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The End - Chapter 2
Alex flicked his lighter on and off as he sat on a pile of corrugated iron. Overhead the rattling of a train speeding past could be heard. Rust particles fell around him, but Alex continued playing with his lighter.
Hey, you. What you doing here?
Alex looked down at a group of teenagers. It was obvious they belonged to some sort of amateur gang, with each child looking more sinister than the next. Children, thats all they were. Children who wanted to be important. His look was condescending, and the leader didnt like it. Hey you! You feeling lucky? A pocket knife flicked open, and Alex stopped playing with his lighter. Finally he spoke, Kids shouldnt be playing with knives.
The leader threw it with skill; it hit the wall behind Alex and stayed there. Alex yanked it out and carefully turned it over in his hands, This blade has taken many lives. He thought.
You coming down from there? The leader called, and his
The End - Chapter 1Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The cold water splashed as the sole of his boot hit the little pool of water in the tar. His pursuer was nowhere in sight, but his gut told him to run. Run as fast as he could. The rain fell down in heavy droplets, almost equivalent to hail. Almost, not quite. The freezing air hit his cheeks, and a soft vapour of steam escaped his mouth with every breath. He turned a corner and stopped; that was a fatal mistake. By the time his head was up, it faced a gun. And that was the last thing he saw.
Victim is male, approximately 36 to 40 years of age, Caucasian. Cause of death: bullet to the brain. Pchow.
She flicked her fingers in an imitation of firing a gun down at the corpses body.
Detective Sydney Moore, A voice rang out from behind her, Youre everything I heard youd be.
She quickly swerved to face a big yellow star in her face. Ah, Good-morning Officer Ntini. The badge was lowered and the aged
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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