If only I was Interminable

~*Chapter 1*~

Author's note:        Okay, I will never will write these but for for the first chapter, obviously. Anyway if you have any suggestions or plot twists do not hesitate to stick them in the comments! I love to see new ideas and things similar to that. I will draw and color these characters on my sketch book and post the links to them in the description as we meet them.  If you have any questions that don't really relate to the story private message me them please! I love all you guys and just enjoy! pwo      ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kaysi==> Get The Shit Beat Out Of You

  Holy shit that was a knife and it is heading straight for your face. It also doesn't help that some cat-like creature is grasping onto your feet to keep you from flash-stepping away. You are so fucked, and maybe even in both ways.... That is really beside the point, well not really but you don't want to get into that because you are about to get sent back to hell, again.  You are going to have to get so much blood after this. 

 That is when you feel it, the knife that isn't on the sharp side slams against your face.  Blacking out your vision making you fall to the ground like a rag doll, which at this point you are. When you hit the ground it doesn't do much, because I don't breathe which I will explain later as well. Some people like to say demons don't have emotions, that is right in some cases when there mind has been perforated but you are terrified, there isn't much more to say about that.

 It also doesn't help that you here your little friend let out a loud cry. Oh my god, no no no no! This seriously can't be happening right now, she won't get resurrected like you, once she's gone there isn't a coming back unless you find Beatty which is not going to happen anytime soon. Jesus fuck your mind wanders when you are in life threatening situations.

 You here the duo snickering lowly beside you. It isn't very fond of them, but you did get the shit beat out of you, at least they have a reason.  You slowly blink trying to regain your vision, you're used to a little pain but not like this bad. You move, coughing up more blood then you thought was possible.  You can practically feel their glares sizzling your back. 

 "S-Stop....." You muster out, whimpering slightly. "This isn't fair nor right......give it a break.....please."

 You hear them pause, not necessarily hear them but you know they did. You never actually got to see them, it was a sucker punch and you got screwed over. God you cannot believe you were sent here by fucking Leah, you make a vow to kill her as soon as you get brought back. You sit there and wait for the final kill but none come and you just sit there slowly healing as your chest regains its flesh back. You peer over at your associate, to see that she is only knocked out.....or in a concussion you really hope it isn't the latter.

Also, just for your info my helper is a fucking pixie, yes you heard me right a little fucking fairy. Speaking of fucking that sounds like a good idea really soon, like I said I will explain when both of our lives aren't on the line.  You slowly crawl over to her making sure not to rip the soft skin healing around your wounds. Scoping her up, you sigh like an actual fucking sigh, no one ever does that.

 You know that this is going to be a long night, as you limp over to your Jeep and place the keys in the slot and start up the engine. You gently place your pixie ass nymph thing in your pocket. The Jeep doesn't have doors or windows or really anything for that matter, it is silver with a black interior nothing really special. You slam on the gas, you really wish you could go hurry but hell it only goes 120 miles per hour and that doesn't feel fast enough.  If that girl is dead in your pocket I swear to god you are not going to be happy, you are going to be in an emotional fucking break down, holy fuck.