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Submitted:May 3, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Fur Milla,

I place a hand on to your breast ; feel your softness and gentleness. I see in your eyes both angel and devil and I welcome and desire for both. I call to you Milla and motion my lips to your neck and then to your chest. I leave a mark to let others know you are my lover and my lover alone. I am both afraid and excited of my desire for you; it causes my skin and bone to flush and tighten with a need of you. Milla you are addiction in flesh and bare the face Michelangelo himself could not make more perfect. Milla you haunt me and bring me the greatest of inspiration. It is not just from your body,but even more your very soul.

Your beloved, Gabriel in the year of our lord 1523.


It's 1985 Hair Metal, Big hair, and Duran Duran have exploded onto this generation. Everything is changing and getting better; the world is more connected now than it has ever been before. The world is just a phenomenon right now! But of course I was born too early to enjoy all of these amazing things. The only thing I had was gym class and bad lunches. Yes, in this grand moment of the earth's history I am stuck in high school: Goddammit.

As per the usual routine I sit in the back of the gym. To pass the time I listen to my tape player which is full of great music such as : The cure, Luna Sea, Christan Death. I also write and draw; nothing amazing just little scribbles here and there mostly of how I would like to kill my P.E. teacher Mr Sidberry. If I am not doing that I am usually fantasising over Airicka Paull who is the only other Cure fan in all of the school; I want her to have my children ahahaha. Me and Airicka don't really get along anymore because I had the smart idea of telling her I loved her: BIG MISTAKE! I should have just kept my mouth closed and kept her as a friend.

Now I am lucky if she even looks at me, let alone speak to me and when she does it's only to borrow a smoke. The only real friend I have here is this girl Amanda Weist, but she really isn't a friend; she is more like the generic good person. Though, to be fair I would stick it in her all the same if I could she is the queen of the hot girls in the school. The only reason why she knows who I am is because I stopped her friend Andrew Goodman from getting his teeth kicked in from a 8th grader when we were in the 6th grade. This allowed my existence to be tolerated by the popular kids since he was one of them. Hence, why I am left alone and not bothered by them even with my scraggly hair, black army boots, long trench coat, black eyeliner, and inverted cross bad religion band shirt.

HEY CROSS BOY! Mr. Sidberry called out. I push my headphones to the side so I can hear him. What? I answered. Since you fall to take part in class I have a way for you to make up your grade he said with a grin. Great, I could hardly wait to hear this I thought. I asked him: Yeah? what is it?. With a smile still in full he said: You get to clean out the old locker room! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! THAT PLACE IS RUSTED TO HELL AND RATS ARE EVERYWHERE!!! I yelled at him. He just smiled and said: It's either that or you fail and have to repeat the year. Let me just say this now, whoever came up with the idea of physical exercise is required to pass in academics is an asshole. Fine! I said to Mr, Sidberry in a beaten tone. That mother still had the smirk on his face; God I hate him. After class he escorted me to the locked door next to the current boys locker room. Here i'll give you a mop and bucket so you won't have to clean everything by hand kid, Mr. Sidberry said as threw the mop to me and proceeded to unlock the door.

As soon as he opened the the door a awful scent filled the hallway. Jesus! I said as I covered my nose and mouth with my shirt. Yeah that would be the smell of fifty years worth of rust and mold and rat shit Mr Sidberry said laughingly. He then continued: I will be back in two hours to check on you, I am not heartless all you need to do is give the floor on good wipe down and check inside the lockers for any left items. If you find something you like you can keep it I doubt anyone would want a fifty year old sock hahahaha!

Mr. Sidberry continues to laugh as he walks away. I walk in feeling the wall for the light switch, which by some miracle still works. The light, however is covered in mold and dirt so it gives the entire room a muddy green look. To my surprise I didn't see any rats and the floor was barely covered in any dirt; I should keep in mind no one has been in here since 1950s era. I put on my headphones and take off my coat as not to get it dirty and place it on the outer door knob.

