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A smile nearly broke the harsh line of his mouth when he heard about the drag show. Prefect, was the single thought The Sinner had before he threw away his trash and walked out the small cafe causally. For too long he had let those freaks have their fun the way they acted as if they belonged in this world was sickening and he was ready to be healthy again just as his Almighty God had promised. He had done this five times already, cleansed those heathens of their filth and freed them of their sins. He knew God was so pleased when he did so, he could feel his true father's smile and the gentle kiss of his angels as they encouraged him. The way his blood sang in his veins as they cried out for God, who being all merciful and kind gave them the sweet release of death. The gift of joining his lord- the most amazing thing he could give those bugs- the chance to be in the glow of the love that encircled the whole world. Soon God shall bless them just as he has blessed so many others.

Dante grumbled under his breath as Sherri continued to try and persuade him to change his mind. "Come on Dante, I already signed you up for it anyway."

"You did what now?"

"Well I thought you would say no and I knew this would be great for you, you only hang out with Nathan and I. Even still you barely do that as it is." Sherri reasoned as she wrapped an long elegant arm around her boyfriend's neck. Dante opened his mouth to protest but was cut off as Sherri added. "You need to meet new people, what would happen if I had to move?"

"Well I would.." Dante paused for a second as he started to defend himself. What would happen if Sherri moved? Nathan would probably hang out with his other friends, he knew they might hang out here and there but not like now. He would be alone except for the couple of regulars who came to his bookstore. He had taken over his small shop a couple of years ago after his aunt who owned left it to him in her will since she had no children and saw no need to ever. Sherri's face softened and sent him a small smile. "You know I would never move, my ma would have a heart attack and I would miss my dad's cooking too much. But still, you need more people in your life."

Dante sighed and ran a hand over his face, pushing up his glasses to show of his widows peak. "You're right, you're right."

He didn't like the idea of it but he knew she was right. Even though the very thought of it made him recoil and gag but she was right. He had to meet new people and gain new friends even if he rather stick pens in his eyes. He had been a lone wolf for the most part; his older brothers José and Michael had been the social butterflies. José had been in the band and Michael was the captain of the debate team. Both with at least twenty friends and adored by all the girls who were in their social circle. José was the sweet semi-giant, who stood above most at 5'11" and was nowhere near Michael's 6'2" stature that made friends by joking with people about his disability. He had been born without his right root fully formed. The fact he was in band was interesting, he knew he couldn't do marching to some extent but not the way he wanted. He often gone to Dante for help, they had been each other's emotional net. That net was ripped to shreds when he died in a car crash because Dante couldn't pick him up from practice and he got a ride with his friend who fancied themselves to be Speed Racer. Dante had been crushed beyond belief and Sherri was his rock, comforting him when his other older brother pushed him a side- blaming him for the death of their brother.

Dante was depressed for so long and it just worse when he came out of the closet and his only living brother called him a freak.

He couldn't handle it and nearly killed himself, Dante had taken ten sleeping pills and the only reason he was still alive was the fact Sherri came to make him eat and found him on his couch barely breathing. When he woke up in the hospital he sobbed and held himself wishing that he hadn't been found. Michael visited once and glared at him the whole time, they had stared at each other for a full five minutes before Michael muttered, "You should've died."