Johnny stood unsure of exactly what to do. He looked scared to even look at her completely, let alone help. He was making movements to come and comfort her but kept stopping himself. What did she really expect from someone who probably hasn't had a sane conversation with any life form besides himself in over almost six years?

'How the fuck did that happen, how the HELL did he receive that memory? WHY THAT FUCKIN' MEMORY???? Why did it have to be that one? How the hell could he see it in the first place, how could I have transferred that memory to him?…….Maybe it was when Senor Diablo showed me Johnny's old memories…it had to have had something to do with that 'cause I sure as hell couldn't have done this before. If I could accidentally show him that memory maybe I could show him his own???' Raven frantically thought as she wiped the one tear that had actually fallen, from her cheek.

"Listen I only slightly know what happened myself, and I want to figure this out as much as you do." She said raspally causing Johnny to stop dead in his tracks.

"Why the fuck should I help you, no one's ever helped me before. I've been like this for SIX FUCKIN' YEARS." He hissed.

Raven drew back like she had been shot. Johnny's eyes darted around the room and at one point they glided over her hand, which had turned blue from her absentmindedly twisting two of her bracelets. As a reaction Johnny's hand darted and grabbed her hand from her wrist. She noticed what she had been doing and then just stared at his hand.

What the fuck was happening to him? What had happened to the "heartless" murderer that he once was? He had know this girl for no more than four, five hours tops; why the hell was he feeling like he should help her? After what just happened…

'Fuck I'm going soft.' He thought among the rambling going on in his head, running his fingers through his hair and noticing the light coming in from between the boards coving the window.

"I'm sorry it's just I've been like this so long, and..and..-"He started to explain.

"Don't worry about it, after receiving anything along those lines anyone would act like you did,er, are."

Changing the subject,

"So you slightly know what happened?"

"……Well Senor Diablo sorta transferred some memories to me so I'm thinking it has something to do with that. The only problem is I don't remember how he did it. What were you doing or thinking about before the memory got transferred to you?"

"I don't know, I don't remember." I stammered.

"Well I don't remember either I was sorta asleep." Both sighing and running finger though their hair, Johnny sat down.

"Whose memories did Satan give you?" Johnny asked.

"They were your's." she whispered.

Author's Mental Note Sorry this chapter is short but my personal deadline for 2 more chapters is August 17, so be expecting 2 more by then. I have bits and pieces of other chapters done now I just have to string them together. There's probably not going to be more than 10 chapters for just random information, but this should be the shortest one. I'm planning on more stories on this website but they will probably not appear until Winter Holliday, if I get this one done by then.