Friday, March 13, 2015

Nice Things to Do on a Do-Nothing Day

On a day where you have no real plans, and nowhere specific to be,

Here are some things for you to do on your do-nothing day.

Find a place to read a book, whether it is outside or inside.

Take a nap in your bed, unless that’s not your thing.

Go on your own little picnic.

Call your parents, because you haven’t talked with them in quite a while

Go outside and lie in the grass, and stare at the sky.

Fly a kite in the sky in the local park.

Eat food in your room, and eat as much as you want.

Binge watch TV shows on Netflix, because you wanna catch up to where your friends are.

Sing along to your favorite song, and don’t care who hears it.

Play that game on your computer or game system that you normally don’t have time to play.

Hang with friends and just do fun stuff like play a game or whatever the hell you feel like doing.

Call someone on your cellphone who you haven’t talked to in a while.

Go for a drive if you’ve got a car, and take a drive around.

Go swimming or just relax in a hot tub.

Watch that movie you’ve seen so many damn times that you just about know all the lines.

Cuddle with that special someone, and enjoy their company.

Write a story or a poem, because your mind is exploding with ideas.

End the day with observing the stars in the sky, and enjoy the sound of crickets.

Do the same thing you always do on these do-nothing days, or something completely different.

You could do all of these things on any day really,

But on this day you have the freedom to do all of these things, and more

Or just do nothing, just because you can.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Memories Hidden

Memories Hidden
By: Gavin Warren
Standing by the side of the road, Patrick watched the cars go past, knowing what had happened here several years before. The smell of gasoline brought back memories of that day, one that would be stuck in his head for the rest of his life. He knew that it had been mostly his fault. It had been such a windy day that fateful winter morning. It was a day that he relived in his head much more than he wanted to. He was only 15 when it day happened. He and his friend Collin had just been goofing around on the side of the road, off to the side in the bushes where a car couldn’t see them. They were having fun throwing nice, well-packed together snowballs at the cars coming around the bend. They got a few horns to honk at them, even though the drivers couldn’t see them. Then it came. That one car he would always remember coming around the bend. It was a Toyota Camry, with a tan coat of paint. Collin tossed a nice packed snowball to him, and chuckled a bit, since this was such a good form of entertainment for them. Patrick leaned his arm back, and swung his arm forward, watching the snowball fly through the air, and, in the most unexpected turn of events, through the open window of the car. The cushioning yet cold sound of the snowball hitting the driver, and the immediate sound of brakes screeching and sliding on the icy and snowy road were noises that still rang in Patrick’s head years later. The car did not stop, and slid off of the road, and as it tried to turn to stop, it slammed full force into a tree on the driver’s side of the car. Patrick and Collin both froze, but knew they had to leave there as soon as possible.
 After the car had crashed, the two boys just stared at what they had done, and as Patrick turned back once more to look at the wreckage, he turned his head back towards where Collin was, to see him fast-walking away from the road, deeper into the forest, on his way out of there, not wanting to get caught. When the boys got back home, they discussed the situation, and both agreed to never tell anyone about it. Surprisingly, they were able to do so. It wasn’t until later that they both found out about the crash, and how the driver had been killed instantly upon hitting the tree. Yet, they were still able to keep things under wraps.
Now at 19 years old, Patrick still had the thoughts in his head, and had had nightmares about it the past several nights. He still saw Collin plenty, but Collin had done a good job of shutting it out of his mind. Patrick however, had not. It popped up at least once or so every other day. His way of coping with it was unorthodox, but he convinced himself that he had had nothing to do with the accident, and that it had been ice on the road. Of course, this belief would not last. He saw it so many times in his dreams; he knew it couldn’t have been ice. He knew that he hadn’t meant to cause this man’s death, yet he knew he couldn’t own up to what had happened.  As of now however, he was on his way now to a date with a beautiful girl, who he had met in the same writing class the other day at the community college they both attended. Her name was Julie, and she was one of the most beautiful girls that he had ever seen.
As he thought about the horrible day once again, since it crossed his mind at least several times a day (especially when driving on that specific road), yet he just kept suppressing the memory, he was on his way to a quaint little diner to meet up with Julie. He was happy to have something to take his mind off of that horrible event. She was a wonderful girl, and he was very happy that she said “Yes” to a date. He hoped that the date would go well. He smiled at the thought of the first memory and meeting he had with her. They were discussing their favorite James Bond movie, and having a very informative discussion about them, and who their favorite actor was for playing the famous 007 spy. Those movies were a big obsession of his, and it wasn’t often that he met someone who seemed to love it as much as he did. He wanted to get to know this girl even more. So, by the end of their first big conversation, he asked her out on a date. Julie giggled flirtatiously at the idea, and told him that she would love to. And with that, Patrick had a date with this wonderful James Bond-loving girl.
 Finally, after driving for about 10 minutes or so, he arrived. Once parked, he walked into the diner. Seeing Julie sitting there in the waiting area, he smiled. She looked beautiful with her brown eyes and black hair, and when she saw him, she smiled back. “Hey Patrick”, she said, “I’m glad you could make it, I’ve been looking forward to this.” Patrick had zoned out a bit once again, entranced by her beauty, and snapped back into reality when she finished speaking. “Me too, you look beautiful.” He replied. She smiled back, and she stood up, and went over to Patrick and gave him a big hug. As he felt her arms go around him, Patrick knew that he was happy. He knew that she was special. Something seemed different about Julie, like he knew her somehow from the past, but couldn’t figure out why. The look of her face reminded himself of a man, a man who looked similar enough to be related to her. However, he couldn’t put his finger on it with anyone that he really knew that looked like her. Just of a face, a face that stuck in his mind for whatever reason. For now, he just decided to shake off this idea. As the waitress directed them to their booth, Patrick hoped that this date would go well. He knew in his heart that he really liked this girl.  After being seated, they both ordered water and began to look at the menu. “So Julie was it a long drive to get here?” asked Patrick, eager to start chatting with this girl. She giggled a bit at this, and it appeared to Patrick that she was in a very good mood. “Well to see someone as cute as you, it didn’t seem too long. But I’m not too far from here. I drove that piece of shit car I have to get here.” “Oh nice, heh heh…” chuckled Patrick. “Which one is yours?” She pointed to a car between a red pickup truck, and a blue Honda Civic. Patrick’s jaw dropped at the sight of it. It looked nearly the same as the car from the incident. “Did…did you get it from your parents?” he asked, fearful of the answer. Julie blew one of her bangs out of her face, and her face became a bit more solemn at his question. “My mom got it for me, from the money that we got from…from….” she seemed to have a hard time uttering the last bit, “from my father’s car crash that killed him. He was on his way home to us, and he lost control on this one road and crashed into a tree on the driver’s side. He was…he was killed instantly. After his death, my mom was distraught, yet was eventually able to pull herself again for my two younger siblings and I. She ended up working two jobs, and we didn’t have much. At times, we didn’t have much around the house. Our relatives helped us eventually get back on our feet, but…but….I know living that way for several years of my life wasn’t good. I’m sorry for putting this all on you Patrick, I just…I just…miss him a lot… ” Patrick did his best to hold himself together after hearing all that. She had no idea that he was the reason her father hadn’t made it home that night, and that he was the reason for why she was upset right now. All these years he had been reliving those events in his head, not realizing that this man he had watched die was this poor girl’s father. He couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if she could see into his mind, and watch the clip on replay in his head. He had taken her father away from her, and he had no idea what to do or say. “I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back”, he said as he stood up to leave, and walked past her, patting her on the shoulder in order to comfort her, even if it was just a small amount.
He fast-walked into the bathroom and went to the sink. He turned the knobs, cupped some water in his hands, and splashed in on his face. “I can’t tell her….I just…I can’t let her know. It would destroy her. She was near tears already, and I don’t know how she will take it”, he muttered to himself. “I can’t do it…” he said once again. “Yes you can” said a voice. Patrick looked up, and saw a man in the mirror. He had short dark black hair, and brown eyes, the same color as Julie’s. Patrick knew who this man was. It was her father, her dead father. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Patrick had been haunted by this ghost for years, but had no reason to talk to it till now. Whenever he had seen it before, he chose to just look away, until now, when he couldn’t take his eyes off of this man. “You must tell her what happened, young man”, Julie’s father said. “But…but…I can’t!” exclaimed Patrick. “I can’t bear to tell her that I’m the reason that you aren’t there!” The man walked closer to Patrick. “My daughter has been dealing with this pain for the past several years, and so has my wife. Tell her so she can finally move on. Do it for my sake.” He said, with a sad yet accepting look on his face. Patrick thought about what Julie’s father had said, staring down at the sink. “You’re right”, he said, “You’re right. I will tell…” he looked up and saw no one. Scared by what had just happened, he splashed a bit more water on his face, and left the bathroom.
            Sitting back down with Julie, Patrick knew what he had to do. He looked at her face, appearing to have been a bit bored since he had been gone. “Julie…there’s something important that I need to tell you”, he said in the most serious tone he could, even if he was still a bit terrified. Julie lifted her head up, eager to hear. “What is it Patrick?” she asked, in a very quizzical tone of voice, wondering what it could be. “I…I…I am the reason why your father didn’t make it home that night. I was throwing snowballs at cars with my friend a few years ago on the side of Ridgewood Road, the one that leads to this diner; I think you know what I am talking about. A...a…anyways, so…I threw a snowball, and your dad’s window was open, and it hit him, and….and…it caused him to crash. I’m so sorry, Julie. I was foolish and young then, and I know I can never make up for it. But…now that I found out who he was to you, I just had to tell you. I had to.” He said, finishing his speech. He looked at Julie, curious with how she was taking the news. Her eyes were welling up with tears, and she looked like she was about to start sobbing, until all of a sudden, her face shifted to a face of pure anger instead. “YOU? YOU’RE THE REASON WHY MY DADDY NEVER MADE IT HOME THAT NIGHT? BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID “BOYISH ANTICS”, I WAS LEFT WITHOUT A FATHER, CAUSING MY MOM TO WORK FULL TIME, AND CAUSING ME THEN TO HAVE TO RAISE MYSELF? AS WELL AS CAUSING THE LIVES OF MY SIBLINGS TO BE JUST AS SHITTY? YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN JUST APOLOGIZE LIKE THAT, AND TAKE BACK ALL THE PAIN YOU HAVE UNKNOWINGLY CAUSED ME THESE PAST FEW YEARS? FUCK YOU PATRICK! FUCK YOU TO HELL AND BACK AGAIN. I HOPE YOU SUFFER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH THIS GUILT, OR BETTER YET, I HOPE YOU ROT IN JAIL, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!!!” With a very forceful swing of her hand, she smacked Patrick across the face with all the strength she could muster with this anger. It felt like he had been punched in the face instead of a slap for Patrick, and it took him a while to register it, just long enough for him to realize her dumping both glasses of ice cold water on his head. He didn’t see her leave, but he knew she had gone. Once he had gathered himself together, with all eyes in the diner on him, he got up, and walked out of the diner. Her car was already gone, but he knew that she had been there by his car with all the clear dent marks left in the side door and back of the car. He climbed into his car, turned on the ignition, and started driving home.

