Jennifer finally came back to us, slow and sluggish, but she was back and aware of all that had happened.  Sarah Macly, our telekinetic mastermind and my childhood enemy, was unharmed by my actions and the actions of the wickedly huge, winged demon.  Mrs. Tannell was not concerned with what we thought of her, at least that is what her face said, and delighted in the fact that we had been pressed against the wall and fought our way back using strategy and tactics.   She said, "That was an impressive display of teamwork folks.  There are always going to be a few areas we can improve upon, no matter what the circumstances are but overall, we did great." I suppose she caught me rolling my tired eyes when she spoke because I became the center of her attention.  She had done something very wrong but for a good reason, that did not make it right in any way, shape, or form.  The Wall would not survive any sort of negative actions, espe

With heavy eyes, I realized I was being pulled by a chain that was connected to a set of shackles with spikes on them that had been wrapped around my wrists.  This was less than pleasurable but the onset of the extreme pain seemed to pass as quickly as it had come, same with my consciousness.  The worst part was the smell, the two grunts clearly could not control their bowels, like a horse walking in a parade, they just dropped huge piles of feces on the ground and subsequently dragged me through it.  That was the straw that broke the poor camel's back. My jeans were now the shade of dark brown and you could literally see the odor vapors wafting off of them.  The demon dressed as royalty was walking behind me and would growl every time one of the grunt demons released its stomach contents into his pathway.  The joke was on you special looking demon guy.  The demons dragging me never turned around, they never acknowledged me and always kept

  The height boosted secretary with the legs that seemed to run on for days disregarded the two grunt demons and had the decorated demon drag me into her office since we were next in line to meet whoever these filth beings dragged me to meet.  A couple of tugs to my braces moved me into the room and also stripped away whatever flesh was left on my wrists.  I had been bleeding for hours now and the pain was becoming more of an annoyance than a truly excruciating experience.  She said, "Just have a seat right here, he's just finishing up a phone call and will be ready to see you and your little bleeding friend momentarily." A very light music played in the room as we waited, my face squished down onto the emerald tile and the decorated demon sitting crossed legged on the couch direct beside me.  My pendant had begun to hum when we entered the room but that was not an uncommon occurrence.  I was going to need more help than a barely

The grown-up demon Jackson had made the mistake of releasing me from the spiked braces, my ankles and wrists were free, well, my one ankle.  The remnant of my left leg had been thrown to the black obsidian office door and rested in all its bloodless glory.  I had no idea that body parts shriveled up and began to decay almost immediately after being removed from its host's blood flow.   When Jackson was born, I had grown excessively curious about what our lives would hold for us in the future.  He was such a helpless and fussy little baby that it was hard for me to rationalize him growing up into an adult and becoming a full-fledged member of society with his own way of life and making grownup decisions.   I remember one time, it was his birthday, he was turning five.  Jackson desperately wanted to open his colorfully decorated presents and move on with the party so he could continue to have fun and hold the day as his day for a

The entire alliance, every single one of them, stood and stared at me with awe in their eyes.  I was getting the feeling that not one of them thought I would make it back from the portal to hell, at least not in one piece.  Technically they were right but the intensive healing that took place before I entered the portal made me appear to be unharmed and victorious.  Just wait until they heard the living torture I had to endure while down in the burning pits of hell. Jennifer could not contain herself and sprinted to me, she was healed from head to toe.  The color had returned to her body, nothing appeared to be out of place or deformed.  The closer she got, the greener my pendant grew.  Safety and security was running at me faster than any human in the history of the world and I could not