Crossing Over

(Better Red Then Dead was my first ever story. I enjoyed it but I felt that I could do better. In a way, it is the same story but it isn't. A lot of various changes have been made in comparison to the first one. Some things will still be the same, some things will change.)

The world is full of many different individuals and many different secrets. Does god exist? Someone knows probably. Does the devil exist? What about aliens? What the fuck is real and what isn't? Who are you? You're you. Only a handful of people know the things you've done in your life. You ain't the smartest guy of the strongest... and certainly not the most handsome or nicest. So what makes you special? Well you got guts and a good heart despite what I just said. Joined the U.S. Army right out of highschool back in the good ol' commie state of California because fuck college and because it seemed like a cool idea at the time. What a dumb ass idea that was. Fast foward almost five years you're finally living your life free from the government teat after being medically seperated for injuries you recieved while conducting D.A.R.T. missions throughout Afghanistan. You thought taking a trip to Japan would be a great way to destress before you face normal civilian life head on. Well how wrong you were...