What You Need
By Margarita Neko
Chapter 4: Thursday/Angel
Thursday's lunch and classes thankfully passed without any strange incident, courtesy of Gar. And, silly me, I was actually hoping that maybe I'd get through the day without feeling the need to throttle the little brat.
See, *this* is why I don't ever get my hopes up.
Anyways, school let out as usual, and then we had drama club. Raven had decided to get into it because of her artsiness, and she'd somehow managed to rope Cy and me into it, as well. I couldn't really complain, though. It was pretty fun most of the time, as long as we managed to stay away from Mammoth, Gizmo, and Jinx. Like Raven, Jinx loved drama, and she'd dragged Mammoth and Gizmo with her every session until they were eventually put to work on moving sets around and special effects, respectively.
Today we were supposed to be rehearsing for a play we'd be doing in a couple of weeks. I got to play the night in shining armor, and Cy got to be my lowly apprentice, a fact that I rubbed in his face at every possible moment. Life was good. As for Raven, she was playing the beautiful princess, which was, of course, a pretty laughable role for her, but right then she seemed like she couldn't care less. She was more interested in planning a sleepover with Starfire (who was tagging along with her) for that Saturday night.
Eventually, Mrs. Simmons, the director, a middle-aged and slightly overweight woman with blonde hair, got up on stage and signaled for all of us to be quiet. She cleared her throat loudly, and then started talking.
"Now, as all of you know, the role of the Angel of Judgment has been left open ever since Terra had that... Accident with the lighting fixtures," she began, ignoring the snickers of Mammoth, Jinx, and Gizmo. It was really quite well known that they were behind the "accident," but there was no proof, so they got off scot-free. "But I've got good news! We've finally found a replacement! Garfield Logan!"
There was a lot of whispering at this, and I found myself slightly perturbed, as well. While it had never exactly been said that the Angel *had* to be female, there was still something wrong about a guy filling in for a girl in a play. Especially considering just who the guy *was*: The most annoying kid in school, as of Monday. There was no way he could fill such a serious role. I definitely saw him as more of a "comic relief" type than as an angel.
"Right now, he's backstage, making sizing adjustments to his costume," Simmons continued, and I raised my eyebrow. He sewed, too? What was *up* with this kid? "So, I guess we'll have to start without them. He said he'd be done in time for his scene, though, so don't worry."
Quite frankly, I couldn't have cared less whether he was done in time or not, but I supposed that didn't matter. Within a few moments, I was up on stage, shouting off my lines, crossing swords with the powerful sorceress Jinx (they'd decided that her name was good enough for a witch, and left it alone), and trying to save the beautiful princess Azarath (formerly known as Raven). It was awesome, especially with me getting to order Cy around ("More ale, boy!").
Then came the big finish. My character was supposed to use the purity of his heart, or some other crap like that, to summon the Angel of Judgment, who would damn Jinx to eternal imprisonment in a flaming underworld. It was actually a pretty good plot, if you ignored the whole "Power of good" theme.
Holding my hand up into the air, I began throwing out more lines as Jinx glared up at me from where she'd fallen to the floor in our fight scene. "I call upon the powers of light resting within my soul!" I yelled out, silently laughing at myself for the ridiculous lines. "Bring forth the Angel!"
That, of course, was Gar's cue. Now, I was expecting him to come skipping onto the stage, wearing that ridiculous, dress-like robe that Terra had designed for herself when she was still playing the Angel. Then, he would stumble through his lines, mess everyone up, and then pretend like nothing had happened when it was all over.
I *really* hated it when he surprised me...
First of all, he strode—not skipped—onto the stage, back perfectly straight as he moved gracefully towards me. Hell, he practically *glided*. His costume, which I had described before as dress-like, somehow seemed... Elegant, instead of girly, on his body, flowing around him as if moving by an invisible wind. The look on his face was more terrifying than anything I've ever seen Mammoth produce, like he knew every sin I'd ever committed, and held no mercy whatsoever for them. It wasn't angry, or superior, just... Knowing, and ruthless.
Now, I was already pretty freaked by that look in his eyes. Hell, I was going through every sin I had ever committed (lying to my mom about how her rosebush got trampled, cheating on that spelling quiz back in third grade, borrowing some book of Raven's without asking, etc), and my God, every one of them seemed like a murder now. But then...
