to make it." Kenny and Nina's jaws dropped.

"B-but...he was fine! He woke up! He...he hugged me!" Kenny protested. Stan shook his head softly.

"They say that he's lost too much blood...I...I guess I didn't get to him fast enough," he bit his bottom lip.

"No," Kenny whispered, shaking his head disbelievingly. "I-I gotta see him!" He pushed past Stan and ran towards Kyle's room, hearing Stan following him closely. Nina ran by his side, gliding through whatever obstacles laid in her way. As he approached the room, he met three pairs of sobbing eyes, and another dark set looking at him tiredly.

"Hey, Poor-boy," the exhausted stare spoke softly. "I think he woke up...for a bit. You might as well go make out with him." Kenny stared at him and nodded. He guessed that that was the Cartman way of saying to enjoy his time with Kyle while he could. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, making way to the weak figure in white.

The boy stared at him as he approached, an oxygen mask over his face and a defeated gleam in his eyes. His skin was even paler than before, his body laying still as though it were completely broken. Kenny looked at the nurse and Dr. Richards. "Could you give me and Kyle some time, Doc?" he asked softly.

The doctor looked at him and nodded. Before leaving however, he placed his hand on Kenny's shoulder and guided him away from the sick boy, leaning in closer to him to whisper to him. "He's...he's not got a lot of time, Kenny. Make it count." He sympathetically patted his shoulder before leaving and motioning for the nurse to join him. Kenny made his way back to the bed as they shut the door with Nina following them.

Now completely alone, Kenny felt the tears streaming down his face, though he wasn't even aware that he was crying. Kyle stared back at him, looking at his face with great interest. Kenny leaned down and gently kissed his forehead, placing his hand atop the soft pillow of curls on his frail head.

As Kenny pulled away and took a seat beside him, Kyle took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "So...it wasn't a dream," he whispered meekly. Kenny bit his lip.

"No...no it wasn't." Kyle slowly lifted his eyelids, a small smile visible behind his mask.

"I'm glad," he whispered. Kenny's eyes widened as he saw something strange: Kyle's aura was slowly fading from it's usual golden glow to a pale blue. He shook his head softly.

"You...you're leaving me. You promised you wouldn't," he choked out.

Kyle's smile faded slightly. "We can't always...fulfill our promises, Kenny. I'll see you when you die...right? We'll see each other every day...and we'll be happy, right?"

Kenny stared at him, unsure of just how to respond. Slowly, he shook his head. "No, Ky," he whispered, the tears streaming harder now. "I...I broke the curse...I'm not going to die every day anymore. I should have told you earlier."

Kyle's eyes widened. "H-how?"

"I...I can't tell you, Kyle. I can't. I promised," he sniffed.

"So...I won't see you anymore?" Kyle whispered, his eyes watering.

Kenny took a few rapid breaths before throwing his face into one of his palms and letting out a sob. He just cried, afraid to look Kyle in the face again. Afraid to face those beautiful, guilt-ridden eyes. He looked at his knee as Kyle slowly put his hand atop it.

"I'm not mad, Kenny...I'll have something to look forward to," Kyle stated. Kenny shot his head up and stared into what he feared. "I'm an idiot, Kenny. I should have just told you sooner."

"No, no, I'm the idiot. I didn't see how upset you were...and I just fucked everything up," Kenny sniffed.

Kyle just shook his head gently. "No, Kenny. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you did everything right. You were there when I needed you...you were the one person I could look at and find a purpose in my life...you were the only person to ever put me first. I...I can't thank you enough, Kenny."

"Kyle...I...thank you. Thank you for being you, Kyle. I never would have stayed out of trouble were it not for you. I would have wound up in jail years ago...I never would have gotten my act together...Kyle, my life would have been a complete waste of time were it not for you," he paused and bit his lip. "And I don't think that it'll mean anything if you're gone."

Kyle frowned at this. "I need you to stay alive for me, Kenny. I need to know that you're okay...and that Stan's okay. I need you to keep me alive in some way, Kenny. I...I regret this now. I was fucking stupid, and I'm dealing with my consequences." Kenny's mind flashed back to Danny before confronting the image playing out in front of him once more. "Please, Kenny...I need someone to take care of Ike...and to tell my parents that I love them, regardless of what they did to me. Kenny...will you do that for me?"

