"Things Happen"
Times go by like a lullaby,
Things happen, things happen.
We will never know why,
Things happen, things happen.
We can never go back,
Things happen, things happen.
Life hits you like an attack,
Things happen, things happen.
One may make an impression,
But then they are gone…
Good versus evil and depression,
But things happen…
Time goes on…
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bejita Ouji sat slumped in his desk. It was 4:30am in the morning, and he didn't feel like studying or learning. His eyes were half-shut, half-open, and his mouth parted and sighed a sleepy yawn. The tutor shot him an annoyed look. Bejita hated that tutor. Hated him. He was really, really mean. He was very, very tall, and to go with that, almost as wide as he was tall! He had a flat nose and teeny tiny slits for eyes.
The little Prince often referred to him as the "Snake", because that's what he reminded him of. A slithery, slimy (were snakes slimy?) snake. The tutor would snarl at the 'nickname' and yell and get all mad an' stuff. Bejita couldn't understand why he didn't like it. It was a much better trade. His name was one of those 'really-really-incredibly-too-long-and-hard-to-say' names. Besides, 'Snake' seemed to suit him much better!
The three-year-old absent-mindedly balanced his writing pen on the tip of his round nose. B-o-r-i-n-g… Why did he have to have Politics class first thing in the morning? Training would have been a better way to start off a day! Training was alive and exuberant and fun! Politics… well… positively monotonous… Over and over, the same old drone of preaching… He actually understood a great deal of it; it wasn't a hard subject for him to grasp. Economics, social status, war, diplomacy, agreements, proper behavior in public… Oh yes, young princes had to learn everything.
Most of it was encouraged to be taught in the earlier years so training and fighting would have more room in the future. They really laid it on thick… Politics, Math, Literature, Foreign Languages, Art, Music, Dance, Fighting… His father countered that the extra accompaniments would refine and aid his fighting skills. How, he had no idea.
A deep voice broke his train of thought.
"Well… that is all for today, your Highness," the tutor announced in a snooty voice. He sounded like he talked through his nose.
:: Whoa. That class went by quickly… Probably 'cause I wasn't payin' attention. ::
"Yes, sir," Bejita replied.
He was very grateful that the torture was over. As he was about the step out, he turned to the fat man and called, "See-ya, Snake! Sir!" Afterwards, he dashed down the hall as fast as he could. He didn't have the patience for a run-in with the 'snake' that morning. Bejita snickered as the thought; with his fat under chin bulging out he looks like a cobrada. (Cobradas are similar to cobras on our planet. –author)
It was 6:00am. Bejita's next class was due at 6:30am. A short interval… but what to do in the meantime? Something caught his eye as he scrambled down 7th hall… the bright, bold words: DO NOT ENTER. They were positioned above to big swinging doors with little windows at the top.
DO NOT ENTER.
:: Wonder what's in there? :: he thought with a mischievous glance.
Bejita swiveled his head from side to side, eyes darting around cautiously. No one on this hall was on duty until 6:30am… That left … thirty minutes to explore…. Carefully he opened the door, making no noise whatsoever. It was just as he had expected, devoid of people.
:: A-ha! It must be a science or experiment lab of some sort! Heh… I shouldn't be-ee here… :: Once again that dangerous glare shot across his eyes.
"eep," he squeaked as he glanced to the left. The wall was lined and stacked with cages and cages of experimentation (Liliopus) animals. He had heard about the kinds of tests that scientists ran to torture these creatures. It usually made them cruel and vicious. But Bejita wasn't afraid! He could hurt them, or outrun them... hopefully, anyway.
Of all the horrific creatures were present, one in particular caught his eye. It was situated in a small cage the sat of a counter in the middle of the room. It was sleeping much to the young prince's relief. It was probably the most recent subject, judging from its location.
The creature, you ask? Why, it was only a small, furry hamster…
Bejita had never liked the type of animal. Its kind lived in the wild gullies of the southwest… It was known to be quite violent… Even though the thing was sleeping, its immobile state sent shivers through the young prince. He wasn't afraid… was he?
