1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

"so?"

"so...what's your story?"

she wants to know it all, the sadness, the anger, and everything in between and finally i have someone to tell that understands each and every word.

(that is dripping in betrayal and metal)

after telling each attempt on my life, the kind that won't end for the rest of my days (until they finally do their job), it's her turn to tell tales filled with flesh and blood demons rather then my metal ones.

and we're both here despite the universe wanting to end both of our lives before we even had a chance to live our messed up lives.

"is that enough tragedy for you, or do you still want more?"

"trust me, connor, i've got buckets of those kinds of stories it's just the good ones i'm a little short on."

"same here."

unlike most teens our age, the millions that we will never be like even if we tried (our screwed up lives were planned right from the start), instead of getting shocked by death it's just another thing that we've become used to.

(i've got one thing on her, my body count is larger and just keeps on growing)