Kenny stared at him, his blue gaze blurring quickly. He couldn't find the words he so wanted to say...just three simple little words. Words that so easily tumbled off of his tongue while he was in the heat of the moment all those many times in the past. But now...now he couldn't force himself to speak them. For to say them aloud, would mean that he would have to listen, and his heart just couldn't take the truth as it was about to be stolen from him. The most important moment in his life, the loss of the one person he'd ever held dear...it was actually happening. And he couldn't say what he so needed to say. But was there any point in such a statement now? Though it had never been said before, they knew it was true. They had felt for each other for seventeen years, through all of their hardships and games of life. And now, these feelings had merely escalated to those above that of friendship, into something deeper and more connected. There was no need for words, the moment was enough.

"Kenny...I'm not going to last much longer. Will you do me a favor?" Kyle asked gently. Kenny looked at him and nodded.

"Anything, Kyle."

"Take this mask off of me...I want you to suffocate me." Kenny's eyes widened at this.

"I-I can't kill you, Kyle. I just c-can't."

Kyle chuckled softly. "It'd make me happy. I didn't mean I want you to slam a pillow over my face, Kenny."

Kenny bit his lip as he caught Kyle's meaning.

"You're sure?"

"Nothing would make me happier, Kenny."

Kenny swallowed and stood up from his seat. He gingerly removed the mask from Kyle's nose and face, slowly moving in towards him. He locked lips with him and tenderly massaged his frail mouth with his own. Kyle slightly parted his lips and Kenny moved his tongue in-between them, outlining their soft form. Kyle met his tongue with Kenny's, caressing it gently in-between shallow breaths, taking in every crevice and taste-bud. Kenny raised his arms and hugged Kyle gently as he continued to kiss him deeply. Kyle weakly returned the gesture, and pulled himself closer to Kenny's warm frame. Kenny could feel him growing weaker, could hear the heart monitor slowing, and yet he refused to let himself cry.

This was their moment. Nothing was going to get in their way. No tears, no breaths, no regrets.

Kenny felt Kyle slightly break apart and whisper 'bye' into his mouth as his heart monitor was reduced to a long, steady tone. Kenny broke his mouth apart from Kyle's, but refused to let go. He continued to hold onto him, sobbing gently into the boy's neck, allowing his tears to soak his skin and gown. After a few moments, he finally lowered the boy gently back onto the bed and stared at him. His curls were flowing gently around his face, his mouth was open ever-so slightly, his beautiful, emerald eyes concealed behind his pale eyelids and his thick lashes. Kenny began to shake violently, and he leaned in, brushing stray curls from the boy's forehead, and kissing it softly.

He fell to his knees at his side and cried. He cried for what felt like eternity. He was gone...He was too late.

The devil had lied.

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Kenny sat in Dr. Richard's office, blankly staring at the wall in front of him. Nina sat beside him, her hand on his knee in attempted comfort. Kenny found that he had a difficult time dealing with his grief. Every little thing he saw made him think of Kyle in some way.

The pale yellow on the walls reminded him of Kyle's pasty skin. The pencil on the desk in front of him made him think of Kyle writing in English. The soda can in his hand reminded him of when he broke Kyle's finger...every little thing. He felt compelled to cry again, but kept calm. He needed to speak to the doctor without having a breakdown...and he'd just cried too damn much in the past few hours.

Stan and the others had all left for a while. They'd gone to inform their families of the news, and to tell their families not to tell the Broflovski's just yet. That would be Kenny's job. Kenny wasn't looking forward to that particular task, he wanted nothing more than to scream at them and wave sharp utensils at them wildly...but he had to keep his promise to Kyle, so he was going to make himself behave when the time arose. The news would be all over the school by tomorrow, another thing to not look forward to. Now everyone would be spreading rumors about Kyle...his reputation was going to be completely tarnished. It was devastating to think about.

Kenny sighed, exhaling with a quivering breath. He looked around Dr. Richard's office, his eyes landing on a picture on the top of a file cabinet in the corner. He stood up and walked towards it, raising his eyebrow in confusion when he got to it. It was a picture of the Richards family...minus a certain someone.

"Nina, why aren't you in this picture?" Nina stood up and walked over towards him to see the image for herself.

"Oh. That was a church picnic the four of them went on. I didn't go since the church hated me."

"The church doesn't hate anyone, Nina."

"Except for gays, pro-choicers, free thinkers, non-Christians, those who don't donate, Atheists...,"

"Okay, okay, I get it. They can be a bit...judgmental. It's just the way that they are, like all other religions."