            He made himself go back down that road where it had all happened. He was just about to turn around the bend, when he saw what he wasn’t expecting. Several cop cars, an ambulance, and Julie’s car, slammed into a tree. It looked just like her father’s crash, and for a moment, he thought it was, until he saw the paramedic open the passenger side door, and pull out ever so slowly, a lifeless body with long black hair. Patrick just about lost it at this moment, seeing the girl who’s life he had ruined now over and now a lifeless corpse, but was able to hold himself together just a bit longer, long enough to make it to the cop car. He opened the door to the back of the cop car, and was just about to climb in, when a cop stopped him. “Hey boy! What are you doing?” he bellowed. “Going where I belong.” Said Patrick, as he climbed into the cop car and closed the door. He was just about to start sobbing when he felt a presence on both sides of him. He thought it was cops, but when he looked up, he instead saw two people. It was a man and a girl who looked similar enough to be father and daughter. It was Julie and her father. They both just looked straight head, and said nothing. Patrick knew what they were. Their ghosts, doomed to haunt him forever, no matter where he went. And with this realization, he began sobbing.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

A Hospital Visit

Hospital Visit

I am in the hospital. It is a place I am quite familiar with. I am only about 5 or 6 years old. There are many hospital beds near me. I see other people lying in beds as well. I look to my left and I see a doctor, smiling at me, and talking to someone to my right. I look. It’s my mom and dad. I am happy to see them again. I just woke up a bit ago, and what I can remember is being is in a room with a bunch of doctors a while back. I had a needle in my chest, and they had just put “milky medicine” in it.  I don’t know why, but I don’t remember what happened. Why would that be? The milky medicine being injected in is the last thing I remember. It felt calming and then I closed my eyes. Anyways, back to my parents and the hospital bed. They have the things I look forward to after these, what I think are called….spinal taps? I don’t know. I’m always excited for them because I get things from my parents afterwards. Ooh, there they are! The gifts! They are small boxes of sugary cereal, usually Froot Loops, and Pokémon cards. I’m excited to see them. My parents are happy to see me smiling and awake. I give them a hug and a kiss. It is nice to see them. I know why I am here, but not what the spinal tap was for. I have leukemia. My parents take me here a lot to help me feel better. I like the nurses and doctors that I have met. The one to my left is very familiar to me. I remember her in the room with all of the other doctors. I wonder when the next operation like this will be. I don’t get sugary cereals or Pokémon cards too often, especially since I usually only get enough money for Pokémon cards. I hope it’s soon.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Lost in an Empty Wasteland - Chapter 1


Chapter 1: Starting Over

    Grant stared out between the cracks of the wooden bars shielding the broken window, waiting for his friend Kevin to return. He had been gone a while now, looking for supplies. In this new world they were living in, they were necessary for survival. Whether it be a few bullets, or even just a bit of edible food, anything was worth it. After the world went to absolute hell due to the outbreak, everyone scattered across the nation to escape the infected that used to be humans who now plagued the land. It was just him and Kevin now. He hadn't seen any other familiar faces in months now, but hoped if he did, that they weren't trying to bite his face off or rotting on the ground. Then the door opened. He turned quick, with his double barrel shotgun in his hands, aiming at the door. A boy wearing glasses walked in, holding three small boxes of shells and bullets, as well as two cans of beans. He had short brown curly hair, with brown eyes to match. He jumped when he saw the shotgun pointed at him, and dropped what he was carrying. "Oh..." said Grant, "It's just you Kevin. Damn it dude, don't scare me like that!" Kevin gathered himself back together, and responded, "Sorry man, I forgot. On the bright side, look at all of the stuff that I got!" He tossed the small boxes of shotgun ammo to Grant, who caught them with ease. "Thanks Kev, I needed these." Kevin smiled, and reloaded his pistol. "No problem", he said, "Oh hey, I noticed something out there that neither of us have seen in quite some time." Grant looked up, interested to hear what news he had. "And what is that exactly?" He said, to one of the few people left that he knew were still alive. "Activity", said Kevin,"By the old building that resembles some sort of dining hall. There are infected going towards it. But something is pushing them back."

