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Locked, Chapter three
My head. I couldn't move because I was in so much pain. My whole body hurt, but my head felt.. broken. I thought my skull must have been cracked. When I opened my eyes I saw it was dark, I knew I hadn't gone blind or anything, because there was a small sliver of light a few feet away. There were people talking outside. Outside of where? Fear rose up in my throat. Where was I?
Slowly, very slowly, I sat up. My head pounded but I ignored it. When I tried to stand my head hit the ceiling and there was a nauseating wave of pain. So bad I almost got sick. I realized I was in some kind of box. A prison. What the hell happened? I was fighting those humans, and then.. and then.. Magneto. He said something about my punishment. Putting me in a box and giving me a nasty headache? A little light for Mags. Once he nearly killed Remy for accidentally blowing up an ATM. He strangled him with a led pipe.
I put my hands against what I thought must be the door, where the light was coming from. I don't know what I thought I would accomplish but I began beating my fists against it.
"Be quiet in there, mutie!" Someone shouted. Now that I knew that this wasn't Magneto, I began to feel nervous. I knew he wouldn't kill me, but I wasn't so sure about whoever was out there. What if they did kill me? Well I would be dead, but I didn't want to die. I began to panic.
"Let me out!" I shouted, and began banging my fists again, "Let me out of this bloody box!" there was a chorus of laughter.
"Yeah sure, buddy. We'll let you out of the 'bloody' box." I reached in my pocket for my lighter. It wasn't there. Then I remembered that Magneto had taken it. I was trapped with nothing to defend myself. Now I was really terrified. The fear seemed to make my head hurt worse. I put my hands over my eyes and leaned against the wall. I was going to die and I couldn't even fight my way out.
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Psychological. This was all psychological. Magneto wouldn't let me die. He couldn't. I was too valuable. That's what I kept telling myself. I had to stay calm. It doesn't sound very believable now that I think about it.
I realized we were moving. In a car or a plane? I could escape from a car, not a plane. What if it was a submarine? I doubted that the moment I thought it. Maybe if I listened I could find out. I leaned my head against the door again. It was cold and it made my head throb.
"Why did they trade him to the Bills? I still can't figure out why they did that."
"Al, that was two years ago. Why do you still care?" someone snorted, either laughing or in disgust.
"Hey. I wonder why it isn't making noise anymore." It? I'm not an it!
"Yeah and why ain't it trying to use its powers? That chip stops up most of it but it should be sparking or whatever it does." Chip? What chip?
"I make peoples heads explode!" I shouted through the door. There was a banging sound, like one of them had fallen over.
"He can't do that! Can he? He can't!" there were low chattering sounds for a few mintues and I only caught a few words. Nothing that could tell me anything.
"Hey mutant? We don't want no trouble, right? We're just transport. We ain't involved beyond that. We're only supposed to deliver you to the buyer." The buyer. Someone had bought me.
"I'm not a slave!" I shouted, "You can't sell me!" there was more chattering.
"You're not a human. Only humans can't be sold, mutant. You're just an animal to these people." It was a different voice this time. I couldn't respond. I wasn't an animal. I felt sick. Those people made me sick. I wasn't a human but I was still a person. They couldn't.
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We stopped. I had decided we were in a car, or else we couldn't have stopped like that. My lighter was gone. I couldn't fight them. Not that way at least. I wanted them all dead. I wanted the one who had called me an animal. I'd strangle him.
Someone opened the door and climbed out.
"Yeah, we got it. He's in that box thing."
I couldn't here the next person talking.
"You want /me/ to open it? That thing said he could blow up people's brains! I ain't opening it pal. You want the thing /you/ go and get it."
The other person spoke again, this time I heard a low mumble.
"What? A lighter? You sure? Well what if he still has it! I don't wanna get fried!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me, boy. I assure you he doesn't have a lighter. His powers won't work; in fact you probably didn't even need the chip. Just don't let him get near any fire and he won't be able to do anything. As soon as we get him to the base we can put the real chip in. Now hurry up!" The one that was talking to him must not have moved because the one who had called me an animal spoke up.
