When you see a dead person, you generally picture zombies or some corpesish thing. That was not the case with Ivypool. In fact, he looked normal except for the edges of his figure which shimmered slightly, and faded around the edges.

She let out a high-pitched scream, terror shining in her eyes. She knew who he was. A Latino man with a twisted leg, he looked just like the wanted posters.

Brokenstar.

Now if the fact he was an insane psychopathic murderer wasn't bad enough, she also knew he was dead.

He was very very dead.

And the great leader seemed to be playing Temple run.

He had two iPhone like devices in his hand, one looked just like an iPhone, and that was the one he was playing Temple run on, while the other was a black tablet. He looked up.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"That depends. Where the hell is here?" Ivypool felt proud for how calm she was considering the situation.

"Your a girl. How did you end up here?" He put down the phone things and walked towards her.

"I went to sleep. Now I'm... here...wherever that is..."

Brokenstar stopped a couple feet away from her and crossed his arms.

"Your not another one of Hawkfrost's girlfriends are you? I told him to either keep them out of hell or I'll make 'em a permanent resident."

"No! Hawkfrost is not my boyfriend! Now what do you mean hell? Is this an afterlife?"

Fear boiled in her stomach. If she had died, who would protect her sister? Thoughts flashed through her head, of questions people had spent many years trying to answer.

"Is there a God? Is this an afterlife? What religion is correct? Is there heaven?"

"Honey, if there was a heaven, or a God, I would be the last person to know about it. I have no idea. This is a completely separate religion I guess you could call it. I have no idea, but ask The People of the Stars, they might know."

"What."

"How long have you been dead?"

"I'm not dead!"

"That's impossible. Unless you were invited. And you're a girl, so I sure as hell didn't!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Now tell me why you have an iPhone."

"I am trying to wire the wifi."

"WHAT? Why? Because you want to watch Bart Baker, and see what The Honey Badger Don't care is all about? Kill some minecraft zombies?"

"Yes honey, that's what I would be doing. Not hacking the government, setting traps, wiring guns that can be turned off fro a distance, I'm updating my Facebook."

"Makes sense. I doubt you have many friends."

"I doubt you can afford an iPhone."

Ivypool winced. That stung. "Yes well-" She paused trying to think of an insult.

"What's your name?"

"Ivypool." The second she said that, she regretted it. Why on earth would she tell Brokenstar who she was?

Well who says I'm on earth?

"I have a question, does being in Hell make you ugly or were you always this bad looking?"

Brokenstar sighed. "Can you shut up and let me finish?"

"No."

"Can you move?"

"No."

"Can you leave?"

"No."

"Is that the only word you know?"

"No."

"I give up. I can dodge bullets, hack anything, escape countless prisons, but I can't do teenage girls. BREEZEPELT."

"WHAT."

Ivypool looked to the left to see a hammock of sorts holding a lump she assumed to be Breezepelt.

"I need you to deal with Ivypool here."

"First rule, don't put a teenage boy with a teenage girl." Breezepelt rolled over, pulling his cap over his face.

Brokenstar flipped out a dagger and threw it at Breezepelt's face. It missed his nose by centimeters, ripping the cap clean off his head.

"Okay okay I'm coming" Breezepelt grumbled jumping down and landing neatly beside them.

"Want do you want?"

Brokenstar pointed at Ivypool. "Show her the way out."

Breezepelt crouched.

"I would be happy to."

OMG you guys have been so encouraging. Thank you all so so much, you are just wonderful.

Now I'm starting a points system. Whoever has the most points at the end of the story I will read all their fanfictions and you will get a spot in Awards.

Sorry about the really slow update. :P

School starts tomorrow DX

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