Cha-hapter 3, Holy Hell, I updated. R/R, bitte.
And, of course, many, many thank you's to the lovely reviewers of this story. Your time spent is well appreciated.
Pip stared at the acid green 'tea' in the cup he now held. He sat at a table outside of the little café that he had just ordered his drink from. Just seeing the shop's sign reminded him that his throat was parched, but now looking at this odd liquid, he didn't seem so thirsty anymore.
Being as polite as he was, he decided to take a sip anyway, regardless of the possible chance of it burning his tongue away.
"Oh my, this is actually rather splendid!" he downed the rest of it and called to a waiter for another round.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Damien's friend Trevor looked up at him quickly, surprised by his sudden outburst.
"What's your misfortune?" He questioned slowly. Damien shook his head. "It's Pip, Trev', I already told you about it once before." That was one annoying thing about zombies; they could hardly ever remember anything. Trevor, however, just didn't seem to have any memory whatsoever.
Trevor was a zombie who had been Damien's only real friend in Hell since they were kids. He had greenish rotting skin, forest green hair that hung in his face, and red eyes. The clothes he wore were torn and old from years of use. Many years of use. He was pretty worthless for most things, but when it came to tracking down someone, he was an expert.
And that's exactly what Damien planned to use him for. He was going to take Trevor to one of Hell's exit stations so that the corpse could get into Purgatory and retrieve the Pipper.
They stopped at the gate and Damien now turned to him. "Trevvy, I'm giving you a picture of Pip so that you won't forget what he looks like, okay? Here. Now, get in there and go find my bitch. I'll be seeing you later." And with that, he left Trevor to himself.
"Oh, crackers." The boy sighed.
Pip couldn't believe it; everything he'd ever been told of Purgatory had always made the place sound so horrible, but now that he was here, they were merely lies.
Everyone was nice, it was fairly clean, there wasn't any violence or screams of pain rounding about the streets…It was like being back on Earth, only much nicer.
He decided to skip around on the sidewalk until he reached a club entitled 'Land of the Lost'. He stared up at the dull, neon sign.
"That looks interesting. I shall take a look." He walked into the doors with no bouncer around to block his way, and no sooner had he went in he was already being hit on by a rather attractive emo boy.
"Hey…I'm Andy." The boy held out his hand slowly. Pip hesitated, but returned the gesture. "Pip."
'Oh dear…' he thought to himself.
Yes, short, but it's leading up to something. Iiit's getting there.