"I mustn't be weak, I mustn't be weak, I mustn't be weak!" he whispered to himself.
He clambered up onto the tall counter. He looked at the rat-looking thingy's brown face… He mustered up courage and plastered his best scowl onto his young face.
"I am not afraid of you," he told the hamster. "I'm not!"
As if responding to the bold statement, the hamster's eyes flashed open. They glowed a bright red. Its short pink tail thrashed angrily. And the small kennel shook at its attempts to escape. Startled, the three-year-old's hands flew up and his legs kicked out. The forward thrust knocked the cage to the floor.
'gasp.'
The Ouji watched in horror as the cage smashed open and an angry Liliopus hamster crawled out. It turned its eyes to Bejita and began the shuffle toward the counter.
Bejita froze. He had read about hamsters. They detected movement. They were chasers and attacked viciously. The prince hated to admit it, but he was scared. Besides their violence, he had always, for some unexplainable reason had a slight phobia of hamsters…
The hamster used its sharp claws to climb up the bar-like furnishing… until it had reached the area right beside the shocked child. Bejita could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead… The hamster inched closer…
Bejita's hair stood on end (well, more so than usual) as he felt something small, something furry, crawl up his arm. Unable to contain himself and the chills that racked his body, he leapt off of the lab table.
"YAAAAAAA!" he screamed in a mix of anger and fear.
'CRASH' Oops, in his mad scurry to get away, he had tumbled into a pile of neatly stacked cages that were to the right of the table.
"uh-…uh-oh…" Uh-oh, indeed! The crash had freed a whole troop of vicious hamsters! Bejita's lips and face puckered to a puppy face.
"aw…"
They were scattered all around… closing in… closing in… Their eyes glowed read with rage as they looked at their new 'prey'…
They're just hamsters… Just hamsters! Stay still… stay calm…
The furry things were surrounding the child. He felt a twinge of pain on his left shoulder from the claws of a Liliopus hamster that had made a perch. As it was natural to do, he reacted. What a mistake… he twitched.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHEEEE!"
A pair of fangs sank deep into his shoulder and severed the soft flesh…
"Waaaaaaahhh!" he cried out as he began thrashing and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him out the door.
The hamsters, some cute, some vicious from cruel experiments, stared in shock. They were up on their hind legs in a similar manner to the prairie dogs of the earth…
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The Bejita Ouji kept running and running. When he reached the end of a hallway, he paused and glanced back.
'phew' They didn't follow me after all…
He breathed a sigh of relief and began walking at a slower pace.
"Just hamsters," he squeaked in an attempt at a triumphant comment.
'CHIRP' 'CHIRP' taptappataptaptaptaptap
:: What was- that?:: Bejita questioned to himself. :: Please, no..::
He turned around, dreading what he would see…
"waaah…" he groaned as the sight of a stampede of raging hamsters reached his eyes.
Bejita gulped as he tried to comprehend what was happening.
Otay… there is a big, big group of crazy hamsters rushing at me. What to do?
React quickly, you fool! Run!
Kill them, brat!
Oh, no… not the whispers and voices again… Run? Kill? What? The command "run" grew steadily louder in the shouting match inside his head. The voice was making his head throb.
Run!
"Ahhhh! Waaaah!" he screamed as his feet carried him away from the troop of hamsters. The voice yelling run had won this time…
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"Things Happen"
Times go by like a lullaby,
Things happen, things happen.
We will never know why,
Things happen, things happen.
We can never go back,
Things happen, things happen.
Life hits you like an attack,
Things happen, things happen.
One may make an impression,
But then they are gone…
Good versus evil and depression,
But things happen…
Time goes on…
Author's Note: I own nothing, but my opinion, don't sue me.
Okay, a short little something! This was a little lighter in atmosphere, but you will see where this leads next time. Will Bejita get in trouble? After all, this phobia is a weakness! You'll see… Cherish these light moments, they will get fewer and fewer… Next chapter should be posted within three days if I get enough feedback! It will be a little more dramatic and dark though, and a little "moody". What I mean is, next chapter will contain a variety of 'atmospheres'. Shall I post? Till next postage…