Now a lost soul the last of my kind, neither belonging to mortal race nor the

mutant race I stand alone in a world that was once a place of light and happiness. I walk

down the paved sidewalk of a memory from what I can only remember used to be a park.

Now nothing but a blood stained amusement station for what was my kind. The thump of

my heart flooding my mind; the night air cool against my pale face as my black hair

swinging back and forth across my eyes moving along to the rhythm of my footsteps. The

buildings that once showed their magnificent shine lay silent and broken; taken over by
the darkness that now surrounds them. I also was taken far long ago, to long, long enough

for one to go mad but not mad enough to take his own life. The snapshot of my lost love

did nothing but play over and over again crashing what sanity I had left and throwing it

on the floor, waiting to see if I had the strength to pick the pieces up and arrange it again.  

Unlike most haunting pictures that your mind takes without your will, this one more then

just haunted; it reminded one of what happened, what could have been, and what one had

done wrong, so utterly wrong, no this one image gave hope that one day one could

change the course of the past in faith of a better future.

I tried to smile but the layer of dried blood crusting around my lips claimed it

shut, it mattered not to me if I smiled, I smiled for nothing, all these years I never smiled,

always trying to forget to smile, trying to forget happiness and means of pleasure or lusts

of love. More then likely this was my last night on a planet in which I always wished the

next day was my last, but know wanting many more in order to do something of what I

had made of it. The slideshow of her still rushing in and out of sequence was at last

becoming heartache. I stumbled out of the park and onto the street, no cars or means of

life filling its vein like ways, in and through, the now dead heart of this God-forsaken

city.   I found myself under the same bridge in which my dark and almost pointless life of

power, fault, broken hearts, lost emotion, hurt love, and blood started to take me away

and never return.



The alarm clock the laid on my black dresser buzzed the time at me, giving me

my reminder that I was suppose to have gotten my butt out of bed 25 minutes ago.  I

slammed my still bed driven hand on the alarm and ended up smashing the entire thing of

its sitting pace. I stared at it for moments and received a pleased grin across my face.

Laying back on the bed putting my arms under my head, and stretching out as far as I

could without having my feet fall over the edge. My sunglasses still on my head fell

down to my eyes, slid down further, and then resuming the path off my nose. I shook my

self from cross-eyed and scanned my small dorm room. Clothes swamped the floor, as

well as creating manmade waterfalls out of my dresser and off the cliffs of shelves that

held books from the school, the library, and other places. From what I could see of my

bathroom, it appeared worse then my mane living area. With a breath in, the thought of

my girl scolding at me when she came over, I decided to “tidy up” as she so called it.  I

sat up and scratched my head in some ways mad at myself for letting small things like

good hygiene slip through my fingers. Picking up a pair of ragged blue jeans that were

ripped at the knees and had holes forming around the pockets; I jumped into them as girls

do when things don’t fit anymore, but the truth was these denim things I labeled as jeans

were much to large to stay on my waist.

The reason put them on the way I did was that it was a way to wake up in the

morning instead of coffee; in my mind coffee was a beverage in which the bitter taste

made you come to earth more then the actual caffeine.  Grabbing a black short-sleeved

shirt that was slouched over my chair that was to a computer desk on the other side of the

room, along with my computer that I guessed was in the bathroom, considering it was not

on my cruddy desk. Going into the bathroom, I almost ran out when the most unbearable

scent filled my nose. I looked around to find a dead rat on the floor.

“When did that get here?” I stated covering my nose. I swerved around to see an

open popcorn bag in the shower, cornels covering the eggshell colored tub, “ Oh that’s

real nice.” I stated kicking the rat with my still bare feet. I had to retreat from the room,

the suffocating odor of dead rodent and burnt popcorn can only be taken in so much.  I

retrieved a pair of my friends boxers, taking a breath returned to the bathroom and

picking up the dead thing, I stared at it for a moment, knowing already I could use this for

a excellent prank on one of the girls, or maybe even a boy, more or less a nerd. I walked

out of the small tilled platted room, and into the larger one, even though none of them

you could give the name average.  Retrieving an empty cheetoes bag, I stuffed the animal

into it along with the underwear, then folded it up tightly stapling it shut, and sprayed it

down with Lysol, Fabreeze, and some other freshener I had received from Amelia (my

girl). Setting it on my dresser, which was next to my bed that was unfortunately too small

for me but still comfortable.  Turning on the lamp, I looked around the room once again

just now remembering that I was going to “ tidy up.” Thinking for a moment about

nothing I glanced to my closet and saw the shovel, my cousin had brought and never

picked it up. I became somewhat thrilled about my idea for quick cleaning. It walked

over to the bathroom again, taking the Lysol with me and spraying the air, but coughing

at the over size of the amount I had released from the bottle.

