Behold Anew!

    Swoosh. As the ball went in so did Donald to the floor; "aaaah!" Pink hadn't the faintest clue what was going on. Only the stranger could be causing these tremors. This guy was no insect but he's the only thing that could be hurting Donald in such a way. She checked on Don, "Don what's wrong?"

"It's this guy! I told you, we are never leaving," he screamed, then swoosh... Another point for the stranger and again Donald screams in pain, even slamming his head to the floor.

"Get off him freak," Pink runs after the stranger hoping to stop whatever hold he had on Donald. Though, when she tried to tackle him, he maneuvered in a spin. Pink misses completely. The stranger uses this opportunity to swoosh another perfect shot. Pink checks on Donald anew and she witnesses Donald rise into the air, four feet high and being slammed into the floor causing him to cough blood and a bloody nose. "Damn it, stop," pleaded Pink. He continues his annoying game. "Don't worry kid, I'll stop him!" The stranger seemed swifter. Literally, a 12 year old playing against a great. It's impossible. He bounces the ball under his leg and gains distance between the two. The stranger lands another shot, making Donald vomit blood onto his palm and floor. Donald was fatigued and fell over, unconscious. I'm just wasting time. I was wrong. He's a good player. He's been playing around. He could end us whenever he likes, huh. Pink ran back to Donald, "come on kid, I'll carry you." She tried to lift him but Donald was far too heavy. She put his arm over her neck letting his feet drag. They fell to the floor. She prompted towards his legs and begun to drag him but she didn't travel any further before the stranger; swoosh... Donald woke and jetted for his left foot and screams! Don scurries his shoe and sock and reveals his broken toes. Pink was disgusted. "Leave me," he tells her, "He's going to punish you," he cried.

"Shut up!" Pink continued to drag him for their entrance but, swoosh. Another perfect shot. Donald turned quiet. Pink looks at him and his face, teeth and tongue were covered in his blood. His freckles more red, "Im'a get you outta here kid." Pink started to cry. Then I saw who's hands bounced the ball of death. They were bony fingers. The stranger, like the rest of these freaks, was not human. I can't make out his face. He turned to them and dribbled his ball when in last second, the bony-hands, leaped into the air and made a slam dunk above us. Donald, like a zombie coming from the grave let out a shriek in pain and becomes unconscious, his head falling backwards. Blood drools from his mouth, nose and right eye. All while bony-hands dribbled, making more shots, as Pink dragged Donald. "Stop it," Pink prayed.

But he did not. He dribbled on. Don's body convulses and convulses. Donald's body would break and repair with only more and more blood until they reached the trophy room. Pink wouldn't believe what bone hands had done. "Donald," Pink cried. "It's gonna be another open-casket." Pink looked for bony-hands but didn't see anyone in the gym. She looks out the trophy room and puddles of Mr. Richardsons limbs, and blood were throughout the courtyard. Even heads lodged in feet. Horror to horror. Almost completely forgetting Donald. She stares at his motionless fate.

Horrendous. Nature's the devil. My curse? Nature takes whom I love. My fault Donald became twisted? He warned me multiple times. He needed to complete some test, but I thought he was just being held hostage. I did the right thing... They would've kept hurting him if I didn't do anything. Poor Donald. It is my fault he's bloodied up. Is he dead? I've never seen a dead body up-close. I just couldn't see Bobbi. It was too painful. I don't think Bobbi bled this much.

Donald had grit his teeth. "Your alive," Pink grinned. He was slow, "Pink?" It seemed he didn't need help getting up.

I ain't gonna lie. Watching Donald get up pisses me off. Is this nature laughing at me? Showing me my brother was weak? Oh. These thoughts are awful. Pink goes over and tries what she can to help him gain his balance.

"My right foot hurts," he winced.

"Not your left?" They chuckle. "We'll survive."

"You won't," depressed.

"I told you-"

"I know. But adventurers die all the time."

"Your not worthy for this secret."

"What secret?"

"Ridiculous. Sad to the adventurer title. You'll figure it out once you embody it. He focused on her nose and he, his bloody eye. He looks better beat-up.

