(Alpha's P.O.V.)
I walk to hell it's not as hot as I thought it was. I go to apply I get sent to the Black Parade my job is planning attacks and I also have to go to battle with the others I made a blade and I know it'll last.

I'm now 12 years old I have a good job and I'm alone so if I die no one will cry about it. No one to worry about me. No fear of someone getting hurt. But I'll fight till my last breath and I don't care if I die. I don't care about anyone but myself because I am alone but I hope I don't stay alone forever.