A/N:
Jess: DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!! I hate you fucking diskettes!!! Screw you all to fucken hell!!!
Drake: *steps out behind Jess* Sorry folks. Jess is in a state of trauma right now.
Jess: MOTHER F-
Drake: Her friend gave her a bum disk, so of course
Jess: ARRRGGGG!!!!
Drake: she lost all her work.
Jess: *brakes down and starts to cry* huhuhuh…shit…boohoo…crack!
Drake: oh come here *pats Mouse on back* there there, look, you already did it again.
Jess: *sniffle* yeah… well I've *sob* taken up too much time already. So *wipes face* just read & *sniff*
Drake: Enjoy

Disclaimer: I only own this horrid state of shock I am in.



***The Unplanned Savior***






"Memories are the only pure thing we have."

HAH! What a load of crack that is! Memories are mostly vile and unsettling things. Things that we wish we would forget. Most people live in them, while others die from them. All and all a bunch of BS. I know, because I "remember" the night it happened. No stars in the sky…not even a moon.


A quiet house sits near the edge of the city. Some lights are on and theirs a car out front. Suddenly a large man stumbles out holding a bottle of something. As he stumbles to the car, a woman follows after him in the same condition. She is carrying a large brown sack. Quickly they open the trunk, stuff the bag in, and drive off.


And you can fuck innocence too…that's for sure. Even a kitten will kill a helpless bird given the chance. If anything, innocent is just another word for a novice's excuse.


The blue BMW speeds down the road, hitting cats, knocking over stop signs, and clipping other cars. They take a turn down an empty highway. Inside the woman is slipping on a ski mask and finger-less gloves. The man is busy driving and occasionally drinks from the brown paper bag. A sign appears on the road. "Dam 8 miles"


Emotions, feelings, though. They're a different story. Those things are what make all the grate conquers cry, make killers love, make all the TV newscasters despise one another. The first person I could care about hated these things. Sad isn't it…


As the two keep driving, a pair of headlights appear behind them. The older man looks at his rear view window and swerves to the left. Suddenly, the other car dose the same. So her moves back to the right. Again so dose the other car. A soft banging is heard from the trunk.


Heh.


The second car suddenly speeds forward. Its right side wheel taps the backside of the drunk's car. By this time it was going so fast that's all it took for it to spin out of control and slam into an over pass. Although it crumbled instantly, the divider was enough to flip the car over on its roof.


I guess I should be thankful.


Inside, the woman is now severed from the shoulders up by a malfunctioned seat belt. Interestingly enough, she is in a lot better condition than the man, who is at this point is being spontaneously impaled and decapitated by the caging of the BMW. As the small attacker car dives away, an array of debris in its wake, a small tapping sound comes from the back.


After all…


With a slight clinking noise the trunk lid pops open and the sack drops to the ground. Crawling on hand and knees a young girl scrambles out from the bag. She shakily stands up looking at the arm that was no longer there. Suddenly a small piece of paper falls at her feet. The child looks at it for a moment, then hesitantly picks it up.
A smile emerges on her face.


He did save my life.



The Beginning