The clock read 1:49 P.M.. I sighed and stared out the window. It was raining cats and dogs out there, but I didn't mind. The rain always made me feel better for some reason.

I got up and turned off the TV. I trudged my way to the my room. It was nothing fancy. Just a normal room. I pushed the door open and stared at my domain. Posters of The All-American Rejects and Coldplay covered my walls. I made a beeline towards the bathroom.

I entered the small facility and gazed into the mirror. The boy looking back at me was fit. Muscular with a cocky attitude to match. One might even consider him handsome. My eyes slowly drifted to my multi-colored hair. This was the result of my friend's prank. He had a bunch of hair dye so why not use it? I responded by immediately grabbing a bottle of pink hair dye and turning his hair into cotton candy. It was satisfying hearing his screams of terror.

I gazed at my facial features. Not much, a scar over my right eye is all that I could see. My eyes themselves were quite attractive. They were both magenta, which for some reason went really well with my cyan blue clothing and rainbow hair.

My hair made me look like a proud homosexual. But if I said I didn't like it, I'd be lying. I walked out, flipped the switch and closed the door. Deeming it closed. I climbed into bed, threw on my covers and stared at the ceiling. Not quite sure what to do.

I stared at the ceiling wondering what to do. I couldn't sleep yet which was surprising. It felt like a game. I had already completed the objectives, now all I had to do was wait for the cutscene.

I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I had this feeling that something was about to happen. Something important. I didn't know what, but I knew it was important.

I closed my eyes once more in a failed attempt to get some sleep when all of a sudden I heard the doorbell ring. I groaned and got out of bed. It was probably the local mail man Will coming to deliver the wrong mail again. Poor guy.

I walked to the door and placed a hand on the door knob. I swung it open and simply stood and stared at the figure before me. Guess who? Jason fucking Vorhees that's who.

I woke up. body covered in sweat, I stared at my limbs to make sure I wasn't the victim of the hockey mask wearing psycho path. After making sure all my body parts were intact. I breathed a sigh of relief.

      "Just a nightmare. Thank god."

Then the doorbell rang. I tensed and wondered if I should go out.

      Better bring something with me. Just in case.

I reached under my bed and closed my hands around the hilt of a baseball bat. I made my way to the door. Before I opened it, I readied my weapon. My visitor kept ringing the doorbell and did not stop.

      Okay, ready. One, two, three.

I swung open the door and heard the sound of a surprised yelp before hearing the bat make contact with human skull. I heard a body go limp and crumble to the floor. I hadn't opened my eyes yet though, just to spare myself the fear.

After making sure my "attacker" was incapacitated, I opened my eyes and gloated.

      "Eat that Vorhees! You ain't got nothing on this- uh oh."

I looked downwards to see that I had not, in fact struck a psychopath. Instead I had struck a girl and knocked her out. She was wearing a cyan blue hoodie with jeans. She kept her hood on but just from looking at her body I could tell she was female.

      "Ohmygoosh ohmygoosh ohmygoosh ohmygoosh I'm so screwed."

I decided to help the poor girl by leaving her there.

I have such a warm heart.

As I paced my living room, unsure of what to do, the thought of the girl staying outside was just unbearable. I couldn't live with myself if I left her out there.

I stood there and a figure appeared on my shoulder. It was a mini-me. Except he had devil horns and a pitchfork.

      "Go help the girl you idiot! You might get lucky."

      "I dunno. Let's wait for the angel-me to show his opinion."

      "I am your angelic side."

Right on cue a fat devil version of me with fire for eyes appeared and stabbed my little buddy with his pitchfork and disappeared.

      "Guess I'm saving her then."

I opened the door once more and looked down to see that she had not been kidnapped while I was having a conversation with my "angelic" side. I crouched down low, scooped her up in my arms and carried her inside. I set her down in a chair and immediately started taping her wrist to the armrest. The same went for her legs.

Once I was done restraining her, I drew my attention to her face. I couldn't see it since it was covered by a shadow that was cast by her hood. I reached my hand out and pushed the hood back. Revealing rainbow hair just like mine and a pretty face.

      Holy shit she is drop-dead gorgeous.

