So, this is the first time I'm writing a story like this, and it's Christian fiction. I pretty new to this kind of subject, so bear with me.

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" Come on." I looked up at the warden. His face gruff with the years of hardship he'd endured. I scoffed.

" What?" I challenged. The warden narrowed his cold-as-steel eyes, the grey pools hardening.

" Come on, unless you'd like to stay?" He repeated, adding a little threat at the end. I rolled my eyes. It was hardly a threat. There was no threat to me. I was a killer, a murderer. I enjoyed the death of others. It's why I was put in a cell all by myself; I killed my last two cell mates. I shrugged, getting off of the cot and walking over to the bars; standing at a height of six two. I towered over the warden with a smug grin.

" Are we going to execution, Warden?" The warden returned my grin, shaking his head.

" You get out today. Scotch free." He growled, opening the cell and pulling me out. I gave him a confused look.

" 'Get out'?" I asked as he pulled me along. I glanced around the cells that were around me. " What the hell do you mean, 'Get out'?"

" I mean, someone paid your bail to get you out of here." The warden hissed, shoving me forward into two guards. " Personally, I'd like to watch you rot in hell." I smiled, showing my white canines.

" It wouldn't be any fun without you there, warden." I laughed as the guards took off the hand cuffs.

" Watch it, Jamison." The warden warned. " You're still a felon." I rolled my eyes as one of the guards handed me a change of clothes. I took them and walked into the nearest bathroom, changing out of my prison uniform. Walking back out, I threw the two guards my prison uniform and headed for the outside.

" Hey, Nate." I turned and looked at the warden, who threw me something. I caught it and examined it. It was a wallet with about two hundred and fifty dollars in it. I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

" Money to get you started." The warden smiled. I cocked my head to the side.

" 'Get me started', huh?" I shrugged. " Alright." The two guards from before kindly escorted me outside where a bus had waited for me. I couldn't believe it. I was actually getting out of this hell hole. After nearly ten years of wasting away in this place, someone let me out. I sat at the back of the bus, by myself, and stared out the window as the prison faded off in the distance.

My name, you ask? It's Nathaniel Jamison, and I'm one of America's top killers. So I'd like to think. I was only caught for one murder, all because I let a little girl live.

It happened around ten years ago, I was walking around town, minding my own business. Out of the blue, the guy bumps into me. He apologizes and continues on his way, but not before he steals my wallet. Angered by this, I hunt him down, knock him out, and drag him to my 'office', if you know what I mean. What I didn't know was that a little girl had followed me out of curiosity. After my killing, I turned around to see her standing there with a mobile phone in hand. Sirens could be heard as the surrounded the building. I had plenty of time to kill that girl, but I was frozen in place until the police swarmed in. After that, you know what happens.

The bus stopped and I looked back towards the driver. He was staring at me, probably sizing me up. I sighed and looked back out the window.

After a few more hours of the bus ride, the bus came to a halt and the door opened.

" This is your stop, Nathan." The drive grumbled. I stood and walked calmly off the bus and outside into the bitter cold. The bus door shut and the metal tin can shuttled off. I stared at the thing for a moment before walking off down the street. I began to think about where I would go, since my father had died years before and my mother left soon after I was born. I could stay in a hotel, but then all my money would be gone by tomorrow.

As I walked, I could feel my bloodlust building. A small part of me told me that what I was doing was wrong, but I shrugged the feeling away. I stopped walking and looked to my right to see a small grocery store. I didn't have anything better to do, so I walked inside.

The first thing that hit me was the musky warmth and a faint smell of perfume. The warmth was a relief from the cold outside. I quietly began to browse through various items and such before I heard footsteps approaching me. I groaned internally as I turned around.

" Can I help you, sir?" A petite brunette woman asked. I shook my head and walked away. I really didn't feel like dealing with anyone today.

Kill her. A voice said. I stiffened before looking back at the girl. This voice always tells me who to kill and how to kill them. It's been with me ever since I can remember.

Not her. It growled. I furrowed my brows and looked around. The voice didn't say anything at all so I continued walking. I could hear foot falls of someone jogging to catch up to me. I sighed irritably as the tapped me on the shoulder. I turned slowly and nearly did a double take.

I knew this girl.

She was the same girl that sent me to prison.

I stood still, staring at the girl, Amy. She had grown in the past ten years, of course. She still had the same dark blonde hair and honey colored eyes. She was wearing her hair up in a ponytail, just behind her ear with a light blue flower clip by it. Also, she had a black and blue sweater with dark blue skinny jeans and black boots. She stared at me with just as much bewilderment as I was staring at her with.

" Y-You?" I marveled. She nodded slowly, her ponytail bobbing up and down.

Her! KILL HER! NOW! The voice suddenly shrieked in my ear. It almost made me recoil from the deafening pitch.

" Hi, Nathan." Amy peeped, her voice was soft. I could feel myself tense up.

" What do you want?" I spat. She didn't seem to take any notice of my tone.

" I have something to tell you." She started, staring into my eyes with those hypnotizing orbs.

Don't listen to her! The voice hissed. She's lying! KILL HER NOW!

" What?" I asked, ignoring the shrieks inside my head. She dug around in the small pocket of her skinny jeans and took out a folded piece of paper. Studying the paper, she looked back up at me.

" I just wanted to say, even after all that you did, I forgive you." Amy told me. I blinked a few times, trying to register what had just happened.

Kill her, you idiot! There's a knife next to you! I glanced over and saw that there was a kitchen knife set sitting right next to me. All I had to do was grab it and slit her throat.

