Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this story. If I did I wouldn't be writing this.

Author's note:I love Socrates! I think a story told from his point of view is due.

Death Is Not Kind
 By Kateera

I don't like this room. There are not enough hiding places. All that I see is this mesh of green plastic tendrils.

When is Willard coming back? Willard needs me beside him to be calm. I don't know what he is going to do without me. I am important to him.

Wow, this plastic doesn't taste very good. How long has it been sitting here, Ben? Why are you up there Ben? You know Willard wanted us to stay together so he wouldn't have to search for you.

Uh Oh, I shouldn't have eaten that extra cracker. Ben, I can't hold this in forever. Willard doesn't like it when I poop in his work place but I really-I really have to ahhh. That's better. I hope Willard comes back soon so he can clean it up.

Wait. Someone is coming! I have to hide!

What if it's another human besides my Willard? What will I do? Other humans are not like Willard. He is nice and polite but they are loud and too smelly. They hurt my nose. Why do they wear all that stuff on their bodies for? It makes them smell like walking compost heaps. It is offensive to sensitive beings.

Oh no the person is coming closer. It doesn't smell like Willard. It is a female human. Hide! Hide! Hide! I will hide behind the green stuff. She won't find me there. Oh no she is pulling them away! That's my shelter! Bring it back please! You will scream if you see me and I don't want you to. I don't want to startle- .

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, RAT!"

Why did she say "Rat" in that tone of voice? I didn't do anything to her. She hurt my eardrums. I don't understand. Why is she so scared of me? I would never do anything to her except exist.

Willard says that sometimes people hate you just because you exist though. He is really smart and I think other people don't like him because of that.

Things seem tense and Ben isn't moving. I hope he is alright. He really is a scaredy-rat when it comes to humans. I hope nothing bad will happen.

Is Willard okay? He never is good at pressure and I hope he doesn't become rash. I have to check.

Squeak, squeak.

A stinky man is coming towards me! His dark beady eyes look at me with glee. I don't know what he is planning but I am scared. I need to hide again. I need to hide until Willard finds me.

He is always kind to me. He would never let anything happen to me.

Thunk, Thunk.

Help me, Willard! The stinky man is hurting me. I am trying to stay out of his way but he keeps hitting me with his large stick like thing.

It hurts. I smell my own blood! I don't want to feel pain. My legs are not working anymore. I can't see whats happening. I just want to stop hurting. Why aren't you rescuing me? Why is this happening to me? Help me please! I can't… run… anymore.

Willard… why did…you… abandon me? I thought… I was…your friend. I thought… you loved... me.