The Nobodies: Hell's Heroes (Incomplete)

Silent Night

Hannah awoke feeling as if she had been falling. She sat up in her bed quickly, causing her cat that had been sleeping on her chest to fall off of the bed and onto the floor with a yowl of surprise and discomfort.
"Sorry Oogie. Are you okay?" she asked with as much concern as she could muster despite her grogginess.
The cat meowed an affirmative before leaping back onto her bed and curling into a fluffy ball. Hannah stroked the cat thoughtfully before glancing at the clock and realizing that she only had five minutes before her alarm was actually meant to ring.
"Well i guess there's no point in going back to sleep Oogie." she complained staring forebodingly at her alarm.
She glanced at the cat to realize, with a sigh, that he was already fast asleep and purring loudly. She got to her feet with a yawn and began making her way to the bathroom where an outfit and towels had already been prepared for her.
"Guess that's the maids' way of telling me I need a shower." she grumbled bitterly before stripping out of her usual sleepwear and hopping into the shower. She washed her hair thoroughly as the bathroom slowly filled with steam. Just as she began to rinse the shampoo from her hair the bathroom door creaked open slightly.
"Hello?" shouted Hannah over the sound of running water. There was no reply. She prepared to shout again but before she could, something pounced through the opening in the curtain and landed in the shower with a flurry of teeth and claws. Oogie scrambled to get away from the water to no avail. Hannah giggled as the cat stopped panicking and leaped unceremoniously out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor before bolting out of the room with a yowl. The smile was plastered on Hannah's face for the remainder of her shower. After drying off, Hannah proceeded to inspect herself in the bathroom mirror. She was slightly more well-developed than most 13 year old girls which only seemed to confirm everyones' ideas of her being a sinner. 'It's so unfair' she thought. First, she's ridiculed because her parents are slightly richer than that of the usual inhabitants of Midworld, and since everyone is super religous because Heaven and Hell are accepted as fact, her and her parents are viewed as sinners since greed is a sin. As if to make matters worse she now looks like a harlot due to being an early bloomer. Her usual fashion sense doesn't help much either. Her outfits, much like the outfit she was wearing today, consisted of short black dresses, black fishnets, and black leather boots. Her hair, which is a very dark black with 3 purple streaks in it, is almost always covering her eyes, which are usually outlined in charcoal black eyeliner. The dark shades of her fashion sense contrast greatly with the obvious paleness of her skin. She often has rubber or leather wristbands adorning her wrists to hide the self-inflicted scars that marked the many years of torment from her "peers" and a lifetime of neglect feom her "family". Sometimes it seemed that the only thing keeping her from losing it completely was Oogie, who was not only her cat, but her only friend as well. He would often come into her room when she cried and licked the tears from her face and the blood from her wrists before curling up on her lap and purring loudly, always purring. She finished brushing her hair and made her way to the kitchen where Oogie, as always, was laying on her lunchbox which had been packed, as always, by a maid, and ,as always, her parents were nowhere to be found. She gently plucked Oogie from the counter and kissed him on the top of his fuzzy little head before setting him on the ground where he instantly plopped onto his back and rolled over, all but demanding a belly rub. Hannah kneeled and rubbed Oogie's belly furiously, something he never let anybody else do without at least drawing some blood with his claws.
"Bye Oogie. I'll see you after school, you be good." She ordered playfully before slinging her backpack over her shoulder, grabbing her lunchbox and jogging across the marble floor and out the front door. She descended the front steps of her mansion-like house to find Robert, her usual chauffeur, holding the door of a shortened black limo open for her. She paused to take one last breath of "home" before plunging into the foul world of private school once again. Her driveway was a huge circle with one outlet onto a busy road, a pristine fountain with freshly trimmed shrubbery adorning the center of the driveway which was filled with various expensive cars that were never driven but were as well maintained as the huge four-acre lot on which their house rested. She turned towards Robert who was wearing his usual polite smile.
"Good morning, Robert." Hannah greeted.
"Good morning Ms.Larson." he replied happily.
"I've told you a million times before Robert, call me Hannah." she scolded jokingly.
"Alright then. Good Morning Ms.Hannah." he replied with a grin.
She replied with a sigh and took her seat, Robert closing the door behind her. He took his seat behind the wheel.
"Where to Ms.Hannah?" he asked.
"I was thinking a bar or a nightclub. What do you think?" she answerred sarcastically.
"I don't think your parents would approve of you ditching school." replied Robert with mock concern.
"Fine. School it is then I guess." she concluded with a smile.
"Yes, Ms.Hannah." acknowledged Robert.
Hannah hated private school, she had assumed it would be a good way to make friends and learn at the same time, however, it's hard to make friends when people think it's a sin to associate with you, and it's hard to learn when everyone in the building is anticipating the moment that you burst into flames or get struck by lightning. Something like that would definitely be newsworthy. Not much happens in Midworld and crime is extremely rare. The most recent major crime was a vandalist who spray painted graffiti in a subway station almost 2 years ago and you still see 2 hour marathons titled "Why did he do it?!" on TV occasionally. Eventually he was sentenced to death when he turned 18 like all Midworld criminals are. The idea is that Death decides their punishment which usually involves being reborn in Hell.
"Here we are." announced Robert before preparing to exit the vehicle to hold Hannah's door open.
"Don't!" she yelled before clearing her throat and adding, "I can get it."
He paused with one foot out of his door and a look of confusion on his face.
"Yes Ma'am." he acknowledged as he seemed to register what she meant. He pulled his leg back into the car and closed the door.
"Have a good day Ms.Hannah." said Robert with a smile.
"You too Robert." she replied before exitting the vehicle and plunging into a river of people who hated her.