Setting it on the counter, I bent down to reach for the small waist bin, but jumped

when the can of air freshener fell into the sink and made a loud clang when tin hit

porcelain. I looked up and was stirred by the image of a bat in the mirror; it hung from

my small ceiling, it’s red almost unearthly eyes gazing into mine. I turned around slowly,

remembering the words my uncle had thought me in Africa, about how to handle and

wild and unfamiliar animal. Grabbing the can of Lysol from the sink I turned around

slowly hoping it would not move. I paused for a moment, me and the animal now face to

face. I lifted the can closer to my chest instead of down by my knees; blinking I quickly

sprayed the creature down with the aromas from the can of freshener.  The flying rat

screeched in my ears as it flew blindly around the small-enclosed box of a room. I

instinctively pulled the knowledge of bats I had learned from books, television and my

uncle in Africa; swiftly snatching the bat from the air, I closed it’s mouth with two

fingers from one hand, and the other holding on the to the little rat with wings.

“What’s with all these animals?” I stated becoming quite annoyed. I knew Amelia

was coming over this morning, and now I had to clean up, find a place to put a cheeto bag

with a dead rat in it, and find this bat a cage or something to keep it in. I sighed in

frustration, went back to my bedroom/computer room, and looked around for something

to suit as a cage.  Nothing, of course it was difficult when a bat struggled in your palm.  

Eventually I just through it in the closet, shut the sliding door, and went back to the

bathroom to fetch the waist bin. I returned to the room, removing the bag from the inside

of the bin, and set it on my desk. Not having a laundry hamper or anything of the sort, this

would have to do. Picking up the shovel I began to scoop up clothes, and who knows what

else. I tossed them all into the can.  After 15 minutes of shoveling I realized I had to many

clothes for my own good I had emptied the bucket at least 20 times, all the times

overflowing with articles. With my room only about half way visible I just now noticed

the color of the carpet, I had seen it many times before, but not in a while. Recalling the

color of green, I argued with my self of the color being blue when I had first moved in;

receiving a sickly feeling that my messiness may have caused the carpet to change it’s

shad, there was a knock at the door.

Fearing that Amelia may be on the other side, I dropped the heavy shovel on my

foot, snapping one of the bones. I shot my foot up to my hands and bounced around on

one foot, silently swearing at myself. Once my little pain fest was over, I pictured myself

in my head more then likely looking like a mad man, hopping about on a single foot, in a

room in which the carpet changed color. Another knock hit the door, I panicked and ended

up backing up and falling onto the bed, now in a fret, the door opened, it was indeed

Amelia. She walked in and a blush spread across her entire face. I guessed she thought I

was still sleeping. I gave her the large overly exaggerated a

smile I gave every one whenever I was embarrassed or they were.  I lunged from the bed

and walked over to the doorway where she still stood, her head facing the floor.

“I’m so sorry were you still sleeping Jason?” she asked in a hope not tone. I smiled

my usual crooked smile.

“Nothing of the sort.” I stated, in an “I would never” since. She grinned back at me

and then pushed me as if opening a door to a tavern. She glared around my room; I

already knew what she was going to say. What did I tell you about keeping your dorm

room clean J.S?  J.S was her little nickname for me. She loved nicknames; hers was Amy

or even some times A. I’ve herd people call her candy pop, Popsicle, I have herd lollypop,

and soda pop, I even herd just pop, but for me she is always my Amelia.

“About keeping your room clean?” she had finished a sentence that I only herd I

portion of, but I had already known what she had said.

“ I’m sorry, I started this morning, and as a matter of fact I was cleaning when you

came in.” I stated trying to prove that I least tried, the key word being try.

