God, I must have been standing here for at least an hour now. After the truck was out of my sight, I pretty much shut down. I vaguely heard Tenna ask me a question, but I couldn't give two fucks right now. Not only had she thoroughly invaded my privacy and personal space, but she carelessly discarded my personal items without asking me first! Damn her!

"... the food should be ready if we leave now."

"Tenna."

"Yes?"

"Go away."

I didn't tolerate her further protests, for when she opened her mouth, I quickly slapped my hand over it and shoved her. I was beyond screaming at her now; this was the whole calm before the storm stage. I shoved her into a wall and told her to get lost and she grudgingly walked away. She was being a brat, yelling back at me and trying to lecture me about manners and treating my friends better.

So now I was left to stand by the dumpster, completely unsure about what to do now. If I really wanted to, I could call the city dump and complain about the rude driver, but they wouldn't do anything about it. They'd probably laugh at my expense and tell me not to throw stuff away that I intended to keep. Pricks.

But just as I was about to drag myself back up to my apartment, I heard a pair of feet slam against the concrete. Someone was approaching fast and I had half a mind to leap out and tackle them. I didn't really care who it was or what they were doing, they were stupidly and suspiciously running around the back ends of my apartment building. And seeing as how I didn't maul Tenna, I could use some fresh meat to unleash my wrath upon.

But even that wish didn't come true. The person who rounded the corner skidded to a complete halt when they saw me. It was some short kid with a big head and a stringy looking "mohawk." There were noticeable protrusions coming from his forehead and they looked sharp and solid. I suppose you could call them horns, but I'd be more willing to say that they were freaky looking tumors. And he was dressed in all black, what with his black fitted jeans, black leather boots, and black t-shirt. The only splash of color was the rusty red splattered all over his attire.

His crimson eyes locked with mine and I couldn't tell whether I was supposed to be disturbed or ridicule him. Contrasting his outfit was his sickly looking pale skin and said red orbs. What can I say, the kid looks like a goth Christmas tree. He was panting and a little sweaty, but the way his eyes narrowed at me told me he wasn't tired yet. I shoved my hands in pockets, looking desperately for anything to defend myself against this rabid looking Chihuahua, but it would seem that I would have to use my limbs to ward him off.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's you."

The kid started walking towards me and I readied myself to fight. I'd have to handle him like I handled Johnny, I supposed.

"Quit coming toward me and tell me what you want."

He smirked and flashed a demonic smile at me and I noticed his razor sharp shark teeth. What kind of sadistic child files all their teeth to a point, anyway?

"Quit fussing, I won't hurt you. You're Devi. Todd talked about you a lot."

"Todd?"

That other scrawny kid that I'd been running into? They know each other?

"What are you doing here?"

He finally stopped walking and straightened himself out. Wiping some sweat from his forehead, he proceeded to tell me that he had run into me by accident. Like Todd had, of course. Were these two stalking me?

"Do you know what's happened?"

Shaking my head, he stood tall and opened himself up. He looked down at his shirt and pointed out the red color I noticed from earlier. He said that it was blood and not his own. I about rammed my foot into his face and was prepared to bolt into my apartment building and call the police, but he spoke before I could do anything.

"It's Todd's. He wasn't at school today, so I left and went looking for him. Wound up at his house and found him dead in his neighbor's basement."

Did he think I was born yesterday? There was no way I was falling for this bullshit. I marched up to him and grabbed him by the collar. And in my most threatening and menacing tone, I let him have it.

"Listen here, shithead: I don't care how funny you and that pest think it is to play games with me, but I won't have it. Quit fucking around and tell that brat to keep his distance from me. Otherwise it'll be him I ram with my car."

I dropped him and walked away after that. I felt pretty good about myself, at least for the moment. But it wouldn't last, because he came running up behind me in a flash. Without any hesitation, he thrust me to the ground and flipped me over. His hand was ablaze and there was fire in his eyes. His teeth were showing and he looked absolutely pissed.

"Alright princesa, I've had it! You know, Todd really liked you. He always talked about you as if you were a good person, but you can't even manage to be a halfway decent human being! Next time you decide to insult somebody, you better make sure that their best friend isn't the Anti-Christ!"

He used his hand that was still burning and pressed it firmly against my cheek. Naturally, my flesh burned and I screamed in pain. He used his non-fiery hand to cover my mouth and muffle my agony. And once that was done, he hoisted me up and shoved me against the wall.

"My father has files on everyone, living or dead, Hell-bound or not. I have your file in my locker at school. I was going to present it to him today to prove my point about you, but he never showed. If you'd like, I can take you to the scene of the crime. His body is still recognizable."

I shook my head at him, not really wanting to see a kid all bloodied up. He finally let go of me and back up, but I was still cornered. He went on to tell me how Todd died and that it was by the hand of some freakishly warped monster. He didn't seem to know that much about Johnny's condition or that stupid wall he always said he had to keep wet. So I explained it to him.

I told him that while Johnny and I were together, he told me all about some monster living behind a wall in his house. He had to keep the wall wet with blood or it would break out and do something unspeakable. I laughed at him then, not believing a word of it. But it must be true if Todd was really tortured as this punk had described.

"That damn maniac left his festering insanity to thrive in his abandoned shack for years now!"

This kid was pretty pissed and, well, I was still pretty shocked. Part of me was scared. I mean, this poser half my size just threw me to the ground and lit himself on fire and burned me. I was mortified that such a thing had happened to someone I knew, even if I didn't particularly know or like him very much. And then I was still furious about Tenna throwing my box out. This is turning out to be one Hell of a day.

And it apparently wasn't over either. Pepito, I think he said his name was, had grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me off. I demanded to know where I was being taken and all he said was that we were going to see his father. Why I had to go, I had no idea. I tried protesting, but he really gave me no choice.

"You know about this disgusting beast and you knew Todd. I intend to avenge his death and destroy this abomination before it kills more people."

"But you're the son of Satan. Don't you want to kill more people?"

"This thing isn't under my or my father's control. With a third party trying to stand between my father and God, it could cause too much unwanted destruction. We like chaos - chaos we have control over."

And with that, we were off. Fucking great.

"A/N: Jeez, I don't even like this story anymore. The idea is still good, but I'm not digging my writing style. I just hope that you guys like this, I promised you I'd finish it, and I most certainly will. Please leave me a review or something to let me know that this is even worth the effort, though. Please?"