Three Dimensions

1. A pile of chicken nuggets

My legs were hurting so bad, but I could't stop or else I would've die. There were like two dozen demons just a few feets from us. "We have to run a lot faster if we want to stay alive!" My best friend Jordan yelled me. "You think I don't know that?" I answered as sarcastically as possible, which was not that easy because I was out of breath.

"Well, you run like you don't know."

"You're such a dork."

We started to run faster, which meant that my legs were going be spaghetti for the next few days, I'm so happy right now. From the corner of my eye I could see Jordan grinning at me. His shoulder-long blond hair was flying behind him. He looked pretty ridiculous  with his hair down, but that's only my opinion because apparently he thinks he's gorgeous. 

I admire how good self-esteem he has, while mine is what it is.

When we finally succeeded to dismiss the demons from our asses, we turned around and decided to go to diner.

The diner is full of mundanes, which doesn't bother me that much, because I really like to watch them. Like how they act and how they all pretend to be something else or try to prove something useless for their lives. Jordan on the other hand thinks that everything they do is annoying (which is partly true).

"Do they have anything that IS NOT dipped into grease or somewhere else questionable?!"  He practically yells and we got a few very weird faces from the people who worked there.

"We just ran like... like... I don't know, a LOT", I said trying to highlight the last word, "I think that allows you to eat some fat, you health dork."

"Fine, but only if you help me to spot cute boys." He said winking at me, so had to wink back.

We decided to order a huge bucket of chicken nuggets and two large sodas, no judging, we just ran like hell.

While we are destroying our pile of nuggets, Jordan started to talk about a new game he had just bought. I love playing games and listen as my friend talks about them, but now I just couldn't keep my mind from wondering about THAT time when we were 12. We had no clue about angels and demons. We were running at the empty streets of New Orleans. At the age of 10 and 12, many people stopped us and asked where our parents were. We said that they were doing groceries, but truth was very different. My parents died when I was six, they were very drunk and ended up killing each other, shortly. Jordan on the other hand was abandoned when he was 7. After the death of my parents we gathered all our fortune and hit the road.

We did some kind of "homeschooling" but mostly we learned everything by the hard way. Yes, our childhood was basically pretty crappy, but on the bright side, we got to do everything we ever wanted.

By the time we got older, we run into a demon, which somehow we managed to kill. After that, we started to dig some information of all kinds of supernatural things and that led us to study our roots too.

Apparently we were some kind of angels. Angels without training.

"You do know what this means, right?" Jordan whispered to me.

"Yeah, if we find a dude that's an angel too, we could get trained ."

"Well yes that too, but mostly we get better conditions to live in, we get an actual meaning to our lives!"

"I don't think life has a meaning we're just ..." Before I could finish my sentence, I felt Jordans arms around me and a whisper in my ear: "Don't be so negative, you always have to think positively if you want to survive in this cruel world. Remember that, always."

"Riz?!" Jordan said right in front of my face, while kicking my leg under the table.

"what? And ouch, stop, I'm listening."

"You okay? 'Cause I'm clearly talking to you." He said trying to look hurt, but he still smiled at me so he failed.

"Yeah I'm just tired."

Jordan raised his eyebrow, clearly not believing me. He watched out of the window looking thoughtful and leaving it be.

"So, now we can talk about the game." He said with a wide grin.

"Fine. What badass game did you bought this time?"

Jordan smiled at me mysteriously and then started to go through his bag.

"You bought Sly Cooper, Sly Cooper?" I said half laughing.

"Yeah I did! It was on sale! Besides you can play Carmelita now." He said seeming so happy. It was sad that I had to ruin it.

"I'm not going to be playing Carmelita."

"Why not? I thought all girls wanted to play girl figures in games?" He said actually sounding confused.

"Well you've got it wrong." And we argued about this about a half an hour, until we decided to play Sly on turns.

"Can you believe it? After all these years we're back in New Orleans, everything seems so different—"

"But still the same." I finished for him.

We sat there in silence, eating our chicken nuggets and sipping our sodas.

"See that dude over there? With that crazy hair, that's our guy. He can give us the new mission, or as you like to say, the new order to accomplish." Jordan said quietly, breaking the silence.

"You better be sure 'cause I don't want to beat the crap out of a wrong guy and lose all of my energy for nothing."

"If I'm wrong, we can buy another bucket of chicken nuggets."

"You will also buy me an ice cream."

"Deal." He said and we left from the diner and headed out to the streets to follow the weird haired guy.