My Pack of Furry Fire Balls

One day, a Tuesday.
I was walking my dog. A nice little Chiwawa, one of those long haired ones with hair all orange and black that look like they're on fire when they run.
It's so cute!

I wanted to have more little fiery Chiwawa's, but they were too expensive.
I pondered this while I walked along. Doing creative calculating in my head to try and justify taking a detour down to the pet shop. No luck.
But this didn't depress me as much as it might have. I had my little Molly, and it was a bright and sunny day. Good for walking. By now we were coming around to the end of our walk, and we were in sight of my house.
I loved my house. It was pink with aqua blue windows, an aqua blue door, with a girl standing on the aqua blue porch.

... A girl standing on my aqua blue porch?
She had a brown box in one hand and her other on my little pink knocker. Interesting, I thought. She doesn't look like she's working for the post office. Besides, now I'm a bit closer, I can see that box has big holes along the top rim. Not the kind of box you receive in the mail.
And then it barked. The box, or what was in sided it, barked with the unmistakable sound of a puppy! I eyed the box.
The girl also turned to look at the content of the box, and noticed me coming through my little aqua blue gate in my pink fence, Chiwawa at my heels.
Her big green eyes lit up. "Ms. Pray?" she asks.
"Can I help you?" I asked back, polite little smile on my too thin for most peoples taste lips.
"I hope so," she nodded "My dad thinks it's immoral to make money off of other living beings, but we can't keep 'em so we were hoping you could take 'em." She held out the box.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, closing the gate behind Molly. "I'm not sure I understand."
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Nancy's niece." She named my best friend. "And when our dogs had puppies, but we couldn't keep 'em, she said you'd probably love having them. Since you've been wanting more for a while and so on." She paused, then said "We'll give 'em to you for nothing." She held the box toward me temptingly.


I peered in.
Four little balls of orange and black fire peered back inquiringly. One of them yipped at me. I fell in love.
"your sure?" I asked, breathless lungs barely giving me enough air to say the words.
"We can't keep 'em." The girl repeated. "We got eight already."
I was holding the box, though I didn't remember taking it. I heard myself mumble some pleasantries though I wasn't paying attention.

I crouched down so that Molly could look inside with me. "Look Molly, new friends." I said.
Molly sniffed the little ones in the box, then looked at me as if to say, Well alright, but I'm not looking after them for you.

"I'm so glad you're taking 'em." The girl said, "If you didn't, I don't know what we would've done."
"Thankyou so much." I said, looking up at her.
"No problems." She pushed her hands away from her body as if to push my thanks away. "I'll see you around then." And then she was gone, vaulting over my fence and away before I could think what else to say.

I shook my head at Molly in amazement. "We're going to have to call Nancy and find out just how she managed not to mention this." I told her.

Then I carefully carried the brown box though my purple living room into my white kitchen, where I promptly got out some dog food.
I wasn't certain of when they'd last eaten, and I'd rather they be a little too full, then a little too hungry on their first day at my house.

Agony 17/03/2009

Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. It was a rhythm that started early every morning, then continued, unbroken until late at night. Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. To me, it meant pain. It had been going on for years now. And I was starting to accept the fact that the Vampires were never going to accept that I’m never going to give them the information they want.

Never.

I had come to realize that I needed to accept another thing too. – My family was not coming for me. They never had been. From the second I was dragged into the center of the enemy, I was already a lost cause to them. Either that, or they had tried, and failed.

The first option seemed more likely to me. Because if they had done the second option, then they probably wouldn’t still need me to stick around.

Unless of course, you know… They just got some weird kick out of watching hunters suffer.

Gross. Even we don’t go that far. Hunters exist to protect our fellow humans from harm. Not to stretch them over some weird but incredibly effective – believe me. I should know. – machine, and watch while they dip into a world that gives a whole new meaning to the word “agony”.

Thunk. Tap. Huh… I guess my time here has paid off for something. I can almost ignore the pain now, I’m so used to it. It has taken on a sort of numb-like quality. I wonder if I can ignore it enough to go to sleep,

Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. Thunk. Tap. Thun…

Notes...