He started *talking*.
"Foolish human, you dare to call me to this mortal world, made of the dust that you were born from, ready to command me?" he demanded in a deep, flowing voice that made me think he really *was* an angel of judgment, and that I was going straight to hell. "I hope, for your sake, that this is not true. If it is, punishment shall be swift and deadly. I am not yours to command, nor shall I ever be, for as long as you remain a child of dust: No better than the creatures that you murder for your meal, the land that you destroy for your homes. Beware me; I am no angel of mercy."
I hesitated for a moment, trying desperately to remember what I was supposed to do now. Thankfully, the lines came back to me rather quickly, and I dropped to my knee, placing my sword on the stage floor in front of me.
"Honorable Angel," I began, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I am truly not worthy of your presence, but I fear that a creature of darkness has escaped its chains, and it has taken from her home the princess Azarath—Daughter of a human and an Angel, one of your own! Please, save this world from this creature's darkness!"
I risked a glance up, and saw that Gar had now turned his wrath unto Jinx, who looked about ready to wet herself (though I supposed I must have looked the same way a few moments ago). He started speaking again.
"Spawn of Demons," he addressed her, his voice tinted with disgust. "You have been allowed life long enough. You have sold your soul to the Devil, this is true, and the moment you die it shall be sent to him, and you shall become his eternal servant. But death is not necessary now. Be banished to the world of flames, and roast for all eternity—Eternal life in eternal pain!"
Jinx began begging for mercy, but Gar just turned and strode off stage as two other "angels" came and hauled her off, supposedly to burn in hell. I picked up my sword, fought off Jinx's remaining minions, rescued the princess, and then it was over.
As I was walking off stage to go get changed, Gar bounced up to me, still in his dress, and began chirping about how awesome I'd been, and asking if he'd done okay.
I ignored him.
~*~
After I got changed, Simmons asked me to help her carry a few buckets of paint onto the set, saying that she had to paint some scenery. She didn't really trust Mammoth, who was supposed to be in charge of stuff like this, so she didn't like making him stay any later than necessary and instead recruited me, "that nice Grayson boy," into helping her after hours. Not that I blamed her. I would like to be left alone with Mammoth after school, with no one around to hear you scream...
So, anyways, Raven, Cy, and Starfire all left to go to the ice cream parlor, and Gar went off to... Do whatever it is he does after school. Probably screwing around in more people's lives. I told Raven and Cy that I'd meet them at the parlor as soon as I was done, and they promised to save me a seat.
The entire job was done in about five minutes (there were only about eight buckets, but Simmons is a weakling, so...), and I decided for some reason to go out through the back door, by the cafeteria. I never took that door. But I guess that bastard Fate had decided to mess around with me that day.
So, I walked out the back door, all set to head down to the parlor, when a muffled yelp caught my attention. I whirled around, and my eyes widened behind my sunglasses. Over by the cafeteria, in a pretty secluded area between a wall and a dumpster, was Mammoth, Jinx, Gizmo...
And Gar.
Although, he didn't much look like he wanted to be there, and the fact that Mammoth had him pinned by his throat against the brick wall just helped to confirm that idea. Now, for some reason the tiny detail that I more or less hated this kid seemed to escape me when I saw him like that, and, before I even knew what I was doing, I was running towards them, anger clouding my vision.
"Hey!" I yelled out as I got closer, fists clenched in suppressed rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Let him go, *now*!"
Gar's eyes, which had been so filled with fear, immediately brightened up with hope. Mammoth, however, just laughed, tightening his grip to coax another pained whimper out of Gar, and Jinx glared at me.
"We've still got a score to finish from Monday," she told me coldly.
"I thought you decided he wasn't worth it!" I reminded her angrily. "Remember? It was just a bird!"
This time, the little twerp, Gizmo, spoke up. "Dude, if you think I'm gonna let some... *Faggot* get out of a beating scot-free, then you're *very* mistaken!"
My eyes widened. "So this is just... Gay bashing?" I asked incredulously. Even *I* didn't think that they would stoop quite this low...
Jinx huffed. "We've gotta have some priorities," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't just let some fucking fag get away with beating up on Gizmo."