“Not from what I saw.”  She

responded, I shrugged my shoulders now realizing that I was indeed on the bed when she

came. I received a, I was just caught smile, when she picked up the cheeto bag containing

the dead rat. I almost went into a panic, when she began to undo the staples. Just as the

final metal clamp was about to come apart, and reveal as horrid scent along with a

disastrous sight, my best friend, Thomas walked in and announced that the midterms were

in half an hour; he also like everyone who entered my room stared at endless sea of

clothes smothering my floor, into a fabric ocean.

“What?” I almost screamed, it had completely slipped my mind that the midterms

were coming up, and now like most of my tests it was here in my face, saying, “What now

sucker?”   Amelia dropped the bag and went next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder

suggesting that she would help me as much as she could.


Studding was somewhat difficult when you knew there was a dead rat in a bag,

now on your color-changing floor, that connected everything to a closet with a flapping

around bat, that was more then likely getting hungry, and would soon make racket until it

received food. All these small things made it very hard to concentrate also knowing that

your girlfriend might leave you for keeping such disgusting creatures around in your

room.  

After a 20-minute review, we finally left my room and traveled to the mane hall where

you saw nothing but white walls and no windows; small doors that led into small rooms,

which are join by even smaller bathrooms. A fire alarm was placed every four doors or so,

and a faded red stripe clung to the walls skipping over the brown wooden doors.  A clock

rested at the end of the hallway, it hands ticking the time away. After that first clock,

came a turn and then another all the same walls with the same faded red stripe that

skipped over brown doors.  Occasionally a bright green vending machine was pop up now

and again, with taste treats or soda of all kinds and some brands that I had never even herd

of.  Sighing, Amelia grabbed my arm pointing out that I had taken a wrong turn and was

heading towards the girl bathroom and just about walked into it.  Another smile appearing

on my face for almost retarded actions. She smiled back telling me that she understood

that I was just nervous about the test.    

Once reaching the door that read midterms today, we said our goodbyes, went into

separate rooms, and received tests that would decide our future more or less.  Sitting down

in the last row of many, I opened the envelope containing maybe 30 sheets of paper, with

ink made questions. Finishing it in no more then two hours, I let another sigh slip from my

mouth, and I slouched down in my seat, thinking of what to do with the bat.  Maybe luring

it out with food? But then it could flap its way out of my room and into the halls causing

who knows how much trouble? Perhaps another way of re catching the thing and then

releasing it at night? But how? What on earth would I use to hold the creature without it

biting

me? There was a simple solution that’s all seemed to make since… just shoot it

but then the mess would destroy my closet and whatever lay at the bottom of it.   The

professor spoke up an hour later saying for everyone to put their pencils down and leave

the room.

Later that evening I had taken Amelia out for dinner at a

restaurant called Lasluipes. The services nice, and the food excellent, not bad for a smaller

business, but then again that is what Amelia liked, small little things, the old ways of life,

the way things use to be. I stared at her from across the table, looking into her beautiful

soul, almost letting go of my control not to act all loopy around her. Why would such a


girl love someone like me? I was almost like another child for her to deal with, and yet

she did, she always dealt with me. The way home was filled with light conversation

and almost started a flat out street race down highway 67, but her soft heart and not

wanting to die on this particular night caused me to stop and slow down to a pace that

only she would be happy with. Sadly after the pleasant evening I had to say adieu and

escorted her back to her room, and then I retired back to mine,

grabbing the cage I asked from Thomas, I stepped up to the closet knowing that I would

have to get the creature from its hiding place. Sliding the door about half way I peeked in

trying to spot the bat. I caught a glance, its bloody orbs staring with the promise of what

seemed like revenge. Shaking a cold chill from my spine, I lifted the cage and to my

surprise, the thing went straight into it as if it was waiting for me to do it.  Leaving my

room I went down the blank hall and read the time 10:01 pm. Walking down the stairs and

out the door to the parking lot and then soon to my black Riviera, supported by skull

rimmed tires. Setting the cage gently on the back seat, I started the car and started my

drive to the park. When reaching the playground the bat became restless, and somewhat

noisy. I turned off the rev and took the cage from the backseat, closing the door I began to

walk to near by bridge where it though the animal would be more comfortable.  Letting

the bat out of the cage I received a stun in the back of my shoulder, after ward feeling a bit

dizzy a sensation such as a snake slithering through my insides, crept up my spine,

followed by numbness, and disorientation I hit the floor and remember seeing a sickly

blue face, as a red pool form around my frozen body.