"Oh, what the hell, Craig? I'll get the friggin thing, you chicken shit bastard." I tensed. As soon as he opened the door I was going to kill him. There was a clinking sound. I guessed he had handcuffs or something. That wouldn't work.
"Alright, mutie. Don't try anything, unless you wanna get your lighterless ass kicked." I heard him unlock the box, and then the door swung open. I didn't even wait until I saw him. I sprang out, wrapping my hands around his neck.
"Ack! Get it offa me! Get it the fuck offa me!" I squeezed, to make him shut up. His face began to turn blue. Then someone stuck me with something. I looked at my arm. There was a dart in it. I pulled away. Maybe if I ran I could escape. I jumped out of the van. That's what they'd been traveling in. My vision blurred, and everything seemed to slow down. The woods. Something in my head told me if I could make it to the woods, I would be safe. It was extremely irrational. I don't know what I was hoping for. They were just trees.
Well, I didn't make it. I fell face first onto the pavement. I felt the pain, but it was far away and dull. Someone grabbed me by the arms. They said something, but it sounded slurred and broken. I realized I was standing again. No, not standing, they were holing me up. I could still see clearly. A man was standing in front of me, talking to whoever was holding me up. He finished whatever he was saying and turned away.
I don't remember what happened after that.
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My head still hurt, though now it was just a dull throb, like a bad headache. Better than before. I felt bruised and beaten, like someone had been kicking me in my sleep, and with my current company, I didn't doubt that. Of all things, I was hungry. The last time I'd eaten was a few hours before the raid with the Morlocks. My sense of time was screwed up, what with being knocked out, locked in a dark box for who knows how long, and being knocked out again.
I was in a small space again. Not as small as the box, but small. I could sense it without opening my eyes. I didn't want to open my eyes. If I was where I thought I was, I didn't want to see it. There was no reason I should have to open my eyes and see the walls of a cell. No reason.
I decided to concentrate on the bed I was lying in. It was a bed. Not very comfortable, but then again, I don't think my new friends would hold me at the Ritz. It smelled funny, and I hoped no one had used it as a toilet recently. There was something right above me. I could sense that too. Was it the ceiling? No. Something moved. It was a bunk bed. So I had a roommate. Great.
Whoever was up there was awake or just waking up. They swung their legs over the side and jumped down. They must have been stretching because I heard a loud intake of air and then a sigh.
"Still asleep? Man, whatever they used on you musta been some strong- ass shit. Wish they'd stick me with somethin'. Some kinda hallucinogen, gimme some amusement. You're lucky. Don't hafta look at this place and know where you are. You also don't hafta listen to me talk to myself. Mad lucky." Whoever it was, they talked too much. They also sounded crazy.
"Yo!" he shouted, and then banged on what I guess was the door, "Can I get some service here! Ya'll ain't fed me since yestaday aftanoon! I told you I need three squares! Some cheap-ass punks you got in here! Gimme my pig slop!" Definitely crazy. I was going to have to kill myself. Or him. Whichever was more convenient. Someone shouted from the hallway.
"Shut /up/! How many times do I have to tell you to shut up!?" They sounded worn out, like they had to yell at him about every ten seconds, and they were sick of it.
"Apparently more than you already have. Hey is that you, Rent-A-Cop? How you been?" No answer. This one lived to annoy. I could feel it. Definitely had to kill /him/.
"Huh," was all he said this time. He walked back over to the bed, a journey of two steps. "Dude, are you even alive?" I decided now was as good a time as any to open my eyes.
"Yes. And could you quiet down? I have a headache." He jumped back into the wall.
"Holy shit! Don't go scarin' people like that, man!" He looked about ready to climb up the wall. Had I scared him that badly? Then he stood up straight, stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. What was all that about? "So, where you from?"
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His name was Kenny. Apparently he had no last name because when I said, "Kenny..?" He just shrugged and said, "John..?" He was beginning to get on my nerves. Every time something happened he would shrug. Like a shrug was a reasonable response to everything. If a plane crashed into our cell I'm pretty sure he would shrug.