"And what, exactly are you basing this assumption on?!" I demanded, enraged. "The fact that he took Terra's part?! That was the only role left!"
"Still, he didn't have to take it!" Jinx shot back, equally pissed. Gizmo nodded supportively beside her.
"Yeah! And dude, he was in a *dress*!" he pitched in.
"It wasn't even a sexually defined role!" I pointed out. "Did you even bother to *ask* him if he was gay?"
Jinx scowled, but turned to Gar. "Well?" she asked. "Are you?"
Mammoth loosened his grip just enough to let Gar speak, and, as he caught his breath, I prayed to any and all gods that would listen that, even if he was gay, he'd have the sense to deny it.
Finally, he spoke, glaring up at Mammoth slightly. "Of course not!" he said, and I felt relief flood through me, until...
"I'm *bi*!"
...Oh, *fuck*...
Before I could even react, Mammoth had pulled back his massive fist and pounded Gar, right in the stomach. The poor kid's eyes widened in pain, and he began coughing furiously. At first, I thought that he had just had the wind knocked out of him or something, but then I heard Jinx scream.
"Holy shit, Mammoth, just how hard did you hit him?!" she shrieked, and then I saw it. Blood was dripping from one corner of Gar's mouth as he coughed, and Mammoth was just staring in shock.
Gizmo looked pretty freaked, too, and he yelled out, "Let's get outta here!" The other two seemed to agree, and, as soon as Mammoth dropped his victim to the ground, they were gone. Fucking cowards. I'd get them later.
Right now, however, Gar needed help. He was still coughing, one hand covering his mouth to hide the blood. I ran over to him, seriously freaked out, and tried to help him up. He just brushed me off.
"I'm fine," he told me weakly, attempting a grin. It just didn't look right with blood staining his teeth. "This has happened before. I just need to get home."
"Gar, what are you talking about?" I demanded. "This is serious! You're coughing up blood, for Christ's sake!"
He just smiled up at me sadly, eyes clouded over. "I'm sick, Robin," he confessed to me. "This stuff happens to me all the time... Internal bleeding, and all that other fun stuff. The jolt just kinda... Forced some of the blood up. It's really no big deal. It usually heals up on its own really fast."
Whoa... That one was a shock...
I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't quite grasp what he was telling me. Someone so annoyingly happy all the time couldn't be that sick. But then again, there was no denying the blood on his hands... What the hell was going on?
"You could've just said you were straight," I told him, deciding to push my confusion aside for the time being. "They might not have hit you then."
Gar grimaced. "I'm not gonna deny myself just because they can't accept it," he told me. "That... That's just low, man."
I sighed. I hated it when he made sense. "All right," I conceded. "I'll drop it. Let's just get you home."
That said, I scooped him up into my arms, carrying him like a baby. He was as light as he looked. Hell, I think one of those paint cans might have weighed more than he did. The words "I'm sick," which had been said so casually, seemed to echo through my head when I though that, and I realized that his sickness was probably to blame for his weight... Or rather, lack thereof.
He looked up at me in surprise. "I can still walk, y'know," he said dryly, and I scowled. Now that I thought of it, why *was* I carrying him? Considering what I'd just found out about his sexuality, it should have been... Weird or awkward or something. But it really didn't. It actually felt... Kind of right. I felt like I had to protect him for some reason. There was just something about him that played with my emotions, making me want to punch him one moment and hug him the next.
But I didn't tell him any of that. Instead, I told him very simply, "No, you can't," and he conceded with a sigh, wrapping his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder. Once again, something that should have made me uncomfortable, but didn't.
So, I walked down Main Street with him nestled in my arms, ignoring the stares of passersby. After a few minutes, he told me to stop, and he hopped out of my arms. We were in front of this little house with blue shutters and a white picket fence, which he announced as his new home. He thanked me for the "ride home," and then disappeared inside the blue door.
As I turned to leave, one thought floated through my mind:
Just what else was this kid hiding?
~*End Chapter Four*~
A/N: Well, there ya have it... Gar's out of the closet! ^.^ Ehhh... Anyway, not much else to say. R&R, please!
Reviews:
Cheerful Oblivious: *Holds up a sign saying, "Thanks, dude!!! Lotsa love, ~Necchan."* ^.^ Seriously, though... Fainting is BAD... .
