Hey there and welcome. I hope that you enjoy the story and I hope that I do not disappoint. If I do, PLEASE TELL ME WHY! I want to improve my writing style and would welcome any advice.

Now... with out further adieu, enjoy the show. Oh... and I don't own any of this, except my own characters that I've created, which you will meet to along the way.

IT was alone, always alone. That's all IT had ever known, all IT ever remembered. There was no time where IT was, just the vast expanse where IT took up the Space. Much of that Space had been empty at The First, when IT awoke and became aware of IT-self. IT liked the emptiness of Space at The First, there was plenty of Space for IT to inhabit and explore. In time IT learned though, that nothing inhabited the Space where IT was. And IT began to feel as empty as the Space IT inhabited, until The Others came. IT was curious when The Others started to appear, there was an end to Space, so The Others couldn't have come from the Space. IT was even more curious when The Others began to make... Stuff that made the Space less... empty. There were only a few when They came, and the Stuff they made didn't fill the Space up much. The Stuff They made was quite beautiful too, little bubbles of Stuff that were filled with even MORE Stuff that made the strangest... Noises that were... filling.

Eventually, curiosity got the best of IT and decided to see what was inside the Stuff. IT decided to pick one that was quieter than the rest, hoping not to disturb the Stuff inside. IT had a hard time finding a way in, when The Others created Stuff they usually created the stuff around themselves, IT thought that the Stuff was a way to protect Themselves so IT was very careful when trying to get in. IT soon found that the Stuff was empty inside like the Space IT inhabited, and was able to enter through the small cracks of emptiness.

Inside the Stuff IT was overwhelmed by the beauty of the smaller-Stuff that was inside. There were Billions upon Billions of lights and orbs all dancing in front of IT in majestic beauty, and he could "taste" the essence of every little piece of Stuff within the larger Stuff. Many of the smaller orbs made the Noises that IT found so delightful and soon IT chose one to see what in the orb made such wonderful Noises. IT was surprised to see that there were many smaller-Others on these orbs and soon IT became entrapped watching these small-Others interact with each other. IT learn so much from them, IT learned new concepts like Him and Her, IT learned about happiness, sadness, anger, fear, pain, and healing. IT learned the difference between right and wrong from these small-Others, how anything right was meant to bring happiness, while wrong brought sadness and anger. IT also came to understand that many of the small-Others had intentions to do right, but many times it only brought sadness.

The most important things IT learned though was from a "young" small-Other who always seemed to feel something called "Alone". IT found Him crying on the side of a street outside a small home, IT wasn't worried about the young small-Other though. The small-Others that were in charge of the young were often quick to comfort their young one, and IT enjoyed watching the young one be comforted by their older small-Others. So IT waited and watched for when one of the small-Others, parents as they were often called, would come out of the house and show something called love. IT waited for what seemed like a long time and was shocked when the small-Others that came wearing uniforms and charged right into the house. IT followed after them, wanting to see what was the problem. What IT saw would continue to haunt IT for the rest of eternities, IT saw the young small-Other's parents lying in pools of their own blood and a twisted soul standing over them gleefully. IT could taste the essence of that being soul, IT then finally understood what the word evil meant, for only such a word could hope to describe the twisted taste that was that souls being. The small-Others in uniforms took the young small-Other and the twisted soul away, IT followed with hopes of seeing the young small-Other find some happiness there.

And so the curtain rises

Act I

Chapter 1

She was young, and happy to be alive on this beautiful day in the city of Megaville! She had just finished the last of her classes early for the quarter and she was going to celebrate. Her sisters often teased that she had lost the ability to relax years ago, which made Today all that more special. She had turned off her cell phone, threw her old books in the trash, and headed down to a little sandwich shop that had just opened up downtown for lunch. Her sisters had given the place high praises, which was rare because they were picky eaters when it came to restaurants.

She was disappointed when the GPS on her phone brought her to this run down little shop in the middle of downtown. The sign over the door proclaimed with little vigor "Norm's Sandwiches! The Best Sandwiches in The State!" She could smell the food that was being prepared though, which enticed her feet to move of their own accord to the door of the shop. She however bumped into two old friends, quite literally, who were just exiting the place!