I wrote this some time ago when I was not in a very happy place. 

My own personal heaven.

Another flood of light came though the window, though again, it didn't hit us. Leo trembled against my arms in response. We were well hidden behind the single bed that was the only furniture in room that made up the entire structure of the old house that we were in. But that didn't stop the heart-stopping fear that went through us every time it happened.
The light moved away. Nothing happened for a moment, then I heard an irritated sort of grumble from out side, and someone sighed. It had happened before, so it didn't bother me. What did, was that this time someone spoke up."We know you're in there," it was a sleek, smooth, cooing sort of voice, "Games over. You can't hide in there forever."
Oh, that's original. I thought scornfully, wanting to say it out loud, but not quite daring. Because I knew that type of voice, and it was a voice that could never belong to a human. My arms tightened around Leo automatically. He whined softly in response. So softly that even I could barely hear it, though his lips were only inches from my ear.
He was doing so well, and I was so proud of him, for sure that my little brother was the only 7 year old on earth who could sit for so long and remain quiet.

"Elena?" This was a different voice, also alien, but one I knew. Felix! Good. He got bored easily. We might have some hope in them giving up and leaving after all, I thought, ignoring the part of me that wouldn't believe it so simple.
"Be reasonable Elena." He continued. "You know I like you. Just because your parents were stupid and forced us to execute them, doesn't mean that you have be. It's not too late. You are lucky I have such influence. I can promise you, that if you come quietly now, your little brother wont even be whipped."
My hopes were dashed immediately. If Felix was telling the truth in what he was saying, then it meant he wanted me to be his bed-slave. And that either meant that he was willing to get bored now, because I might amuse him later. Or, that he considered this a game, a hunt, and he was enjoying chasing his prey.
Stupid pervert of a half cat Monster! I would never give us in to them!
Besides, I was not fooled by what Felix had said about Leo either. They may not whip him, but that didn't mean he would go unpunished. There were other things they could do to him. Worse things. And if they caught us now, they would separate us. I'd be lucky if I heard that he survived getting to where ever they sent him.
There was no hope in this world for humans anymore. We had long since lost that war. Its was the Cats who ruled. The best us humans could hope for was to go unnoticed. And that didn't happen often. Cats were nothing if not observant.
Our last chance was Metal City. The last surviving human city in existence. But first we had to get there.

