Snatch

I feel myself spat out into some filthy pond.
Never before had I seen water like this. How am I supposed to breathe?

The top, covered by ice. My fingertips trace the air bubbles trapped between the water and the freedom above.

One of the giants cracks a hole through the surface. Thank you giant.

My arms drag me over the ice and up the sandy floor away from the scum.
The sun hits my bare back and as I throw my head back to soak it in...snatch.

Up
up
up.

Higher and higher. What do I look like, a worm?

The claws squeeze tight around my waste and I feel the life being forced from me, but I appreciate the warmth of the provided blanket.

Over the mountains with homes inside. It sets us on a rail. I look up and there's Phoebe Kules looking right at me. She can't be. Her eyes are locked in a gaze. This can't happen.

Snatch.

And off into the air we begin again.

Swish

Ding.
Swish.
The elevator doors open.

I hope no one walks in.

Then walks in Corbie MacIntyre. He looks down at my body motionless on the floor of the elevator. He steps over it.

Swish. The doors close. He presses 5.
Ding. The doors open. He steps over me and says "There goes another crow."

I raise myself to the floor buttons and press B for basement with a sporadic move of my hand.
Swish. The doors close.
Ding. The doors open. The basement is flooded from all of the rain that has enveloped our city. I would normally be worried, but now as the doors swish open, my transformation is complete.

Swish.
I swim through the water and climb to the window on the wall with my arms. The sky throwing rain at the streets makes it impossible to see clearly two feet ahead of where I am. No one is around...I think.
I dive into the water swishing down the side of the street.

I need to make it to that pond.

I thrust, I swim, I lash.

Down into the manhole I go.

Hydrogen

The rain finally stopped for one second.
Leaving would be a risk, but I needed those salt tablets.
I needed those salt tablets so bad.
My time and supply was running out, besides its only a minute away to the drugstore.
But the risk, so large.
Everyday it haunts me.
Maybe I should just go, for the risk of not leaving is greater.

Out the door headed for the elevator, with my poncho in hand for comfort, I held my breath.
I'm not sure how this helped, but it did.
In the elevator I could see a leak in the ceiling board. I pressed my body against the wall. It was too close.

Much too close.
I couldn't breath.

Ding. Finally.
Almost outside.

I walked quickly towards the front door. Time was being wasted. I was wasting time. The rain would soon come.
 My steps launched me forward, my legs numb as usual. As I reached for the handle, in came Ms. Pigg. Practically thrusting herself everywhere with the wet from the outdoors, she barged into the building. The slow motion of the rain flinging off her body paralyzed me in my place.

I ran.

It found me.

I looked down just in time to see the drop entering the pores on my hand before my vision turned a cloudy blue.

The elevator doors stayed opened knowing of what would happened next. I met the ground with a silent thud. Twisting and curling in my place, screaming in agony, the elevator doors slowly closed behind me.

First Drops

     It was a dark and stormy night...

I could hear it slamming on my roof top. It was trying hard to break through. I could see it cutting through my window. It was trying hard to get in. No matter where I was, it would find me.

I closed my eyes. Maybe once I reopened them, it would be gone.
I opened my eyes. Instead, it had grown outside my window, slowly lurking outside my room.
It wants me, but I do not want it.
They need it, but not I.

I need an umbrella for my life.