"Y'know, I seen movies where two dudes sharin' a cell turn gay and start makin' out." I would have banged my head into the wall if it wouldn't have resulted in my skull splitting open and my brain falling out. Then again, if that happened I wouldn't have to put up with him anymore. He said these things with no emotion, like someone who was stating that clouds were white. Like it wasn't a big deal.
"I hope you aren't implying anything." I said. He gave me a look, like I was the one who had been talking about gay men in prison.
"Dude no!" He shrugged again, and turned back to his mush. I couldn't believe it. /He/ was pretending /I/ wasn't there! I was sitting on my bed and he was sitting on the floor, now facing the door, instead of me. The cell was as small as I had imagined it. Not even big enough to pace. And I had to share it with a lunatic. The bed was too small; my feet stuck out over the end if I lay flat. The fact I would have to sleep in the same room as him was enough to ruin my appetite. Not that the food was really edible. The worst feature was the toilet. Right where my feet stuck out.
The door swung open and a man with one of those semi-automatics stepped in. Kenny stood but the man motioned for him to sit.
"Not you. That one." He shrugged and sat again. I wasn't sure if he even realized he did it. I didn't move. Wherever he was going to take me couldn't have been a good place. Kenny gave me a look.
"I'd go if I was you. Captain Fancy here don't like to be kept waiting." The man kicked at Kenny, but he must have sensed it because he was out of the way before he finished his sentence.
"Right then. You sure do have wonderful service, here. I mean an escort to torture? When I fill out my comment card I'm giving you a five!" Kenny started laughing, and the captain sneered.
"Move it, freak!" He elbowed me out of the room and pushed me down the hall. It was as bland out there as in the cell, only with better lighting. There were doors every few feet, so I figured there must have been more captives. Someone began banging on the door as we walked by.
"So, Captain, where are we headed?" He butted me with his gun.
"My name is Harrison!" he snarled.
"My name is John. Nice to meet you Harry! But I like Captain Fancy better." This time he didn't say anything. He just kicked me between the feet, so I would trip. The halls continued on, like a maze. I didn't know how he knew where to go. We came to a stairway, and I started down. He grabbed my arm.
"We're going down into the public office. There are people down there who don't know we got mutants up here, and we'd prefer that they didn't find out. Now you wouldn't want to start anything, get innocent people hurt, would you?" I looked at him like he was stupid.
"Um, sorry to bust your bubble, mate, but I don't care about innocent people. Especially humans. See, I'm one of the 'bad guys'. Besides, anyone who would be in this building willingly can't be innocent." He glared at me.
"Listen, you make one wrong move, freak, and I'll blow your brains out, understand? One wrong move."
"Well, it's not like I really could, if I wanted to." I mumbled as we started down. He held me by my elbow as we walked out into, of all things, an office. Cubicles, water coolers, vending machines and everything. What the hell?
"Harrison! What're you doing?" A woman asked fearfully.
"This one's under our protection program. The elevators broken so I had to bring him through here. Right, buddy?" He squeezed my arm threateningly.
"Right, mate. Got some baddies after me." the woman looked sympathetic.
"Poor thing. Those mutants are disgusting, chasing innocent humans around like they run the world." Now she looked angry. I nodded weakly. "Should I send out a memo to the floor about the elevator? So they won't freak out when you bring people through." Harry nodded.
"Good job, mutie. You have an attitude but you're smarter than your roommate." He sounded like he was saying, "Good boy! Have a milk bone!"
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Darn those humans! That chapter made me angry. Isn't that weird? Anel says it has to do with 'tone' and 'mood'. Whatever. Now /I/ can't wait till the next chapter. Which I'm sure I'll have to type! Three reviews this time! WOO!
angyl-devyl- Thank you! I, Red Raven, am the writer, and my brother, the Cap'n, types it because I'm really slow at it. Then there's Anel. She just watches us and laughs.
Dreams of Magic- I think it would be really weird if Magneto did that. Weird and disturbing. He is crazy; I just don't want him to be bouncing around like a maniac.
Chronicles Bailey- Yes, he does. Magneto'll probably get what's coming to him.
