P.S.G, sorry I mean:

P.S.A:

So I realize that when getting into this I would have some impatient people, and some scheduling conflicts, this week was a prime example of scheduling conflicts. And it was also no thanks to a specific person who I'm not going to name *cough*, Blaze,*cough* that added to this. I told him to be wary of harassing me during this story when writing. Ha! But seriously, as a treat for missing the deadline of Wednesday or Thursday, I have a very special treat for you guys.

Not only will I be posting chapter 2, but there will be a sneak preview of chapter three for next weeks' post. But do remember that the life of a college student is hard, especially when you're a biology major T^T.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this week' raunchiness and absolute absurdity.

-Mr. Michael R. Anderson

P.s if I get enough interest will people be interested in character bios from Damien's standpoint? I also want to note the misspelled name of the city in the last chapter. It's Daten city not Datem. But to prevent accidently brain fuckups, ill refer to it as D-City.

Chapter 2: DaFuq!?

Ok, here I am. I am approximately 20 feet from one ugly motherfucking ogre, two possibly gorgeous women hidden under those cloaks. It's pouring down rain, I have a baseball bat and just shot fucking lightning from my hands. Well this certainly defers from the usual monotony of my already boring as shit lifestyle. Now the next possible things is whether or not I should ride this out and possibly get my ass kicked OR I could run and still possibly get my ass kicked. Well it's clear that the odds are both in me getting my ass kicked, so what the fuck?

The demon launched his self at me, rearing back with a massive fist. I instinctively ducked, and in usual fashion, swung for the obvious weak point on any creature-specifically the male species- the groin area. Now in all of the worst possible ball shots of mankind, this was probably the worst. Especially for him. This was about 250lbs. of psi into one baseball bat swing. Plus it's electrically charged. Oh Damn! In realization I feel pretty bad for the fucker. I mean there he is like a little bitch, crying on the ground grabbing his, now obliterated nutsack. Poor guy…oh well. I took the baseball bat, raised into the air, and drove all of my force into the ogre's chest. He spat up a bit of blood, and then went still.

That was rather easier than anticipated. I turned to the two women and tried to solve the transportation issue. Well fuck, I stepped over the ogre and out into the open street. The rain had lightened up some, but not enough to really make a big difference. I pulled my phone out and tried to call Damien to maybe come help, if he ever got his sorry ass out of his room. After I was unsuccessful in calling him, I sent him a message asking him to come help me get these two out of the rain. I straightened my collar and rubbed some dirt off of my pants. I looked up at the sky and observed the dark clouds overhanging the world. It made me at peace seeing this stormy destruction and mayhem. I loved storms and for some reason this soothed me. It was weird. But I've always been weird…my mother used to say that I would cry uncontrollable as a child, but whenever it stormed I would stopping crying and go to sleep even. I looked back down to my bat and smirked.

"HA! Who needs that shit?" I laughed to myself quietly. I heard a rustling then a grunt and thought maybe it was one of the girls. Oh but no, I was wrong. In fact I was so fucking wrong I hated myself for even thinking I was at any point right.

"Hmm. Well fuck. You're up…" I said meekly.

"Oh pipsqueak, you done fucked up!"

"Oh shit!" I yelled as I tried to clamor from the giant, but strangely he was too quick. He picked me up by the head and threw me –exactly like a ragdoll- into the closest garbage receptacle. You could almost say he was throwing out the trash.

"Ow, well fuck that hurt." I said as I pulled myself up from the wreckage of the trash can. I think I bruised my leg or something, because that bitch hurt! I looked up- wishing I hadn't- and as I did I saw the ogre wielding, what appeared to be a giant black and yellow* scythe. As if the already overpowered, not-dead-yet, really big motherfucker wasn't enough let's allow him to pick up the single handedly the most badass scythe to exist. Aaaannnndddd now he is throwing it. Yep just like that, threw the fucker. I rolled to my right and significantly missed a near decapitation experience or otherwise dismemberment. Not the most pleasant experience in my life. 'Well fuck that was all kinds of awesome but extremely dangerous,' if im going to beat this guy, I need to do it quick; otherwise my ass is so fucked.

I managed to my feet, brushed myself off and took a look at my surroundings. My baseball bat had been knocked a significant distance away from me and that left my means of attack very low. I could use my lightning but with this guy pissed I don't think it'll do any fucking good. I looked to the scythe stuck in the ground to my left and got an idea. Maybe I could launch myself at him an maybe decapitate him. It was worth a shot. I retrieved the scythe from the ground, but as I did my hands started to itch. I shrugged it off and got prepared to launch. But the low itch turned into a high itch, then a low to high burn. This thing was severely burning my hands.

"Ow! Shit that hurts!" I yelled and dropped the scythe.

"Puny human! Don't you know that demon weapons hurt humans!" laughed the demon.

'Did he say demon weapons? But that can't be possible? Wait why can't it? I shot lightning from my hands?!'

I couldn't let that bother me right now. I picked the weapon back up, the burning continued, but I fought through it. I charged the demon with all my speed and jumped. I was aiming for a decapitation but accidentally turned to far and the scythe sunk into his chest and landed behind him. The scythe acted as restraint keeping him bent backwards. He struggled to stand up straight but I was using all my force to hold him down. I noticed that the back of his head was just above me; maybe I could shoot lightning into his skull?

I raised my arm and felt a surge of energy pulsating through my body, but lightning didn't go out, it came down. I saw this fearsome bolt of lightning crash down through the beast skull and into my palm. A sort of alchemic rune appeared below the giants head as the lightning continued its course, surging through his body frying him. Strays sparks and line of lightning scourged the wall frying everything it touched. Within seconds the demon burst into a million pieces spraying me, the girls and the entire alley with monster bits. The alley was covered in blood, gore and what appeared to be the stray lightning marks from the bolt I had summoned. Apparently the lightning cut grooves into the ground and wall.

