This story is about 6 people living in a shit hole. Their glorious living quarters is a small three bedroom 3 months past due rented home that practically everything is ruined and burnt. They live in a pretty sketchy neighborhood that you probably shouldn't leave past dark without a gun.

The inhabitants:

ok....I guess I'll start off with........

Robin Sterling: 25....ish...6'3" 135lbs.... nothing else really known.

Has a good paying job as a...well don’t know but he does make good money.... and that’s all that really matters in the end. He is a major swinger, he doesn't really believe in relationships, they aren't worth his time, he has sex with anything that moves, his sexual preference is everything, has been known to make completely straight men into flamers... he's fun to hang around with, funny and more and the brains of the house...definitely...likes to crossdress frequently.

Vincent: 24, 6'1"' 115, blood type x. birthday 10/13, birthplace unknown

The outsider of the group by choice, he isn't the social type, can sword fight and is an ace gunner, he's an author and painter, probably the most talented of the group but he doesn't share any of his things with anyone but Alice. Works at a library. NO one really knows that much about him either.. he likes to keep to himself.

Travis: 22, 5'11" 108 , blood type B, birthday 12/24, Birthplace: Oregon somewhere

Travis is social...especially with the ladies, he's a sexual addict, but most guys are anyways so it's no big surprise. He has an awkward obsession with piercing and tattooing his body and dieing his hair eccentric colors... he's a little hyperactive. He's unemployed and he's the one always pissing the money away so they never pay their rent in time.

Johnny: 21, 6'1" 110, blood type 0, birthday 8/17 Birthplace: Canton, Ohio

Being the youngest out of the group, he’s picked on often but he's probably the most responsible. He takes a while to warm up to people, but given the right moments he talks a tad too much given his usual quite appearance. He's wicked at his guitar, and he's not that bad at singing.... but he's also not that good....He's an open masochist...He's into S and M... and stuff like that... currently unemployed but he only uses what he needs so there isn't that many problems encountered with him...

Alice: 19, 5'3" 100, blood type B, birthday 8/7 Birthplace: Galveston, Texas

Short but strong willed, she's in charge of cleaning...well most of the time, has insomnia, and is bipolar, she's obsessed with anything anime involved, she spends most of her time messing around, reading or cleaning... Her and Vincent are in charge of grocery shopping, and spend all free time together, she likes to draw and cook although Robin typically does the cooking, and he's damn fine at it too... Also works at the library.

Raven:19...ish 5'7" 120, blood type AB, birthday 7/3 Birthplace: Montana somewhere

Raven is a big breasted overly modest women, she hates comments and stays away from relationships. She spends most of her time on the internet, she’s the best damn hacker in probably the whole state, her intelligence is right up there with Robin's... there's some strange connections between her and Robin, but information on that isn't available.... Raven has a job on the internet and is an ebay whore.

Ok... on to the story shall we...

How we met

"It was about three years ago and it was your average night..." but an unfortunate accident brought us together. 4 teenagers had snuck out to go to a concert, Vincent, Alice, Raven and Alex. "It was some sort of metal or death metal band we were absolutely crazy about. Looking back now we realized now how much the band really sucked, we only liked it because 20 out of the 24 hours in everyday we were high as fuck. A thousand hits a day made anything tasteful anyways, Madonna would have been even semi interesting then if we had attempted it.

Well of course we were getting high and shit faced because this guy next to us kept sneaking us beer and Alex had snuck some chronic from his mother's stash before he left. It truly was an excellent night of brain cell loss and total destruction of our social status. Me (Alice) and Vincent started having sex with our clothes on and Alex and Raven were ripping their clothes off in like slow motion or something piece by piece. Alex...yes he definitely was something else, he was 20 something then and still living with his parents, but he was cool because he was going to college to be an attorney, he always had something insightful to say, he always helped us with our problems, it was like he was the big brother we all never had.

He would usually be the designated driver or order a taxi, he was really responsible for someone you rarely found sober. He had so many friends, everyone knew him, he was like a legend.

Vincent was a lot crazier then, always daring he was willing to do anything for anyone, he was insane always doing shit everyone was afraid to do and stuff, he would run around naked in front of everyone at the mall and jack-off in the middle of the bookstore, but something I really admired was the way he would treat his women...always treating them like they were goddesses and such...

We were dancing around and shit acting stupid as always then Raven and Alex ran into a mosh pit and I followed. It was cool, all these hands and bodies flinging in every direction like a massive sweaty orgy. I knew I was getting the shit beat out of me but I couldn't feel anything, I assumed Raven couldn't either because her and Alex were taking turns punching each other in the face like dumbshits.

good times...good times....

