Eventually (after Gloria explained the whole burning church thing) these heroes returned to the party without so much as a "where the hell have you been?"

Jesus was dragging his girlfriend who was kicking and yelling "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!"

"That's right, honey," he said sarcastically, "keep yelling. Don't worry, I know you're still horny." she elbowed, scratched and screamed in his ear. He eventually dragged her into a car. "I was only shitting you about being horny. Stop doing my heroin before I stop caring if you get hurt."

"When did you start, asshole?" she asked in one of those I demand an answer tones. "I got slapped so hard my mouth started bleeding. I came crawling to you and you just told me to have a beer. And when I spit out blood you started laughing. I hated you for that."

"Well, you shouldn't have got in the situation."

"And that one time you thought it would be funny to give that red-headed slut my tampons and my PMS pills. I had to use those huge Band-Aids. And while I had Band-Aids in my pants, feeling like shit, you were screwing her brains out in the 7-11!"

"Ah, memories," he turned and Gloria could see a faint hand-shaped imprint covering the left side of his face. Serves him right, she thought.

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What Christian and Gloria didn't know was that the charlatan fanatics planned to take the Underground H.Q. under siege until they submit to the religion.

They marched with guns in their hands and were prepared to kill. If they were going to kill they wanted the rebels' leader; the one named James.

This was for their God. The one who said these rebels brought disgrace to an otherwise perfect race. They followed their ultimate leader. He sent twenty children to Heaven and he was going to send this unholy, sinful army to Hell.

The rebellion had to be stopped. They sinned in every way possible, even losing their virginity to random strangers. Those hot-headed losers thought they would never get caught. They thought the "righteous and the meek" could never destroy them. They were wrong.

This puny rebellion would be destroyed. Along with all the joy. The Underground would submit or starve to death. simple as that. The charlatan fanatics would not look at them as if they were people, they were demon spawn and should be treated thusly. Death to anyone who stood in their way.

Moletev cocktails would soon destroy the entire building. No one would make it out alive. They would all go to Hell from whence they came.

They lined up to surround the building of apartments, offices, and rebels.

All of these rebels would soon be truly underground. A holy massacre it would be. One to be respected by even Saint Valentine.

They all stared singing one of their church songs in perfect unison. There was a perfect silence.

Then shooting. The sound of it was almost unbearable. There were people screaming in fear. The Underground dug up their stash of guns and fired back. They all heard a terrible scream.

It was one of the children rescued from the church. The kid was shot in the arm. He was bleeding by the quart it seemed.

Gloria would be devastated if she knew.