I looked at my palm and saw a faint glowing blue rune in it. It was almost like an alchemic mark or circle, glowing for a second then disappeared altogether. My arm started tingling and then my whole body. This searing pain scourged through my body, locking all my muscles in pain. It felt as if my body wanted to move, but something was eating at it, causing my muscles to fail. I dropped to my knees and tried to force my eyes open, but blackness started closing around my eyes. Soon I was out cold.

The ground felt amazing as I started drifting off, the cold rain pecked at my face and the thunder rumbled in the distance. The rain was like a blanket covering me, so soothing. Suddenly a voice called to me. But I know the name was not mine.

"Kommandant! Kommandant!" a woman was yelling.

"Kommandant bitte aufwachen!" a man yelled now.

"Was ist falsch mit dem Kommandant?" asked what appeared to be a boy.

I opened my eyes, and what I saw, what I saw was not the alleyway. The sky had swirling galaxies and billions of stars in the sky. As I sat up, I saw three women and one man. But the man, it looked like Damien. I mean serious! He had the same dark brown eyes and the same dark brown hair. It looked like him, except his attire and his hair style. He wore armor that you would expect Vikings to wear or something out of Norse mythology. His armor was a dark grey, with a green tunic that had a flaming red accent and a golden belt. His armor was astonishing! On his belt was a single curved sword, it had a golden hilt and a giant emerald inlaid in the pommel.

"Ulf? Oh danke Odin ihre sichere!" yelped a young woman as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Wo…wo bin ich?" I said.

But before anything could happen a single boom of thunder and my eyes snapped open. Damien was standing over me kicking me in the side. I nudged his leg as he went to kick me again.

"Oh, good you decided to finally fucking wake up. What's the big emergency?" he said adjusting his glasses.

"First, did you have to kick me? I mean you could have like….I don't know shook me or something? And secondly yeah, I need help getting those girls back to the house," I said.

"Well, yeah I shook you, and then got bored so I kicked you. Girls?" he said looking at the two girls, passed out, on the alley floor. He didn't hesitate and picked one of the girls up and put her on his back.

"Well?" he said as he started to leave the alley. I went a picked the other woman up put and got her onto my back as well. But what I noticed bothered me. Her skin was a scarlet red. Either she does extreme tanning or this is body paint. And the plus, she was rather light, weighing almost nothing. As we made the short trip back to the house, the rain continued to lighten up and the clouds parted to reveal the bright full moon. Night had finally fallen upon the city. Everything had a crisp and peaceful feeling to it. Even after today's events I would have no trouble falling into a deep sleep later tonight. That is, if I ever got to sleep at all. We continued down the small road that lead back up to the house, which would eventually turn off to the house, but if you were to continue down the road it would take you out of the alley-like subdivision we lived in and out into the hustle and bustle of downtown Daten city.

This woman on my back felt amazing, and by amazing I mean her breast. Her breast were pushed against my back and from the feeling of them, they felt to be at least a 'C' maybe a 'D'. And her legs, oh man. My hands held her by the under of her toned scarlet thighs, which one leg was encased by a torn vanilla-white kneesock. I couldn't imagine how this woman must look under the cloak, and I bet she has men hounding after her and her sexy legs. She let out a slight moan and wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled into my back and I felt her squeeze her thighs and pull close into my body.

God this is really hot. I thought as she rode my back. I wonder if she is taken by anyone, if not maybe she will be interested in me.

We made it to the house and quietly made it through the door as to not awaken the two girls on our backs. We tiptoed through the house and into my bedroom, where we gently let two ladies into my bed. As if they somehow knew of their surroundings, despite being out cold, the two snuggled into each other and did not move again. I placed the scythe in the corner closest to the bed and Damien placed the twin revolvers on my bedside table, so the woman can reclaim them when she awoke, if she woke. We quietly left the room, turned out the light and closed the door. Damien and I made it downstairs and he took a place at the table. I walked over to the counter and noticed that there was still some coffee left.

"Would you care for some?" I asked pointing to the pot.

"Yes please," he said.

I heated the coffee and poured us both some and placed the cups onto the hard glass surface of the table. The table was an intricately designed piece of furniture that Damien himself designed and fabricated. In fact the entire house was designed by him and the majority of the furniture he designed. You see Damien was sort of a billionaire and handled expenses rather well. He owned a couple of businesses, has published countless articles on some scientific theory I rather not try to understand and has even invented a handful of machines that are used today by millions of people across the globe. How he got into all of this money and scientific research and his rather massive interest is beyond me, but he is my best friend in the entire world and when my parents died he had this house built for us. He has always been there for me and I owe him a great deal, but he owes me too, so I guess the existence is mutual and living here with him works a lot.

"Knick," he said coldly.

"Yeah?"

"What happened in the alleyway? How did those girls get there, why were there chunks of human meat and why were there scorch marks all over the alley?" he said sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

"Well…I heard gunshots and went to go check it out…" I started. Explaining how after hearing the gunshots and yelling I grabbed my coat and baseball bat and how I saw the man turn into an ogre and the events leading up to now. I also told him how apparently there was a rune on my hand and about the lightning.

"A rune you say?" he perked up. "May I see it?"

"Sure," I then showed him my palm and sure enough an electric blue circle with ancient writing was in the middle of my hand . Damien examined it and gasped. But before he could say anything we heard the swing of a blade and the cocking of two revolvers. We looked up to two the two women; one had a single horn and sky blue hair and the other had two wing shaped horns and pistachio green hair. And they looked piss. The girl with the scythe had it to my neck and the other girl had her pistols to damien's forehead.

"Where the fuck are we?!" they said in unison.

End of chapter 2