It took me no time to mop the floor of the room its only about 20 Ft across and 10 Ft across. The lockers are in two rows; one behind the other. It was a breeze especially when blasting Luna Sea's - Dejavu track hahaha. There are only 10 lockers on each side so I was able to clean out most of them and others wouldn't open due to rusted hinges. Alright, just one more to go and i'll be able to get the hell out of here. I reach my hand to the locker hoping it is rusted shut like some of the others, but it isn't just my luck.

I look inside to see if there is anything inside before I get inside with the mop. And nothing just like the rest. I push the mob into the locker first getting the top section and then the sides of the lower one and finally I go to do the bottom when I hear a metallic rip. Oh....shit! I thought to myself and immediately pull the mop away. I put the mop in the bucket and go to look inside the locker to see how much damage was done.

It is hard to see anything because the light is so dimmed so I take out my lighter and peek inside. The entire bottom ripped open and caved in due to years of rust and the pressure I put onto it from the mop. All I can see is orange soup at the bottom which is only about 6 inches in. As I move the light back and forth to have a final look I noticed something. Infact I notice alot of things. The entire bottom started to shine from underneath the orange layered water. I take a minute to think about is it worth sticking my hand in there and if I would need any shots afterward.

If there was anything interesting down there I could give it to Airicka as an apology. A nd if she doesn't take it I could always give it to Amanda: at least she would appreciate it. Why not? I thought if anything did happen at least I would get sick time from school and maybe even get that prick Mr. Shitberry fired.

I reached in balls deep as they say and moved my hand around in the nasty smelling blood scent of copper and iron rust soup. I collect everything I feel to one side so I can grab it all at once. When I feel nothing else brush against my hand I pull everything out and dump it on the floor. I hear the chimes of metal hit the tile floor. As I look at what exactly I saw from the bottom of the hole. I see a pile of jewelry.

Jackpot! I yelled. I hurried and picked all of it up and put them into my rolled up lunch bag I had in my coat pocket. I cleaned up the spill from the locker ''Juice'' , closed the locker I broke and closed the door behind me. I left the mop and bucket in the room. Not able to wait I rushed over to the drinking fountain at the end of the hallway in front of the school memorial. I get the paper bag from my pocket and quietly pour the jewelry into the sink of the fountain.

I run the water over the jewelry to clean it and use my coat to wipe away some of the dirt and rust. I am not afraid of anyone coming I checked the clock when I exited the room; it is 7 pm which is late even for the staff or clubs. It is likely Mr. Shitberry left as well. I removed most of the dirt and crap off of everything and rubbed them in my coat again to dry them off. Now, lets see what we got here.

My eyes widened as I see all of the pieces now cleaned and wiped. There is easly 10 rings an old watch and 2 necklaces. Some so old they barely had any shape left to them and other looked as if they were no more than 30 years old. THIS IS GREAT! AIRICKA WOULD LOVE THESE!!! I CAN EVEN GET THAT NEW BASS I WANTED!!! GOODBYE PROBLEMS!!! I yell to myself. I look back to make sure no one is around to be safe. I place the jewelry in my front left pants pocket since they are clean and dry now and wouldn't damage my clothing.

There was one piece I left out: a ring. It was gold and had these cool looking moon symbols on it; I wanted that one for myself. I place it on my right middle finger and it fit perfectly ! I reach out my hand to see how it looks and I gotta say it was worth putting my hand in locker rust juice. …........Run... I hear coming from behind me, I turn instantly and see no one. Hello? is someone there? I asked in confusion. …....Run.....I hear it again this time from the right of me to which I turn and still see no one. ….......SHE IS COMING RUN! DON'T LET HER CATCH YOU! The voice now coming as if from the below me.....wait the ring! I look down and the next thing I know I feel someone grab my hand and try to rip it from my body. I am too scared to make a sound; even more in too make words.

