BL/ind. - Live Better

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My eyes snapped open and I looked around, "Where...where am I?" I breathed, even though I damn well knew where I was.

"You're in BL/ind. jail," Someone replied. I looked up to the bed above mine, where there was someone sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. I stood up and walked over to the opposite side of the room so I could get a better look at who it was, I gasped, the man sitting there was small, he had a nose ring and a mohawk that had fallen slightly. He was wearing black overalls, the BL/I jail uniform thing, I presumed - seeing as I was wearing the exact same thing. 

"JOHNNY?! Johnny Christ?! Is that you?!"

"Indeed it is!" He hoped off the bed and pulled me into a bear hug. I laughed and looked up at him.

"But....I thought....I thought you were dead." I shook my head, trying to understand what was going on.

"No," Another voice said and I looked up, standing on the other side of the bars was Korse himself. Shrugging out of Johnny grasp, I darted over the the bars and tried to grab him.

"YOU FUCKER!" I screamed and then clutched at my stomach as pain began to shoot through it.

"I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you," he pointed to my stomach, where underneath the shirt I could feel a bandage. 

"Why am I not dead?"   I asked, "I should be."

"Because we here at Better Living seek to clean the world and make it a better place," he began, "It would be a bit contradicting to kill people just to gain that, wouldn't it Methane?" 

I rolled my eyes and made another grab for him. "Well, don't I at least get a one-phone-call kind of thing?"

"Of course you do!" That finally restored hope slightly, until he added, "But I'll decide when you get it."

"Asshole..." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

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