"You might survive if you leave me."

"Why can't you just leave with me."

"I can't. I'm bound here."

"Like a ghost," she laughed.

"Like that," he spat a gunk of blood and flesh.

"Don't think just cuz your almost dead I won't give you the final blow," Pink mocked him.

"Just go."

"Didn't you say you've died before?"

"Yea."

"Was that mean?"

"I'm bound. We're all cursed somehow. And if you die here, you'll become one of us." It was quiet after that. He held his stomach. "It's over anyway, I think I'm dying again." He sat against the wall.

"I can't fail again," Pink muttered.

"Whats that?"

"Your giving up? How dare you. Fight for your life Donald!"

"It's not that easy." Pink grabs his shirt.

"Well, I'm here now. Come with me. Get out of hell. There is no way a spirit is gonna stop us kid." She gripped his shirt tighter and found hope in Donald's eyes. His light would soon dim. He had swat Pink's grasp. "I don't think we'll survive."

"Stop telling me what to do! I'll take you hostage bye force." Donald showed a face of annoyance. "Not much different than your day-today, huh." Pink was proud of her statement.

Donald coughed, "I can't go yet."

"I freestyle'd that motivational speech and your gonna tell me you can't go," she scolded.

"It's worth staying for my bike."

"I thought all you did was study."

"I do. But during my blue moons," he coughed, "during my blue moons-"

"Look, kid you don't need to be such a stove-up." Donald was confused.

"It's a Maniuh term."

"I have to tell you. Your just going to get more stupid and get killed. You should know my dream."

"To make your fake-parents happy or whatever."

"No. To make my bike."

"You wanna build bikes?"

"I don't know. I just wanna make one for me. When I get the time, I go to the wooden workshop and build. My next session is..." he pondered, "409th."

"Why is it taking you so long?"

"This place wants me to study until I die. And then again. Sometimes I get a break for about five minutes. Pink if you stay. We're going to die. And if your not going to leave me alone you can help me finish my bike."

"Thats a real dream. I'll help."

"You might die if you keep getting more stupid."

"Tell me what to do one more time, I'll kill you. Wheres the shop?"

***

    Through the courtyard of death, Donald led our bloody soles into the workshop. Located between the 400's and the gym against a side wall that connected the entire school.

It's what you'd expect. Full of wood and a perfect place to find weapons against spirits. Donald runs overs to a wooden table and pulls something large from underneath. He pulls it flat and has it stand upright. A bike. Made entirely of wood, even the wheels. I mean, what the hell? "How long have you been working on it?" Donald parked it and looked through his drawers.

"Today is day 409. It should be my last session with your help. Thanks for being nice. I just need to find some rope."

"That's it?"

"That's all." Donald finds rope. His cheeks turn red. "But all I need is to twist these threads, and attach it to my bike as a chain. Maybe another seven sessions if you weren't helping me."

"That ain't gonna work."

"How will you know?"

Pink shrugged. He handed her the rope. "Here. Do you know how to tie it?"

"No." Donald showed her. Take this thread, turn it clockwise then over again then repeat. See." He showed her again and again.

"Got it."

"Yea! Good job," Donald almost became irritated.

"Whats with the face?"

"I didn't think I would ever get help. I kinda wanted to finish it myself, you know. Thanks," he smiled. "Also, your pretty good at this."

"That is the nicest thing you've said Donald," she stared into his eyes.

Bam! Crash, bu-duh! Tables and benches were they heard were torn apart and being thrown. They stopped what they were doing. "They're here," he said. Donald began to put away his instruments. "Stop," said Pink.

"What? They're already here. If they see it, they'll break it. I can't let that happen. I been working on this dream for too long."

"Shut up Don," she grabbed a saw that lauded her height. She reviewed her saw. "Finish that bike," Don stared at her.

"They'll kill you." She went over and punched his head again.

"I told you dammit! Adventurers never die!"

"Can you stop hitting me!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Shatter! Large pinchers breakthrough the workshops window!