Chapter 4: Thursday/Angel
Thursday's lunch and classes thankfully passed without any strange incident, courtesy of Gar. And, silly me, I was actually hoping that maybe I'd get through the day without feeling the need to throttle the little brat.
See, *this* is why I don't ever get my hopes up.
Anyways, school let out as usual, and then we had drama club. Raven had decided to get into it because of her artsiness, and she'd somehow managed to rope Cy and me into it, as well. I couldn't really complain, though. It was pretty fun most of the time, as long as we managed to stay away from Mammoth, Gizmo, and Jinx. Like Raven, Jinx loved drama, and she'd dragged Mammoth and Gizmo with her every session until they were eventually put to work on moving sets around and special effects, respectively.
Today we were supposed to be rehearsing for a play we'd be doing in a couple of weeks. I got to play the night in shining armor, and Cy got to be my lowly apprentice, a fact that I rubbed in his face at every possible moment. Life was good. As for Raven, she was playing the beautiful princess, which was, of course, a pretty laughable role for her, but right then she seemed like she couldn't care less. She was more interested in planning a sleepover with Starfire (who was tagging along with her) for that Saturday night.
Eventually, Mrs. Simmons, the director, a middle-aged and slightly overweight woman with blonde hair, got up on stage and signaled for all of us to be quiet. She cleared her throat loudly, and then started talking.
"Now, as all of you know, the role of the Angel of Judgment has been left open ever since Terra had that... Accident with the lighting fixtures," she began, ignoring the snickers of Mammoth, Jinx, and Gizmo. It was really quite well known that they were behind the "accident," but there was no proof, so they got off scot-free. "But I've got good news! We've finally found a replacement! Garfield Logan!"
There was a lot of whispering at this, and I found myself slightly perturbed, as well. While it had never exactly been said that the Angel *had* to be female, there was still something wrong about a guy filling in for a girl in a play. Especially considering just who the guy *was*: The most annoying kid in school, as of Monday. There was no way he could fill such a serious role. I definitely saw him as more of a "comic relief" type than as an angel.
"Right now, he's backstage, making sizing adjustments to his costume," Simmons continued, and I raised my eyebrow. He sewed, too? What was *up* with this kid? "So, I guess we'll have to start without them. He said he'd be done in time for his scene, though, so don't worry."
Quite frankly, I couldn't have cared less whether he was done in time or not, but I supposed that didn't matter. Within a few moments, I was up on stage, shouting off my lines, crossing swords with the powerful sorceress Jinx (they'd decided that her name was good enough for a witch, and left it alone), and trying to save the beautiful princess Azarath (formerly known as Raven). It was awesome, especially with me getting to order Cy around ("More ale, boy!").
Then came the big finish. My character was supposed to use the purity of his heart, or some other crap like that, to summon the Angel of Judgment, who would damn Jinx to eternal imprisonment in a flaming underworld. It was actually a pretty good plot, if you ignored the whole "Power of good" theme.
Holding my hand up into the air, I began throwing out more lines as Jinx glared up at me from where she'd fallen to the floor in our fight scene. "I call upon the powers of light resting within my soul!" I yelled out, silently laughing at myself for the ridiculous lines. "Bring forth the Angel!"
That, of course, was Gar's cue. Now, I was expecting him to come skipping onto the stage, wearing that ridiculous, dress-like robe that Terra had designed for herself when she was still playing the Angel. Then, he would stumble through his lines, mess everyone up, and then pretend like nothing had happened when it was all over.
I *really* hated it when he surprised me...
First of all, he strode—not skipped—onto the stage, back perfectly straight as he moved gracefully towards me. Hell, he practically *glided*. His costume, which I had described before as dress-like, somehow seemed... Elegant, instead of girly, on his body, flowing around him as if moving by an invisible wind. The look on his face was more terrifying than anything I've ever seen Mammoth produce, like he knew every sin I'd ever committed, and held no mercy whatsoever for them. It wasn't angry, or superior, just... Knowing, and ruthless.
Now, I was already pretty freaked by that look in his eyes. Hell, I was going through every sin I had ever committed (lying to my mom about how her rosebush got trampled, cheating on that spelling quiz back in third grade, borrowing some book of Raven's without asking, etc), and my God, every one of them seemed like a murder now. But then...