"Exactly. That's why I wouldn't associate myself to one of them. I didn't want to feel like a heartless bastard who could only really care for those who had interests similar to mine."

"Now that is bullshit. Kyle is...," he winced, "was Jewish. I'm the sorta Catholic. We had differences on opinions within our religions but we still cared for each other. Just because a certain group didn't accept you doesn't mean that the whole genre in its entirety doesn't."

"I know, but still. It was a pretty large group."

"What matters are the people closest to you. Did they accept you?"

"...Not everyone," she whispered. "Dad and Noah...they...they were pretty pissed that I wasn't a Christian. Even more angry by claiming myself as an Atheist. They're about as devout as it gets."

"That would create some problems," Kenny mused thoughtfully. "You said that Jan accepted you...how about your mom and Will?"

"Well, Will was too young to really have that big of an opinion on religion, my mom was cool with it. Though she called it just a 'passing rebellious phase' and it pissed me off, but other than that she was totally cool with it. As long as I wasn't sacrificing goats and staining the carpet, she was happy with whatever choice I made."

"I have a feeling that this is somehow related to the reason you're stuck," Kenny stated thoughtfully, his mind drifting back to his vision of shadows.

"Why?"

"You wanted acceptance, maybe?" Kenny guessed. Nina just shrugged at him and he sighed. They shot their heads towards the door to the office as it creaked open and Dr. Richards stepped in.

"Hello, Kenny," he greeted softly.

"Hey."

"You holding up alright?"

Kenny sighed. "About as well as expected."

The doctor nodded in understanding as he walked towards Kenny. "I see you found my picture," he smiled.

"Is this your family?"

"Yup, we're all there...aside from my daughter, that is."

"Why isn't she there?"

The doctors smile dropped. "She didn't partake in church activities. She called herself an Atheist."

"What do you mean she 'called herself' one?" Kenny asked, his eyebrow slightly raised.

"I think she just said that to defy her mother and I. She was raised as a Christian, and she died as one, regardless of what she might have believed," he snapped.

Kenny's eyes flickered towards Nina, who looked as though she was desperately trying to hold back tears. "So...she died?"

The doctor's face fell further. "Yes...she had leukemia. She...she died earlier today," he trailed off.

"Why the hell are you here if your daughter just died, Doctor?!" Kenny half-shouted.

Dr. Richards looked unaffected by his outburst, merely taking slow blinks. "I have work to do, Kenny. Kyle was my priority. Besides, I don't think that I could see her," he sat down and massaged his temple with his right hand.

"Why not?" Kenny asked with a quieter tone, sitting across his desk from him with Nina behind him, looking at her father distraughtly.

"Kenny, you have your own issues. You don't need to know mine."

"I'm curious, so sue me. Besides, I'd rather not talk about Kyle right now."

"You think that I want to talk about Nina, though?"

"Nina? I like that name. What was she like?" Kenny stared at him expectantly. He used to think that his required theatre class was a conspiracy to destroy the heterosexual population of South Park, but he couldn't be more thankful for it right then.

"She was...different. She was a good kid...she was just so damn stubborn."

"Bet it runs in the family," Kenny smirked, prompting a soft chuckle out of Nina.

The doctor returned a small smile. "I suppose it does. Noah, her older brother, was just like her...aside from the religion issue, that is. He's studying to be a minister, so it was quite...interesting to hear him discuss his studies and listen to Nina's retorts."

"I'm guessing that you always took Noah's side?"

"Well, no. I took my God's side. I loved Nina as a daughter, but I can't place a mortal above my God. Noah just happened to be on the same side."

"Well...that's a bit harsh. I mean, she was your flesh and blood, Dude."

"As is my God," he stated robotically. No wonder Kenny stopped going to church after he turned 13. He obviously had not been there when God actually came forward in front of the residents of South Park. Nothing about him was created from that furry cretin.

"Well...what'd you say to her?"

He shrugged. "I told her that she was condemning herself to the fiery pits of damnation and that she needed to repent her sins. She didn't listen and now she's probably learning her lesson." Kenny's jaw dropped. How fucking cruel! Regardless of the fact that his 'facts' were completely wrong, he still felt so fucking angry for that comment. He didn't turn to see, but he could hear Nina walking away towards the opposite side of the room, sobbing.

"How dare you," he whispered bitterly.

"I beg your pardon?"