I hear the same voice from before it is even louder now as if its coming from all directions: I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE THIS ONE ALICE! my eyes now focused on the ring it starts to glow a the once dull moon becomes clear as if it was freshly engraved. The light is so bright it hurts to look at. I feel something...something trying to get inside me it feels as if fire is being pumped into my veins and skin. The rings light now like rapid vine is working its way up my arm, then to my chest. The pain is nothing like I have ever known. It is like someone was forcing something the size of the moon into my veins burning more and more with each second. Finally stop when it reaches my right eye.

I can move my arm again and there is no pain. I look to where my arm was being held and see a girl. She is beautiful: Long shoulder length black hair, Pale skin, Bright ice blue eyes, thin with a good sized rack. But, something is wrong with her; The way she smiles it just doesn't feel right to my instincts. Was she the one who was hurting me? How could a girl have so much strength? and what's more why is dressed so weird? Her clothes were something you'd see in old photos of the revolution.

I then notice the school......WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SCHOOL?! Everything is the color of the old locker room. A dark muddy green with a blue light from the windows which fills the hallway. I look back to the girl who is still smiling. It has been a while Nicholas I thought you would have let yourself rest after all this time she said. Nicholas? who is Nicholas? My name is Gabriel! I yelled to her. Not you, you fool, she said as she pointed to my hand and continued I was talking to the ring. The ring? I asked in confusion. Yes, she is talking to me child it was the voice from before.

The ring's light once again rushes up my arm and into my eye, but there is no pain this time. No, I feel a sense of protection now. I feel a hand rest itself on my shoulder. In shock my body freezes again not knowing what to expect. Easy young one you are not in trouble anymore; I am here. I figure walks in front of me: It is a tall man, easily six foot with long white hair, wearing a robe as if made for a king. Nicholas why are you here? the girl demanded. The man said in a wishful tone: I had hoped I would never have to see your image again Alice. Hmm? are you still mad about the last one Nickky? she said mocking the man.

That will not be the case this time the man said. You will now serve the new Veritas he continued. The man then turned around to me and smiled. I am sorry child I did not think this curse would make it this far he said. Curse? Veritas? Who is this girl??! and what did you do to me!!!!? I screamed to the man. I am sorry, but my time is limited, do not be afraid of this girl if she tries anything just call her name. With those last words he disappeared into the blue light.

The girl now unnaturally laughing lunges toward me; her face almost looks animalistic and pure in hunger. Remembering what the old man just said I scream her name using any scrap of will I have left: ALICE!!! She is stopped in midair by a unseeable force. The look on her face says she is just as shocked as I am. Alright! Alright! she yells to me. What was your name Gabriel?? she asked. Yeah I said. Look kid I ain't gonna try and kill you again: so can you let me go? she asked again. Fine, I said It's pretty clear I can control her now and stop her at any moment if I had too.

Lacie, I said and she dropped to the floor instantly. It was satisfying hearing her make a moan of pain. Thanks she said as she let herself up, she then asked me: How did you know how to let me go by saying my name backwards? I looked at her and smile and said: I just figured it would be something like a Grimm story; Something easy, but unknown. …...I am dealing with a true moron she said. What was that I asked? Nothing she said; nothing at all.

What do we do now and how do I get out of here? I asked Alice. I have been here for a long time and have never once found a way, I suppose we should find the one who wrote that she says and points the the wall where the memorial is. What are you talking about? I asked as I move my line of sight to the memorial. Wait what is this?!?!
The entire memorial has been written over in bold black letters.

'' I see them in full: these being of discourse, They like to show who does worse. When I use my eye to find honesty, They are always met with greater pleasure and debauchery. Though they claim to bare true heart: I see a flesh collected in scars, Words hide of masked want: Using scents to taunt, I myself witness the birth: Of beings who carry morals as strong as dirt, And when light comes to save: Those trapped in their indulgence rather shade.''





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