Steven laughed maniacally from where he sat on a rock, the voice of Greg doing the same, but within his head.' I don't know how the fuck we did it, but we escaped. We escaped prison, the cops, and the whole damn world!' Steven though to himself, overjoyed by the maddening situation that has happened. [b]'Maybe we are dead.'[/b] said Susan.
[i]'Shut the fuck up Susan, your being as depressing as usual with your nonsensical ideas. your always like, Lets not kill him, oh lets not get in trouble with the cops, oh lets be kind.'[/i] Greg shot down Susan's thought as fast as possible, being the voice of evil that he was. 'Both of you, shut the fuck up, we aren't dead, we are just somewhere other than the prison, how we got here, I have no fucking clue, it only matters that we are here, and not in that hellhole.' Steven looked back upon the memories of what happened before they ended up here, wherever "here" is. Steven had gotten into a fight with a man, he didn't know what they fought over though, but he ended up with shard of glass in his arm, and an even larger piece in the other guy's neck. Steven looked at his arm, and with a devilish smile, pulled the large piece of glass out, it was barely in his skin, but it was a big shard, he could use it as a weapon.

He stood up from the rock, using his left hand to cover the small wound on his right arm, and began to walk across what seemed to be a sandy beach, as the voices in his head began to bicker again. Greg was like a devil on Steven shoulder, and wasn't much use for things other than shooting down Susan's ideals, as he was only a Demon on a Demon's shoulder. Susan was like a caged bird, useless, but kept for amusement. Susan was all of the good that existed within Steven, manifested into a personality, while Greg was all of the evil.