• The blow came from nowhere. Black flecked his vision thretening to envelop him. The music started again, how perfect it would be for two shuffles to the left and a right hook. Too bad he was forcing away the music to block the punch he knew would come. How long he was out he could not say. Half an hour, one, two even. Instead thirty seconds later disatant voices aroused him , if only somewhat.

    ".....and i was all like 'BOOM' and he was all like..... Oh hello demo, had a nice nap?" Demon. How long had he lived with that name? Demon, Dameon, what was the difference. Laughter and screaching woke him compleatly. Idiots always did perfect the peelout early in life.

    Five minits later, noone would have noticed a teenage boy walking down the street. Noone would have noticed his shoulder length white hair, tiped in black, quite nicely hiding the growing bruise and one gray, blind, eye. Peering out from his other red one, he tryed to loose himself in the sidewalk. The Sisters would know. They always did. He bit through his lower lip, forgeting the two long fangs.

    Upon turning the corner he caught a glimps of an old man. Old was an understatement, he'd make trees seem young. The music came back, ominous and foreboding. He hardly had time to look back when he felt a tug. The music picked up; another tug, harder this time. Music rising and rising; tugs turning into jerks, jerks turning into heaves. Then he was pulled into a swirlling, mind numbing state. Time shifted, mass distorted, the music in a flurry. His screams so loud yet so quiet compair to the clamor. Nothingness, no music, no time, utter nothingness. One thought difted through, one thing amid the limbo; How did I get myself into this?