Chapter Three: Hobo Priest Today...But what about tomorrow? and the truth behind HIde and Go Seek Killer's Hobo Origins!! PLUS++++ kidnapping?

ok....since I'm obviously going to not finish on time....well, I'm just gonna like...half ass end it...then finish it after the competition because i feel like it, yo!

I awoke the next morning in bed next to Jake. Today was Corey's ceremony and he had asked me to be his successful matron of honor and Gwindor was his hobo matron of honor. I dressed in my hobo tuxedo, which was a ripped up tee-shirt and some relaly baggy pants that kept falling off, exposing my dirty underwear. Jake was lucky enough to wear normal clothes, seeing as he was just a spectator. The bastard. We arrived the the church of hobo about an hour before the ceremony. It was a bunch of refridgerator boxer taped together on top of each other with square holes cut into them for windows and a teetering giant car attenae, representing the hobos dedication to the high hobo. Jake sat down on an egg crate in the back while I rushed back to where Corey was preparing for his ceremony. "RACHEL!! YOU ARE 15 Minutes Late!!!" he yelled at me while Mary helped to snap up his tattered white dress with dirt spots on it. "Sorry....i couldn't find anything to wear." "Ugh, you're unbelieavble. I finally found something to do with my life and this is how you congratulate me?" he started to tear up. Amy smacked him while lecturing him about how retarded he is and how retarded everything is. Elyse walked in, still still a bit saggy, but overall looking better with the hobo clothes she was wearing. "Elyse, you make a great hobo!" said Alexis, smearing more make up on her face. She already looked completely hideous without the make up, but she felt that she could be a little more hideous. After everybody was finally ready, it was time to process down the aisle. After everyone but me and corey processed down, I took corey by his hair and swung him down the aisle, in traditional hobo fashion. When he finally made it to the alter with a broken arm and a displaced neck, I walked slowly after him, carrying the small shoe with a hole in the front on a velvet moth bitten cushion. The elderly hobo pope said some really long, boring words about the hobo way of life. Then, it was time for Corey and Gwindor to exchange shoes. After that, they had to run the traditonal holy shoe race across the church and to their respective boxes where they were to pray for 48 hours straight and then not eat for a few more days and then, and only then, will they be aloud muddy water and garbage for food for the rest of their lives.

At the reception, I had the privellage to talk to the Hobo Pope. He called himself Larry Pope. "So, Larry, I was wondering if you knew where the Hide and Go Seek etc. killer's origins in the hobo world came from?" "Ah, I heard about you from the almight garbage can." "Uh, sure. SO what about him?" "Well, he was indeed an ex-hobo of this very community. His name was Sheryll Lighter. He hated everything and everyone because he was named Sheryll. Then, it happened. He went crazy from everyone calling him Sheryll and became....lost to us." "Lost? What do you mean?" "Well, he left one day screaming about how the world will pay for calling him SHeryll and we...never saw him again until we heard about the Hide and Go Seek killer. The tacitcs were him. His favorite game was Hide and Go Seek, but after everybody found out about him wanting to kill because his name was Sheryll, he was unintentionally shunned from our community." "Didn't you do anything to stop it?" "I tried...I tried everything in my power, but it didn't help-" Larry Pope was cut off by a loud piercing man scream. "OH SHIT!! JAKE!!!" I screamed, running towards where I left Jake talking to some Hobos. "Has anyone seen my fiancee?!?!" I yelled, all the hobos looked over to where he was last standing. I ran over there and saw his glasses, crushed on the ground. "WHO DID THIS!?!" I yelled, clutching his glasses to my heart, tears falling down my cheek. Nobody answered. THey just stared at me as if I were a freak. "WHERE IS HE!?!" I yelled again, lashing out at nearby hobos. Then, Corey emerged from his hobo prayer house, his eyes glazed and his hands waving back in forth in a fluid fantastical way. "I have seen who has taken you fiancee" he said, his voice a monotone. "It is he who is called Sheryll." Then, Corey collapsed. Gwindor came running out of his own hobo prayer house. "COREY!! NOO!!!" he yelled, crying and begging to the god of all hobos that corey had survived. Corey opened his eyes and slapped Gwindor for touching him, then grumped off to his hobo prayer house. I sat there, stunned, depressed, and most of confused as hell.