Post by Bryden on Jun 13, 2009 20:47:54 GMT -5
One Fine day in the middle of the night...
Night. Darkness.
Two dead boys got up to fight...
All lights shut-off, save for the gas glow of the dimmed lights in the halls.
Back to back, they faced eachother...
Kitty Parke could see them flicker in their lamps through the square-half-foot barred window on her door.
Pulled out their swords, and shot one another...
Bang, bang, boom. Guns were fun. that was all she was thinking just then. Guns... are... magic.
The deaf cop on the beat heard the noise...
But cops. Bobbies. Pleeze-men. Dogs. They always had to spoil ALL the FUN.
And came and shot the two dead boys.
No fun at all. no. Fun. At all.
Kitty sighed, drumming bitten fingernails on the metal frame of her bed. Green paint was peeling off of it. She picked at the curls and flakes of it listlessly. It was lead, doubtless. She could probably eat some. End it all. But shed tried that once. One flake and she'd gagged. It wasn't very tasty. And why would she want to kill herself without it being any fun? That would be so very anti-climactic, and she didn't want that.
No fun.
The lights from outside the door-window flickered in ribbons over Kitty's bed and face. She imagined that she must looked striped. Like a Zebra-horse, from the picture books they used to show you in school. Like in that biology class she'd taken in Second-School. Oh yes, that had been fun. Yellow and purple and white and black stripes. Not all at once, of course. Just black and then one each of the other colors. One at a time. Moderation.
Moderation.
Something the people HERE did not seem to have. The inmates- all too mad to limit, the wardens- too greedy to bother.
Tap...tap...tap... her nail on the metal. chip... chip... chip...Her nails at the paint... and ...
"Ooch!" she winced and darted her hand back to her. It hurt. She held it to the light, examining it. One of her fingernails had fallen away. They were so brittle from the last food-tests that the small resistance of the paint had torn one well away.
Ignoring the lead paint, she stuck the finger into her mouth and sucked on it. the blood tasted of metal.
It was good.
[[this had better be getting it's own main-page forum, Jaya/Eva/Kath/whoever is taking care of that.]]