"Gaaaahhh!" she said as she bumped into the smaller of the pair.

"AHHHHHH! STOP!" said the man she bumped into as the larger man tripped and fell on the two of them.

"Brave Scotsman..." said the man atop the girl politely. "Would you be so kind as to get off of us please,"

"Sorry Jack," the larger man groaned as he lifted himself off of the ground and dusted himself off. Jack then got up and looked down at the now flattened and unconscious girl.

"The lass will be fine Jack,"The Scotsman said as he quickly hurried his friend away. "She's made of stronger stuff then you and I ever were in our younger days."

"Perhaps, but I doubt that she would appreciate us leaving her in such condition," Jack replied to his more carefree friend.

"To be honest Jack, I'm more worried about us," The Scotsman said patting his friend's back. "Though she's not as prone to temper tantrums as her sister, she has been in a rather foul mood of late and I ain't gonna be around when the lass awakes."

As the two left the girl laying there, a man the size of a small semi walked out of the sandwich shop wearing a gigantic white button-up shirt with words painted in a blazing red hue stating "I'm Not Norm". The giant of a man gently picked up the girl in his arms and carried her inside. The restaurant was plainly decorated, several white booths ran along the sides of the shop and tables of the same color were scattered around the center of the room. A decant size flat-screen TV hung behind the plain counter top where a young man in his early twenties, who was wearing the same shirt, was watching the game.. He didn't even look back at the large man as he brought the girl in and set her down in the last open booth.

"Norm!" the young man yelled. "Bud brought another one in!"

"God Dammit!" yelled a voice from the kitchen in the back. "That Scotsman seems to be hell-bent on harming all of MY customers with his two left feet!... Kid!"

"Yeah Boss?" the young man answered.

"You take care of our latest victim and make sure that he OR SHE gets star treatment."

"What!? Hey... I've already had to deal with that snobby princess wannabe when those two walk in here, and I've been chewed up enough by angry customers Today thank you!"

A pan flew out of the kitchen, aimed towards the young man's head, he was barely able dodged it. Bud, who was now standing behind him, caught the pan. He crossed his arms and stared down at his MUCH smaller co-worker.

"Yes Boss." he groaned as he walk towards the front of the shop.

"Why the heck can't those two knuckle heads watch where they are going? I swear we lose more potential customers because of them, and now I got to stand and watch someone drool for the next hour, again!" He thought to himself. Another well thrown pan shot out of the kitchen, this time hitting the back of the man's head. The thrower was an old hunched over man in his 70's, wearing the same white shirt unbuttoned, showing the big "MY NAME IS NORM" that were the same red hue on his black undershirt, who was standing where the young man use to be.

"And stop thinking poorly about MY customers!" he yelled from across the room.

The young man bit back his reply as he continued his way to the unconscious customer, rubbing his head along the way and trying to ignore the slight laughter that started to fill the room. Most of the people here were regulars, and had seen this exchange often enough to find it funny. So he kept his grumblings silent until he saw who Bud had brought in.

Sitting there in a dark pink tank-top that complimented her athletic build perfectly, and jeans that were just tight enough to show off an amazing pair of legs. Was perhaps one of the most attractive customers that had ever set foot in the shop. Her dark brown hair just slightly draped beyond her shoulders and louse strands gently kissed the front of her soft face before resting upon her body. It wasn't until Bud came and lifted the young man by the collar of his shirt that he was able to regain his senses. He looked up at the giant with a sheepish grin that was meant to be an apology, Bud was not consoled by this and slammed a notebook and pen into his stomach before dropping him to the floor. The young man got up clutching his right side, he almost certainly had a few cracked ribs, Bud was never one for subtlety.

