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I ran up a couple flights of stairs and past the broken elevator to find my friend past out in front of her apartment door, confused I looked up to see that her roommate and left a tie hanging on the handle.

                "Ash! Ash! Wake up god!" she groaned as she slowly opened her eye lids. Before she had time to notice my arm I yelled, "I need you to take me to the emergency room now!"

                "Holy shit Jeremy! What the hell happened to you!?"

                "No time to explain, the land lord will kill me if I get any more blood on his floors!"

                "You are bleeding!"

                "I know and that's why I need you to take me to the emergency room!"

                Her brain had finally turned on and she got up rushing into her apartment grabbing her keys. She bolted out the door, pulling my arm as she raced down the stairs. She pushed me into her old shabby jeep. As we were driving down the taxi filled street she was dead silent. I didn't know what to think, should I have been happy she wasn't firing questions at me or terrified. Ashley was kind of like a mother figure in my life. She was 3 years older than me; she was turning 24 that upcoming summer.  I had known her ever since my mom died. I was never sure how she knew my mom, but she had said that my mom told her to look after me if anything were to happen. I glanced over at Ashley, trying to guess her mood. She was fairly pretty, in a natural way.  She had smaller pointy ears that were covered by her long chestnut hair. Her skin was pale, but flawless, no blemishes tattoos or piercings. Her eyes were small and fierce; they were as blue as an ocean. Ashley noticed that I was staring at her and that is when she started to demand answers.

                "Why the hell is your arm like that? Did you get attacked by a dog? Oh my god, you got into another fight again didn't you! You know what I've said about starting fights! Do you know what your mother would say if she were here right now?! She would tell you the same thing! And I don't give a damn about your thrill seeking! It is just going to kill you! And don't you dare say that's the point!" 

    Thank god we had pulled up to the hospital just in time, I wouldn't have to answer any of her questions or hear another minute of her lecture! She had practically dragged me into the hospital by the ear stretching it so it became even more pointed. I was seen right away and put into a dreary white room. A handsome doctor walked in soon after I had settled down.

    Ashley turned around and started to say, "Doctor my…" but she was cut off by his good looks and started to swoon.

    "Hi, so can you tell me what happened?" the doctor asked, as he wrapped up my arm in gauze.

    As I opened my mouth, Ashley broke out of her trance and said, "My idiot brother biked into a tree. Is there anything you can do?" I was shocked she had lied so easily. I wasn't really sure why she had either.

    "It seems he wills require stiches. If you would please come with me I can get someone to do that for you."

    "Thank you so much doctor! I was so worried it would be broken."

    "Not a problem."

    The doctor left and Ashley continued to stare blankly at my arm. Before I could ask why she would lie another doctor walked in and had taken me away. After I had gotten my stiches I met Ashley outside she was leaning against the jeep with a stern look on her face. We got in the car and started on our way home.

    Before I could ask her why she lied she said, "I have some urgent business I need to attend to. I'll be home around dinner tonight, I'll bring some Chinese. You can tell me what really happened then."

                "Ok I guess," I said, forgetting my place was trashed, "why did you lie to the doctor." Was that really necessary?"

                "He didn't need to know what really happened, and I had a feeling you would have lied anyway."

                I got out of the car and she sped off. Walking back into my apartment I notices it had started to smell. The blood stains from the boar had disappeared with its ashes, but my blood was still covering the room. The time was now 2pm, if she was going to be back by dinner I would have to start cleaning. It was more difficult with one arm than I would have imagined. I wasn't the handiest guy around so to fix the door I got out a roll of duct tape; of course it was only a temporary fix. The apartment looked clean enough by the time it was 5, and the open window ad wafted away most of the smell. I collapsed onto my duct taped couch to relax; it would be a couple more hours until Ashley came with dinner. Just as I started to drift off there was a knock at the door.

                I got up to let Ashley in, "Hey you are early aren't you? And you do know you don't have to knock…"

                When I opened the door though, it wasn't Ashley standing in front of me. It was a shorter girl who looked a year younger than I was. She was small, but not scrawny; she also had long dark red hair that was braided to the side so it rested on her chest. She had big shinning green eyes, and just under them freckles were lightly sprinkled over her pale skin. Her ears stuck out of her hair just like mine.

