One Night in Hell
(by TwistedToaster)
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“Edgar… Edgar? Uhm…” Johnny’s voice trailed off mid-sentence, as he peered into the adjacent room. Quiet sobs emanated from the doorway, punctuated with the occasional, sporadic sniffle.
“It’s not going to be SO bad down here… I mean, hell has its perks. No more praying needed, no having to be good so you can get into heaven, to please that insane little God of yours… There’s free breadsticks…” Once again, the homicidal maniac’s voice trailed off.
It wasn’t a very hard decision for the devil to make, putting Johnny and Edgar in as room mates. If you wanted life to be miserable for someone, let them be reminded of their sins every day. That was the devil’s logic.
And it seemed to be working.
Only two hours into getting unpacked, and Mr. Vargas was already curled up on his bed, crying his heart out.

Feeling a twinge of sympathy, Nny got up from his place in the kitchen, and stalked quietly into the next room.
“Hey… hey… It’s okay… Hell’ just like Earth… But, like I said before, in this place, you need not be religious.”

Johnny paused in the doorway, looking to where he supposed Edgar was. No replay came.

“Look, I know why I’M Here. I killed off a bunch of people, never believed in God, and was a waste lock. But YOU, you have seemingly no reason to be here. If you don’t mind the rather abrupt introspection, why the HELL are you here?”

Suddenly, the sniffing stopped. At this point, Nny could make out from the darkness the shape of a bed, and someone sitting on it.
“If it’s all the same to you, and we’re going to be here for the next ETERNITY…” Edgar paused, unsure of whether he could trust Nny or not.

“Yes, yes I ASSURE you, what you say would probably not effect me. Why if you divulged you were the Queen of fucking England, I would not be surprised in the least.”

“Oh…Okay… Well…” Once again, Edgar fell silent. Meanwhile, our favorite homicidal maniac was getting increasingly impatient with this man. He walked further into the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I was, up until a few months ago, leading the life of a relatively normal person. I had a job, I had a god, and not really anything else. And, I was sure that, because of my rather vanilla lifestyle, I’d get into heaven. That’s what I was always told. That’s what I’d always believed. But then…” Again, he stopped.

“OH, C’MON! JUST ELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU’RE HERE!” The other man screamed from the ledge of the bed.
It was then Edgar realized that, even though they were already dead, Johnny could still inflict a good amount of pain on him.
So he continued.
“Well… I met this person, see, and the aforementioned person was rather violent, and killed quite a bit of people.” Edgar tried to twist the words “mass murderer” in the nicest possible way. “And I’d grown rather --err—attached to this person. So much so that God decidedIwasgaysoheputmedownhere… ” He rushed through the last part.

“What? What was that part at the end? Do go on …”

“They put me down here because… I’m… gay.” Edgar shuddered with realization, as he choked out the last words. Johnny was smart enough to figure out just who was who in Edgar’s story, and, for the second time that day, felt a twinge of regret for him.
The quiet sobbing had started up again, and this time, Johnny made no attempt to quell it. He, trying his best to offer sympathy, scootched over to where Edgar was curled up, and patted him on the shoulder. The sobbing continued, and time seemed to stand still.
Then, without any warning, Nny spun around, and pulled Edgar up form the covers, grabbing him by the hands.
“Look! I… Don’t… care! This is hell! You don’t have to pretend to be good any more! Can I make that any more clear?!” Nny’s eye twitched menacingly, as if it were doing so for emphasis.
Edgar looked up from his slightly askew glasses, obviously caught off-guard and confused. There were a few seconds more of silent staring.
“Here... Let me show you…” Nny grumbled.
Before Edgar could react, Nny tackled him, and pressed his lips against Edgar’s. Now, both of them were atop the bed, and Nny had pinned Edgar down.. He started kissing him deeply, still not quite sure why the hell he was doing.

“But wait, this is all wrong! I re—mmfph!” Whatever protests Edgar could have made were silenced by the presence of Nny’s tongue in his mouth.

Slowly, Nny slid off his pants, and dropped them to the floor with his free hand. Edgar, trying to navigate his legs from under his partner, tried to do the same, to no avail. Seeing the problem, Nny got up, still tightly gripping one of Edgar’s hands, but allowing him to struggle quickly out of his pants.

“Look, Nny, if you don’t want to do this, I underst—“ Once again, Edgar was cut off as Johnny raised an emaciated finger to his lips.
“Shhhh…,” he raped. “If any one of us says something unnecessary, we’ll ruin this moment, this memory, and I don’t think ANYONE wants that to happen.”
He glanced over to where his boots lay on the floor, where the blunt end of a not-so-carefully concealed knife stuck out of the top of his left boot. It reminded him AND Edgar that, if things did not go in a good way that night, someone would not live to see the morning.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Edgar didn’t enjoy it. Realizing that Nny had let go of one of his hands, Edgar managed to wend his right hand from its previous position to just above Nny’s shoulder, locking them in embrace. They both ducked under the covers, and, in this mannar, one more night in hell was spent.

~fin.