Part III:There was a blinding pain that spread through her entire body, a fire that rose in her veins, a sickness that blinded and danced with death, and then, there was an insatiable ringing, a buzzing, a crushing din in her ears that beckoned her to the end of reality, and then- she breathed. "Wouldn't it be nice to... reset? Wouldn't it be nice if everyone else was gone?"

He heard his mother scream around one in the morning and his father shout at ten after. The song began at two am, but he hasn't heard his parents voices since. He wants his mommy. He wants her bad. He doesn't think she's coming. He's probably right. [Warnings: eventual yaoi, Oliver/Len, language, gore, rating subject to change]

It's a funny thing to think about, what you'll remember when your old. Are you going to remember that one argument you had with your mother about how your outfit? Are you going to remember that one cute guy in your class you never had the nerve to talk to? Are you going to remember that time when you found your big sister's body hanging in the closet? Who am I kidding? Course not.

She did not wish for him. She did not wish for the death he brought. He did not wish for her. No, but she thinks he might have prayed. Part of him, the part that might still retain some humanity, prayed for anyone. Prayed for a savior. He spared her, but, well, she saved him. Whether he wanted her to or not, that's a different question entirely.

Part II: "Not only is this a day of celebration, but the beginning of a new age. Consider this the turning point to a new dawn, the sunrise after a long and dark night. I stand here before you today bearing a demon child! They will bring about the end of the world, but we shall stop them, we, we, shall make the un-killable, dead at last!"