    "Molly, are you sure this is a good idea?" said Natasha. "What are you talking about? Of course it is!" said Molly, holding a sniper rifle, pointed out the window of a small little shack they had managed to build. The gun was pointed at what appeared to be a scavenger, in the area obviously to find some supplies. But in this new day and age, people lived by "survival of the fittest", and rarely stuck around with big groups for a long period of time. "If you kill him, who knows if there are others around? You could be drawing them right towards us!" scolded Natasha. Molly chuckled at Natasha's worry. "Relax, everything will be fine. Even if there are more, I can just take them out, one by one." she said, brushing her dirty brown hair away from her eyes. With her hazel eyes, she looked down the scope of her sniper rifle once more, aiming carefully at the scavenger's head. With her finger on the trigger, she was ready to end this filthy scavenger's life. All of a sudden, she heard a scream. But it wasn't coming from inside. It was coming from outside, and just off a ways away from the scavenger. It was a another girl, one whom Molly didn't recognize, with hazel eyes and dirty blond hair, running towards the scavenger. When the girl was in closer range to the scavenger, she yelled, "Run! They're after us!" The scavenger didn't wait to ask her from what, and just ran after her instead. "We have to help them!" exclaimed Natasha. Before Molly could respond, they heard a loud knocking at their door. They heard the sound of the locked door handle trying to be wriggled open. Without a word, Natasha ran over, unlocked the door, and swung it open. The girl and the scavenger dove in. Landing with a nice thud, the two stood up and froze. It was at that moment that Natasha and Molly realized who they were. "Amy...Derek...we thought you were dead!" said Natasha. It had been a few years since the two had seen anyone they had known before the world had changed, and it was a shock but a delight as well. "Well clearly we're not, which is definitely a relief, considering all those dead bodies outside look positively revolting." said Derek. He was the comical type, always trying to bring a bit of humor to situations that needed it. With his short dark brown hair and a short beard to match, Derek went over to Natasha, and gave her a hug. The other girl, Amy, was still a bit shocked. She wasn't expecting to see two of her old friends, let alone anyone that wasn't trying to kill them. "So...you're alive..." said Amy to Molly. "Yeah...how about that?" said Molly, with a slight laugh. "So have you seen anyone else since the infection started?" asked Amy, curious if there was anyone else out there, anyone at all whose minds hadn't been infected. It was hard enough surviving with just Derek and herself. Now that they had found two old friends of theirs, people that they had been close to before the infection, it was a whole new situation. She had more than just Derek and herself to look out for, since it only made sense for them to stick together. 

    All of a sudden, a loud noise was heard from outside. The sound of infected. "You brought them here??" whispered Molly loudly to Amy and Derek, looking towards the door the two had come in from, waiting for it to burst open. "Well that wasn't really our plan, we were actually trying to get away from them, but I guess that didn't work.", said Derek. Amy turned towards Derek, and glared at him. "This isn't the time for jokes Derek! What are we going to do??" Molly was just about to speak, when the sound of several gunshots went off outside. The groaning and feral voices of the infected had gone, and now all they could hear was footsteps, and then the sound of the butt of a gun, pounding itself against the door, clearly wanting to get inside. It was clear that whomever, or whatever, was coming in, and none of them could stop it.

   "You sure this is the place?", Grant asked Kevin. "It doesn't look like a place that people could survive in." He gestured towards the broken down building, with part of the roof caved in. There was debris everywhere, and it was clear that it would be a bit hard to enter. Kevin responded, "I'm telling you Grant, I saw infected going in here, and none of them came out. If we find any alive ones in there we will take them out, and maybe we can even find some more supplies in there." He was right. Since there was such a minimal amount of usable supplies left in their hideout, let alone the rest of the world, they took what they could get. The two boys made their way up to what looked like an opening, under two big chucks of rubble that had clearly fallen off the building. They both ducked underneath, and made their way in. Finding a door, Grant and Kevin stood with their backs against the wall, ready to open the door, and fire at any infected that came out if they needed to. The two nodded to each other, and Grant pulled the door open quick, both of them pointing their weapons inside the building. "No sign of infected." said Grant. "Well whoever's in here is doing a good job of making sure there aren't." said Kevin. The two walked slowly into the building, which was poorly lit, and made their way in. 

     As the boys made their way in, they noticed something. For a place that was messy and whatnot on the outside, the inside looked pretty solid. The exterior of the building was falling apart, but the inside was still sturdy. The boys entered a decent size room, and out of the corner of Kevin's eye, he spotted a small pile of ammo and supplies. "Grant look, whoever was here left their supplies. More for us then!" he said with a smile. He made his way over there with a smile on his face. Grant followed him over, a bit curious however as to why a pile of ammo would just be sitting there so nicely in that spot. "Unless...", he said to himself. He had no time left to continue, as he watched Kevin pinned against the wall by a figure, who's face he couldn't see due the rooms poor lightness. He went over to help, but before he knew it, a smaller figure jumped at him, grabbing him by the shoulders and sweeping his leg out, causing him to fall and drop his gun. Before he knew it, he was pinned to the ground, with this mysterious person on top of him, with a small dagger pressed up against his throat. "Who are you?" the voice asked Grant. "Why are you here and how did you get in here?" said the other voice to Kevin. "Our names are Grant and Kevin, and we aren't too far from here. We were just checking this place out!" stated Grant. While it was true they shouldn't just give themselves away like that, they weren't really in a position to argue. "That's a lie. We knew two people named that, and there's no way you two are them. We haven't heard from them since the infection. Who are you really?" said the person on top of Grant. "No seriously! It's us!" shouted Kevin. "Wait..." said the person on top of Grant, as they leaned a bit closer towards his face. The person pulled out a small object, and pointed it at his face. A light suddenly shone on his face, and Grant now realized it was a flashlight. At the moment, they both froze. Grant recognized who this was. It was Jennifer, his closest friend before they had been separated by the infection happening, causing everyone to scatter. Her hazel eyes and dirty blondish hair were as distinctive to him as they had always been, and he couldn't believe that this girl was her. "Jen!" "Grant!", they both said to each other, standing up and hugging each other tight, so happy to see each other. At that time, the figure pinning Kevin against the wall, moved back too. "Kevin, is that really you? It's me, Rose!" she said. After a big hug, Rose went over and opened the dirty and dusty, yet still working blinds on a window, letting some light in. The four of them now made their way over to two couches by the window, and sat down. Grant next to Jen, and Rose next to Kevin. "So how have you guys been?", said Rose, clearly interested in hearing how her two old friends were holding up. She had blue eyes and dirty blond hair like Jen's, but a bit darker shade. "Pretty good, we have our little outpost a short ways away from here. We have some supplies there that we all probably could share once we go back.", said Kevin. "And after that, we are abandoning it.", said Grant. "Wait, what?", said Kevin, with a surprised look on his face, turning towards Grant. "Think about it. We found you two, and who knows how many of the others from our old friend group are still alive out there? We need to go looking for them. We can survive longer if we work together.", stated Grant. He was very glad to have found these two, but it was clear now to him that he and Kevin couldn't spend the rest of their lives, however long they may be, in that tiny little place they lived in. "You make a good point. Besides, a bit more ammo and supplies may make things easier, Rose.", said Jen, cuddling up next to Grant for a bit of warmth. Rose pondered on this for a moment, and finally answered. "It would be nice to see more familiar faces, and I have heard bits of info of sightings of other people around here. Maybe it's them." Kevin added, "Although, it could be scavengers who would kill anyone that's not familiar to them, or just for the hell of killing. Either way, this is gonna be dangerous. We do need to leave, now that I think about it." Grant smiled at this. Things were coming together. "It's settled then. We leave in the morning, go to our little outpost, gather our stuff, and start exploring. Sound good to you guys?" The others nodded, and with that, the four discussed and reminisced late into the night. 

