• I walked along the busy city street. It seemed like everyone I walked past gave me an odd look. Was it the claws? All of the sudden I heard a woman screaming. It was coming from a nearby apartment window.
    "A demon's job is never done" I said to myself and sighed. I ran over to the apartment wall and proceeded to walk up towards the window. No one had told me that people on the outside couldn't walk up walls (or on ceilings for that matter) and I was soon being shot at by the local authority and yelled at by priests. I finally made it into the window to find my dad's arch rival's son Jay sitting in front of the T.V. watching a scary movie on full blast.
    I managed to crawl into the window and made my way to his side.
    "So...watcha watchin?" I asked. He just sat and shrugged. I guess he didn't really realize it was me until I sat down next to him and Mikey,my white masked companion, came into the room with a bowl of popcorn, saw me, and screamed "Holy Crap! Desmond! That you?"
    I ended up with a machete sticking out of myy stomach.
    "Well gee Jay. Nice to see you too."
    He retrieved his machete and continued to watch his movie.
    "So how'd you get out?" Mikey asked.
    "Oh, yunno, the usual. Killed my dad. Grabbed onto this chick while she was waking up.
    "MR. DEMON! YOU HAVE TIL THE COUNT OF THREE TO COME OUT WITH YOUR HAND, AND YOUR CLAW UP, OR WE WILL BURN DOWN THE BUILDING! IT HAS ALREADY BEEN EVACUATED!" A Police officer yelled through his blowhorn. Awww. They called me Mister. I feel so...so...high class.
    "Relax. They do this to me and Jay all the time."
    Jay gave an odd snort I assumed was a laugh.
    "They've burned down so many apartments trying to kill us. It's funny."
    So I sat down on the couch next to Mike and started watching the movie.
    "ONE"
    "Hey Jay,move your head. I can't see." Mike complained.
    "TWO"
    "Hey Mikey, pass me some popcorn."
    "THREE"
    "Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha"
    "WE WARNED YOU!"
    Their was a small explosion. Smoke seeped through the crack in the door. We continued watching the movie.
    "It's getting kinda hot in here." I said stupidly.
    "Well no duh. We're on fire."
    I looked down at my feet. They were engulfed in flames and slowly spreading up my legs.
    The T.V. exploded.
    "Awww. It was just getting to the good part."Mike whined.
    I yet again, had a machete through my chest. Something told me that Jay was really into that movie and mad at me for getting the television blown up. I left it there. Too lazy to pull it out. The apartment creaked and moaned and all of the sudden we were falling.
    "OH SWEET JESUS!" I cried out. I hated falling. Scratch that. The falling part I'm okay with. It's the landing part I don't like. I don't feel pain, but it still freaks me out pretty good.
    "WHEEEEEEEEEE!" Mikey yelled the entire way down. Jay stuck his arms up silently as if on a roller coaster. Then his hockey mask flew off and I puked. It wasn't because of his horribly disfigured face. We had just landed.
    Jay grabbed his machete out of my chest and put it away. Mikey was laughing at me for puking all over my self and I was making sure not to get hit by and falling rubble.
    We were all safe, but there was still the matter of the cops waiting outside what was left of the building.
    TO BE CONTINUED...