The young man stood up straight, notebook in hand waiting for the girl to wake out of her temporary coma. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, long enough that it became impossible to ignore his cracked ribs. But as life always seems to go, it was right then that she started to stir. He stood up straight again and got ready to take her order, and tried not to gawk too much as she stretched out the kinks in her body. She let out a soft moan before she finally opened her eyes, which were a pinkish shade of hazel that seemed to grab all of his attention and leave him trapped within the moment.

"Excuse me?" she said after a minuet, forcing the young man back into reality. "Where am I... and what is that amazing smell!?"

Instinct more than anything else save the young man any from further embarrassment as he went into his usual speech for when Bud picked someone up off the side-walk. "You're at Norm's miss, you just had a run in with two of our best customers..."

"Jack and The Scotsman." she interrupted rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah... um... do you know them?"

"Their old family friends... um?"

"John, the names John."

"John..." she said as if testing the names flavor "Well The Scotsman has never been one for grace or tact."

"Yeah, we've noticed! He always seems runs someone over whenever he comes in, in fact just before you got here he..." a third pan flew out from the kitchen. This time John was able to duck before it hit his head.

"God Dammit Kid, ask her what she wants to order!" Norm yelled from the back.

"I'm getting to it you old fart!" he said throwing the pan back, a sharp yelp followed by the crashing of pans that could be heard from the kitchen.

"What kind of restaurant is this place?" the girl thought to herself.

"Ahem," John interrupted pointing to the menu in front of her. "Is there anything that I can get for you before you order miss...?"

She just stared at him coldly.

"Allllll right then... I'll give you some time to look over the menu."

"God I hope that it was the fall that put her in such a bad mood, or she must be a real Pain to deal with." John thought to himself "Oh and just to let you know miss, the meal's on the house for the trouble that those two caused you."

"Thank you," she said as he turned and started tending to the needs of the other customers. "A little harsh perhaps, but for the love of God I hope it wasn't him that scraped me off the side-walk! He seems like such a brat!"She peaked out of her booth and examined the place. It was large for a sandwich shop downtown. I looked like there was seating for about fifty people and their wasn't an empty seat to be found. She breathed in deep and took in the heavenly smell that emanated from the kitchen, her stomach growling in response.

"Shut up down there, we'll stay and get something to eat o.k.!"

"I'm glad to hear that..." a voice interrupted "Are you ready to order then miss?"

She looked up at John embarrassed, she hadn't realized that she had spoken aloud. She quickly opened the menu and pick the first thing she saw. "Um... I'll take the... Italian beef and pastrami, and a Coke."

"Good choice, I'll have it for you in a moment miss."

John was true to his word. The girl soon had large, hot, and steamy sandwich in front of her. She took in the aroma, picked it up, and enjoyed the symphony of flavor that greeted her taste buds

John let out a sigh of relief, the worst was usually over when the person took a bite out of Norm's cooking. John started walking back to the front desk to start taking the orders again, but was knocked aside by a man wearing a black trench coat and dark sun glasses burst into the shop.

"Hey! What does a guy have to do to get good service here!" he bellowed in as if expecting everyone to bow as he passed by. John could hear several girls sigh when they saw his build and his spiked blond hair.

"Sigh... here we go again." John mumbled as he walk up to the register. "What can I help you with sir?"

"I want you to give me the best sandwich in... the... world!" the man said pointing at John to emphasize each point.

"Well as you see, we have a lot of items to choose from. May I recommend the Double Pastrami Burger, the combo's only seven buck!"

"No, no, no my friend," the man said grabbing John by his shirt and pulling him in. "What I said is that I want you to Give me the best sandwich in the world. When did I actually say anything about paying for the sandwich?"

The room got quiet as everyone in the room sat listening to what the man was saying. John looked straight into the man's eyes and gave his answer. "Sorry for the misunderstanding sir," he said looking over at Bud knowingly. "Bud. Why don't you show this man to his seat."

Bud suddenly appeared right behind the man, picked him up by his long hair, and chucked him through the door out into the street.

"Boss! Do you want us to handle this guy?" John yelled.

"Go ahead! The punk ain't worth my time."

Bud and John grinned at each other as they ran outside, while the girl watched in horror as the two ran outside to deal with the man.