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I've had this rattling around in my head for quite some time now..figured i'd finally at least begin...hope you all like it :) - and um, well, as of now it's suitable for children, at least i think so, but it may not be in the future. Just warning you :)

It began slowly, the cold did, leaking thru the rotting walls, eating away at what warmth the bodies inside could produce. No amount of smoke from the other room, or number of blankets could begin to stop it. She had given up on stopping it by now anyways, prefering to accept it, and let it flow thru her like an old memory. She put on a cotton t-shirt, after getting out of the shower, and crept past the outer room, to slink into her own bed, high and out of reach from the passing stranger. Crawling under the covers, she stared at the ceiling, tracing each crack and crevice with her eyes. She was always afraid that it would break and crumble, crashing in on her, and it just might some day. This was the projects, where no one cared about maintaining anything...the landlord was a pimp, and thus far, no one from the city board had come by to check on their work. She snorted at the though of a suit coming down to this part of town without a guard. It'd never happen, never ever. She shook the ineffectual covers off her, and got out of bed. Pulling on a ratty pair of jeans, she padded back outside, listening to her mother and her latest fling bitch loudly, and reached for the door. Having to prove to herself that there was still a sky, somewhere, that wouldn't fall, she stepped out into the chilly hall and trotted to the end. She opened up the window, and stepped out unto the fire escape, pulling her wiry body up a flight of narrow metal stairs. Reaching the roof, and tossing herself over, she lay on her back, looking up at the not so starry sky. Thru the blur of the city lights, the liquor store lamps, and the XXX theatre promo sign, she could make out Orion and maybe a few other constellations. Only the bright ones. She'd always wondered if the book pictures were true or not, with all those extra stars, that she'd never been able to see. Shivering against the gravel, she inhaled the air deeply and smiled to herself. The sky was not going to fall tonight, and if it did, she chuckled to herself, it'd be pinned up on the street lamps. There was nothing to pin up her roof of her room, or her family, except for her, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to do it. A black flash glittered across her vision, and landed near her head. She sprang to her feet, and leaned over the edge.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?! Who the hell are you? Throwing trash up here, you coulda killed me you motherfucker!" she pulled back from the edge quickly, realizing that if indeed there were someone down there, they might be armed. "Jesus, throwing trash up on roofs..." she muttered, then thought. Maybe it was a drug thing? Like a pass off? If that bag were full of coke or somthing....she could leave this shittown and go somewhere to see if the stars really did exist like in the picture books...she walked over to the place where the bag lay.

"Stupid fucking way to throw things." She nudged the tattered looking bag with a toe. It wriggled. "Oh shit...a bag full of kittens. Just great. I might as well toss 'em back over, or the chinaman downstairs will eat them..." Her dreams of freedom suddenly shattered, and swept under her mental carpet, she reached down to grab the bag. Grasping the edges, a surging movement caught her off guard. Two needle thin teeth pierced straight thru the soft flesh of her hand. She jerked back instinctively, yelping, knocking the thing off. She held her hand to her chest, blood spattering on the dirtywhite, and stepped further back. The bag twitched a ratty edge aside, and two golden eyes peered out, fastening on the girl. She glared back back. "Fine, let the chinaman eat you all, i don't care...in fact, i'll go down and tell him tomorrow morning that you all are up here." The bag, uncaring, began to rearrange itself, folding up edges, and gaining height. She squinted at it, watching carefully, while sucking on her bleeding hand. It finally lumbered upright, and moved the last edges, revealing a small dragon looking creature. She spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed. "That's it...my momma did too many drugs before i was born. What, in the name Christ, the fuck are you." she chuckled to herself. It stood 3 ft tall, and was every bit as black as she was, except for those golden eyes, that still stared out, glazed over. It wings were shredded in patches, but you could still tell they were wings. It eyed the girl in reptilian coldness, and sqawked once, plaintively, before collasping...

ok - that's it for now...if you like it, or at least made it this far, couldja maybe send me a line, or a post? thankee kindly theri & Erin & everyone else in here...