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Locked, Chapter three
My head. I couldn't move because I was in so much pain. My whole body hurt, but my head felt.. broken. I thought my skull must have been cracked. When I opened my eyes I saw it was dark, I knew I hadn't gone blind or anything, because there was a small sliver of light a few feet away. There were people talking outside. Outside of where? Fear rose up in my throat. Where was I?
Slowly, very slowly, I sat up. My head pounded but I ignored it. When I tried to stand my head hit the ceiling and there was a nauseating wave of pain. So bad I almost got sick. I realized I was in some kind of box. A prison. What the hell happened? I was fighting those humans, and then.. and then.. Magneto. He said something about my punishment. Putting me in a box and giving me a nasty headache? A little light for Mags. Once he nearly killed Remy for accidentally blowing up an ATM. He strangled him with a led pipe.
I put my hands against what I thought must be the door, where the light was coming from. I don't know what I thought I would accomplish but I began beating my fists against it.
"Be quiet in there, mutie!" Someone shouted. Now that I knew that this wasn't Magneto, I began to feel nervous. I knew he wouldn't kill me, but I wasn't so sure about whoever was out there. What if they did kill me? Well I would be dead, but I didn't want to die. I began to panic.
"Let me out!" I shouted, and began banging my fists again, "Let me out of this bloody box!" there was a chorus of laughter.
"Yeah sure, buddy. We'll let you out of the 'bloody' box." I reached in my pocket for my lighter. It wasn't there. Then I remembered that Magneto had taken it. I was trapped with nothing to defend myself. Now I was really terrified. The fear seemed to make my head hurt worse. I put my hands over my eyes and leaned against the wall. I was going to die and I couldn't even fight my way out.
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Psychological. This was all psychological. Magneto wouldn't let me die. He couldn't. I was too valuable. That's what I kept telling myself. I had to stay calm. It doesn't sound very believable now that I think about it.
I realized we were moving. In a car or a plane? I could escape from a car, not a plane. What if it was a submarine? I doubted that the moment I thought it. Maybe if I listened I could find out. I leaned my head against the door again. It was cold and it made my head throb.
"Why did they trade him to the Bills? I still can't figure out why they did that."
"Al, that was two years ago. Why do you still care?" someone snorted, either laughing or in disgust.
"Hey. I wonder why it isn't making noise anymore." It? I'm not an it!
"Yeah and why ain't it trying to use its powers? That chip stops up most of it but it should be sparking or whatever it does." Chip? What chip?
"I make peoples heads explode!" I shouted through the door. There was a banging sound, like one of them had fallen over.
"He can't do that! Can he? He can't!" there were low chattering sounds for a few mintues and I only caught a few words. Nothing that could tell me anything.
"Hey mutant? We don't want no trouble, right? We're just transport. We ain't involved beyond that. We're only supposed to deliver you to the buyer." The buyer. Someone had bought me.
"I'm not a slave!" I shouted, "You can't sell me!" there was more chattering.
"You're not a human. Only humans can't be sold, mutant. You're just an animal to these people." It was a different voice this time. I couldn't respond. I wasn't an animal. I felt sick. Those people made me sick. I wasn't a human but I was still a person. They couldn't.
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We stopped. I had decided we were in a car, or else we couldn't have stopped like that. My lighter was gone. I couldn't fight them. Not that way at least. I wanted them all dead. I wanted the one who had called me an animal. I'd strangle him.
Someone opened the door and climbed out.
"Yeah, we got it. He's in that box thing."
I couldn't here the next person talking.
"You want /me/ to open it? That thing said he could blow up people's brains! I ain't opening it pal. You want the thing /you/ go and get it."
The other person spoke again, this time I heard a low mumble.
"What? A lighter? You sure? Well what if he still has it! I don't wanna get fried!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me, boy. I assure you he doesn't have a lighter. His powers won't work; in fact you probably didn't even need the chip. Just don't let him get near any fire and he won't be able to do anything. As soon as we get him to the base we can put the real chip in. Now hurry up!" The one that was talking to him must not have moved because the one who had called me an animal spoke up.