"Pink!" She runs for the pinchers, "shut up and finish your bike!" She started to hack the pinchers with her saw as Donald hurriedly threaded his rope. Ch! Ch! Slish! The beetles left pincher was unnaturally hacked off. Green blood splatters onto Pink. The rest of the pinchers retreated, "how many bugs are here?"

"I haven't met them all," said Donald; Baboom! A massive caterpillar crashes into the workshop from a wall with giant mandibles. Pink stares at her saw and felt it wouldn't be enough. Donald screams, "run, Pink! It's giant!" Pink looks around the rubble and finds another sharp object and held a dual-wield. The caterpillar crawls after Donald. He was still threading rope. It's mandibles opening wide! "I said don't tell me what to do," she stabs the caterpillars head before it reached Donald, through one of its eyes. "Finish your bike!" The worm came after Pink, but sees their door being barged into by sets of Mr. Richardsons feet. The worm came fast and bites her saw and snaps it, and with her hand drill; she drills into the beasts side mandible causing it to revert painfully.

    Donald coughs blood and falls to the wooden floor. Blood began to seep into the room from the crowded front door. Then another worm crashes through Mr. Richardsons and into the room, "keep going Donald!" The ceiling was beginning to give. Donald was weak, "Pink. There's two of them." Pink runs straight for the wounded caterpillar.

"I didn't think it could get this crazy."

"I told you already." The caterpillar charges for Pink! It's broken mandible chewing the air from the pain as it charged. She sees an opening in its mouth parts. "Adventurers never die." As it came close she used her broken saw to stab its face right in the middle, but its ginormous force throws her to the other side over wooden tables as it moves arbitrarily. Voom! The second caterpillar worms pass Pink, damn, and aims for Donald's weak body. Pink didn't know what to do. It was going too fast. Boom! The wounded caterpillar breaks the ceiling, causing debris to fall on top of the healthy worm. The injured worm falls and lands on top of the killed caterpillar. Dust covers the room. Pink coughed and called for Donald, "Don-" she coughs, "Donald!"

"Yea," she heard through the mist.

"You alright?"

"Yea, I'm almost done threading." Pink stood up, and almost fell to the ground. There were splinters all up her good leg, she would need to walk if she were to continue their battle. Would I have been okay if I din't land on this table? I almost lost Donald there and he hasn't achieved his dream. He's being tortured here. They're keeping him away from his wants. He's not happy. Donald hates this life. But I'm here now and I won't let them take away his needs. No matter the nature. "Not like Bobbi," she screamed.

"Who's Bobbi," called Donald.

"Finish your bike." I'm up now. I'm tired. There's walking from the entrance. More Mr. Richardsons? The beast took my saw. I'm gonna need another weapon. Damn, my vision's getting blurry. Oh, wait. Pink wipes her face. Just blood. Through the mist outside she could see the shadow of another caterpillar moving outside.

"I just need to attach the rope to my bike Pink!" He was so excited. "Good," Pink says to herself. "You finish that bike," she limps across the room where a cabinet was now sideways and inside were power and hand tools. She goes in and picks out two power handsaws. A good thing this was a middle school workshop. They were all her size. Pink limped to the front of the wooden shop. 

    Donald couldn't see but he heard the blood swishing back and forth with the sounds of swinging blades. Before Pink had exited the shop, she saw Donald's so-called mother crawl into the room. She followed slow. "Don," she was frail. She saw Don with a hammer raised over his bike and the mother consulting his ear. "Don."

"What!" He looked at her with murderous intent. Lights flickered in the dramatic room. The bug chipped and chirped and vibrated her legs violently as Pink got closer.

"You can understand it?"

Donald took notice of her leg, "Pink," he was worried.

"Fascinating. I feel this was a gift from nature to grant me the gift to her secrets." More chip-chirps came from the beetle and Donald rose the hammer ever so higher at his bike.

"What are you doing?" He was sweating. "They tell you to destroy your bike?"

"They'll let you go Pink," his eyes watered once more. "They'll let you go if I destroy your bike!"

"What did you say you bastard," Pink diverted to the bug, she raised her saw.

"Stop Pink! Please. She's still my mother," he cried. Pink was disappointed.

