The blood was seeping through my shirt, into my skin, and through my pulverized heart.

How could this have happened to me?

We had just finished working on the Taj Mahal for the day.

"See you tomorrow." I was about to leave the room but the Pope grasped my arm gently yet with hidden strength

Pope leaned in closer to me and caressed my tattoos. My muscles tensed and I tried to push away but his seasoned grasp stood firm.

"What R you doing...WARDEN...why?" I exclaimed passionately.

"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago!" The Pope shouted before Hulk-Smashing his lips upon mine.

It was oddly pleasant, yet I knew it was wrong. Yet soooo right. No...he is married. But I love him more and more each day in this godforsaken prison.

"Michael! Oh yeas...my love..."

I roughly push the sexually attractive elderly man away.

"This isn't right! What about your wife?!1?1?" I can barely hold my trembling body back.

"When I see you, all memories of her fade from existence. I 3 YOU."

Henry unleashes his lust and consequently we fall and smash the miniature Taj Mahal into billions of razor like shards.

"Ah!" Henry ejected.

"What? Are U ok, sweet?" I wondered if he was hurt.

"No, I'm fine. Its just that being here with you is like heaven on earth." He gave a wistful smile.

"Oh gawd! Henry U R bleeding!" His right side was spurting blood from the horrid wound which was the result of a wooden stake from the tallest point of the now destroyed Taj Mahal.

"Don't worry. Just hold me close. And remember, I love you."

Three days later-

Lincoln was executed. Sarah overdosed. And Henry, oh Henry...hehe...is dead.

And everything is going just as planned.

Pls review. I need to know what to fix and what you liked about my fic.

Yay for T-bag/Avacado!

Coming up in the next chap...

"Get your slimy, old, fat, ugly, disgusting, gay, raping, avacado, green, shrek hands off me!" T-bag struggled.

"No."