     Finally, exhausted, most of them went to bed. Grant however, sat on the couch looking out the window. Outside the window was the empty and barren wasteland he had come to know. Destroyed buildings and decaying bodies were just a few words to describe the mess of what he could see outside the window. "And tomorrow we leave to explore it..." he said to himself. He closed the blinds, and then grabbed a small blanket that the girls had found for him, and covered himself with it as he laid down on the couch. He was happy to have found a few of his old friends, yet was also worried about what would happen. He had lost several friends to the infection and scavengers, and he wasn't sure what he would do if he lost these guys. He knew now that he would just have to wait until tomorrow morning, and see what sorts of threats and obstacles they would come across tomorrow, exploring land that they knew nothing about. He closed his eyes, and finally slowly drifted off to sleep.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Empty Apartment Bed

"Beep Beep Beep!", went Travis' alarm clock. With a lazy wave of his hand, he hit the snooze button, just eager to sleep a little bit more. He didn't recall why he had even set his alarm last night, considering that it was Saturday, and he did not work weekends. Trying to fall back asleep, yet failing at it, Travis finally gave up and just sat up in his bed, still in a drowsy state. He looked to his right, looking for his faithful girlfriend, Emily, who usually was still sleeping before he woke up. The sheets on her side of the bed were undisturbed, and the small dresser where she had set some of her own things was completely barren of any sign that she had been there at all. It looked like it had when they both had moved into the apartment a year ago. Travis froze at this strange sight. "What could possibly have happened?", thought Travis. With a confused look on his face, he looked around the room. The room seemed more empty than usual. While it was true that both he and Emily didn't have much in their bedroom, it now seemed like there was even less. "Emily?" he called out the bedroom door, awaiting a response. But no response came. All was silent. "I've got to still be dreaming or something." he said to himself, hoping that he was right. Travis slowly got up off the bed, standing there in his pajamas, which consisted of a pair of shorts, and a old shirt that he barely wore in public due to its rough condition. He scratched his head of shaggy brown hair, and rubbed his dark brown eyes. He walked slowly out of the bedroom, still a bit sleepy. He glanced around the rest of the apartment. He realized something wasn't right. All of Emily's things were gone. Not a single thing left that he knew belonged to his beloved girlfriend. Travis froze, still trying to comprehend the scene in front of him.
 
           At that moment, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was a piece of paper, sitting on the kitchen counter. It clearly was only a half piece of paper, considering the rip marks on the one edge of the paper. He walked over to the counter, and picked up the paper. It had something written on it in neat handwriting. Looking closer, he realized it had Emily's handwriting on it. He began reading. "Dear Travis," it said, "I can no longer be with you. As much as it hurts me to say this, I don't love you anymore, at least not like the way I used to. I know this will be hard for you to hear, and I can't begin to imagine how painful this will be for you. The spark in our relationship went out much farther back than you, or even I, ever thought it would. I did my best to make it work, and I have no doubt in my mind that you tried as well. Things just didn't work out the way we thought they would. There were nights that I just laid in our bed together, with you already passed out, thinking about us. I thought about our future together, and if we had gotten married and had kids, as well as us growing old together. But of course, reality hit me. We are both on two completely different paths in life. I wanted us to work, truly I did, but looking towards the future, I can't have a relationship in this career I am currently pursuing. I need to focus on my work, and I hope you can understand that. There were times, I will admit, that I wanted to forget that, and just stay with you. Unfortunately, we can't all just live out our dreams exactly the way we want them to. Our love and our relationship was important to me, but we both have to move on from this. I have already, and I hope you are able to as well. I won't forget the comfort and love that you gave to me, and I hope that you will not forget mine. These two years that we spent together were some of the best times of my life, but we can no longer live in the past. The past fades slowly, and the future comes quick. Those are words that I have recently come to live by. I hope you live a happy and successful life. Maybe someday we will meet again. But for now, this is the end. I have changed my number, and have left for New York. I will pursue my career there, looking for my dream job. Who knows exactly if I will find it or not? I wish you the best of luck in your future. Goodbye my love, for you are one person in my life who I will never truly forget. Love, Emily." Travis read the letter through multiple times, still having trouble comprehending this situation he was now placed in. He was alone, all alone, in the apartment where he had shared so many memories with Emily. He pulled out his phone, and called her number, still thinking that there was no possible way for this to be real. "The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again.", said the recorded voice on Emily's line. "This can't be real.", he said to himself. He threw his phone down on the couch, and sat down beside it. Travis buried his face in his hands, thinking hard about what the letter had said. After a few minutes of deep thought, he stood up again. He walked over to the window in his apartment, and looked out to the city. His apartment was high up, so he had quite a view of the city. Looking down, he saw lights. Lights of cars in the streets, of streetlights on the corners, and the neon signs of entrances to restaurants or other businesses. He wondered if Emily was down there, just walking around, trying to find herself. When did she leave last night? Did I just miss her? Can I still catch up with her? ,  he thought to himself. He sighed, knowing it would be no use. She was out of his life for good now, and there was nothing he could do to change that. Turning away from the window, he sulked over to the fridge, and pulled out three beers. Closing it, he looked up on the fridge. His heart sank. Emily had forgotten something before she had left. It was a picture of the two of them held on the fridge by a magnet backed frame, happy as can be, with Travis kissing her on the cheek. He pulled the picture and the frame off the fridge, and  tossed it across the room. The frame hit the wall and broke, causing the photo to fall onto the floor, face-up. Travis dragged himself over to the couch, and sat down, opened one of his beers with a bottle opener, and took a swig. The taste was as familiar as it had been to him before, when he was still with Emily, when they had shared their drinks. With Emily gone, it was his only method of comforting himself. He took another drink, savoring the taste. This was now his life of loneliness. It would not be easy to find someone like Emily again, and he knew this, from the bottom of his lonely heart. Taking another drink, this one longer than the last two, he buried his face in his hands, and cried. He cried, while taking times in between to take another drink of his only way to cope. He soon finished his first bottle, and without hesitation, he popped open another one. He dug into his pocket, looking for his phone, but found something else. It was a small box, designed to hold jewelry. He opened the lid, and there it sat. The engagement ring he had been planning to give her on their next date. With tears rolling down his face, he let the box fall out of his hand to the floor, landing on its side. He took a huge swig of his new beer, and let it clang down hard on the table, when he put it back down. After he finished his second bottle, he popped open his third. Looking at it, he said through sobbing, "Two down, many more to go.", and took a drink.
 