"Oh, what the hell, Craig? I'll get the friggin thing, you chicken shit bastard." I tensed. As soon as he opened the door I was going to kill him. There was a clinking sound. I guessed he had handcuffs or something. That wouldn't work.
"Alright, mutie. Don't try anything, unless you wanna get your lighterless ass kicked." I heard him unlock the box, and then the door swung open. I didn't even wait until I saw him. I sprang out, wrapping my hands around his neck.
"Ack! Get it offa me! Get it the fuck offa me!" I squeezed, to make him shut up. His face began to turn blue. Then someone stuck me with something. I looked at my arm. There was a dart in it. I pulled away. Maybe if I ran I could escape. I jumped out of the van. That's what they'd been traveling in. My vision blurred, and everything seemed to slow down. The woods. Something in my head told me if I could make it to the woods, I would be safe. It was extremely irrational. I don't know what I was hoping for. They were just trees.
Well, I didn't make it. I fell face first onto the pavement. I felt the pain, but it was far away and dull. Someone grabbed me by the arms. They said something, but it sounded slurred and broken. I realized I was standing again. No, not standing, they were holing me up. I could still see clearly. A man was standing in front of me, talking to whoever was holding me up. He finished whatever he was saying and turned away.
I don't remember what happened after that.
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My head still hurt, though now it was just a dull throb, like a bad headache. Better than before. I felt bruised and beaten, like someone had been kicking me in my sleep, and with my current company, I didn't doubt that. Of all things, I was hungry. The last time I'd eaten was a few hours before the raid with the Morlocks. My sense of time was screwed up, what with being knocked out, locked in a dark box for who knows how long, and being knocked out again.
I was in a small space again. Not as small as the box, but small. I could sense it without opening my eyes. I didn't want to open my eyes. If I was where I thought I was, I didn't want to see it. There was no reason I should have to open my eyes and see the walls of a cell. No reason.
I decided to concentrate on the bed I was lying in. It was a bed. Not very comfortable, but then again, I don't think my new friends would hold me at the Ritz. It smelled funny, and I hoped no one had used it as a toilet recently. There was something right above me. I could sense that too. Was it the ceiling? No. Something moved. It was a bunk bed. So I had a roommate. Great.
Whoever was up there was awake or just waking up. They swung their legs over the side and jumped down. They must have been stretching because I heard a loud intake of air and then a sigh.
"Still asleep? Man, whatever they used on you musta been some strong- ass shit. Wish they'd stick me with somethin'. Some kinda hallucinogen, gimme some amusement. You're lucky. Don't hafta look at this place and know where you are. You also don't hafta listen to me talk to myself. Mad lucky." Whoever it was, they talked too much. They also sounded crazy.
"Yo!" he shouted, and then banged on what I guess was the door, "Can I get some service here! Ya'll ain't fed me since yestaday aftanoon! I told you I need three squares! Some cheap-ass punks you got in here! Gimme my pig slop!" Definitely crazy. I was going to have to kill myself. Or him. Whichever was more convenient. Someone shouted from the hallway.
"Shut /up/! How many times do I have to tell you to shut up!?" They sounded worn out, like they had to yell at him about every ten seconds, and they were sick of it.
"Apparently more than you already have. Hey is that you, Rent-A-Cop? How you been?" No answer. This one lived to annoy. I could feel it. Definitely had to kill /him/.
"Huh," was all he said this time. He walked back over to the bed, a journey of two steps. "Dude, are you even alive?" I decided now was as good a time as any to open my eyes.
"Yes. And could you quiet down? I have a headache." He jumped back into the wall.
"Holy shit! Don't go scarin' people like that, man!" He looked about ready to climb up the wall. Had I scared him that badly? Then he stood up straight, stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. What was all that about? "So, where you from?"
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His name was Kenny. Apparently he had no last name because when I said, "Kenny..?" He just shrugged and said, "John..?" He was beginning to get on my nerves. Every time something happened he would shrug. Like a shrug was a reasonable response to everything. If a plane crashed into our cell I'm pretty sure he would shrug.
