In a world where nothingness accounts for everything, and love is as romantic as the bowels of peasant. It's hard to find something too hard onto even if only for a moment and even that moment is short lived regardless of how long we wish for it to last. The remnants of a lost cause sticks to our hearts as we move in and about this pathetic thing we call a reality attempting to believe in the few things that we know as fact left in this world. What if I told you even at the road's end there is always something left to lose, as well as something left to gain in the grand scheme of things? A world that sits in wake and all it takes is a single action to force it into motion.

End World

End World~ Day One: Lou's Day Out

March 12th/ Time… 8:16 AM

The constant flickering of the studio apartment don't help me sleep, it doesn't really help that I'm still hung over from last night's little escapade though. You'd think as a teacher that I would have a bit more heart to like… not be a horn ball. But the sad part of all of it is that if it weren't from the drinking and women, I don't honestly think I'd be able to get up and face my life let alone today. One of these days is going to catch up with me but until then, to hell with it all honestly.

Time…8:30

"Louis Givens" A single name tag resides on the chest of the slightly overweight pale faced male. His hair set to a simple crew cut as though it was nothing more than a standard appearance for this man, in attire reserved for a salary man. A single stripped red and black tie that alternated between one another as his plain white button up tee shirt with his khaki slacks tightly around his waist band. Slowly placing his glasses onto his face and glaring into his own bloodshot eyes from his memory before him "Lou" could barely manage to come to terms with his current situation as he slowly made his way out to his classic 2000 Beetle and starting up the ignition.

I love how a teacher of 25 years of age and minimal pay gets a name tag to basically sum up our lives. Sure I'm not as old or as ugly as some of the other teachers, I still think its fucked up that they simply give us a name tag to work at such a high class joint as this place… Well I guess I can't honestly bitch too much seeing as how I'm lucky I was able to even get hired at a place such as this. Not to mention it comes with its own perks that make it basically worthwhile to me.

Time…9:00

Slowly making his way into the building labeled as "Hart Academy" the almost waddling figure of Louis Givens attempted to sneak his way into the back door of the school. Almost managing to carry his flat feet through the door way and elude all forms of detection until one of his fellow colleges caught him and began to speak in a condescending tone. His long and towering nose acted as a pillar in which to project his voice so that all within the area could hear him and fully understand what he was attempting to tell.

"Well, well, Mr. Givens it appears as though you almost missed your English Class once again due to your…" His voice slowly began to fade off into the distance as he noticed Lou's obviously bloodshot eyes glaring at him as though not only bothered to be hung over, but honestly not in any mood to caught up in a lecture. His eyes slowly rolling away as he moved towards his desk once more attempting to avoid the devilish glare that had pierced through his soul itself as all the other members of the faculty slowly began to make their way to their second period classes.

Slowly moving throughout the doorway before him attempting to avoid all eye contact with his fellow teachers, the young and very bothered Lou began to glare about the hall way as though lost for a moment until his eyes caught the sign that read 1-B glancing at him from the far most right corner of the class room. The series of Khaki colored slacks and short plaid skirts danced about his mind for a moment as he attempted to take a few glances at the skirts that flew around before him. The gluttonous grin of Lou began to make him hurry even more so to his class so that he could make up some shit feast of a farce as to what his class was reading today.

I swear the teachers here all act high and mighty but in the end who honestly gives a damn about anyone other than themselves? Hell Big Nose always tries to piss with me for coming in a little hung over, but that guy has his head so far up every other teacher's ass it's no wonder his old lady left him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a switch hitter when it comes down to it. But not like I care with all these freshly budding females around me I don't have to time worry about things like some fag with an oversized nose bothering me now.

Time…9:15

The class bell rings as the freshman class before him glares to the image of "Mr. Givens" as though awaiting him to guide them down the path of enlightenment. The words Othello are written in large letters of the class room's bored for a moment as the class began to nod in agreement and they reached for their hideous purple colored text books and placed them onto their desk attempting to find the insert of Othello. Lou continued to nod in agreement as he slowly retreated to his hardwood desk attempting to conceal himself from the remainder of the world if only for a moment.

