'Where should I go tonight? I don't want to go home, it's too boring.' The girl thought.

Suddenly, in the silence of the changing songs, she heard a noise. A footstep. Dropping her freezy and whipping around, she pulled out a 5 foot samurai sword out of her coat to face her attacker. Standing in front of her was a small, very skinny guy, about 23, with a dagger in hand. He looked strangely familiar. Stupidly I stood there trying to remember him when he hit me in the back of the head with the butt of the dagger and all went black.

Not what I expected. She just stood there like I was a ghost, not afraid, just like she was trying to remember something. I pick her up with some difficulty because she was about the same size except she looked like she had a little more muscle on her than me. What a waste of good freezy…hmmm. While walking home, quickly since I had no idea when she would wake up, I admired her sword. It was not one of the newer swords but one of the lost art of the samurai. Layer, after layer, after layer of tiny layers of metal each sheet slightly softer than the one before so that it would stay razor sharp forever. Wondering where she got it I opened my door and shut it behind me. Going into only the second basement room I chained her carefully to the wall. Placing the sword on the ground next to her I sat on the opposite wall to wait for her to come round. She was only the third one besides me to be here after I got back from heaven/hell and something nagging at the back off my brain (thank whoever the rest of the voices were gone or I'd be losing it about now.) was telling me she was going to be only the second one to leave alive. The only one by my choice.

'It was a standard procedure and I failed. I stood there like a fucking idiot. FOOK!!! I wish I knew who this guy was; it's just behind the wall of my brain. And why the hell is my head pounding?!?! I move my arms and feet and find them chained to a wall. Opening my eyes I search for the reason and find him sitting against the wall opposite from me. In one look and I see that I have nothing to worry about besides being tortured and killed so I wasn't too worried. I notice my CD player and sword on the floor not a few feet away but far enough where I could not reach them. I look again at my "kidnapper" and suddenly start laughing. I've finally broken the wall.

"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.

"Senor Diablo says hi." I answer with a slight mock to it.

"How do you know…..?"

"How do you know what I'm talking about? Can I get down, this is slightly uncomfortable."

"This is the first time I will give this option. What does god look like?"

"Ooo trivia. You mean the really annoying thing in the spider laz-e-god? He looks like a really nonrespectable, Buddha dude. Head-explody was fun for a while, then it just got out of hand. Oh by the way did the flying pink bunnies freak you out as much as they did me?"twitch, twitch

"So I'm guessing you're a waste lock, too. You seem pretty young though, how old are you anyway?" he said while removing the chains and moving my samurai sword to the far corner then walking back as I sat down against the wall.

"I'm 17 and your ½ right about the waste lock. You see, I was not born to be one; I was made into one by humanity. You see the headmasters (that's what I call them) can't tell everything that's going to happen, there are let's say glitches in their plans. After enough ridicule a person can snap and I am one of the very few people that represent that so called "experiment". Ha, real funny guys. It's ok in the beginning, I mean it still has a lot self hatred, but it's easier to control it then. You can put it all into something but after awhile-"

"..it's all sucked away. Example, see all the paintings? They're mine; now look over on the desk. I've been reduced to fuckin' stick figures."

"Mine was writing songs. Since I was, well still am, a teenager everyone thought it to be normal. You know one of the worst parts about being a Halfling? I can still feel, I still have desires. I gave up trying to be accepted but I still want to have true friends. I have a conscience even though I try to shut it off. I still long for love, though I know the headmasters won't accept it."

"Those are coming back to me. It's becoming harder and harder for me to kill with out repercussion to my conscience. You were going to be only the third since I got back."

"You're not going to kill me?"

"Not for the moment no, unless you give me reason to."

"Thank you, I've gotten real tired of growing my hair back out."

"How many times have you died? I've only died once." Counts on fingers "Killed myself three times and murdered once. Mr. Satan says if I kill myself one more time he's going to make me immortal. One of those he said I had well enough reason to, though…."

"What was the reason?"

"…………When I was 13 I was …raped, then murdered. That was when I completely snapped and talked with the headmasters for the first time, or at least with one of them. After I got back I kept having dreams, kept feeling it, it was haunting me. It still does. Vengeance was issued though, following him home one night was a great joy. I tied him down, castrated him, then cut off each limb, and finishing with stabbing each of his major organs in alphabetical order." She said remembering with a menacing grin.

"Pretty nice method. He was one of the people who deserved it without any repercussion

at all. In the extremely unlikely event anything like that happened to me I would have done the same don't worry."

"And I have to cover everything from my parents; at least it's only for 2 more weeks. Then I turn 18 and don't have to deal with this shit anymore. No more physiatrists, no more mental wards, no more lying, no more faking happiness, and no more pills. To top it all off, I think I'm broke! Well wait checks pockets I have $813, plus whatever's at home. I know it's pretty sad stealing the dead people's money and I hate it, money its self disgusts me, but unfortunately I have to live. Ha, the irony to that statement."both chuckle

"I don't usually offer hospilaty to any of my "guests", but since you're already here you can sleep here, if you want of course."

"A place to stay would be nice, I don't know about you but I don't usually sleep………" she trailed off while staring into space.

"Ok, I rarely ever sleep anyways. By the way my name is Johnny C., but some call me Nny."

"Hello Nny, I'm Britney Spears and here comes my flock of evil pink cheerleader bunnies."

Mental Author's note Just kidding!!! Don't hurt me! defensive mode It was all in good fun! Since I'm not posting this story until I'm completely done I didn't really leave you on the edge of your seat. Right? Right. And see the hair makes sense because all but the bangs fall out when they come back. Now rewind and insert correct name.