"Y'know, I seen movies where two dudes sharin' a cell turn gay and start makin' out." I would have banged my head into the wall if it wouldn't have resulted in my skull splitting open and my brain falling out. Then again, if that happened I wouldn't have to put up with him anymore. He said these things with no emotion, like someone who was stating that clouds were white. Like it wasn't a big deal.
"I hope you aren't implying anything." I said. He gave me a look, like I was the one who had been talking about gay men in prison.
"Dude no!" He shrugged again, and turned back to his mush. I couldn't believe it. /He/ was pretending /I/ wasn't there! I was sitting on my bed and he was sitting on the floor, now facing the door, instead of me. The cell was as small as I had imagined it. Not even big enough to pace. And I had to share it with a lunatic. The bed was too small; my feet stuck out over the end if I lay flat. The fact I would have to sleep in the same room as him was enough to ruin my appetite. Not that the food was really edible. The worst feature was the toilet. Right where my feet stuck out.
The door swung open and a man with one of those semi-automatics stepped in. Kenny stood but the man motioned for him to sit.
"Not you. That one." He shrugged and sat again. I wasn't sure if he even realized he did it. I didn't move. Wherever he was going to take me couldn't have been a good place. Kenny gave me a look.
"I'd go if I was you. Captain Fancy here don't like to be kept waiting." The man kicked at Kenny, but he must have sensed it because he was out of the way before he finished his sentence.
"Right then. You sure do have wonderful service, here. I mean an escort to torture? When I fill out my comment card I'm giving you a five!" Kenny started laughing, and the captain sneered.
"Move it, freak!" He elbowed me out of the room and pushed me down the hall. It was as bland out there as in the cell, only with better lighting. There were doors every few feet, so I figured there must have been more captives. Someone began banging on the door as we walked by.
"So, Captain, where are we headed?" He butted me with his gun.
"My name is Harrison!" he snarled.
"My name is John. Nice to meet you Harry! But I like Captain Fancy better." This time he didn't say anything. He just kicked me between the feet, so I would trip. The halls continued on, like a maze. I didn't know how he knew where to go. We came to a stairway, and I started down. He grabbed my arm.
"We're going down into the public office. There are people down there who don't know we got mutants up here, and we'd prefer that they didn't find out. Now you wouldn't want to start anything, get innocent people hurt, would you?" I looked at him like he was stupid.
"Um, sorry to bust your bubble, mate, but I don't care about innocent people. Especially humans. See, I'm one of the 'bad guys'. Besides, anyone who would be in this building willingly can't be innocent." He glared at me.
"Listen, you make one wrong move, freak, and I'll blow your brains out, understand? One wrong move."
"Well, it's not like I really could, if I wanted to." I mumbled as we started down. He held me by my elbow as we walked out into, of all things, an office. Cubicles, water coolers, vending machines and everything. What the hell?
"Harrison! What're you doing?" A woman asked fearfully.
"This one's under our protection program. The elevators broken so I had to bring him through here. Right, buddy?" He squeezed my arm threateningly.
"Right, mate. Got some baddies after me." the woman looked sympathetic.
"Poor thing. Those mutants are disgusting, chasing innocent humans around like they run the world." Now she looked angry. I nodded weakly. "Should I send out a memo to the floor about the elevator? So they won't freak out when you bring people through." Harry nodded.
"Good job, mutie. You have an attitude but you're smarter than your roommate." He sounded like he was saying, "Good boy! Have a milk bone!"
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Darn those humans! That chapter made me angry. Isn't that weird? Anel says it has to do with 'tone' and 'mood'. Whatever. Now /I/ can't wait till the next chapter. Which I'm sure I'll have to type! Three reviews this time! WOO!
angyl-devyl- Thank you! I, Red Raven, am the writer, and my brother, the Cap'n, types it because I'm really slow at it. Then there's Anel. She just watches us and laughs.
Dreams of Magic- I think it would be really weird if Magneto did that. Weird and disturbing. He is crazy; I just don't want him to be bouncing around like a maniac.
Chronicles Bailey- Yes, he does. Magneto'll probably get what's coming to him.
Raven loves you all because you care, and she cares because you care! Or something. Review like the wind!