The sound of the door being quietly opened and the image of a plaid dress moving throughout the referral of Lou's right eye caught his attention for a brief second as he looked up. The lovely light tanned flesh and the soft tone of skin were the first signs that it was whom he believed it to be. Her very soft spoken voice began to echo throughout Lou's ears as a sick and almost twisted tone began to dance in his mind as the female's face came into his eye's view. "Michelle~" his mind began to sing out as the female attempted to speak to him as to why she was late from class and Lou simply placed his head back onto the desk and waved her into class.

My diamond in a rough… Even if only for a moment she is the pride and joy in my life, until one much more attractive and younger comes along. Michelle Diaz, the lovely mixture of a Mexican American female, more than likely a whore to me, and Typical White business man who pushes papers for someone his entire life. But she is in fact the fairest doll in this entire toy box of a school. If not for her I wouldn't honestly know what else to do in such a place as this honestly. I mean even though she has a boy friend it's never stopped me from having my way before…

Time…10:30

The students in the classroom begin to close their doorways in an attempt to escape the constantly pages and waves of Shakespeare's literary work. Each of them runs to their friends as the doorways are opened and everyone is allowed to leave the place and return to their respective groups until the next classes' begin.

The groups were reserved for beings that hide themselves at the zoo more so then intellectuals at a school as this one. First were the painted up females in the school whom many a student, and even teachers, had their turn with. They always had the newest trends and objects on due to their numerous male companions holding their hands and giving them whatever they wanted. Then there were the jocks of the school, the boys who swore up and down regardless of many Loses they take that they will one day make it into the NBA or NFL. And then there were the nerds, the most bountiful of this school honestly. In a place like this of course we'd have numerous nerds with their laptops floating about attempting to gather more information about next to nothing so that they can one day grow up to be fuck ups and dick licks like everyone else.

Yet, Michelle still sat in the class room as everyone else attempted to escape from the confine of the now smelly and humid class room. She slowly began to make her way up to the teacher as though terrified of him for a brief moment as her words began to stutter for a moment."Mr..M-Mr. Givens." She spoke as though almost about to break down out of fear of the man and she slowly jerked for a moment as he reached out for her and spoke to her as he held onto her hands as though attempting to be understanding. "Remember.. for you it's Lou." He spoke in a tone that almost scared her even more as she forced out the words once again.

"Mr..Givens. My boyfriend said.. he will tell the cops on you if you continue to force yourself…" Her words cut short by the blunt force of Lou forcing her away with a single smack onto her cheek. Lou's bloodshot eyes now glaring into the tiny figure of the female for a moment as his veins attempted to break through his pale and plumb flesh for a moment as he spoke in a deep and heavy tone. "Didn't I tell you.... Not to tell anyone about our play time!" Lou began to speak in a lowered tone as he began to grip onto his desk attempting to find some bearings for a moment as the female stood to her feet looking into the figure of the fat white male no longer afraid and no longer stuttering. "You're a pig… who rapes his students. There are already another group of females who are willing to testify against you. Give it up."

This stupid fucking reject of a pale face fag and a wetback whore. I swear to god if she goes out of her way to tell on me I'll split her in two and destroy her entire family. Why did I have to go for the one bitch in this school who had a boyfriend who thinks that he's some fucking hero or something, most of the other one's don't bother to speak up once you threaten to ruin their lives. I have to get home and think of something… I can't stay here while this harlot and her fucking gargoyle of a boyfriend are here to try to ruin my life.

Time…12:30

Having scattered past his fellow teachers and generating a series of complaints ranging from diarrhea to some level of swine flu running through his body. Lou had finally gotten the ok to leave from the school's walls and attempt to find some level of escape in his own home. The words of the lovely female whom he had forced himself onto the day prior range throughout his mind's depths attempting to connect one another and break one another down, like tetriminos. His feet couldn't carry him fast enough to get out of the building soon enough.