                                                                                     

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A Glacial Tundra - Chapter 1

 
Chapter One - The New World
 
 
          Garrow looked out the window of his small, yet cozy home. The ground was still covered in snow. He didn't really expect much difference. Outside had been that way for many years now. Many years before he, as well as his friends, were even born, the world was in a rough state. The weather kept getting unnaturally cold, and no matter what scientists did, they soon realized they could not stop the inevitable. This event was the next Ice Age. In the span of several days during the beginning of the month of December, the world soon became covered in a very thick blanket of snow. Obviously, humans were not prepared for this to happen, and many perished in this event. The technology of the world had mostly been frozen solid, so humans had to get used to living a more primitive lifestyle. Garrow grew up this way from birth, and knew nothing else but that. Coming back to reality, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, with the subtle gust of the wind going on outside. "Brrr... it's cold out there!" said a familiar voice. Garrow turned from the chair he was sitting in to see who had just walked in. It was a boy about Garrow's age, 18, with brown eyes, and black hair. "Oh really now Colt, I had no idea." said Garrow sarcastically, with a grin on his face. The boy frowned, clenching his fists. "I told you! My name is Coltanis! Not Colt! You know I hate that nickname..." Garrow smiled. Colt was one of his friends from the village they lived in. After the Ice Age started, people began forming villages in order to create some sense of community in the newly frozen world. Eventually, when the children grew old enough, they left the homes of their parents, and formed their own villages to display their independence. Garrow lived in a village with most of his friends, and enjoyed it very much. It was nice seeing a bunch of familiar faces every day, knowing well that these people could be relied on. "I know dude, I know. You know I'm just messing with you right?" he said. Coltanis swung his arm with a friendly punch to Garrow's shoulder. "I know man, I know. Hey, the guys are outside. We were going to go hunting. You wanna go?" Garrow thought for a moment. While he did want to go hunting, he did want to visit the girls of the village later. He was friends with all of them, but especially wanted to see two of his closest friends, Ellwyn and Diamera. He also wanted to see some of the others, but mainly these two. "Sure dude, let's go!" The two boys gathered their necessary gear, which consisted of daggers for each of them, as well as a bow and arrows, and went out the door, making sure to shut it behind them.

