This cold dreary land I call my home is dead. If you can call it a home. This latch is, from what I've been told, is the closest thing to Eden which all of us know we can't get there. At least I don't have to worry about the latch boss. She's my mother and I don't think she would hurt me. But sometimes I doubt that from what I've seen her do. But I'm a Spaz as my half-brother was. Well that really doesn't matter since probes are banned in this part of the Urb. Last time someone here was caught was a probe; the last thing they saw was my mother's steel claws. I have claws like hers. They can cause death in a blink of an eye. These are my protection against the Urb. The Furies. The scum Proovs. They have a better life. And why? Because they were engineered that way. To be tannish, blue eyed, blonde perfects. Me with my normal self. Eyes the color of sky. Grey. Hair the color of the dead night. Black as ink. I'm part of the Vandals till my mother, Lotti cannot be anymore. This
latch is like the rest of the Urb but better in a twisted way. It's no Eden but it's better than my father's latch. My brother's latch. But one day I will be like Lotti. Cruel yet fair. An odd balance but life in the Urb is far from fair. Fair is what the proovs have. In Eden. I hate such a place yet long for it. I feel I must turn this latch into an Urban Eden. The ruler of this Eden will be called Lotta not penny Nail. That name I hate. One day I will crush the Vandals that do not see the future. That time, the future, is now...... Before The Big Shake, They said they had a saying, `Love makes the world go round' Who ever said that must have been zoomed. From what I've seen hate makes the world go around. At in the Urb and that's where my story starts. An oddly warm day. Well, here in this latch and most of the Urb it's warm. I heard in the Back Times there was isnow/i. Snow was this cold white stuff that fell from the sky. I think it's just an old gummy tale. But this
warmness was different. It was the smell of change. It was a normal day. On a ride with the rest of the Vandals when ihe/i came to this latch. He was my half-brother. I had heard of him but never seen him. He was like me. A spaz. I was a smaller the other Vandals so Spaz, my brother, didn't see me as he and two others stepped out of the takvee. I felt the fear in the air. A new fear. Not a fear for one's own life but another's. I watched as my mother toyed with them. She had the power to crush them in a second but she felt a loyalty to Billy Bizmo my father and Spaz's too. She told them to find the proberunner which I know there was none. She was setting them up. My mother, Lotti, hated Bleek and his Furies and now she could find a way to attack. I sighed as the proov and the others get back into the takvee. (Later, about 2 hours or so)

We wait outside a small shack, the one the proov, my brother, the little one, and that old gummy. I think what my brother would say to me if he found out he wasn't the only latch boss child. I would a boss one day. I doubt he will. At the rate he's going I'm suprized that he's lived this long out of Billy's latch. I hear raised voices in side and Lotti signals us to attack. I rev my bike and fire my splat gun in the air. The others do the same as we charge the shack. The walls fall as Bleek and the Furies rush out. We meet them with the full force. As my mother once said, Win or die. Before I attack the Furies, I look a last look at my brother as he runs off with the proov. I hope for him. I hope he lives in Eden because with the world in the Urb is no place for a spaz. I know that. Because I am one as well as being a latch bosses child is hard.