    "Well if I would have just barged into a stranger's house that wouldn't be very polite of me!" she stated proudly as she pranced in.

    "Um, I'm sorry, but just who are you?!"

    "Oh oops there we go again not introducing ourselves!" she chuckled as she plopped down on the sofa; laying her head back as she closed her eyes. She looked way to at home.

    "We?"

    "Yeah! My name is Alvara Ardhoniel Mutig. But just call me Ally and that's…. Oh where did he go?" Springing up she sprinted to the open door; where I was still standing shell shocked. "Ha-ha hurry up Jerry!" she yelled down the hall.

    "Jerry?"

    "Just Jerry." A deep voice rumbled from a monster of a man, whose feet pounded as he shuffled into the room; ducking his under the 8ft high ceiling as he went.

    Ally started too rummaged through my fridge filling her arms with all she could carry. Looking up with her mouth already stuffed. She muffled, "you don't mind do you I'm starving!"

    "Do you guys mind telling me who you are?" annoyance was oozing off every word as I said it.

    "Oh, I'm sorry did Ashley not tell you we would be stopping…? Wait! I just remembered she told me to tell you she got held up with some stuff and that we were supposed to watch after you until she got back."

    "Hmph." Jerry grunted and nodded.

    "What stuff? I don't need you to look after me! I can look after myself perfectly fine thank you!" Before I could argue anymore she started to sniff around the room.

    "Tell me was it a demon like creature? Probably look like a… hmmm… over grown boar?"

    "What the hell…? How did you…?"

    "They have a very unique smell."  Jerry mumbled.

    "Just who the hell are you people?"

    "Well I am an elf warrior goddess!" Ally said proudly; Jerry growled at her. "Okay maybe not the goddess part… Jerry here is a warlock!"

    "HA! Like I could ever believe that! You guys are insane! I think you need to leave."

    "Alright, come on Jerry. Night."

    They both got up and left without any argument. Ally left a card on the floor by my door. It had no number, just an address. The address seemed strangely familiar like it belonged to a distant memory. Shaking off the déjà vu I plopped back down on the couch. A growling arose from my stomach; I realized how hungry I was it was nearly 1 in the morning. I moved to the bedroom deciding to forget dinner. As I lay in the dark I contemplated whether I was ready for this type of adventure; I knew I had asked for it but in the moment before my death, when my life flashed before my eyes, I felt this adrenaline screaming at me to live, to survive. 

 

  *trying to write a story please tell me what you think  

  As I woke up I could tell the day was going to be like no other. The electricity in the air told me that the fates were brewing up some kind of adventure for me; maybe even one that would cut the strand that is my life line, but knowing those evil witches they would not satisfy my death wish. The mess that was my room showed no signs of being any different than any other day. A rustling stirred under a pile of dirty laundry. All of a sudden a dark shadow came flying at me, pouncing like a ferocious beast! Too bad the beast was only my crazy cat, Chester. Chester and I had a lot in common. We both have jet black hair, crazy golden eyes, and look scraggly and a bit deprived and uncared for. Unlike him I don't have a crooked tail. We both have pointy ears though that jut out from our jagged faces. Neither of us have a real family, just each other in this small apartment. My mother died a couple of years ago; but it didn't matter anyway, she wasn't all there really. She was always telling me insane stories about my father and secret societies. She was sent to a hospital soon after she tried to set our house on fire, shouting they are going to find us! I never knew my father, I never really cared to meet him either, I just wasn't interested.

    A hard ponding echoed through the tiny apartment's walls, and a harsh voice that shook the furniture soon followed shouting, "Jeremy if I don't get this month's rent by tonight you will be out on the streets in the morning! This is my final warning!"  

                I didn't reply, the amount of times I had heard that threat! I decided I was just going to ignore it again like all the others. He would get the money when I had it. I couldn't help it that I was broke. Nobody wanted to hire a scrubby, uneducated, freak excuse of a human. Job hunting sure was tiring so I also had to take lots of breaks. I thought I would take a short one after waking up so I could eat and prepare myself for the long day of rejection I had in front of me. Then another pounding was banging against my door.