Pink raised her saw to her neck. 'What are you doing," cried Donald.

"You want me to die Donald?"

"Your stupid!"

"Your stupider! I'll gladly give my life to hell if it meant I could somehow stop you from destroying your dream! Don't be a runt. A mother wouldn't wish perish on their child." Pink sawed the head of the mother, Donald was in disbelief and cried in his hands. "If my information is correct, she'll come back."

"You don't care about how I feel?"

"I care about what you want. Not who you wanna please. We're adventurers. We discover, then bury our treasure. Finish your bike."

"They're going to kill you."

"If you tell me what to do one more time, I'm going to break all your bones and you won't ever touch another bike again." She limped back into the battlefield.

"Your leg, Pink."

She turned back and looked glorious, "I was in worst shape when I killed my brother." And she continued on, leaving an ever more confused Donald. Why did I tell him that. Am I going to die? This place felt like walking in the North Woods. I wish I never came here. But I would do it all over again for Tom. The area was nice. Minus bony-hands, squads of Mr. Richardsons, and another worm. Just great. Bony-hands pointed at me, and they all charged. "This is for my leg!" She limped into battle outside where she faced the demons.

An odd ball came from the sky with amazing speeds. Pink calculated this thing would reach the ground first. Before the force of jumps of Mr. Richardsons, before the worms crawl, or Principal King Ladybugs flight passing. Before everything else. It's shape kept changing. Too fast to see what was actually falling? A meteor? Can't be a plane. Then it began to emit a blue-light. A horrendous beauty. Sin that came from the sky. Evolution has given me permission to butcher whatever comes from the heavens! How dare it mimic my mother's sapphire anklet. This was my birthday gift. I must slay it. Even if there's a chance this thing is what took my mother during birth. This is her light and I'm going to lift her spirit! I know she loved me. I never needed to actually meet her or even see any pictures. I am her and she is I. She granted me life. And as swift as I killed her. I will swiftly use my saw to kill the Mr. Richardson that came from heaven which steals my mothers aura that transforms into a caterpillar, then into a cocoon, then a butterfly, then to a Mr. Richardson again and my saw cuts into its fake blue. Killing him.

"Donald," she called. For some reason none of the enemies would attack. Not until bony-hands, as he stood in the middle of this chaos; rose it's head and shaft phalanges then points at Pink. The chirps, the buzzes and chirps all became larger. And they all charged. Sets of Mr. Richardsons. Another caterpillar, some snails and Principal King. The Mr. Richardson's were pathetic, Pink thought. They couldn't wait to spill blood. You could tell as they tried their hardest to get Pink but they were just landing on each other, kicking their legs through their chests. One got close but quickly became incapable as a Mr Richardson rammed his foot into the outer ear. Busy with limbs lodged into their bodies, two more came from behind them thirsty for Pinks saw. He leaped for Pink and Pink had cut him down to his foot with her saw, but his force still put Pink to the floor. The splinters in her leg began to spread. If the other Richardson weren't attacked by his own, Pink was sure she wouldn't have survived with a gimp leg. She recovered and limped towards the Richardson who got stuck in the outer ear of another. She saws him down. Nature's a bitch. She looks at the worn down workshop, and notices humans crawling, dragging their giant snail shells. They left a trail of slime and blood as they dragged their human top-half skin. Blood came from the cracks of their skin. It looked like a rubber band showering in hemoglobin. "How long until you finish your bike," she asked Donald.

"Two minutes!"

"Glad I met ya' kid." And off she went to battle.

April eighteenth, of two-thousand nine, Pink Campo enters the haunted school who prey on the unworthy. With two saws and a mallet she found in the battlefield Pink embarks in her pinnacle moment and kills the snail-man's top half completely off, whom crawled on the side of the room. She knocked on its shell and felt intrigued by its density and sought for their usage. The horde, well on the way; though slow, because of the Mr. Richardsons and feral cannibalistic spirits. As though, the variety of prey enlightened their animal instinct. Waves of Mr. Richardsons naturally came up first with ferocious focus. Pink went for the wave but King Ladybug hurtled for Pink and pins her to the rubble. It lunged its tarantula hand for her neck but the smarter Pink rose her saw to cut its hand. She cuts it completely off, letting blood drool over her body. She swings again, almost at random but misses. King Ladybug flew backwards to mind his boundaries. She wipes the blood off her face.

