Author's Note: What a treat. Two hours before the new year and I uploud this. How nice indeed. I've been listening to Until The End- Breaking Benjamin all the while I was typing this up. It rawks. Anyhow! I decided instead of keeping the third person flow of A Thing Of The Past I want to keep it interesting in switching up between P.O.V's and of course Third person all the same. Enjoy the first chapter of Rag-Dolls!

Disclaimer: I do not own any plot lines and characters that belong to Jhonen Vasquez.

Chapter One- !Poof!

I crashed heavily into an open trashcan, landing on piles of garbage. The large lid closes over my head, blackening my eyesight. I blinked a few times realizing that I'm alive… alive… ALIVE!!! I survived that fall? I'm alive? And sitting in garbage. Human waste. Yuck.

Well at least I did survive such a fall, one thing I didn't have to worry about was work if I died. Well I'll hunt down those bitches another night I guess.

I climbed out getting garbage in my cuts, and getting everything else wet with my blood at the same time. I picked off the worst of crap on myself and made it homewards while I had to listen to Roy babble randomly.

Anyways enough of that, a few weeks after I moved into the apartment (apart from being attacked by the wereleaders) I was roller-skating (that's how I usually got around) I was still in my uniform from work. A white blouse, with matching navy blue necktie and skirt that stretched below my knees. I also had my now longer orange hair tied into a ponytail with a navy blue ribbon.

It was about 2:15 AM when I arrived at my neighbourhood's local 24-7. I was itching for a Brainfreezy and also to stalk up on some skittles. I love those skittles so. I skated in still listening to my music humming along to it happily. I got over to the machine to find out it was turned off. I frowned and turned around to face the store clerk.

A skinny, black-raven haired angry man was holding the store clerk's shirt by the cuff and a gun was in his other hand. He was giving me a 'Do you mind?' type of look. He looked familiar. Oh that's right! I remember him now; I crashed into him while being chased.

"Umm. Sorry. Am I interrupting something important?" I asked eyeing his gun.

"Yes, something very important or would like to join us?" He asked sickly.

My eyebrows furrowed dangerously, but arched back to normal not wanting to give him the man the wrong idea.

"Then I'll be leaving. Sorry to bother you, I just wanted some candies." I said and grabbed a pack of tropical skittles. I laid the money for it on the counter and giving the man a small smile. The clerk was whimpering. I took my leave.

A few moments later I heard a gun shot, I shook my head and said to myself "I hope he realizes that connivance store clerks only load those guns with one bullet."

-Three Days Later at Work-

Again at work it was 8:30 PM and it was unpleasantly busy. I was taking a break sipping some water trying to drown out the noise. The doorbell chimed as another body walked into the café. It was the skinny fellow from the late night snaking incident.

He hopped onto a chair and started to monolog "Ladies and gentlemen! I am presently unsure to how to separate those of you who have fed my growing distaste for mankind, from those thus far, have not." He addressed everybody in the room.

I stared at him, and then he pulled out a knife and started to chop away. I ducked out of the way from a flying head. My feet were soon splattered with blood, so instead of waiting out to see if he'd try and chop me down I walked off towards my manager's office to get my paycheck and leave the screams behind.

I quickly got my money and my things together. I surveyed the scene again, there stood the man a top a pile of carnage and wreckage. Again he addressed the small handful of people left alive.

I stepped up and over the wreckage. I was looking around not very interested I turned to face him and said to the murderer "I see you failed to realize that only one bullet is in a gun that belongs to a simple store clerk." I raised my eyebrow smirking slightly.

He nodded and says to me "If you enjoy life then, I suggest you move out of my way."

"I was just about to leave my good sir. Good luck, I think I'm the only one who can appreciate the deaths of the these obnoxious pricks here in the room right now." I said. A girl grabbed my arm with a bloody hand glaring at me.

"What the hell? I'm not obnoxious! You take that back you bitch!!!" She screamed at me shaking my arm continuously.

I pulled out a knife of my own and quietly said slicing off her hand from the wrist "Please refrain from ever touching me again."

She screamed and fell away rolling around in blood. I finally took my leave and walked out of the shop.

About more then half way down the street from my former work place a large explosion crippled through the air, it almost knocked me over I turned around my eyes wide. I saw the cause of the explosion frolic in my direction.

I shook my head again and continued my walk home (I didn't get enough time to slip on my main transportation). Ten minutes of walking silently enjoying the silence and the now nipping cold wind around my ankles. It was only November, and I loved it. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment.

Clack, ruffle, clack, and clack. Snap!

I stopped dead in my tracks; I could hear those noises over my music. Whoever was trying to sneak wasn't doing a very good job at it. I looked up the cement wall with bushes above it. I thought about changing pace and switch to the other side of the street where I could be more aware of if somebody was following me. I took out my earphone buds and listened more intently turning off my music.

When I didn't hear anything I shrugged but I was now more then ever alert, my ears perked and my eyes peered. I kept looking over my shoulder while I walked on.

"Oh don't be so paranoid, who would stalk a killer like yourself?" Roy said.

His voice surprised me and made me jump a little bit. I raged at him aloud not caring who heard me.

"Don't do that! You almost scared me shitless. Just be quiet all right? I need to concentrate." I say rounding a corner.

"What's there to worry about? It's not like you can't chop this person down." Roy continued.

I stopped he had a good point. Who would hunt down a murderer like myself? I smiled and shook my head, disappointed to have jumped to conclusions so quickly. Silly me.

And when my guard couldn't be more down, a shadow dropped in front of my eyes. I screamed when a hand latched with a deadly tight grip to my wrist that was reaching for my knife. I struggled hard, acting on blind panic. My stalker laughed a little bit and shoved me to the ground; I landed on my knee and re-opened a cut. My wrist was around my back.

I wheezed pitifully, and he shoved my head towards the pavement. I saw stars and despite this I turned my head scrapping my chin seeing the shadow of a skinny figure. He was unexpectedly strong to hold me down with one hand. But I couldn't worry about that; I was worrying about what he had in his other hand. A tazer gun, sparking of blue…

He moved my hair to show my open neck. A perfect fleshy target right for the zapping, my eyes narrowed and electric pain ensured that's when everything went black.

End Of Chapter

So this ends with another painful cliff hanger. I'm just so gosh darn horrible. Rag-Dolls will be following JtHM plot line so don't be surprised Rag-Dolls is turning out to be more Fan-Ficy then A Thing Of The Past to be honest. Until next time! All the bloody best!