Kenny gazed into his eyes, his blue iris' aflame with determination and fury. "You dare to call yourself a man of the peaceful rites? She was your daughter! I bet you didn't even visit her before she died! You promote your ideals of a loving and caring God, while simultaneously bashing down anyone who doesn't meet your specific description?! That's disgusting! It's no wonder Nina was an Atheist! I would have been, too, living with all that hypocritical hype spewing out of your bread-eating mouth! I can't believe that someone like you is a doctor! Tell me, did you tell the same things to Kyle because he was Jewish?!"

Richards stared at him for a moment before furrowing his brow. "I don't bring religion into medicine's world, Kenny. I pray for my patients, but I don't tell them what they should do."

"Maybe you should have done that with Nina, too," Kenny spit out, still raging.

The doctor bit his bottom lip and sighed heavily. "I...I know. I should have been there. I should have helped her through instead of telling her that she was doomed for her choices."

"You should tell her," Kenny spoke softly.

"What?"

"You heard me. You believe in spirits, right? Well, go talk to her. I'll leave you alone for a bit. Tell her how you feel."

"I...I don't pray in my office, Kenny. There's a place for that."

"Why? Isn't God omnipotent? Shouldn't he be listening no matter where you are? What difference does it make if you pray in Notre Dame or behind the dumpster at Shakey's? Now do it," he stood up and walked towards the door, winking at Nina as he passed her. She stared at him confused and tried to follow him out, but Kenny subtly motioned for her to stay put. He walked out of the room, shutting the door, but then cracking it open once more and placing his ear close to the opening.

"Nina...," Dr. Richards started. "I-I don't know if you're here right now. Maybe. I wouldn't know. I hope that you are though, because I have something to tell you. I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you. And...and I don't mean save you from Hell. I'm sorry that you inherited my horrible immune system...had you gotten your mothers, you might have made it. Nina, we loved...no. We love you. I as well as the rest of the family. We had our arguments...just as any family does. But I took it too far...," he paused. "Nina, you were a beautiful young lady. I'm sorry that I told you that you would be going to Hell. My God is a forgiving God, though. I'm sure that despite your beliefs, He will still grant you access to Heaven. You meant the world to me, Nina. To us. Noah even had a stroke of admiration for you, even though he was the target of many of your disputes. You were smart and you were going to take the world by storm. You made my life brighter, even though we had those stupid arguments. But given the circumstances, I'd gladly face them again if it meant getting to hear your brilliant retorts once more. Thank you, Nina. You made our family whole, and hopefully, we'll once again be whole sometime in the afterlife. I love you, Nina. Amen."

Kenny peered in towards Nina and smiled, gazing at her glow slowly changing into a familiar and comforting pink hue, with tears rolling down her face. "Come back in, Kenny," she whispered. He stood from his crouching position and wandered back towards his chair, staring at the doctor's face. He looked up towards the young blonde and smiled.

"That was a brilliant idea, Kenny. Thank you." Nina, starting to fade away, leaned atop his desk and kissed her father gently on his cheek. He shivered slightly, though took little note of the event. Nina turned and smiled brightly at Kenny.

"Thank you, Kenny. I won't pray for you, but I'll tell Kyle that you love him," she winked.

He nodded softly. "Thank you," he mouthed as she faded from sight. "So she just wanted to know that she was loved by her father...," he thought to himself.

"Kenny? You still awake there?"

He shook his head briefly, trying to thrash away his thoughts. "Yea."

"Good. We need to discuss Kyle now." Kenny bit his lip.

"What happened, Doc? He woke up, didn't he? I mean, he seemed okay!"

The doctor leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in contemplation. "You see, that's where I get stumped, too. Usually, once they wake up and have that much of a reaction, like being able to move or talk, people are able to make their recovery. However, Kyle just...I guess for lack of a better term fell. He seemed to be okay. His vital signs were all jumping up back to normal, his blood level was still low, but plenty to keep him alive. To be completely honest, I have no idea what happened," he leaned his forearms onto his desk. "Did you say something to upset him the first time you visited him alone, Kenny?"

"What? Why?"

"Well, it's possible that he just lost hope and he refused to allow his body to fight it off anymore...it has happened."

"No. In fact, he promised me that he wouldn't leave me...he fucking promised," Kenny repeated, choking slightly on the words.

"Then...I have no idea what happened. We'll continue to look into it...his body will be kept overnight before the autopsy...," he faded out in thought. Kenny looked down at his hands, curled up in tight fists atop his lap. They were shaking with confusion and fear. He screwed his eyes shut tight and bit his lip.