    Pink crawls into the shell of the dead snail, she sees the organs the deceased snail was once connected too. Pink uses its slime to cover her splintered leg instead of putting time into picking each one off. The pain had lessen and she able to fixate on the battle. It was not too long before someone had knocked on the shell she was under and off it rolled. The shell didn't go to far when she faced the mesmerizing sky. A group of ladybug tarantulas flew and encircled the sky. She stared in awe and hoped they would just forget her but the situation was well-aware. It must have been a Mr. Richardson who thwarted her shell because it was he who began to climb into the shell. Pink saw his red face and tarantula hand. He must've transformed the same way Mr. Richardson was going through. But his was more thorough. He began to emit the same blue-glow the other had. Mr. Richardsons tarantula arm transformed into original stub wormed arm, but Pink shot her slow-running chainsaw through it's arm. Pink scurries out the shell as it rolled once more , and she finished off the Mr. Richardson with her saw through its odd abdomen. Pink was on her knees as she looked around for another weapon. Her saw was full of gunk. A horde of Richardsons coming fast. Some in the air and some beginning to lunge. Her leg grew weaker but she still stood. Another tarantula ladybug coming from the sky but it was eaten by a giant caterpillar and down the caterpillar came on Pink! Mr. Richardson misses her face and Pink saws down his knees. And another she saws diagonally from the shoulder to its non-existent hip as it lands by her. But on her left side a Mr. Richardson kicks Pink and flies backwards, saved by the slime of snail-man. Then the caterpillar lands on the Mr. Richardsons, splashing on a blood pool. Pink only held one chainsaw now, unch! The snail man goes down and sinks its teeth into Pinks trapezius. Pink screams! She tried to leave but the pain was painful. The caterpillar centralizes on Pink. It felt like what a razor would feel on the skin. Only the razor. No facial cream. A set of blades stabbing into the skin then scraping the teeth then the teeth latch on again. Pink sees another barrage of spirits gaining closer. As the teeth lift her skin, she breaks free and saws the snail mans belly. The saw had almost got stuck, thankfully, it follows through and gushes blood onto the floor, offing it. She falls forward, missing the caterpillars strike. Pink crawls backwards, to head back into the warehouse. There is so much pain.

"Member to never waste time Donald," she cried. The caterpillar raises its head and marks Pink. Pink gets up again with Mr. Richardsons, ladybug tarantulas and snail-men marching like the army.

"Pink," yelled Donald. "I'm almost done attaching the rope!"

"Good," Pink said to herself. "Your aspirations come from the soul and their screaming to come out!" She stared at the forces, "I don't care." Pink gained speed. Ignoring her pain. A metamorphic Mr. Richardson fly's at Pink but she saws it straight through its head. "Remember! These freaks don't tell you what to do!" A Mr. Richardson kicks her chest to the floor to the middle of the courtyard. He pins her with his heavy leg, but Pink tanks the leg off with her saw that stopped working. The giant caterpillar crawled up to her legs, unch! "Damn!" Tears ran through her face. She was being eaten alive... A beetle, the same size as her, emerald in color, stabs its pincer into Pinks stomach area. "Damn," she coughed up blood. The caterpillar now up to her left knee, "aah," Pink covered her mouth. She didn't want to worry Donald. A ladybug tarantula began to devour the beetle stopping its pincher attack on Pink. But her stomach already bleeding out. She picks up her body and starts to hack the caterpillars head but it lunged for her saw arm and starts to devour it, putting its weight on her right side. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She cried! She jerked and she screamed in a pain she could never endure. The ladybug tarantula left Mr. Richardson and tried to pull me off the caterpillar bu the caterpillar had dropped me and devoured the ladybug tarantula. Pink feels it was the principal. Good, she thought. A group of ladybug tarantulas started to pick her up and fight over her body. She was thrown and covered in dust and blood and back to the floor. Pink became a rag doll. They couldn't decide who wanted to eat her so they fought each other. An endless bath of cannibalism. She tried to move on her own with only her leg and arm."Pink!" Pink didn't hear Donald's scream. "Pink," he called, this time Pink lifts her bloody eyes. "What does that runt want... Oh. He finished his bike." An eternity of spirits imminently on their way, idiot, she thought.