          It took Coltanis and Garrow a while to find the others, due to a minor snowstorm blowing around that day. The chilly wind was blowing the snow diagonally, but the two boys only struggled a bit, due to it being something they dealt with several times a week. Obviously, with the drastic changes from the new Ice Age, the boys wore bulkier clothing to keep warm. Fur from skinned animals was often used as the main source for this clothing. Garrow and Coltanis, as well as the other boys usually wore large fluffy wolf fur coats, with a evenly not too-thin and not too-thick white hare fur shirt underneath. Soon, the two boys spotted familiar figures not too far off in the distance. Then, all of a sudden, their view changed. A giant white figure had appeared near the group of boys. Garrow and Coltanis ran over to help, but stopped in their tracks as soon as they realized what it was. It was a polewolf, a mixed breed of a polar bear and a wolf. It had the bulky body of a polar bear, but had the speed of a wolf. It's face was shaped like a bear's, but had the characteristics of a wolf's, like it's sharp, cold and piercing eyes, as well as it's large black nose. It was a fearsome creature indeed in this new Ice Age. The animal's eyes were red with rage, and was circling the boys, looking for an opening to attack. Garrow pulled out his dagger, while Coltanis readied his bow with an arrow, set to fire. With precise aim, Coltanis shot an arrow right into the side of the polewolf's thick neck. Roaring in pain, the creature scanned the area, looking for which of these foolish boys would even dare to fire at such a creature as powerful and deadly as it was. Thankfully, this was exactly what the other boys were looking for: a moment to fight back. One boy with a skinned wolf fur covering from the top of his head to the bottom of his back charged forward tossing his dagger at the fearsome creature. It hit the side of the polewolf's head, but didn't stick. Bouncing off the large nose of the polewolf, the boy's dagger landed in the snow. The polewolf took notice to the dagger, which only felt like a toothpick poking it in the side of its head. It turned, towards the direction of the dagger thrower. Two of the other boys began firing arrows from their own bows at the creature, who appeared to be ready to charge the dagger-less boy. The arrows stuck in the polewolf's neck like Coltanis', but were unfortunately not fatal shots. The polewolf began to charge at the boy, but just before it got close enough to take a bite out of the boy with the wolf pelt hood, the creature jerked its head back, let out a loud yelp, and fell forward, with blood coming out of the top of his head. The cause for this bleeding, came from a dagger stabbed into the now dead polewolf's head, at the spot that most likely rested just above the creature's brain. The boy who had almost became polewolf food glanced up to see one of the boys standing on top of the polewolf's head. The dagger was obviously his, as the boy pulled it out of the creature's head. "Well that was fun." he said. His name was Andros, a boy just a year older than the others, and had green eyes, with short brown hair. He was a bulky-looking guy, and grinned as he looked at his kill from atop it's head. Andros jumped down from the polewolf, and went over to help the boy in from of the polewolf up. He extended his hand out to the boy, and he grasped it. "Thanks Andros, I thought I was gonna be that ugly mutt's snack." said the boy, still wearing the wolf pelt on his head. Kerrick, the boy's name, was a average-sized young adult, with blue eyes and short blond hair. He was often the group's loudmouth, but the other boys still treated him as their brother. "Don't mention it, Kerrick. I know you would have done the same for me." Kerrick chuckled. 'True, but I'm not crazy enough to even dare to climb atop something that huge." Andros and a few of the other boys began laughing as well. It was at that point that Garrow and Coltanis had finally made it over to the others. Besides Coltanis firing the one arrow at the polewolf, they hadn't done much else except run towards the boys to help up close. When they had finally arrived, the polewolf had been killed. "Whoa! Awesome job guys! You took down a polewolf! Guess we won't be hungry for a long time now!" said Garrow, with an enthusiastic smile on his face. "Hold on", said Coltanis. "What is that?" He pointed at something on the polewolf's neck. Everyone glanced over, and couldn't believe what they saw. It was a collar. A collar that they had not noticed before, or had ever seen on any creature in the arctic wilderness. The boys crept closer to it, but jumped back a moment later. A small circle on the collar opened up, and a blue light shot out. A figure formed from the blue light, and soon, in hologram form, was a tall and thin man with grey eyes, and extremely pale skin. The man had slightly long, shaggy snow white hair, with a beard and mustache to match. He wore white robes, and stood with his arms tucked into his robes like a monk would. He had a solemn, yet also stern, look on his face. "Greetings gentlemen, I am known as Caelus. It would seem that you have killed my faithful pet polewolf. Pity." The boys were at a loss for words. This man owned such a creature? "Hold on a second." said Coltanis. "Caelus is the name of one of the first Roman gods of the sky." The hologram Caelus chuckled. "Very good boy. I am not the actual god however. But I am close enough to it." This thoroughly angered one of the boys. Derrus was his name. He was an average sized boy, with short brown hair and brown eyes, and was quite intelligent. He did not like that this white-haired man claimed to be almost a god. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You're just a human, just like us. What makes you any better than us?" Caelus chuckled at this statement. "Oh my dear boy, you know nothing. Nothing at all. Fools, that's all you are. Each and every one of you." Caelus put his right hand out, and displayed it palm-side up. His hand tensed up, with his fingers curling almost to make a fist, and out of thin air, a floating ball of snow appeared in his hand. It was not compressed like a snowball. It was instead encased in what appeared to be a small bubble of some sort, with little bits of snow circling the bubble. The boys all gasped. How could this man do such a thing? In this primitive planet they now lived on, how could anyone possibly have that much power? "What the hell are you?" spat one of the boys. His name was Serith, and while he was younger than most of the other boys, he fit in just fine. He had short black hair, brown eyes, and was decently strong. Yelling at Caelus now, Serith's fists were clenched, angry at this man who just seemed to keep toying with them. Caelus spoke back with a evil grin on his face, "If you mere mortals must know, I am a member of the group that goes by the name The Sub-Zero. We Sub-Zero are much more different than you pathetic ordinary folk, and will one day conquer all of this icy planet, eliminating all mortals, especially the ones who foolishly attempt to stand in our way." The man in white clenched his fist, causing the ball of floating snow to dissipate into thin air. "And now you gentlemen have been added to the list for killing my precious pet. If you can take down such a powerful creature, you are a threat in the eyes of the Sub-Zero. Consider yourselves warned." Kerrick yelled back at Caelus, furious at this crazy old man's decision to have them killed just for killing the man's precious pet, which clearly tried to kill them in the first place, "So just because we defended ourselves from your precious poley-wolfy, now we are going to die?!?" Caelus smiled once again. He seemed to do a lot of that, probably because of his belief that he was far more superior to these "average" people. "Precisely. However, we Sub-Zero are not as savage and primitive as you, so therefore we do not intend to kill you in such a way. Besides, we have better ways to deal with pests than just wipe them out so quickly." Garrow finally spoke up. "What exactly do you mean by that?" Grinning once more, Caelus responded to the brown-haired boy. "Oh you shall see soon enough. Farewell for now." The hologram of Caelus flickered, and disappeared in moments. The boys glanced around at one another. They were now all very confused, and at the same time, a little bit scared. What had they brought upon them? If they had not killed that polewolf, it would likely have killed them all. Had that been Caelus' plan the whole time? To entice them into becoming targets by the Sub-Zero by setting his pet loose on them? The boys discussed the whole issue with constant interruptions, as well as pointing the blame towards others. "Nice job killing Caelus' precious pup, Andros!" yelled Kerrick, obviously still angry at what Caelus had said, and was taking it out on Andros. "Hey! I'm the one who saved your sorry ass from being that "pup's" next snack, so you should be thanking me!" spouted back Andros. "For what? Dooming us to a fate worse than that? Oh yeah, I'm real grateful for that." argued Kerrick. The two boys were in each others faces now and it looked like a fight might break out. "Guys, stop it! Just stop!", called Garrow. The two feuding boys took no notice. It was at that point that he had had enough of this. "ENOUGH!", bellowed Garrow. "We have just recently learned of this new threat to us, one that clearly wants us wiped out, and what do we do? We argue! Don't you see what this is doing? We are playing right into the hands of Caelus and his group, the...uh...what was their name again?" He scratched his head, trying to recall the name. "The Sub-Zero.", responded one of the boys. His name was Jaross, but all the boys had called him "The Mountain" from a young age, thanks to his last name. With a stern look on his face with its short brown hair and brown eyes, The Mountain looked around at all the boys, now staring at him. "Thank you Jaross.", Garrow turned back towards Andros and Kerrick, who had ceased arguing at his outburst. He still called The Mountain by his real name from time to time, especially when things were serious. "Anyways, we are playing right into their hands by arguing like this. They would have discovered us eventually anyways. They will easily exterminate us if we fall apart by fighting. Our only choice is for us all to stick together. Otherwise, we have no chance at all of surviving." The two boys looked down at the ground, thinking about what their friend had said. Kerrick turned back towards Andros, and extended his hand. "Sorry for snapping on you like that, dude. The whole pressure of this new situation just got to me. We good?". Andros stood there for a moment, and then smiled, extending his own hand to shake Kerrick's. They both shook hands, and he responded with a hearty " We're good." Garrow smiled, happy to see his two feuding friends make up. "Let's get back to the village, and tell the girls all about this. I hope they take it well." The girls were a tough bunch, but he was still not sure how they would react to the whole situation.

            Back at the small village, the girls were all gathered inside the meeting house. It had become routine for the boys to meet them there with the meat they gathered from hunts. Since a few of the boys had mentioned that they were planning on hunting that day, they had just decided to wait in the meeting house. Naressa and Rachelle, two of the girls, were chatting on the makeshift couch that they all had created for the time being till they could find something better. Diamera and Ellwyn, two of the quieter girls, were relaxing, enjoying the time they had to just sit back and do nothing. The other girls were spread throughout the meeting house, doing a wide variety of things. "Hope the boys make it back soon.", said Ellwyn, glancing out one of the windows. Diamera chuckled, putting her feet up on a table, blowing her brunette bangs away from her face, "They'll be fine, Ellwyn. They've done this plenty of times before, and dealt with  plenty of danger. They know nearly everything out there, what would possibly be different about this one time?" The brunette with dark brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin, looked out the window again, then back at Diamera. "Yeah, you're probably right." Ellwyn looked back down at the floor, obviously still worried. "Damn straight." said Diamera, with a smile on her face, as she rested her head on the back of the chair. Ellwyn glanced back up at Diamera again, and decided to follow her example by taking a nap. She rested her head back, and closed her eyes, hoping this nap would ease her worried feelings. Unfortunately, that nap never came. The door to the meeting house burst open, startling everyone. "Group meeting! Now!" bellowed Garrow. The other boys rushed in behind him. Diamera got up slowly from her chair, obviously not happy about having her nap cut short, and walked on over. Ellwyn was a bit cranky as well, but figured she could have time later to make up her nap. "What's so damn important that you have to slam the door open? Some of us were trying to sleep." said Diamera, glancing at Ellwyn at the end of her statement, looking for someone to back her up. Ellwyn caught Diamera's glance at her, not sure how to respond. "Yeah, but it's got to be pretty important, since they burst in like that. What's up boys?" she said, glancing back over at Garrow and the others. Before Garrow could speak, one of the other boys ran out in front. "A group of powerful people is after us now, and want us all dead!" This boy's name was Regal, and was a few years younger than the others. He had a bit of a husky body, with brown curly hair, and light blue eyes. As seen by his statement, he sometimes blurted things out at the wrong time. The result from Regal's statement caused an uproar. The girls all gasped and exchanged frightened looks. Some appeared more frightened than others, so some of the more calm ones tried to comfort the not-so calm girls. "QUIET!" bellowed Garrow. The room became completely silent. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind outside, blowing some of the loose snow around. Everyone turned towards the obviously agitated Garrow. "What the hell is Regal talking about, Garrow?" demanded Diamera. With her brown eyes to match her brown hair, Diamera had the appearance and attitude of a tough girl. She wanted to know exactly what was going on, and didn't want to wait any longer. "Now that everyone is quiet, I will tell you." responded Garrow, glaring at Regal for a moment. He told them the whole story of what had happened on their hunt, and everything that Caelus had said. The eyes of the girls grew wider with every detail. Once Garrow was done speaking, all the girls, including Diamera, had worried looks on their faces. The first girl to speak up was Ellwyn. "So what does this mean? Are we just going to wait here till they come and wipe us all out? I sure as hell don't want to." she said. She didn't plan on giving up that easy, and hoped that the others would agree with her. "I agree." said Diamera, "Those cold heartless bastards won't take us down that easily. I say we fight back." The other girls chimed in, agreeing with Diamera and Ellwyn. Garrow smiled, and called out to everyone in the room. "Exactly the attitude I wanted to hear! Everyone start getting weapons ready! Let's show this Sub-Zero group that we won't go down so easily!" Everyone cheered, and spread out, looking for supplies to gather. Garrow remained standing where he was, and it appeared he wasn't the only one. Diamera was standing still, with her arms folded, and a small smile on her face. She strolled casually over to Garrow and stood by him. "I hope you know what you're doing, Garrow." she said glancing around at the others, then back at him. Garrow glanced around at everyone, who were gathering food and other supplies, including weapons. Spears, bows and arrows, and small daggers comprised most of their weapons.  They would hopefully find more off bodies of Sub-Zero members that they killed. The boy sighed, hoping all these fine young adolescents were up to the task. "I hope so too, Diamera. I hope so too." he said, glancing back at her, one of his closest female friends, with a small smile on his face to match hers.

