Heh heh. Look who finally decided to update... Please forgive me if this chapter sucks ;n;


17…

17 fucking years! Satan did say he'd help me get together with Murdoc…

But I wasn't expecting him to take me back in time by 17 years! And they say God works in mysterious ways…

The good thing is; I'm a human!

The bad thing is; I'm a fucking blue haired freak! Satan also decided to change the course of my life up…

Or maybe God did this as punishment for betraying him. A note just magically appeared on my bed from Satan. It said quote

'Haha! You should look in the mirror…'

So I did, and that's the moment I realized my hair is blue. I screamed at the top of my lungs. My mother came running upstairs to my room to see what was wrong. I broke down crying because I hadn't seen her in years. I forgot that I went back, so she just stood there stroking my back with this confused look on her face.

Once she left I continued reading the note.

'Yeah, so when you were 7 you fell out of a tree and your hair fell out and grew back blue.'

Seriously?

'You have cetaphobia.'

…You've got to be kidding me…

'And you smoke.'

Please tell me it's cigarettes and not something really random like pink construction paper or some shit like that…

'Sorry for the inconvenience, you know I'm not the only one with tricks up his sleeve.'

Can I get a refund or something like that?

'At least you still have your looks.'

Don't patronize me…

'I got you a job. You have to be there at 2:30 pm.'

I looked over at my clock on my nightstand and see it's 2:34. I jumped up and put on some other clothes and dart out of the house.

I stopped to see if Satan put the address of my workplace on the note. Luckily he did, and because I know this city in and out I should be there in no less than 3 minutes. I looked to make sure no cars were coming and ran across the street.

The next thing I know I hear yelling and turn around just in time to see a Vauxhall Austra speeding towards me. Before I had any time to react it hit me square in my face. My whole body hurts from the impact, my eye especially. I start to black out, and the last thing I remember is seeing a familiar figure, but I can't quite make out who it is.

MURDOC P.O.V.

Holy shit! That kid just came out of nowhere running in the middle of the street. Okay, maybe it was me who came out of nowhere, but this isn't about that. I hit him. I tried yelling at him to get the hell out of my way, but by the time he turned around I bounced my car off his face. I hurried out of my car and checked to see if he was dead. He breathing was rugged, but at least he was still alive. I scooped up this mysterious boy and hopped back in my car to take him to the hospital. I laid his head in my lap and sped off. After a while he started to bleed on my jeans so I took my shirt off and wrapped his head in it, making sure to cover the eye that had blood pouring out of it.

We finally arrived at the hospital and the staff took care of it from there.

I just hope I don't go to jail…

STUART'S P.O.V.

I could hear the doctors and nurses rushing around me, taking off my shirt and jacket trying to stop me from bleeding so much. I tried so hard to lift my head and ask them what was wrong, but I couldn't move. They were hooking me up to an I.V. machine.

So much pain…

It's virtually unbearable. The doctor took a flashlight and separated my eyelids and shone the light in my right eye. Then he moved to my left eye.

He eye that hurts so much…

I tried to scream as loud as I could, but once again nothing came out.

The doctor paused. He called another doctor to come and look at my right eye. She gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth.

"Is that even possible?"

"Williams," He called to a nurse. "Go ask the man outside what this boy's name is so we can look up his medical history."

I heard the shuffling of feet that faded for a while then came back. "He doesn't know, sir," She said. "He said quote 'I was driving along and that dimwit ran in the middle of the street and I ended up running him over. How the bloody fuck am I supposed to know his name?'"

Wow, I didn't know he'd say something like that…

"So, he attempted suicide?" The doctor asked.

I screamed no and tried to tell them what happened but my breath barely came out heavier.

"Williams, go and try to look him up." He doctor sighed.

I heard the shuffling of feet again.

"I've seen people have hyphema, but never to this severity." Said the other doctor.

Hyphema? What…?

With all my might I attempt to ask they what the hell is wrong with my eye, but my muscles remain stiff.

"There have been few cases as severe as these." The first doctor said.

"Do you think this will ever clear for him?" The female doctor asked.

"I highly doubt it. That is, if he wakes up from the coma."

Wait… I'M IN A WHAT?!

"I guess you're right…" She trailed off.

The nurse came shuffling quickly back inside. "His name is Stuart Pot. Age 19. When he was seven he fell out of a tree. His hair fell out and grew back blue. He suffers from chronic headaches and is prescribed prescription pills."

"Hmm, he fell out of a tree and his hair fell out and grew back blue…" The male doctor said.

"This kid's a walking freak show…" The female doctor mumbled.

Is that what people think of me?

"Well, we just have to contact his loved ones and hope that he wakes up from this." The male doctor finally let go of my eye.

I tried to open my eyes, speak, move, but nothing worked. I continued lying there, alone with my thoughts, until finally I slipped into a strange, white world.

It felt as if I could see God with an angered expression that read 'Take that'.