Snap! Donald rides from the destroyed room and only travels passed the first rick when the wooden wheel snapped and falls face first. "A disappointment," Pink told herself. "I regret ever thinking you were cute." Donald cries in his palms.

It's happening, huh. Now? It can't wait till morning. I don't even know where the masters are, why did that idiot come out? Is Tom okay? This is all because of those jerks. But... If it weren't for me Tom may never have another roach. Because of me he gets to bask in the sun. I'm glad to be his sacrificial lamb. I love you Tom.

Donald hadn't noticed Pink. He began to see if he could repair his bike. Pink turned her head backwards. She sees bony-hands sitting on a bench watching his fire. A snail-man came over Pinks face, blinding her and a Mr. Richardson slams her body violently. Her thoughts like her Black.

    Is this my life flashing before me? It looks different... I died.

***

    Pink and Bobbis parents lay in bed with each other kissing and cuddling. They look into their souls within their mirrors. "What would I ever do without you, Loretta?" Ash

"Give my children up," she jokes. Asher gasps. He was happier. His beard was gone but he still had his mustache. His wife, Loretta, beautiful. An older Pink. Long black hair, eyes the size of moons and a smile brighter then any explosion.

"You devil," he flirts and tickles her in bed. Slam!

"Mom! Dad," calls a very young Pink. The parents continue to kiss in their spell of love. Pink stares at them, "ew," she says. Loretta darts at her. "Quiet, will you."

"Get a room," Pinks sassy. Loretta rolls her eyes and Asher is smitten by Lorettas aura. "Asher!"

"What, honey," plays dumb. Loretta is not pleased. "Oh, alright." He turns to Pink. "Good morning, my darling; however may I serve you in these fine hours." He bows his head dramatically. Loretta laughs. Pink ponders, mmmmm?

"I want apple pancakes. Cake. Orange soda. Grape soda. Apple soda. One piece of lettuce and chicken," she says eloquently.

Asher indulges, "oh yes, my love that and ever more. May I fetch your keys to your unicorn?" Pink laughs and bubbles saliva behind her lower lip, "yes," she chuckles.

"May I fetch your carriage and Prince as well?"

"Yes," she chuckles again. Asher grabs Pink and begins to tickle her, "but you will not have orange or grape, or apple, or any soda, or cake." Pink was cackling louder than ever. "But you will have apple pancakes, orange juice, and syrup!" Loretta was in love with the scene. 

"Okay," Pink laughed on; "okay, okay; stop!" Asher puts Pink over his shoulders. "Wanna watch me cook?"

"Yea," Pink chuckled. As they left Loretta never faltered her sight. "Wait dad?"

"Darling?"

"You didn't say anything about lettuce."

"No lettuce today, my dear."

"Yay!"

"Yay," agreed her father. Loretta was left alone. She started to stretch  and got ready to head downstairs. She threw on a cloudy blue gown and white slippers and walked out her room. 

"Pink," her mother called.

"Go," said her dad. "Listen to your mom."

"I know dad," she sassed. Pink met her mother in the living room.

"Yes?"

"It's your first day of middle school, are you excited?" Pink shrugged.

"Ohhh." She levels with Pink.

"What's wrong?" Pink shrugs again. 

"What's going on," asked Asher.

"Hey," she was harsh. "Its mother and daughter time." Asher looked down and had shut up. "Are there mean kids?"

Pink looks at her mother. She shakes her head.

"Hmm," Loretta looked to the ceiling and thought with a finger to her bottom lip. "Is it a boy." Pink was reluctant but finally shook her head. Loretta squints, "aah," as if everything became clear. "Whats his name," she whispered. 

"Its not a boy."

"What was that," Asher interjected.