He started *talking*.
"Foolish human, you dare to call me to this mortal world, made of the dust that you were born from, ready to command me?" he demanded in a deep, flowing voice that made me think he really *was* an angel of judgment, and that I was going straight to hell. "I hope, for your sake, that this is not true. If it is, punishment shall be swift and deadly. I am not yours to command, nor shall I ever be, for as long as you remain a child of dust: No better than the creatures that you murder for your meal, the land that you destroy for your homes. Beware me; I am no angel of mercy."
I hesitated for a moment, trying desperately to remember what I was supposed to do now. Thankfully, the lines came back to me rather quickly, and I dropped to my knee, placing my sword on the stage floor in front of me.
"Honorable Angel," I began, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I am truly not worthy of your presence, but I fear that a creature of darkness has escaped its chains, and it has taken from her home the princess Azarath—Daughter of a human and an Angel, one of your own! Please, save this world from this creature's darkness!"
I risked a glance up, and saw that Gar had now turned his wrath unto Jinx, who looked about ready to wet herself (though I supposed I must have looked the same way a few moments ago). He started speaking again.
"Spawn of Demons," he addressed her, his voice tinted with disgust. "You have been allowed life long enough. You have sold your soul to the Devil, this is true, and the moment you die it shall be sent to him, and you shall become his eternal servant. But death is not necessary now. Be banished to the world of flames, and roast for all eternity—Eternal life in eternal pain!"
Jinx began begging for mercy, but Gar just turned and strode off stage as two other "angels" came and hauled her off, supposedly to burn in hell. I picked up my sword, fought off Jinx's remaining minions, rescued the princess, and then it was over.
As I was walking off stage to go get changed, Gar bounced up to me, still in his dress, and began chirping about how awesome I'd been, and asking if he'd done okay.
I ignored him.
~*~
After I got changed, Simmons asked me to help her carry a few buckets of paint onto the set, saying that she had to paint some scenery. She didn't really trust Mammoth, who was supposed to be in charge of stuff like this, so she didn't like making him stay any later than necessary and instead recruited me, "that nice Grayson boy," into helping her after hours. Not that I blamed her. I would like to be left alone with Mammoth after school, with no one around to hear you scream...
So, anyways, Raven, Cy, and Starfire all left to go to the ice cream parlor, and Gar went off to... Do whatever it is he does after school. Probably screwing around in more people's lives. I told Raven and Cy that I'd meet them at the parlor as soon as I was done, and they promised to save me a seat.
The entire job was done in about five minutes (there were only about eight buckets, but Simmons is a weakling, so...), and I decided for some reason to go out through the back door, by the cafeteria. I never took that door. But I guess that bastard Fate had decided to mess around with me that day.
So, I walked out the back door, all set to head down to the parlor, when a muffled yelp caught my attention. I whirled around, and my eyes widened behind my sunglasses. Over by the cafeteria, in a pretty secluded area between a wall and a dumpster, was Mammoth, Jinx, Gizmo...
And Gar.
Although, he didn't much look like he wanted to be there, and the fact that Mammoth had him pinned by his throat against the brick wall just helped to confirm that idea. Now, for some reason the tiny detail that I more or less hated this kid seemed to escape me when I saw him like that, and, before I even knew what I was doing, I was running towards them, anger clouding my vision.
"Hey!" I yelled out as I got closer, fists clenched in suppressed rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Let him go, *now*!"
Gar's eyes, which had been so filled with fear, immediately brightened up with hope. Mammoth, however, just laughed, tightening his grip to coax another pained whimper out of Gar, and Jinx glared at me.
"We've still got a score to finish from Monday," she told me coldly.
"I thought you decided he wasn't worth it!" I reminded her angrily. "Remember? It was just a bird!"
This time, the little twerp, Gizmo, spoke up. "Dude, if you think I'm gonna let some... *Faggot* get out of a beating scot-free, then you're *very* mistaken!"
My eyes widened. "So this is just... Gay bashing?" I asked incredulously. Even *I* didn't think that they would stoop quite this low...
Jinx huffed. "We've gotta have some priorities," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't just let some fucking fag get away with beating up on Gizmo."