I gaped at her for a while before shaking out of my daze. I went to the kitchen and got a knife, just because she was pretty didn't mean she couldn't kill me. I went back to the living room to see that she was waking up.

She groaned and moved her head around. She hadn't opened her eyes yet. I reached out and gave her a light slap to the face. Her eyes fluttered open and I almost had a heart attack.

Her eyes were two magenta orbs. just like mine.

I calmed myself down and stood up. Knife in hand. She raised her head groggily.

      "Where am I?"

      "I'll be the one asking questions here!" I snarled

She suddenly took notice of me and my blade. A defiant fire blazed in her eyes but she played along.

      "Tell me where your from."

      "Well, it all started this afternoon......"

She rambled on and on about stuff. I didn't really pay much attention and pretty soon I was bored. I stabbed my blade in the table, the girl jumped in fright. I stared at her with a steely gaze.

      "Oh I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?"

She stared at me, eyes wide with shock.

      "I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue."

She stared at me, not daring to say anything.

      "What's the matter? Oh you were finished! Allow me to retort."

She watched as I pried the blade and played with it. Twirling it.

      "I told you to tell me where you were from! Not about what you did this morning! NOW TELL ME WHAT COUNTRY YOU FROM?!"

      "What?!"

      "What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?!"

      "What?!"

      "ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT?!"

      "Yes!" She replied, clearly filled with fear.

      "Then you understand what I'm saying?!"

      "Yes!"

      "Then tell me, what exactly am I saying?!"

      "What?!"

I grabbed the knife and held it in my hand, ready to stab.

      "SAY WHAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

She cowered and shook with fear. I let out a little laugh before cutting her hands free. She looked at me, face filled with shock as I cut her bonds free.

      "What's wrong with you?!"

I flashed her a smile before answering.

      "Pulp Fiction. It was a great film."

She stared at me completely confused. I cut the last of her restraints and dropped the knife. She looked at me, her face still pale with fear.

      "I'm just kidding. Name's Ryan. Yours?"

She rubbed her wrist, not daring to look me in the eyes.

      "Rainbow Dash."

Now, I ain't exactly the smartest of people, but I know for a fact that "Rainbow Dash" Is not a human name.

      "Can I just call you Dash?"

      "Only if you promise not to yell at me."

      "Deal."

She relaxed her muscles. She seemed less, tense I suppose.

      "Listen, Since you were in the rain for so long I'm gonna need you to settle down for me to check your body temperature."

      "I'm fine. I don't need your help."

      "Okay then. Bye."

She watched me with her magenta eyes as I made my way to the kitchen. Before I did, I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

      "Don't you have a home to go back to?"

      "Yeah, about that......"

I sighed. I set my blade back down and went back to her.

      "So, your homeless?"

      "I guess you could say that."

      "Do you have any family or friends?"

      "Not here I don't."

I sighed and got up, I gestured for her to follow me. She got up from her chair and walked behind me. I led her into my room.  There was only a single bed there. It was large enough to support two people, but I didn't want to sleep with a girl. I climbed in bed and put my arms behind my head and stared at Dash. She simply stared back.

      "I'm supposed to sleep with you? In this room? On the bed?"

I felt blood rush top my face. She herself was starting to blush.

      "Well, you have two choices. Either you sleep on the floor or you can sleep with the best looking boy in the neighborhood."

She looked at me, disbelief in her eyes. She was going to say something until I got up and walked right up to her.

      "Just kidding. You can have the room. The couch should be comfortable enough. Good night Dashie."

      "Dashie?"

      "Yea. If your gonna start living with me I mine as well give you a pet name."

I slipped past her and exited the room. She simply watched as I walked to the couch and made myself comfortable. She eventually got in the room, shut the door and went to sleep. I stayed awake and wondered where this mysterious girl was from. Maybe she was african? She had a weird name and all. No, her skin tone said it all.

A million questions ran through my head. Who was she? Where did she come from? Did she have a boyfriend?

I shoved the questions aside and went to sleep. I'd ask Rainbow Dash in the morning. Next Chapter: Oh god I'm dead Estimated time remaining: 54 Minutes