                "I will pay you when I have the money! God! It's not even 8 yet calm down!" I shouted back at the closed door.

                The pounding had seemed to stop for a second or too. A sigh of relief escaped my lips; but as it did the door came crashing in. Running towards me at full speed was an over grown boar. I hit the ground hard after it sprang up at me.  The wind was knocked out of me as it stood atop me, snarling and drooling. It wasn't a particularly smart boar, by its droopy expression I could tell it was unsure what to do next. I tried to push it off while I had the chance. This had only enraged the beast for it started to snap and gnash its teeth at me. With my arm blocking my face, it was in the boar's direct line of attack. My blood poured onto the arm and as I finally managed to push the boar off I could see it licking away my blood from its stained teeth. I got up managing to scramble away into the kitchen searching my drawers for a knife. As I was pulling out a long bread knife the beast stood on its hind legs, it was about 5 ft. tall. A strange noise escaped its lips that I could have almost mistaken for a chuckle. It took two staggering steps forward before it leaped onto my table and took one last dive at me. I knew this would be the final blow; one of us would not survive. I had not planned on it being me, especially not with this much excitement in the morning! I prepared myself for impact as much as I could with one arm being bloody and limp at my side. As the boar fell upon me I thrust the knife through his chest.  As I lay on the ground with its body on top of me, it breathed out one final ghastly breath which smelt of death and mold. Exhausted, I lay there for a few minutes, forgetting that my door was busted in and my neighbour would have a heart attack if she saw me. I propped my door up against the frame trying to make it look as normal as possible, hoping no one would question it. Turning around I noticed blood stains everywhere and most of the furniture was destroyed. The biggest problem of all though was probably the huge boar carcass lying in the middle of my kitchen. I started to come up with inventive ideas of what I could have used it for. My top three ideas were: to stuff it and make a lamp post out of it, make a rug, or to sell it on the black market. All ideas sounded like noteworthy solutions. Before I could even make a plan, the boar started to turn to ash before my eyes. The ash was then swooped up by a gust of wind and carried out the opened window. With all of the adrenaline and excitement I had totally forgotten about my arm, but to remind me it sent shooting, fiery pains up it.

Running up beside the road.
Up and down and over and through,
Every obstacle that stands in my way,
Quickly fading behind.
Blurs of straight, tall trees,
On the right and on the left.
Jumping, flying over rocks.
Bounding, falling down steep hills.
Trudging, plodding through thick mud.
Small bushes flash past my feet.
Overhead animals join me,
We are running up beside the road.
Up and down and over and free.

The days seem long,
I feel like my life is an old blues song.
I go through my day,
With work and chores and absolutely no play.
The night creeps up and I am restless,
I lay in bed thinking, this boring day seems so endless.
The room starts to have this eerie feel,
I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of someone's heal.
When I run peek through the door my hallway is gone!
And I am standing in the middle of the amazon!
How I got here, I do not know,
But there in front of me stands a boy painted green from head to toe.
He dances and runs in front, calling me along,
While singing a mystical song.
The song tells of adventures and tales,
Of dragons and mermaids and ships with great sails.
We run and run through the forest with ease,
We are flying like we are one with the breeze.
My alarm screeches and ripped me out of my dream,
Back to another tiresome day, I think as I stirred in the coffee cream.
After a long day of school and track,
I collapse on the couch as soon as I get back.
As I dose off the room disappears;
When the objects around me come into view;
There are only eyes looking back at me, they make me quite delirious,
They are pure gold and very devious.
It is the boy again, staring at me, from the night before,
He was the spirit of my adventure, so I follow him once more.
He takes me to the forest once again; I can hardly to see what kind of excitement unravels,
The forest is drooling with adventure as we continue on our travels.
I wish I could stay here forever,
I always have the greatest endeavours.
When i wake, everything is so plain,
The bright night surrounds me once again.
And during the day I dream about what the real world lacks.