Disclaimer: Would you actually believe that I own the characters? Thanks to all for taking the time and read this.
Welcome to Chaos
Where has all your innocence gone little one? Its okay let it go don't you want to be free? Where are all your excuses now little one? It's so easy let them go turn yourself in to me…Welcome to Chaos do you recognize me?
"You're used to this, aren't you? That facial expression you all share. When things get a bit, out of control. Like you enjoy it. Like you get a high from the danger."
"You want me to apologize for that."
"Don't you ever wonder how long you can survive before you go mad, or get killed, or lose a loved one?"
"It's worth the risk, to protect people!"
"And who protects us?" –The question hang in the air, yes I was afraid. Afraid that they would forget about us, terrified that they would die trying to rescue us. I am trying to be brave for Tosh, for myself. She goes around the room trying to find something that can help us, and finds shoes more than one hundreds I can say, different types from different decades. Then we find a fridge, what is inside is what frights me the most, is now in my every nightmare.
Now thinking back on that night, I still can't understand what drive them to do such a horrible thing. How can they call themselves humans, every other creature on this planet, even the weevils have a reason behind their killings: hunger, protecting territory, self defense; but they, those people were just doing it for fun, for tradition. It terrifies me to think at what point humanity is going to turn in to that. Is that how the world is going to end humans killing each other's for fun?
After all the nightmare had past and Captain Jack came to our rescued, Gwen insisted and talking to the guy so she could understand, I don't think she got much from it. She came out worse than when she went in. There is nothing to understand, nothing to assimilate they were not humans.
Tosh call me in the middle of the night to ask how I was, apart from the nausea feeling that I have an my stomach every time I see meat, and the pain all over my body due to the beating I took, I am glad to be alive. She said that I could count on her for whatever I need, if I ever want to talk about anything I could just call her and she will be here. I understand now that in order to survive this nightmare call life you need to have someone to rely on, someone who sees you as an equal, and the one you can call a friend not just a coworker, that is what to Toshiko has become, my friend.
Authors Note:"It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside."