Here I am! Back from a little... ok, big, break... school can do that to you folks... you go from having an orgasm of creativity to being a mindless vegetable drooling on a book... but you guys probably aren't here to hear me complain about the glorified concentration camp society has dubbed school. You is here for my crappy story!
Charlies paws dragged across the scorched earth. Or rather, the ground belonging to a place separated from the earth entirely. A ground that was as dead and empty as the souls who were imprisoned here. The sky a single cloud of smog repeating forever, fire and brimstone littering the vast expanses of hell. Charlie had never forgotten this place. Those few days he spent here haunted him, even in heaven. And now, he was about to doom himself to an eternity here. He still wore his perfect white robe, and was fallowed by a perfect yellow ring that constantly floated over his head. He still found that thing as annoying to him as fleas were to Itchy.
Charlie stopped walking, knowing he would only have to wait now. It only took a few minutes, and he had found him. The hell hounds had always been quick to find newly damned souls. This one in particular likely found ecstasy in such a thing.
Carface landed abruptly in front of charlie, his skeletal paws beating into the ground as his demonic wings lay splayed out above him, casting a shadow upon charlies unflinching figure. He was considerably larger now then he had been in life. Wearing a coal black cloak to counter Charlies angelic uniform. Dwarfing charlie as he flashed a fang-ridden grin upon his enemy. His crimson eyes burned with something between joy, hatred, and insanity. Charlie figured it was mostly insanity that influenced his features. "Well, if it isn't my FAVORITE little angel, come to taunt the vermin in the lower zoo." His voice was a constant growl, nothing new there.
In return charlie dawned his own casual grin.
"And I would say one particular vermin still hasn't laid off the sweets. And wouldn't ya' know, somehow he got even uglier." Charlie kept his grin as Carface let out a guttural roar and clawed at the Shepard, only to be repelled by a blue lightning bolt just before touching him, hissing in pain and clutching his now bleeding paw. "oh, and he somehow got even more stupid. Real perfectionist, ain't ya' pal?" An uneasy silence began to build between them, generating more hostility and tension than the actual conversation. The only sound the distant crackle of fire.
"So, Barkin', what is it that you want?" hm. He wasn't completely stupid after all.
"I'm looking to... make a deal with someone- or something- whichever you prefer to call him, to... get back some time..." Charlies grin weakened with each word, just as Carface's returned in full force.
"... I think we might be able to arrange something like that... For a price, of coarse." That sick grin, no, sadistic... Charlie had seen it before. Right before his first death, if he recalled.
"oh, I seem to have left my wallet in my cloud. Maybe the robes and halo are worth something?"
Again, I did this in a matter of hours... if I dedicated a few hours a day to this story, I might have finished it by now... Really sad when I think about it... PLEASE REVIEW! In fact this entire chapter came at the request a review a received just a little while ago.