What'd happened? How? Why the hell did it have to be Kyle?!

Suddenly, his eyes opened once more. He shot up from his seat, Dr. Richards gazing at him in confusion.

"Kenny, are you alright?" He asked softly, but Kenny didn't hear him. His mind was too filled with thought, too desperate for an explanation. Suddenly, it struck him.

That son of a bitch...

Kenny looked towards Richards and nodded curtly. "I'm fine. I have to go. I'll be back sometime soon," and he turned to jolt out of the door.

He dashed past the rooms, past the receptionists, and finally out the door. He ran to his little clearing with Pancake's grave and fell to his knees, out of breath. Gasping repeatedly, trying to calm himself down, he finally stood back up and looked towards the grey sky, little snowflakes twirling down from the heavens to meet him. He took a deep breath and screamed.

"DAMIEN!"

He finished with a quavering tone, and fell to his knees once more as the ebon haired lad showed up beside him.

"Geez, Ken, you don't have to scream. I can hear you if you call me with your mind ya know," the demon boy complained.

Kenny stared at him with a hateful glaze. He stumbled out of his kneeling position, grabbing a fistful of Damien's shirt. "Take me to your father," he commanded in a low growl. "NOW." He insisted when Damien didn't respond. Damien pushed him off of himself and dusted his shirt.

"Why should I?"

"Because, I can't fucking get there myself and if your daddy wants this job of his done, he's going to have to fucking talk to me." Damien's eyes narrowed.

"Don't forget that you are under contract, McCormick. You can't refuse your responsibilities."

"Oh yes I can. My condition was you'd take what was dearest to me. Guess what, Demon-Boy? You fucking did. Your dad fucking took Kyle away from me. He couldn't have done anything that would have been worse. Now take me to see him!"

Damien glowered at him before finally shaking his head softly. "Fine. Grab on," he extended his arm towards Kenny, who took hold of it forcefully.

"Ah, hello, Kenny." He heard, opening his eyes. "You did well with Nina, though you didn't get her birthdate, but we can check on that later. You did excellent. Getting him to pray to her? Brilliant." Satan grinned at him.

Kenny didn't return the grin. "Where's Kyle?" He demanded.

"He's resting in my room," Damien grumbled. "It takes a lot out of you to die."

"Yeah, especially when you die by ways of Satan fucking cheating you," Kenny growled.

"Oh? And why do you say that, Kenny?" Satan inquired.

"Twenty-four hours. You told me I had twenty-four hours. You lied."

"Well, you weren't going to come to a decision in that time frame anyway, Kenny. And you know it."

"That's not the point!" Kenny screamed. "You didn't give me the time I wanted with him!"

"You could have had all the time in the world, but you chose to let him slowly die."

"He was getting better until you cheated!"

"Listen to me, Kenny. I did what was best for both of you. Kyle was suicidal. You have a job to do. It'd just make your life easier."

Kenny slammed his palm down onto the desktop in front of him. "No, it'd make yours easier, you fucking liar! Because you just didn't want Kyle to distract me from my cases! That's it, isn't it?!"

Satan shook his head. "That was not my intention, Kenny. You and I both know that Kyle wouldn't have handled that job well. It's best that you didn't take the deal."

Kenny bit his lip and eyed up his demon adversary before breaking into an evil grin. "You're right, Satan. It's best I didn't take that deal. Because I'm making one of my own...with an offer you can't possibly refuse."

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A/N: Baha, Godfather reference XD...(Even though I totally didn't realize it until just now, haha)

And ANOTHER cliffhanger. I'm a total bitch, I know.

Oh my god, I killed Kyle! I'm such a fucking bastard. (Lame, I know, but I don't care. I just got done going from school to work and doing nonstop crap for 13 hours, so get off my back.)

Don't worry, this story is far from over =)

Oh, and Nina! Nina was like, me. An Atheist trapped in a theist's world. It sucks to be me, and I deal with the same crap that Nina went through before she died. It's horribly depressing. Oh well, I'll survive.

And I am aware that Atheist is supposed to be spelled with an undercase 'A', but I don't do that. If Christian is capitalized, then so is Atheist. I get counted down on all of my school papers for leaving it capitalized, but damn it, it's the principle of the thing.

Thanks for reviewing! I really appreciate it and I hope you liked the death scene...as much as one could. I liked the way I had Kyle go out, did you?