          Caelus walked up the white hallway of the castle that the Sub-Zero resided in. The walls displayed portraits of the higher ranked members of the group, and carried torches containing blue fire. The whole place had a real "royal" look to it. He was smiling walking down the hallway, with his arms still tucked into his robes. "What foolish children." he thought. "It will be a pleasure wiping each one of them out. But first, we must hurt them where it really hurts. Their loved ones." He knew exactly who to talk to. He had to ask permission from the head of the Sub-Zero, his master and leader, Boreas. This man took the name of the Greek God of winter and the North Wind. It was quite common for the members to take names from ancient gods. Boreas ruled the Sub-Zero with a cold and dark rule, very rarely showing compassion, only thinking what was best for himself, and the Sub-Zero. "Greetings my lord." said Caelus, as he walked up to the throne of his mighty ruler. He bowed at the bottom of the several steps leading up to Boreas' solid ice throne. Two pale-skinned women cloaked in white dresses stood by the throne, one on each side. Holding his mighty white staff, complete with four solid ice prongs at the top of it, Boreas answered his humble follower. "Speak." he said, with a chilling tone to his voice. He was dressed in snow white robes, much like Caelus', but more royal-like. Upon his head, he wore a crown with several sharp icicles attached, to symbolize his status in the Sub-Zero as their fearless and heartless leader. His skin was pale, like Caelus', but was a much more pure form of white, as if to match the snow outside the castle. With his short white beard, he awaited a response. Caelus answered, "I have discovered others, my lord. Others outside our lands, ones not as pure as us, who live a much more primitive lifestyle than our own. They are mere adolescents, but know well enough how to fight. They killed my precious pet polewolf, who was only out hunting. They must pay for what they have done, for even daring to try to make themselves appear better than the obvious superior race, which is clearly the Sub-Zero." Boreas listened to what the man in white said, and after a brief pause responded. "What is it you ask of me then?" Caelus answered, with a fire in his eyes. "I ask my lord, for you to give me permission to send an army of our soldiers to attack a village. Not their village, mind you. I intend to make them hurt where it really hurts, the one where their loved ones reside. I want them to suffer before we wipe them off the face of this cold, dark world that we live in. Do I have your permission, my lord?" He glanced up at the face of Boreas, eager to hear an answer. "Do what you must, my brother. Make them suffer for what they have done to such a noble race as us. Wipe them all out. Every last one of them." said Boreas, with power in his cold and cruel voice. Caelus smiled, thanking his king, "As you wish my lord. I thank you for allowing me to do this and I will not fail you. I will summon the troops at once." He bowed once more, and turned to leave the room. As he left the royal chamber, Caelus smiled an evil smile. Everything was going according to plan. The extinction of the primitive race of normal humans was inevitable, and he planned on making it a point with this massacre, to show those foolish children what the Sub-Zero could really do.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Alone in the City (A Bioshock Story) Chapter 2

Chapter 2
 
          Paul began using his telekinesis power to levitate a book that had been lying on the floor. The cover was singed from the explosion, and the binding was falling apart, but it was still readable. He knew he would soon have to inject EVE, the fuel that refueled his power, if he kept just using it to toss objects in the house around. ADAM was the reason he had gained the power of telekinesis, but it was only for that purpose. Without EVE, the power would not work. The scientific reasoning behind it was unknown to Paul, but he just went with it. He flashbacked again to when his parents had first given him money to go and buy a Plasmid. He was hesitant at first with doing it after seeing what Plasmids had done to people, but just accepted that it was a choice that had to be made. He knew about all the side effects, with the  repulsive facial deformities and descending into insanity, but was not worried. He knew it was inevitable to have one to survive against the splicers, the people who had lost their minds from becoming addicted to ADAM. While they could be fought off with firearms, he had seem that would result in an unfortunate end without having a Plasmid equipped along with it, after once seeing his one Plasmid-less neighbor overpowered by a dozen or so splicers. He had also given up on the hope long ago of Rapture ever being restored to it's former glory, and was prepared for the worst. When he arrived at the Gatherer's Garden, he heard the familiar advertisement. "My daddy's smarter than Einstein, stronger than Hercules, and lights a fire with a SNAP of his fingers! Are you as good as my daddy, Mister? Not if you don't visit the Gatherer's Garden, you aren't! Smart daddies get spliced, at the Gardens!" Ignoring the voice, Paul looked inside at his choices. Electro Bolt, Incinerate, and Winter Blast were just a few of these choices he could choose from. He remembered seeing in brawls between splicers outside, and with what carnage and gore those plasmids could cause, he decided to look for something a bit..."cleaner". At that moment, he spotted the Telekinesis Plasmid. He had made his choice. Telekinesis was the one he wanted. While it could still cause a decent amount of bodily harm, it was better in his mind to use that rather than frying someone's eyes out of their sockets with Electro Bolt, or igniting someone with Incinerate, engulfing them in flames. No, he was going to survive in Rapture, and this was the Plasmid for him. He paid for it, and went home.