The schools back area had a series of young athletes training in the back to become the next breed of all stars in the sporting world. On the benches sat the figure of the man who honestly turned his stomach simply by looking at him for this moment in time. Michelle Diaz's known boyfriend, the freak of Hart Academy whom was known for basically for causing trouble and pointing out flaws in everything that everyone else did. His body in a decent physical build and his family although not rich had left what little remains of their savings to him when they both passed away in an accident a few years ago. He sat on the bench with his hands cupped together and looking over into the soccer field for a moment.

His tanned skin reflecting off the sun that shined on him for a brief moment revealing his jet black hair and his well toned body for a moment. His build slightly smaller and shorter than the men on the field at the moment. Yet the sweat from his body beating down on him gave him more of a presence than anyone else out there. Lou's eyes continued to glare into the figure of the male who was now averting his eyes throughout the area and slowly capturing eyes with Loud.

That fucking mixed breed bastard. If I got rid of him then she wouldn't even have bothered to speak up… Now that I think about it getting rid of that bastard could fix just about all of my problems assuming I take care of him in the right way, Yuel Jacob's. Honestly, if only they could have gotten this little smart mouth assed little punk with them.. now he's here to fuck up my life. I bet if I got rid of you punk your little whore wouldn't ever speak up and I can continue on with my life.

Time: 1:12

Attempting to fumble through his keys for a moment and dropping them onto the ground. His eyes glued to the ground for a brief moment as the sun began to hide it behind the clouds that flew overhead. For a brief moment the cold hard cement began to feel slightly warm to Lou as he attempted to bend over and pick up his keys from the earth. In a matter of seconds he began to notice that he was unable to move as his body grew stiff for a moment and he hunched over feeling a cold wet feeling cover his body.

Crimson colored liquid fell over his body as he attempted to reach and get a hold of his keys for a moment as his mind began to slowly come to terms with what had taken place and his body had already given up on attempting to move. The feel of his fingers dancing around in his own pool of blood as he attempted to turn himself over only to see his fat revealing a single thick metal object sticking out of his back. His body continued to grow cold as the figure of the young athlete who had been sitting on the bench before sat over him with black leathered gloves on his hands.

His voice echoed throughout the ears of Lou for a moment as he slowly glared inward, as though attempting to understand what ran through his mind. "So… it was true this entire time you've been raping numerous females. You know… I've heard rumors but I never had anything solid to go on until my own dear Michelle told me about you." Slowly turning a bit more Lou attempted to grab a hold of his keys as his body grew cold and his thoughts grew confused.

"Try as you might you won't be able to escape this fate. The blade is stuck in your kidney and I have no intention on removing it, and due to the way everything is setup… All accounts of your actions will be faxed to the faculty as of today and should at least one female come up all the other victims you've had will come forward and no one will mourn your death." His eyes looking as though they were half awake as he slowly took his leathered gloves off for a moment and throwing them back within each other and taking his leave before looking back once more as though happy about proving his superiority.

Damn you fucking brat… None of you fucking failures will ever account to anything in life. Being mounted by me was the best thing these failures could ever fucking hope for… and this smartass bastard thinks' he has me beat. I honestly don't have time for this, and I hope he rots in hell.

Time… 1:32

The constant flickering of the lights in the back of my mind makes it impossible for me to rest. The pain of knife in my back has long since subsided and it makes it impossible for me to get up and continue on with the day. You'd assume a man like me would have met a much better end then being knifed by some punk over his whore of a girlfriend. One of these days's there going to honestly realize that I was right about everything that I've said and done… And that bitch and her bastard will get there's and I'll have my chance to sit over them and laugh. Until then… To hell with it honestly, I'm too tired to keep up with this shit.