Hehe, just when you thought we were through w/ the skateboarding crap, I threw more at you, lol...

You deserve money if you still follow what the story is really about at this point :-p
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After that point, though, you no longer deserve money :-p
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*Razor was greeted with darkness about him. Off in the distance, he saw something. It was very much like a silhouette, and it looked kind of like the gates to a cemetery. Struck with remembrance, Razor began to head toward the silhouette, and as he got nearer, he got warmer. He didn't care, and soon broke into a sprint toward the ominous gates, and soon found himself on the other side of them, the smell of brimstone filling his nose. He proceeded onward, through what seemed to him to be deserted streets, empty hulls of buildings seemed to be the only sign of any past life around. A ghost town, it seemed... a ghost town in Hell. Razor still didn't feel alone, though, as he walked the scorched ground, the flames occasionally kissing his flesh, singing his fur and causing him pain. It seemed to laugh at him. Razor continued on, suddenly remembering his mission, breaking into a frantic search. He heard a cry. A soft, helpless cry. He knew it to be his brother, but he was amazed, for he never heard his brother sound like that before. Razor found the direction of his brother's voice, and headed toward it, into a building that didn't seem to hold effects of age upon it. Razor shuddered as he realized that it looked and felt well-kept. He walked inside, and ran up, feeling pulled that way by his brother's now-meek voice. As he got to the outside of the room he was certain his brother was inside, he felt a sudden tug back, and before he knew what was going on, he found a pair of knives in his shoulders, and heard malign laughter. He wouldn't look; the pain was so intense it drove him blind. Razor then felt a scaled hand reach around his neck; a hot, scaled hand.*

*Razor awoke with a jolt, and looked around the room. He realized then that he had screamed, and Sparks was looking over at him in the other bed, amused. Razor looked around the room; he could still feel the creature's grip around his gullet. The thought made Razor shudder, and he put his head to his knees, trying to calm himself. He knew he was trembling, and his heart was beating loud enough for all to hear. Razor started to lie back down, and was just starting to fall back asleep when he heard a deep, powerful… frightening voice.*

Voice: Don't try to alter my domain's reality, Roi... worse will happen.

*Razor's heart stopped. Not having an answer, Razor waited for the voice to speak again, though he really hoped it wouldn't. Razor was relieved when he never heard the voice again, and he slowly drifted back to sleep.*

Voice: Fortune lies with me...

*Razor looked around, and saw himself back in the Hellish scene, now looking directly at a figure, black in its entirety. Even its eyes were black, not a dot of white in them to be found. Razor found himself no longer bound to a wall by daggers, though the wounds were still there. Razor felt the figure's hot arm curl around his shoulder, drawing him close. The other arm started stroking Razor's head... it seemed so comforting there, and Razor didn't have much hurry to leave until the same voice spoke down into his ear.*

Voice: Walk with me.

*It suddenly clicked with Razor, and he quickly pulled away, though the arm around his shoulder wouldn't let go. Razor tried to pull the arm off of him, and succeeded with such, and started to run away. He soon found himself not on the ground, but in the air, being lifted by one of his quills. Razor thrashed in vain, and soon found himself looking out across scorched landscape which twirled about him, and he soon landed upon the parched ground with a loud thud.*

*Again Razor jolted awake, and he sighed with frustration. The sigh was shaky, for he suddenly heard the voice again, this time more demanding*

Voice: Walk with me!

*Razor shook his head.*

Razor *under his breath*: Never.

*Razor checked the clock. It was 7:00 AM. He might as well stay awake. He felt a twinge in his soul, and it caused him great pain.*

Voice: Walk with me!
Razor *a little louder*: Never.

*Razor took a shower, and went down to get something to eat. The voice continued to persist, this time in calm debate.*

Voice: What has God given you so great?
Razor: Life.
Voice: Please, he took it away just as quickly.
Razor: My family was murdered, by someone who used to do your bidding... now leave me be...
Voice: He keeps you in the way of what you desire.
Razor: No, you do, because I desire him.
Voice: What do you really want?
Razor: For you to leave me alone.
Voice: What do you really want?
Razor: My brother where he belongs... Justice, really...
Voice: Would you be willing to take it for trade?

*This thought hit Razor like a rubber bullet, and did nothing more than anger him greatly.*

Razor: I am not going to pay ransom for a kidnapping! I will kidnap him back if I have to!
*The voice laughed*
Voice: Of course you will...

*Silence now. It was all Razor heard, silence. He got what he wanted for breakfast, and got something for Sparks, heading back up to his room. Sparks woke up shortly after he got up there. Razor broke off a bit of his muffin and gave it to Aita, and the three ate. Razor stayed quiet, unsure of what damage he had just done to himself.*