Meet Joe Nobody . . . and pray he never meets you. He's average height, with an average build, and average looks - an instantly forgettable face in the crowd. Joe also happens to be a hit man, quite possibly one of the best in the world. He's so good, in fact, that most of his work life has settled into a comfortable routine, where everything goes according to plan, and nothing at all is surprising anymore. He's been just about everywhere, and he's seen it all. But Joe hasn't seen everything. Not yet . . . **WARNING** - This work contains several curse words and some extremely violent themes and situations throughout. I mean, the main character is a hit man . . . there's your first sign. You've been warned. **ADDITIONAL WARNING** - This is soooooooo first-draft-ish, so any problems you see logistically, thematically, or grammatically are all the fault of a combination of absinthe and overzealous fingers. And please, for god's sake, if you see something glaringly wrong, tell me about it! :)

There was me. The young man with the impeccable Mohawk. The man who came to Starbucks at precisely five each morning. The man who had an absolutely fierce crush on the guy who manned the counter. I am Tavros Nitram, and my steady life unravelled when I became officially acquainted with Gamzee Makara. Homestuck Fan Fiction GamTav Gamzee/Tavros GamzeexTavros TavrosxGamzee Humanstuck Sadstuck Trigger warnings are inside.

His name is Krystle, and he lives with his uncle and two loving cousins when his parents die from the Single-Celled killer. It's a nasty parasite in unfiltered water that eats away at the brain. However, when he moved with his uncle at a young age, he didn't know his uncle. Never met him. Until the day he left, and he soon finds out what a true monster is. He has a horrible past, and an awaiting future. Along the way, he meets Trent: a kind-spirited but fierce, stubborn, and opened boy. Who also happens to be gay. How does he take it when Trent tells him? And on their wild adventure, does Krystle decide to tell Trent a secret he has kept forever locked away in his mind? A secret that could kill? What will these two boys face? Only time will tell...

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.