Devin only had one controller controller in his hands. Call of Duty: Black Ops was on the screen, split into three parts. The other two controllers hovered by his hands, moving in completely different sequences than that which was in his hand. Different classes . . . one was even on the opposite team. But each of the had the top three scores in the game so far, each with no deaths. A few people had left the game already . . . the one in the upper right hand corner sprinted, jumped out of the window, and slashed the player below him's back open, gaining his 40'th kill. Within four seconds, he had requested a Tactical Nuke. Game over. His hands and the controller fell to the couch, frowning. He'd been killed by himself. His reflexes hadn't kept up with his mind. Worrisome . . .
As the next game loaded, he sat up from his couch, walked into the kitchen, opened up his fridge, and took out filtered water, pouring it into a glass that flew down from the top of the fridge. He gulped some down. This was getting boring . . . one of the idle controllers' Power button was suddenly being held down, shutting the system down.

"I see a little silhouetto of a man - Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?" He muttered, pouring another glass. This town was . . . boring. "Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening, me!" He walked out of the door, annoyed at the stifling feeling of the heat of the late evening. "Galelio, Galelio, galelio, galelio, Galelio figaro magnifico-o-o-o." It was dark, now, and he was unsure of where he was, exactly. Perfect. He took in his surrounding - high walls on either side, yellow lights to his right and left . . . damp ground. Dumpster. Awful smell. An unconscious homeless man some thirty feet in front of him. "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me..." Random alleyway . . .

It was just then that he noticed that somebody was behind him. Three somebodies, in fact. One female, two males. They had glowing yellow eyes . . . he cocked his eyebrow. "Aye?" "He's just a poor boy from a poor family - save his life from this monstrosity!" He barely had time to process the awful reek from the man ahead of him before they began to charge at him. He blinked lazily, before the dumpster slid behind him, blocking their path. Little good did it do, though, because they leaped over it with relative ease. What were these guys . . .? "Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?" "Hi there," he chimed, the first one quite literally lunging for him, pressing his slender fingers to the male's forehead. Without warning, the creature's head became severed from its body, and evaporated in a sudden whish of ash. Huh. Vampires. Didn't see that one coming. The other two were only momentarily phased... "Bismilah, no, we will not let you go!" The man behind him stood up, his eyes glowing yellow, but Devin noticed him not. "Let him go!" Within a few seconds, Devin was quite aware he couldn't escape, because he could hear the third one running up behind him. "Bismilah, we will not let you go!" He raised his foot up to head level, a metal spike suddenly protruding from the heel of his boot. Eyes widening, the vampire brained itself a second before it could stop, but that couldn't kill one. With a sudden pivot, Devin wrenched the spike from the creature's head, kicking its head into the wall, but falling to the ground as a consequence. "Let him go!" He placed his hands out to catch himself, but was quickly pulled up by the female, his hands held behind his back. "Bismilah, we will not let you go!" The impaled vampire was still struggling up with his brain matter slipping out of his forehead, but the other vampire took little time in grabbing the handle of a shattered wine bottle from the dumpster, apparently planning on killing him before anything else was had. Just a second before he slit Devin's throat, his hand slipped, and the handle floated in the air. Devin kicked him away as well, before lifting his legs, grabbing the female vampire's head between his knees, and flipping her over onto the ground with a painful smash. The wine bottle shard floated into his hand, and a second later she was dismembered. A pile of ash. "Let him go!"

"Will not let you go!" Both of the remaining vampires charged Devin's back. "Let me go!" He hit both of their heads with the back of his hands, deflecting them just enough to to fit both of their heads between his elbows. "Will not let you go!" They clawed at his sides. With a quick step, Devin flipped over again, jerking their necks up until they snapped. Anatomic beheading. After a second, they both turned to ash. "Let me go-o-o-o!" He frowned down at his clothes. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" "Freaks." He sighed, wondering where the nearest bar that would sell alcohol to minors was.