"Stay out of this!" Asher did as he was told. "Don't embarrass me Pink. I'm very lucky to say I am the mother of an extraordinary queen. Queen Pink Campo. The freest, most fairest of them all. The only one. In life you need to put your mind first. Condition the body. Take control of the mind. You needn't to chase men. They will look for you. There is no reason to be nervous my queen. Your gift is kindness. Being beautiful is to be yourself and you do great every single day. You were so amazing back when you doo-doo your diapers," Pink laughed at her comment. "When you first spoke at 14 moths and now. You've been you for so long and I hope it will only continue because you have my hand for whatever the event. I love you my Pink," Loretta teared up. 

"Why are you crying mom?"

"Because you are so beautiful. I didn't know something so perfect could ever come into my life." Pink pursed her lips and and ha dot hug her mother to not explode her tears. As for Loretta, her forehead and nose were turning red and water ran down her cheeks. Asher checked on them and was extremely nervous. 

"Are we okay my darlings?" Loretta chuckles and smiles and their hug stayed true.

***

    Donald washes her face with the snails mucus then drys her head with his dirty shirt. But. She could not move. I'm a star. But damn does my stomach hurt. Pink used her final strength to view her tattered body and it bulged unnaturally. Something was growing inside her. She laid on Donalds thigh. "I wish I helped you finish that bike... Kid," she was lethargic. Donald continued to cry. Odd. The sun was still out. Even now things just keep getting weirder.

"It broke," he cried. "I can't even fix it!" Pink smiled at his stupidity.

"What's with the crying?"

"Your, you- your-"

"I already told you."

"You said adventurers don't die." Donald cried louder than ever. Are my ears about to bleed? Did I not go through enough, Pink was thinking. Damn. I'm so thirsty. I can't talk. Can I? I hate how Donald couldn't even say it right. It's a secret and he still can't get it right. My eyes can barely stay open. I can't even imagine how much strength I need to lift my arm. Much less. One arm. Is what it is? Now I know what it means to be hungry enough to eat all the horses. Pink tried to chuckle but instead coughed more blood. I'm sure that freaked Donald. I feel him shaking my body. He's killing me. This is actually too much for me. And from all the shaking I could actually catch how my body looked. Or... Whats left. A leg? Just a leg? This sucks. Blood everywhere. Cuts. And a baby in me. Wait, I think I can, I have to tell Donald-

"Never. Never Donald.” Donald watches Pink slump her dead body. He cried ever so louder! Bony-hands walks over to them. He looks at Pink with his face of void. "We want you to have it," this was the first time he spoke and it was soothing. "You deserve it." Donald was confused. Then he turned to Pink, "thanks for saving me Pink,” and snorted all over her chest. 

"I don't know what happened next but right now I'm in need of a worthy adventure! You got nothing to worry about. Ain't no way your big sisters gonna get lost here."

"Haahahahhahahahahhhahahahahhah," he laughed like his lungs were going to explode! "Please," he continued "I've been here longer than you. Let's go back to the forest and play hide-and-seek?"

"I'd love that!"

Pink and Bobbi played hide-and-seek in the forest happily ever, ever...

***

    Machinery and a swinging bulldozer gather over the middle school, Green Plains. Demolition expert Kevin starred down the building in a star position. "I never seen you so joyful," said demolition expert Gabriel.

"Let's just do our job." She agreed with a nod.

"This the first time our high-reach arm had worked for this long. I'm surprised its not malfunctioning.”

"Forget the batteries?” They laughed together. 

"In nature nothing is perfect but everything is perfect." Kevin laughed alone.

"Are you trying to act cool?"

"No. I'm just happy to give good-people the land they deserve. We can build more homes or even a zoo here." He turned gloom. "We lost too many people here. Many more will feel relieved if this place were to be tore down."

"I heard. A girl went missing some weeks ago?"

Kevin didn't acknowledge her comment. "Lets take it down," he signaled her to back up and called into his walkie. Almost too good to be true, he thought. "Alright boys. Tear down stove-up." chhk. The high-reach arm whirred and began to tear it from the top down.

***

    Out from the schools complete rubble came a praying mantis, unscathed.