If everyone loved, and nobody lied,

If every shared, and swallowed their pride,

Then we'd see the day, that nobody died.

Nicholas Perkins sat in the ancient willow tree outside of the Montez household, smoking his pipe eagerly. Next to him he had a pair of binoculars, a phone, a towel, and some popcorn for the wait. Some people would call the act he was performing sick, obsession, or even perverted.

But he called it fun.

He listened to the quiet voices of the young woman and her puny boy-scout brother. She struggled with the keys for a minute and pushed the door open.

He shuffled in anticipation.

She promised him dinner once she changed and headed up the stairs. The girl stepped into the room across from the tree Nicholas was perched in. He licked his lips and pulled on the binoculars. She paused in the middle of the room and looked over to her dresser with large brown eyes, deciding whether or not to pick out her clothes first.

She slipped her delicate hands to the bottom of her shirt, and had only pulled it up to her belly button when the boy-scout ran into the room loudly talking about dinner.

"Gabby, I want macaroni and cheese!" He whined and sat on the bed.

Nicholas cursed and picked up the phone.

Gabby smiled at him and walked over to her dresser. She was about to respond when the phone beside the bed rang. The little boy answered.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey kid," Nicholas growled into the phone. "Why don't you go down stairs and let your sister change?"

The kid's nose wrinkled. "Who's this?!"

"The ice cream man!" He snapped sarcastically.

Gabby looked up and out the window. Her eyes widened in shock and she ran over, opening the window and poking her head out.

"Hey!" She yelled. "Get out of here! Mark, call the police."

Mark didn't listen, as any ten year-old wouldn't. He pulled out his slingshot with an angry glare and aimed.

Nicholas laughed.

Mark let go of the string, sending a rock shooting out of the window and straight between Nicholas's eyes. He fell back out of the tree screaming until his body thumped against the ground.

But he didn't stop. Well, his body stopped, but his soul kept going. And going, and going. Until he was launched through a forest of flames and onto a charred and rocky floor. He coughed and groaned at the aching pains in his neck and back.

Pushing himself up, Nicholas brushed off his pants and looked around the smoldering rock lobby he was in. Across from him was a large red chair that looked like it was pulled out of an antique dining room. In it sat a young man, lounging across it with his legs crossed, hanging off the end. Long black hair laid flatly across one eye and he was dressed completely Goth. He looked like any punk teenage girl's dream.

But what bothered Nicholas the most was the lengthy black wings that stuck out of his back. They were at least his height across and wrapped around his arms like a blanket.

The young man looked completely bored. He lifted his blue eyes to Nicholas and shook his hair out of his face as a sly smirk crept onto his face—though the hair fell right back into place.

"Hey." He said in a husky voice that made him look nothing but cool.

"Welcome to hell."

New Story Time! No trailer or warning, just a preface/chapter.

And yes, the other chapters will be longer ;]