There was one other way out of the room we were in, which wasn't the window the Cats were trying to see us through. I was sure they didn't know of it. But even then, leaving this place would mean leaving the safety of the metal that the place was made of. Metal the Cats couldn't touch, and could barely come near.
Still, I was forced to consider the amount of food we had left, the amount of water. Almost none. We couldn't stay where we were.
Leo turned his head to look up into my eyes. I returned his gaze steadily. His emerald orbs were glistening, almost blind with unshed tears. Then he pushed his face into my collarbone so I couldn't see them brim over. My heart ached, and I felt my resolve tighten. Our parents had given their lives to give us a chance to run, a chance to get to the only place the Cats couldn't follow. I would damn well get us there.
I gave Leo a reassuring pat on the back, then set him down. Under the bed, was a stash of highly-illegal-uber-Cat-law chain mail. I took one out in my size, and one in a size for Leo. But before we put them on, I got out the last of our food and made Leo eat. Taking the last two bites for myself.
Then we got ready to run. Either way, the chase would end today.
The chain mail was extremely light, and wouldn't weigh us down. Leo looked kind of cute in his. "Trap door?" He asked me in a hushed voice. I nodded. His little jaw clenched determinedly. I had already explained our alternatives to him. He knew it was the long way, just as he could see it was now the only way.
I bent down and kissed his brow, and breathed to him, "Run, baby. Okay? Run, and don't stop. No matter what happens." He nodded, gulping.
I checked that my gun was easy to reach, picked Leo up onto my hip, and leapt up over the bed to the other side. Grabbed the almost invisible handle to the trap door there, and swung it open. There was a screech from outside, someone yelling "There's another way out!" I paid it no heed as I jumped into the darkness below. We dropped a good 5 feet before we reached the bottom. I released Leo, and he was off. Tall for his age, the boy could run. Keeping up with me just fine as we crawled down stairs, then along a wider passage that was tall enough for me to stand.
The tunnel continued for what felt like forever until we finally reached the exit. We ran on. Not even checking to see if someone saw us. That was unavoidable, and soon I could hear heavy pursuit behind us. I knew where I was going, and we didn't falter.
We kept ahead of them for a good 30 minutes, and by then I could see the gray shine of Metal City's walls ahead of us. But I could also hear them gaining on us. I took Leo's hand in mine so we couldn't be separated, simultaneously pushing my legs faster. He kept up.
45 minutes and we were almost surrounded. I could see them closing in from all sides. Cursing, I shot at a few of them to keep them at bay. The metal bullets tore through them like fire through paper. They slowed, but did not stop.
50. I grunted, going faster still. Leo was finally having trouble keeping up. I gripped his upper arm, taking most of his weight and lessening the chances he would fall. Pulling him forward. We were so close.
60. We were about a hundred meters from the big bar gates of Metal City. I saw the very human guard see me. He grinned, and gave orders to some unseen people to open the gates enough to let us in.
Suddenly, the Cats all bunched their legs and sprang at us. We were surrounded. 50 or so of the disgusting things. Their yellow eyes glinting, pointed ears pricked to attention, and long tails swinging behind them irritatedly, proud as any banner.
They held long wooden spears with stone points. Made to cut through our mail without them needing to get near it.
"Fuck!" I spat the word. In no mood to watch my tongue.
I lifted my gun, jerking my head at the guard. As he jumped clear, I let rip at the wall standing 2 meters into the gates for just this purpose. I was not the first to use this strategy, and the cats in front of me screamed. If the bullets so much as passed close to them, they hurt. Their flesh becoming puffy and red. They scattered.
"Run!" I shouted it at Leo, but he was already moving. I was on his heals, shooting at any Cats who dared come close.
Then I was falling. My leg pinned to the ground with a well thrown spear. I couldn't move. But I refused to cry out, and Leo didn't pause, making it through the gate. He turned with a wide grin on his face that vanished when he saw I wasn't with him. "No!" He screamed it, about to run back to me. But the guard grabbed him, said to him "You can't." His voice full of sorrow, though he didn't know me.
I was aware of other spears scraping at my armor.

Leo's face was tear streaked, he was sobbing. The guards arm was still wrapped around his waist. Comforting as much as restraining now.
I felt a smile touch my lips. At least he was safe. I mustered up the last of my strength and called to Leo, "Live baby. Live for me."
He screamed. "ELENAAA!!!!" And my world went black.

.....

I woke in a very comfortable bed, and felt my arms tighten unconsciously around Leo. Out the window, I could see the tall metal walls, high and towering over us. We were in Metal City. But how am I here. I didn't know.
Then again, this just might be my own personal heaven.

Memories.

Memories. Pictures in my head,
showing me what has already come, and past.

Memories. The knowledge that I hold inside,
of what has already come, and past.

Memories. Shared secrets, moments, and times,
that have already come, and past.


Memories. The doorway into my future,
that will soon come and pass...

Yesterday.

Yesterday, a sad day.
Yesterday was fun.
Yet yesterday, is yesterday.
A day that's gone goodbye.

Forever more our past is gone.
A history, we write.
But even though, events are gone.
Our memories still haunt.

'Cos yesterday, is yesterday.
The finished chapters in our book.

But all I know,
Is that though chapters go,
They are still there in the book.

So unlike tomorrow,
The bane of yesterday,
Is the truth we can't rewright.

Yesterday, a sad day,
Yesterday was fun.
Tomorrow dose not care.

'Cos yesterday, was yesterday.
The curse for our human minds.

Note. 
I wrote this poem last year. Though I've changed it a bit. I think it sounds better this way.

Love

What is love?

I have heard people speak of it.

I have read of it in books.

But I know that that is not enough,

Not to those who don't already know.

So I'm forced to wonder at the difference,

To wonder what I'm missing out on.

I ask you God;

                      Will I ever know?

Or was I sent into this lifetime,

To learn how to live alone.