I remember me and Vincent breaking from the crowd and finding a clear spot. He laid on the ground and I unzipped his pants and started riding him like a fucking stallion. Everything was getting hot and heavy, it was swirling around my head like some fucked up whirlwind and everything felt good, like a syrupy sweet orgasm lasting seconds, minutes possibly hours, but the good feeling stopped when I heard everyone start screaming.

I looked up on stage and I guess the pyrotechnics malfunctioned because the whole stage was a blaze, people were jumping left and right hair aflame, their bodies caught on fire like matches running in circles then dropping to the floor and not moving, it was chaos everything was catching on fire and it was spreading as if it were a dry lightning fire on a windy day.

I didn't know what to do, I just sat there still straddling Vincent, his body spazming beneath me. 'Oh shit....' was all that came to mind. I got off of him and helped him up, I could see him mouth run so I did but I tripped over a trampled goth girl who didn't even flinch, she was probably dead. I tried scrambling to my feet but my pants were down to my knees and my thighs were slippery. 'I'm going to die........' I cried, I saw a black haired man reach out a hand towards me, he was so hot, he was tall and sporting a tight black shirt with a corset and black fishnet skirt....damn he was fine. At that moment I think I passed out...

"Are you ok?" I heard waking up with a major headache and the smell of gay cologne invigorating my senses.

I opened my eyes to that hot obviously gay guy I saw just before passing out.

"Who...who are you?" I groaned, the light was really pissing me off.... must have been morning.

"Robin Sterling. Who are you? Are you a human? You kind of smell like one! I'm on to you? “His voice was wooing, I was convinced I was still high.

"What the fuck are you saying.... where is Vincent?" I sat up, I could see him clearer and I was starting to wake up, my head was throbbing.

"Oh, you mean the one with long black hair and blood red eyes, the one you were having sex with as the building was burning to a burnt thing. Squishy, who are you? I ask youuuuuuu!!!!!!"

"Yeah... that one.... um... I'm Alice I think.... I could be wrong... I don’t know." I was so confused, I think the guy was retarded or something...

"He's over there on the other side of the room.... he sure is soft.... he be smooth like paste."

Sure enough there Vincent was at the other side of the room fast asleep in the fetal position. I looked at Robin, he seemed to be involuntarily twitching every few seconds, his pupils were dilated and he was breathing really fast.

"What the fuck is wrong with you and where am I?"

"Me...eh?...oh.... don’t know.... could be because I haven’t slept in.....oh how long has it been.....hmm," He appeared to be counting on his fingers and toes. "3 months.... lets go to Starbucks... Wanna go huh? Huh? Taco."

This guy was a total nut job, but I had to admit he was quite amusing.

"I think you've had enough caffeine.... what happened last night?"

"I touched you in your sleep... You're all squishy and warm inside... like a donut yay!!! Sprinkles be good on bacon!" He twitched again.

"What??!! You sick fuck how dare you?!"

Vincent slowly started waking up.

"Ah, the princess awakens.... the sky sure is blue yep.... blue like a hamster."

"Your hopeless you know that, you shouldn't be left alone...." I looked to the side and noticed a glass coffee table littered with what looked like remains of meth and sloppy coke lines, there were coffee cups everywhere and an empty bottle of absinthe laying in shards on the floor. Used condoms were hanging from the ceiling and a crusty bottle of lube was inches away from me.

"I think I need to get out of here..."

"NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO don’t go! I need your squishy!!! Where are my pants!! Ahhhh!!! My hands my hands, no... they're touching my dangly parts, bad hands bad hands, my scrotum it be all tingly, shoe?"

"Vincent please help me!!!!" I squealed.

Vincent got up and ran towards me.

Some man appeared out of no where and shoved something in Robins mouth. Robin’s eyes went to normal and he stopped twitching. The blue haired man nervously laughed.

"Heh heh, sorry about that, I'm Travis... I guess I forgot to give him his meds yesterday and he whacked out... sorry if he did anything to you," Robin's fell silently onto the couch. “He’ll be normal in about an hour.... I hope... he's insane... literally... "

I latched on to Vincent and snuggled him close to me to make sure he was really and indeed he was.

"I'm glad your ok Vincent....um.... Travis was it?... Can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Vincent wrapped his arms around me, I felt a little more secure.

Travis sat down on the couch on top of Robin. "We were at the concert yesterday and we ran into Alex when the place caught on fire, he told Robin to save you and your friends... he said he could get out himself but I haven't heard from him since."

"Wait, you know Alex?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah, he's my brother..."

A man with crazy black and maroon hair walked out from what appeared to be the bathroom...

"Mornin Johnny..." Travis sighed.

"Alex is dead." Johnny replied.

It caused a silent gasp around the room, it even woke up Raven who I suppose was sleeping behind the couch.

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Robin's Note: My Bitch-Slave decided to post this, so I allowed her. Plus, this story rocks, so you better fucking review! That is, if you want anyofthis sweet asstonight. Have fun, my babies.