" You forgive me?" I asked as I looked back at her. " You forgive someone that kills people? Innocent people?" She nodded. I scoffed and shook my head.

" Yeah, right." I laughed. " There is no way—"

" I do forgive you." She argued, cutting me off. " And even if you don't believe me, I just want you to know that not only do I forgive you, but there's a God that loves you and forgives you too." I heard myself laugh out loud at this. What? I thought as I felt like I was sinking back into myself. What the hell?!

" Yeah. There's a God that loves me." I heard myself say. " As if." Amy gave me a look. I can't quiet describe what it was, but it was like 'this doesn't seem right and I don't think that you're you right now' type of look.

" There is a God that loves you, but you know that." She answered quietly. Whatever had taken over me glared at the girl.

" God don't love me, little girl." I hissed.

" Maybe not you, but He does love Nathan." She countered. I was taken aback. How did she know that it wasn't me talking? The thing pushed me further into myself.

" What the hell are you talking about, I am Nathan." It said. Amy shook her head.

" In Jesus name, let Nathan speak." I heard a hiss before I was flung forward and back into my normal state. I shook my head and looked down at Amy.

" What… the hell just happened." I asked as I looked around and scratched my head in confusion. Amy shrugged.

" Are you really ready for that answer?" She asked. I looked at my feet and shrugged.

" Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that God loves you and He forgives you." Amy smiled. I raised an eyebrow.

" How did you know to talk to me? Or that I'd be here? And what's with the paper?" I pointed to the note in her hand. She looked at it and laughed.

" Oh? This? It's what we call a 'Treasure Hunt'. We write down words that God gives us and then we go out and look for His 'treasures', which are people." She looked at the paper again. " 'Green eyes, black hair, black jacket, needs forgiveness and love." She stared back up at me. " You're one of God's treasures." I scoffed.

" Yeah. I'm sorry to say that I don't believe that." I muttered. Amy smiled warmly and put a hand on my shoulder.

" Even if you don't believe it now, there is a God that loves you and forgives you." She said softly. " If He can forgive Paul, who murdered millions of Christians, He will forgive you." I gave her a confused look.

" Who's Paul?" I inquired.

" Paul was one of the greatest apostles in the Bible. His name was Saul, until God changed his name to Paul." Amy explained. I stared at her in bewilderment.

" What'cha you doing, Amy." A voice piped in. I looked over and saw a tanned young girl with dark hair and eyes coming next to Amy. Amy bounced up and down with excitement.

" I found a treasure!" She giggled. The girl next to her laughed and high-fived her. I furrowed my brows again. Who was this girl.

KILL THEM NOW! The voice shrieked again. I just continued to stare at the girls in front of me.

" That's great Amy!" The dark haired girl said. " Let's tell Tania!"

" Yeah!" The two bounded off, but Amy stopped and looked back at me before running back over to me and grabbing my hand.

" There's someone I want you to meet." She said as she dragged me through the store.

KILL THEM! The voice shrieked. KILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMNOW! I shook my head. Whatever was going on, it was extremely confusing. I've never had this voice scream at me like this, but as soon as Amy shows up, it begins to freak out.

The two girls finally stopped dragging me and walked up to a very tall, darker skinned women. She looked at the two girls and then at me with a weird look.

" Tally, Amy, who's this?" She asked, still giving me 'the eye'.

" Tania, this is Nathen." Amy introduced. " He was one of the treasures on my list!" Tania smiled at Amy and looked at me.

" Hello Nathen, I'm Tania Duncan, Amy's youth pastor." A dark skinned man walked up next to her. " And this is my husband, Samuel, or Sam."

" Nice to meet you." I returned, shaking her hand.

Don't talk with them, just get the hell out of there! I was puzzled. Instead of yelling at me like before, the voice was telling me to run.

" So you're one of Amy's treasures?" Tania asked and I nodded slowly.

" Wow, it's awesome the way God works." She sighed. " If you want to, we're having church tonight and you can come." I stiffened at that. Thinking about how all the people of their congregation staring at me with judgment and condemnation.

" Hey," Sam said, causing me to look at him. " I know a lot of churches don't accept many people, but we're a 'come as you are' church. We're not going to judge you or anything. We ourselves were sinners and did some pretty bad things. But God loved us enough to take us under His wing." I blinked at him, my stomach churning.

" O-Okay…" I muttered. " I'll go."

" Cool, where do you live, we'll pick you up." Tania asked. I looked down and shuffled my feet.

" I don't have anywhere to go." I sighed. " I just… I'm homeless." I couldn't say that just got out of prison. They'd probably want nothing to do with me.

" Oh," Tania looked down in thought before looking at Sam, whispering something to him. He thought for a moment and nodded. Tania looked back at me.

" Why don't you come with us." She said. " We have a few extra rooms you could stay in." I stared at her in shock.

Don't you dare do it, Nathaniel. I'll kill you if you do it. Okay, that was new. I don't think that voice has ever threatened to hurt me before.

" Um, I-I don't know…" I stuttered, trying to think of an excuse.

" Well, if you're homeless it would be a lot better than living on the streets, wouldn't you think?" Sam put in. I swallowed thickly and nodded. Tania smiled and ushered Tally and Amy to the check-out lines.

You're dead Nathaniel.

I ignored the voice and followed them.

Well, that was the first chappy! I hope you all enjoyed it. :) I'll try as hard as I can to make a new chapter, like I said I'm still new in this area.