Second chapter...

Second chapter from Hell...

Short, so review.

If you don't, you die,

End Of Story.

Got it?

Good.

Any J.A.'s that wanna fight me on the rights to this anime, go ahead,

feel free to.

Just know,

that you too shall also die...

As I devour your soul...

Lovely, no?

I'm depressed...

You can freakin' deal with it.

Thanx.

... yeah...

DIE!


There are some people who say Mary Augustine's Home For Neglected Children is a blessing upon society...

After all, it got kids off the streets, out of trouble, and if they were lucky enough, into good homes, with caring parents to love and support them.

Most of them.

And they didn't really know...

No, none of them knew anything about it...

Nothing was said of the drafty rooms, so barren in their steel uniformity and faulty construction. Bare bulbs hung precariously from the ceiling, casting a dim translucent glow over the dead metal surfaces, cold metal walls.

The walls...

If anything was more detested by the children residing in the orphanage, it was the walls.

So cold, so unyielding, the only true barrier to the outside world and true happiness...

They were the reality of something that was keeping them all in,

the tangible manifestation of their damned existence...

Blue.

A sickly color, like the mold slowly devouring a decayed piece of old cheese...

That's what really made the place so horrid.

Even in the cold winter nights, even when the empty hallways rang with the desolate cries of some untold spirits, or shrieked like bitter winds in an abandoned mine shaft in the early morning... it died not bother them as much as knowing...

That the walls held the children in...

And they were afraid.

Well...

All but one...


A.N./ La la la...

YAY! I stole the shirt!

(Ask if you dare! BWUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!)

Not depressed anymore!

'Cuz I love Bobby!

AND my new Valentine!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(Neither as boyfriend material, FYI!)

Wait, isn't Bobby the one who keeps (literally) raining crunpled papers down on my head?

...And hitting me with soda bottles?

Shouldn't I hate him?

Jeesh...

Alright, well... ummm... what was I going to say here again?

OH YEAH!

REVIEW!

Please?

Thankie-you,

TTYL!

-CYS.