"And what, exactly are you basing this assumption on?!" I demanded, enraged. "The fact that he took Terra's part?! That was the only role left!"
"Still, he didn't have to take it!" Jinx shot back, equally pissed. Gizmo nodded supportively beside her.
"Yeah! And dude, he was in a *dress*!" he pitched in.
"It wasn't even a sexually defined role!" I pointed out. "Did you even bother to *ask* him if he was gay?"
Jinx scowled, but turned to Gar. "Well?" she asked. "Are you?"
Mammoth loosened his grip just enough to let Gar speak, and, as he caught his breath, I prayed to any and all gods that would listen that, even if he was gay, he'd have the sense to deny it.
Finally, he spoke, glaring up at Mammoth slightly. "Of course not!" he said, and I felt relief flood through me, until...
"I'm *bi*!"
...Oh, *fuck*...
Before I could even react, Mammoth had pulled back his massive fist and pounded Gar, right in the stomach. The poor kid's eyes widened in pain, and he began coughing furiously. At first, I thought that he had just had the wind knocked out of him or something, but then I heard Jinx scream.
"Holy shit, Mammoth, just how hard did you hit him?!" she shrieked, and then I saw it. Blood was dripping from one corner of Gar's mouth as he coughed, and Mammoth was just staring in shock.
Gizmo looked pretty freaked, too, and he yelled out, "Let's get outta here!" The other two seemed to agree, and, as soon as Mammoth dropped his victim to the ground, they were gone. Fucking cowards. I'd get them later.
Right now, however, Gar needed help. He was still coughing, one hand covering his mouth to hide the blood. I ran over to him, seriously freaked out, and tried to help him up. He just brushed me off.
"I'm fine," he told me weakly, attempting a grin. It just didn't look right with blood staining his teeth. "This has happened before. I just need to get home."
"Gar, what are you talking about?" I demanded. "This is serious! You're coughing up blood, for Christ's sake!"
He just smiled up at me sadly, eyes clouded over. "I'm sick, Robin," he confessed to me. "This stuff happens to me all the time... Internal bleeding, and all that other fun stuff. The jolt just kinda... Forced some of the blood up. It's really no big deal. It usually heals up on its own really fast."
Whoa... That one was a shock...
I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't quite grasp what he was telling me. Someone so annoyingly happy all the time couldn't be that sick. But then again, there was no denying the blood on his hands... What the hell was going on?
"You could've just said you were straight," I told him, deciding to push my confusion aside for the time being. "They might not have hit you then."
Gar grimaced. "I'm not gonna deny myself just because they can't accept it," he told me. "That... That's just low, man."
I sighed. I hated it when he made sense. "All right," I conceded. "I'll drop it. Let's just get you home."
That said, I scooped him up into my arms, carrying him like a baby. He was as light as he looked. Hell, I think one of those paint cans might have weighed more than he did. The words "I'm sick," which had been said so casually, seemed to echo through my head when I though that, and I realized that his sickness was probably to blame for his weight... Or rather, lack thereof.
He looked up at me in surprise. "I can still walk, y'know," he said dryly, and I scowled. Now that I thought of it, why *was* I carrying him? Considering what I'd just found out about his sexuality, it should have been... Weird or awkward or something. But it really didn't. It actually felt... Kind of right. I felt like I had to protect him for some reason. There was just something about him that played with my emotions, making me want to punch him one moment and hug him the next.
But I didn't tell him any of that. Instead, I told him very simply, "No, you can't," and he conceded with a sigh, wrapping his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder. Once again, something that should have made me uncomfortable, but didn't.
So, I walked down Main Street with him nestled in my arms, ignoring the stares of passersby. After a few minutes, he told me to stop, and he hopped out of my arms. We were in front of this little house with blue shutters and a white picket fence, which he announced as his new home. He thanked me for the "ride home," and then disappeared inside the blue door.
As I turned to leave, one thought floated through my mind:
Just what else was this kid hiding?
~*End Chapter Four*~
A/N: Well, there ya have it... Gar's out of the closet! ^.^ Ehhh... Anyway, not much else to say. R&R, please!
Reviews:
Cheerful Oblivious: *Holds up a sign saying, "Thanks, dude!!! Lotsa love, ~Necchan."* ^.^ Seriously, though... Fainting is BAD... .
