I leaned against the brick wall, and let out a steady stream of smoke as I waited for him to show up. He showed up here everyday, 11 o' clock at night, because the customers here actually got money. Most of them were spoiled, snobby, delinquent kids, who thought getting boosted was "fun." Fucked up heads on their shoulders, aren't they? And that's before they get the glowing blue fix that they waste their allowance on.

I shook my long, shiny purple hair out of my face, feeling odd with such bright, flashy, baring, clothes. I usually wear jeans and a sweatshirt when I'm trying to blend in, but here, the more you look like you fell out of a Crayola box, the more you're unnoticeable.

This is the ZydrateZone.

I stubbed my black cigarette out on the bricks, and let the thing drop to the ground. It was 11:05, he was late, and there were quite a few whiny teen-agers bitching about it. I waited five minutes, and then I got pissed as 3 more kids waltzed into the alley. They were acting like they owned the place, pushing all the other druggies outta the way. And then the Head Bitch got to me. I didn't look away as she passed. I guess I broke the cardinal rule.

"Bitch, who the fuck do you think you're looking at? I'm no trash ho, working outta the dumpsters to get the glow."

"Neither am I. I don't need glow. All I need is for you to get your bitch-skank face out of my way, because your skinny little ass is blocking the exit."

"Excuse me, slut, but this is my town, and you don't think you can just leave? Honey, you gotta pay the fee."

"I aint doin' shit."

I pushed her out of my way, and made for the alley exit. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around to see the Head Girl's boyfriend or something grinning at me greasily.

"C'mon sugar….join the party."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, c'mon…"

"Let go of me before I break your hand and leave you crying here on the ground."

"You little bitch-AH!"

His hand made a loud cracking sound as I crushed it in my hand, and he dropped to the ground, squealing like a pig.

"Told you. Keep your dirty hands off of me."

"What's going on here?"

I turned around to see the GraveRobber's long, long leather jacket.

Crap. I wasn't supposed to be so obviously…out…there….SHIT!

Save face Azure….Save face.

"This asshole thought he'd tried and rape me before you got here. So I broke his hand. End of story."

"Because that's believable…" he rolled his eyes, and started pulling crap out of his pockets. He dropped a rolled-up leather pouch thing. He untied the straps, and rolled it out. Several little vials of glowing blue liquid. Rows upon rows of needles. It was like art.

He began taking the kids' money, and pocketing it.

Shit. I don't have any money. I need that for the experiments….she may be an idiot, but there's only so much I can keep away from Tierra.

As he started shooting his zydrate-guns into the kids, always the girls' thigh, always the guys' neck, I tried to figure out how to get his drugs.

I could kill him, that was the first and most obvious choice. None of these drug-bitches was coherent enough to notice if he fell to the ground, throat slit. But he was so….huge. I'm not saying I'm a weak little twerp, but he's like….6 and a half feet tall.

I could steal it. But how? He used it every 7 seconds to refill his little gun. Not to mention I had nowhere to hide it if I managed to get it. Stupid stupid stupid highliter clothes.

I could buy some, but I had no money.

And no way in hell was I going the trash ho way and whoring myself out for the stuff.

Looks like I'm going back empty handed.

Again.

Damn it.

I unlocked the front door, and stepped inside, silently closing the front door. I slipped off the absurdly high shoes, and changed out of my clothes, into my normal long black skirt, black shirt, and black lab coat. I put my feet into some easily maneuverable flats, and tried to tip-toe downstairs, and not wake up Tierra, who was probably asleep in her room, or somewhere….

That girl…she'll sleep where she falls.

I opened the lab door and…

Crap.

"MASTA! Look! I got some of his organs….he brought the pizza here instead of where it was supposed to go, and when he tried to leave, I had to bring him down here and experiment because he attempted to leave without issuing me a pizza. So, I now have a pizza man zombie."

"Why is he a zombie, slave?"

"Er….I kinda replaced his blood with Gatorade. He's edible now. And tastes like candy. It's weird, but delicious. Can we experiment on someone alive though? I always have to kill them to make them stop screaming. Didja get the Zydrate?"

"Ummm…did you get any pizza?"

"DUH! Whattabout the Zydrate?"

"NO TALKING BACK SLAVE!"

"YES MA'AM!"

"No go get me some tickets."

"For what, Masta?"

"Perfect Cirle."

"I'll be back soon, Masta!"

She ran out of them room, and I had to stop her by grabbing onto the back of her lab coat, which she had replicated to look like Dr. Stein's from some anime she watches, called Soul Eater. She tripped, and almost fell, before ninja rolling, and turning back to face me.

"What, Masta?"

"Your clothes."

"Whattabout 'em, Masta?"

"They're drenched in blood, stupid."

"And."

"Go change into something…not bloody…before you leave, okay?"

"Kaykay Masta!"

She ran out of the room, and two minutes later I watched on the security-screen as she ran out of the door, in her "school uniform" outfit. Which people rarely fell for, since it was purple, green, and gleww in the dark. And the tie was dinosaur print. Nobody ever cared really…..what was surprising was the 2 or 3 out of 20 who DID notice.

I pulled one of my plainer scalpels out of my coat pocket, and decided to see if the zombie realy tasted like candy.

I cut off a small piece of his flesh, and popped it into my mouth. Wow. Really does taste like candy. I cut off more of his flesh, in popped it in my mouth, chewing on it as I rolled around on my chair nback to my computer, to take observations.

*taptap* Gatorade blood transfusion will cause human muscle tissue to morph into sugar candy,or candy flavored substance.

*taptap* Zombies are created by…..crap. How the hell did she make the pizza guy into a zombie? The way she did things….Damn. I'd never figure it out on my own.

Maybe she used another type of food. I mean, she turned him into candy by replacing his blood with Gatorade. What wouldn't she do?

I circled him, poking him with my scalpel, checking for any physical response. Nothing. I kept going around him. Nothing. Nothing. And more nothing.

"MASTA! I GOT THE TICKETS! CAN I PUT MY CLOTHES BACK ON NOW!"

"Yes slave, go ahead."

"THANKEE MASTA!"

She ran upstairs, and back downstairs, already back in her bloody lab clothes.

"Where are the tickets, slave?"

"Right here, masta. I made sure not to fuck them up, cuz I know you love Perfect Circle."

"Slave…"

"Yesss masta?"

"Why did you get 3 tickets? I already explained it to you, Qcarl the Unicorn gets in free, since he can turn invisible and hide from the mean people who wont let him in if he doesn't have a ticket."

She has an imaginary friend. Qcarl. He's an orange and purple unicorn. I don't even know where she gets this stuff.

"Oh, I know that. Its for Pizza Guy."

"Huh?"

"He likes Perfect Circle, too. See the tattoo?"

"Oh. He cant go with us…he cant move on his own."

"Yeah he can. I made him."

"How?"

"You have to put lots and lots of Gatorade in his system. It jumps starts his circulatory and nervous system. Nothing else though, so I wouldn't give him any other type of solids or liquids, other than gummy worms. Those keep the Gatorade lasting longer."

"How do you figure these things out, slave?"

"I have the imagination of two hundred thousand orphaned children, Masta."

"Do I even want to know."

"Prolly not."