          Paul came back to reality, hearing a loud brawl going on outside. He peered out one of the openings between the boards. "It's mine! MIINE!" yelled a female splicer, pulling on a can of potted meat. "No it's mine, you stupid bitch!" yelled a male splicer, pulling on the other end. The female pulled out a pistol from a side pocket, and shot the male point-blank in the forehead. The male jerked back, and fell over dead, causing a pool of blood to form on the floor. The female splicer cackled, and ran off with the can. It was a sad state of affairs with how things had become in Rapture, and Paul knew this from seeing events like the previous brawl occur daily, much more often than he wanted. He looked back from the small peephole, and sat back down in the slightly charred chair. "I have to leave this place...there's too many memories here in this house..." he said to himself. Getting up out of the chair, he looked around at what was left in his house. The bodies of his family members still laid where they had before, since he refused to disturb their bodies. Decaying on their unburied graves, Paul walked right past them, trying not to look at what used to be his family. He had to find some supplies somewhere before he left. He began to scavenge throughout the cupboards, looking for anything that would help him survive in the mad world just outside. After searching, he had found only the shotgun he had fired at his brutish father, ammo for the shotgun, several EVE Hypos, and a few First Aid Kits. What else could he possibly need? A friend would be nice... thought Paul. If only everyone in this damn city hadn't lost their goddamn minds to ADAM... Deep down, he hated the fact that he was immune to the side effects of ADAM. He had seen so many others besides his family lose it, and he had made himself basically immune to feelings and emotions, now that he had lost so much. What was there to care about besides himself anyways in this wreckage of a city? Paul looked around once more for anything else he might need. He spotted a small radio that his father had used at his old job to talk back and forth with his fellow workers, and he went over and grabbed it, and attached it to his belt. Who he would be able to contact with it, he did not know. Maybe... he thought. Maybe hearing someone else's, anyone else's voice, will make me feel just a bit better, knowing that there is someone else in this horrible city that hasn't completely lost it yet... Turning it on, he listened for any other voices, longing to hear someone else on the other end of the radio static. Nothing at all. All of a sudden, he heard another noise outside. It was a male splicer, moping around, singing a church song. "Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong!" The splicer walked off down another hallway, yet Paul could still hear him singing. Oh the church... thought Paul. He himself had never been that religious, but at a time where he had nothing left, he wished he could find one of these holy places in this mess of a city, so he could finally feel calm for once. Most of the churches, however, had become hosts to cults like the Saturnines, who were a bunch of Houdini, or able to teleport, splicers who wore masks made of twigs, straw, and leaves and worshipped ancient Roman gods, as well as nature. They were crazy enough that members within the cult would often end up getting into fights with one another, as well as do very strange things like drink human blood or make cocktails that contained a variety of Plasmids, which the members called ambrosia. Paul did not want to get caught up in that, so he would do his best to avoid the cult.

          While it seemed that Paul had all his gear ready, he still kept thinking to himself, What happens when I leave here? To what used to be my home? My family's bodies just get looted and tossed around like nothing? He had to leave this dump, but he had so many memories here. This was where he had lived for the past several years or so. He also couldn't stand the idea of other splicers just looting through his family's pockets just to find little "trinkets" or whatever it was that they were looking for. He finally knew what he had to do. If he was going to leave this place forever, he wouldn't let anyone else find the house. He looked around for something to use to cause the roof to collapse and cave in. Unfortunately, he could not find anything that would cause this to happen. All of a sudden, he had an idea. The roof itself, was already weakened due to the several years that Paul and his family had stayed there. His father had always warned him to be careful about the roof, as he had been a construction worker back up above, and knew which boards mainly supported the roof. Paul prepped his gear and prepared to leave. He stood by the boarded up entrance, and prepared to leave once and for all. Taking a quick glance out the small opening between the two boards, Paul saw no splicers around. However, a noise this loud would definitely cause the splicers to come running, as it was in their primal nature. Paul knew he would either have to hide, or run when he stepped out of the house. Either way, he was in for a fight. It was time for Paul to finally leave this cramped house, and eventually leave Rapture as well. He aimed his Plasmid hand at the roof, and let a burst of Telekinesis out at the main boards. In an instant, one board had been ripped off the roof, and floated just feet from Paul's hand. Dropping the board, Paul prepared to rip another board off. He let out another burst, and another board was removed. After dropping another board, Paul leaned back against the boarded up entrance to the house, which he had made himself. Since he did not inherit the knowledge of proper structure building from his father, it was quite poorly crafted. Thankfully, the splicers had not figured this out. He knew one good shove would make the boards break off, creating an opening to escape. He prepped for the last board removal. He could already hear the board straining and creaking from not having the other boards to help it hold up the apartment above. He was surprised, but also impressed at how the roof still stayed supported, minus two large supporting boards. Paul knew he would have to act fast if he wanted to get out before being buried in the rubble from the above apartment. Paul walked over to the other end of the apartment, facing the doorway. He did not have as much room as he wanted, but hoped it would be enough. He charged towards the door, while at the same time, using one last burst of Telekinesis to pull off the last wooden board. In what seemed like slow-motion, Paul hit the boarded wall, and heard two things. The sound of a caving in rooftop, and the sound of boards breaking.

          Paul burst out from the apartment just in time. Looking back, he watched his escape entrance soon blocked by a large pile of rubble. "Well...no one's getting in there ever again...", he said out loud to himself. "That's where you're wrong, buddy!" called a voice. Paul turned, and to his horror, saw a Brute Splicer, the same kind of creature his father had become on the night Paul's world became absolute hell. A few shotgun blasts would take care of it, but not soon enough before the Brute would be able to create another entrance to Paul's old home, allowing anyone, or anything, to get in. Paul aimed for the splicer's head, hoping that he could get lucky with one shot, and blow the creature's head off. The Brute roared, preparing to charge. But just before he pulled the trigger, someone else did. Someone who had a different gun. In a blink of his eyes, there was now a hole, point-blank, through the Brute Splicer's head. The Brute appeared to be as surprised as Paul was for a moment, before finally falling forward, dead. Paul glanced over in the direction where he had heard the shot come from. Standing there, was a girl, who looked about his age. Her face was partially covered by her tangled, dirty brown hair, although Paul could just tell by the look of her that she was an ADAM user. She had brown eyes, with a tiny smile on her face, and wore what looked like the remains of an old checkered blue dress. The dress was tattered, torn, and quite dirty from what Paul could tell. She appeared to be satisfied with her kill, but turned her attention to Paul, and walked forward a few steps towards him. Before Paul could say anything, she spoke first, with the Mona Lisa-like smile still on her face. "Well? Aren't you gonna thank me? I just saved your ass from that lumbering brute." She still smiled, and Paul was not quite sure why. Maybe she was just teasing him. Snapping out of his gaze, Paul responded. "Oh yeah...umm, thanks...for the help, I guess..." The girl still smiled. What is her deal? thought Paul. The girl giggled, but not like a typical giddy schoolgirl giggle. It was more of a calm, cool, and collected giggle, one that didn't make the girl seem so flirty. She said to Paul. "You're welcome, hun. My name's Dana, by the way. What's yours?" "Paul." he said. "It's Paul." The girl still kept that same tiny smile on her face, like it was frozen that way. "You don't say much, do you Paul? Well, at least you're not infected, so that's a plus. Now come on, let's find somewhere safer to talk. "She grabbed Paul's hand, and yanked him to follow along. In that moment, Paul saw the covered half of the girl Dana's face, as she turned her head quickly, sending her hair back out from her face. It was covered in several small scars, as well as what looked like the start of a rash, like Paul had seen on other splicers. But this girl was different. She still seemed sane. As he let the girl drag him along, he glanced back, at what used to be his home, for one, last, time.

END OF CHAPTER TWO