A/N: Weeeeeeeeeelll, just got time today to write, so let's see if I can finish the chapter by the end of today. Nope, never mind, it's a week later.

Death

Somewhere in the outskirts of a Nebraska field, there was a small house. There lived a man, his wife, and their three children. One glance, and you'd see a regular family. Give it a second look, and you could already see the chaos.

The man, at age 43, was a fat, balding brute. His breath never ceased to smell of alcohol. He wasn't happily married, he wasn't a loving father, and he was the farthest thing from compassion to any individual.

The wife was a medium-sized 39-year-old. She was always out of the house, most of the time at clubs or bars, and always carrying a bag of marijuana with her. She had many "gentleman callers" in her time, and even ten years ago she would have loved to divorce her abusive husband and go with another man. Unfortunately, he would never agree to a divorce, and would hit her anytime she brought it up.

The first child was a girl, who, (at the age of 10), had already picked up some of her mother's habits. By the age of fourteen she was a full-blown addict who had already lost her virginity, and by the age of sixteen she was the community slut.

The second child was a boy, he wasn't the man's child though, so he was treated the harshest. He, (unlike the rest of his family), liked the idea of being more than a file creature, and decided to study the world. He usually did various tests with the animals his dad would trap.

Then the last was a little boy. He only made it to three.

It was on July 4th, 1999...

'NO!'

He shook his head violently, trying desperately to get rid of the thought. He needed to get on with the task at hand. It was time to make one final test before taking his month-long break. Yet another constant to the experiment.

Leanne

Gaston and Kevin had finally gotten the other two doors open. Inside the first room there was a painting on the wall of a skull, and in the second there was the corpse of the greek god of death.

"Poor guy." Leanne heard Mykklaw say.

"Wait," Leanne asked, "how can he die if he's a god?"

Kevin looked like he was thinking hard, then spoke.

"Well, I'd think it makes about as much sense as when all of the villains, and you, came from hell."

Leanne felt a little defensive. "Hey, I didn't come from hell. I just saw all of the villains and thought I'd tag along."

"So where did you see the villains if they came directly from hell?"

Leanne now felt curious. How did he know they came straight from hell?

"How do you know that?"

"It just looked that way. So, you were previously in hell?"

"Well... yeah."

Most of the people in the room looked a little surprised. Leanne felt a mixture of embarrassment, and nervousness for how people might see her now. Kevin nodded.

"Nothing to be ashamed o- ok maybe it is, but it happens to a lot of people. Some just weren't the type to do good in life."

Olivia (who, along with Lucas had made a full recovery thanks to the medicine) gasped a little.

"How could you say that! Hell is for the worst people imaginable, hell is for people like Hitler and Bin Laden, it's where the devil lives. Shouldn't we be worried that she went there?"

Kevin smiled. "Doesn't mean anything."

Olivia looked like she was ready to explode.

"WHAT! HOW COULD THAT NOT MEAN ANYTHING!"

Kevin held his hand up.

"I meant it doesn't mean anything to us. I mean, half of us came from hell, and from the way death put it, the rest of us deserve to be there."

Olivia walked up and was about to slap Kevin, when he stopped her slap and slapped her.

Olivia now looked like she was ready to cry. She ran out of the room.

Leanne was stunned, and she was sure mostly everyone around her was too.

Kevin sighed. "Can someone go calm her down, I don't feel like it."

Mykklaw, Lucas, and Zira left.

Scar yawned. Leanne felt herself get a little tired as well. The two of them walked back to their room.

Olivia

HOW DARE HE! He had a point. NO HE DIDN'T! Well... SHUT UP!

Olivia kept having thoughts about what pasty face had said. "I am not going to hell, I haven't done anything wrong."

Yes you have, you ended that one girl's life.

NO! I... SHE DESERVED IT!

She deserved not to be tortured by you.

I DIDN'T TORTURE HER!

Yes, you did. You forced her to end her existence.

THAT'S NOT TRUE.

Just because your father bribed the officials to say that doesn't make reality bend to it.

THAT WON'T MAKE ME GO TO HELL!

Yes, yes it will. You deserve to go there, and you know it. You didn't feel any empathy, you enjoyed the sweet taste of power over someone who let themself be tortured and insulted.

Y...Yes.

She was insecure, so you needed to destroy her before she could truly be someone.

Yes.

She was weak, so you got rid of the weak. There was no need for her, so you disposed of the trash.

YES.

You enjoyed it too.

YES!

"Heh, hahahahahahah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!"

Olivia fell to the floor, twitching.

A/N: Just wanted to hurry up and get this update done. I started this thing last week and wanted to get it done then, but I kept getting busy. So.. enjoy :)

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