Several men. Jay. A thief, a criminal, a hitman. Isaac. A bookworm, a geek, a nerd. Victor. A man who hid behind his works, an inventor, an innovator. Anthony. A man who didn't care for the opinion of others, a reckless man, a man who got drunk off of just plain living. (And alcohol, in no small part.) Mark. One who doesn't speak much, a man who hides behind images, a man of few words and fewer deeds. Conor. A man who was taught to hit hard, and work harder, a dockworker, a genuine good guy. What do these men have to do with each other? They are all connected, through their broken hearts, bodies, and minds. Each of them are a bunch of old friends. Most of them wish for a better life, hoping that they can live and die happy. Little do any of them know, the rift between galaxies, and even dimensions, is thin. Let's see what fate has in store for these fellows, shall we?

I came up with this concept a while ago, but never put it into words. (HiE fic, obviously.) Now I am. Be warned, this is my second fanfic, and the first one isn't even done! (Story ignores season 3. Also, will be plenty of swearing and a moderate bit of gore in the later chapters. Also, music will usually be added aswell.) Prepare for a bumpy ride, heh. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy.