At last, it was as though I had opened the door to my freedom! Or actually, I had just done exactly that.

I pulled off my headphones and let them hang around my neck, and just as I did that, steel doors closed behind me, I could tell because of the eerie finality that was delivered with one final slam. It sealed off the exit, so I wouldn’t have guards coming out from where I just was. Plus, the sirens were muffled behind the door, and for that I was thankful. Maybe someone wouldn’t be aware that there was an escapee.

But wait, sure, it kind of occurred to me that there wouldn’t be this much security in an average situation. So I was left for a moment pondering if I had just broken loose from some sort of mental hospital. It was all really weird, and I wouldn’t exactly know any better. Robots for nurses though? That kind of technology just wasn’t invented yet. So while I couldn’t actually see the robots to prove my own theory wrong, I felt pretty sure that even if I had been trapped in some kind of mental hospital, I didn’t want to stay for the rest of my short ‘secondary’ life anyway.

Gosh, this was just like Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio, except well, I was blind and insane.

Oh well though, no use wasting time.

I dodged left and right, as I heard the people scampering around me. I imagined what they might’ve seen. A girl with brown hair, who even knew what color my eyes were, and an assumedly teal and speckled johnny, bare-footed as I ran through the street. Away from the hospital. Away from my prison.

It was all a blur, the senses, the tingling in my toes after I had crunched them against concrete and tile for too long. The wind in my lungs seemed to be a bit lacking, and when I felt I was clear, and the air started to taste clean, crisp, and good, I decided a brief break would not be the end of the world for me.

I hesitated before leaning against the glass of a building. I couldn’t tell much from it, because well, you get the “picture” but I could tell a lot from some of the very expensive perfume the people were wearing as they entered through the front, sliding door.

The clack of their shoes told me that even the men were well-off, and alternatively, executives. I imagined the building was designed with a similar prestige. Fancy windows -tinted, of course- high arching doorways, perhaps even pillars to hold up the vertically themed buildings that the robot nurse had told me was the theme of this well-off tier of the verse.

It was all a whirl. All the excitement, all the tragedy. I couldn’t help but to sigh after I caught my breath. The blood was pounding in my ears, and I could hear so much across the busy city. It was distracting. And I was getting better.

It wasn’t as though I had gained some superhuman or unnatural ability to tell where everything was. And no, I still couldn’t see for crap. But I was much more keen to my surroundings now, than I had started out at the beginning of my journey.

I could hear enough to get a feel for the layout. And by what the nurse had told me of the layout of Coruscant, I needed to get one level up in order to leave this mess of a place. Also, apparently in this crazy jungle of a city, there was not a whole lot of “floor” yeah, that was going to be a problem. But, there was one thing I could count on. Every big city had taxis. It was just a matter of getting one.

I raised my hand up, and whistled so loud that my ears rang numb for a few seconds afterwards. In front of this prestigious business building, I was sure to have ample opportunity, and running without knowing my way was not going to get me anywhere, but locked up again. I WAS still in the hospital johnny after-all.

I heard the zoom of a very well-tuned engine, and realized I was not in the era I had came from. I accepted this fact, more than ever, as a robotic taxi-cab driver rolled down what I imagined the window of his hover-car and asked, “Goin’ somewhere miss?”

I leapt at the chance, even if this guy could’ve been a serial murderer for all I knew. Robots, I didn’t really think had a good reason to kill anyone anyway. That’d be selfish, but I guess that kind of thing theoretically could be programed. Aside from that, if the robot didn’t have a penchant for blind girls in johnnies, I was safe enough. After all beggars can’t be choosers.

I requested the door be opened for me and aid to step inside. It sounded as though there was a steep descent below me. And while I couldn’t see how far the ground was below me, I wasn’t going to take the clumsy chance of me tripping. I was prone to that sort of thing. Blind or not.

Oh! I haven’t even introduced myself yet! And I’ve told you my story for how long? Oh well, I was going to introduce myself, well, NOT in a johnny, but whatever.

My name is Alicia. Alicia Cane. I lived a perfectly ordinary life before all this. I had a mom and a dad, and a little brother too. But now, I’ve been transported here, to the Omniverse. Apparently I’m a secondary. And apparently, I’ve gone blind. It’s one of those rare cases where I’m incurable. Doesn’t that just figure?

Anyway, as you can well see, I’m in the middle of something. Unfortunately I can’t and yeah, I’ll complain a little bit about it, I lost my vision, you didn’t. It does make me wonder though, how much can you actually see? Anyway, these are my memories you’re reading this from or whatever. I write a lot of books about my adventures in the Omniverse in my spare time. Helps me pass it, obviously. Now back to my Coruscant adventure, we’re wasting daylight!

The taxi cab driver, with the hover-car accommodated my wishes. He even offered me a blanket. That part I understood. I gladly accepted and told him my destination was the portal OUT of this verse. And the spinning hum of the engine began. Had my window not been cracked, I would’ve barely been able to tell we were moving. Technology at its finest, right? It wasn’t until the radio interrupted the broadcast of an apparent EDM station, when I got a little worried about my current, uh, situation.

“This is the Tier Two live news broadcast. There’s been an apparent breach in the Coruscant Tier Two Hospital, which specializes in aiding emergency affairs. The highly-funded hospital has had their security triggered by an escaped patient. Oor they’re testing a new system. It’s hard to tell from out here, and the building has gone haywire. We, at the Omniverse News Network will keep you posted.” A males voice cut-out and the electronic mix restarted on the robot cabby’s radio.

He -it, whatever- kept driving for some time. Maybe his visual processors didn’t recognize my attire? I had no idea what to think, and I supposed that even if robot-androids had expressions, they would only be useful to humans. I was thankful, and gave a sigh of relief. I had hoped, that there had been enough sighing for one day.

...

The portal. I requested to be lead exactly back to where I had been assumedly brought in on an ambulance or stretcher.

It was here that I requested that the taxi-driver-robot-dude be my guide. Because well, to my understanding, the Nexus was one large room with a whole lot of nothing. That kind of thing was a whole lot harder to navigate even if you weren’t sightless like myself. However the robot reluctantly declined. He said his taxi wouldn’t fit through the portal and it would be disabled even if it was. He muttered something about Omni-physics and then asked for his pay.

I found the strength to punch where I thought his chest was, and then leapt foolishly into where I had been told the portal existed. I dove through it, and then, sure enough, I had been delivered from the hell of Coruscant, and back to my original starting point.

Here it was. The clean, glassy, and infinite surface of the sky, the boundless light that spanned as if the sun were aglow by a giant star.

The Oververse.

Caira rejoiced and it showed in the dance of her quickening step. So this is what it all came down to, right? She found herself standing on a plume of cloud and her muscles seized in fear. She was still, undeniably afraid of heights. After a few serious tests, Caira announced her arrival by doing a huge jump off of the ground. She landed, and the cloud remained thick and sticky, while it leaked out a few wisps of white on her collision.

It was sturdy enough, she decided, and began her journey, targeting the giant golden city that beamed on the horizon.

What happens to his property (tangible purchases, and his secondaries)?

Alright, so I kinda want to test myself again.

After the Graveyard occured, Jupes is still sore a bit mentally, from all the shit he went through. So, of course, I'm gonna put him in a mock fight! Rules will be decided later, I suppose.

Who's interested? =D

To archive the best of the chatbox, starting with my various sig quotes:

Raal Deathwind: like, it's hard to do sneaky stuff when your eyes work as red glowing mood rings

Amber Veritz: @ Omni, I wanna be the Condom Fox

Yu Kanda: @ Smith, man...let me enjoy my own avi xD save your money...think about your wife
Smith: @ Yu Kanda, No.

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Kopaka marched sullenly through the underbrush, angrily swatting invasive vegetation out of his way with broad strokes of his Ice Sword. Normally the Toa may have shown a tad more deference for the sanctity of nature, but he had never been as much of a bleeding heart for trees and moss as Gali or Lewa had been. Ice and snow were inherently hostile to living things, however, and as things stood, Kopaka was feeling particularly cold.

It wasn't particularly difficult to locate Ambrosia as a whole; less perceptive beings may have not been able to spot the subtle electronic glow of village lights above the tree tops. The night sky in the Tangled Green, as humid as it was, carried the dull orange aura up into the overcast cloud cover which blanketed away the moon and stars. In time, Kopaka approached the outskirts of the village, and peered into the small clearing of thatched huts from deep within the brush.

Walking into the settlement brazenly would likely raise a note of concern among the populace. A more stealthy approach would be necessary. Kopaka squinted as he wished that he had a Kanohi Huna to wear. The Mask of Concealment would have worked wonderfully in this dark, cover-rich environment. Of course...Kopaka could always summon one if he truly needed to. The Toa shook his head; no, Kanohi were sacred objects, not mere tools of convenience.

Still...the idea clung to his mind like a cloying scent. If he did summon his own Huna, he wouldn't really be any different from the ancient mask makers. Someone had to have crafted the Kanohi in the first place. The biomech held his hand out in front of him, and allowed a small orblet of Omnilium to trickle into existence. Maybe, just this once. For the sake of the mission...

...

An hour later, Kopaka held the fresh mask in his cold grasp. In the interest of maintaining a low profile, the Bionicle had located a secluded spot to perform the summoning. At the time he had felt a sense of elation, but seeing the artifact of power sitting in front of his face elicited fresh pangs of shame. It was nigh unto blasphemy for Kopaka to have done this; an insult to the ancient Tohunga of Mata Nui. Still...there was no sense in letting the Huna go to waste.

With only a slight twitch of reluctance, Kopaka clapped the mask onto his face, whereupon it integrated seemlessly with his existing menagerie of Kanohi. Triggering the power of the Huna, Kopaka's body and weapons vanished completely from sight. Under normal circumstances, his shadow would have been visible, but the night was dark, and the all-consuming jungle flora broke up any subtler shadows perfectly.

One thing was missing, however; a distraction. Even with his newest Kanohi, people might notice strange tracks in the dirt, or doors opening and closing. Kopaka stared up at the sky, gauging his options. The Omniverse had robbed him of many of his faculties, but now, the Toa felt notably stronger than when he had initially assembled. There was certainly enough humidity for a snow storm to form, but doing so would tap every reserve of elemental power the Toa posessed.

There was nothing for it; there could be no more risk for error. Kopaka sat down in the loamy soil and raised his head, calling upon the power of Ice. It was always a humbling experience to serve as a conduit for this much spiritual energy, so it was not take lightly as, one by one, tiny flurries of snow came floating down from the orange heavens. The Toa could already hear the commotion and excitement in the distance. Temporarily giving up his mastery of frost and cold was a steep price, but necessary.

With that, the biomech gently stepped out of the jungle and into one of Ambrosia's odd, reality bending streets. Surely it woudln't be difficult to find either Mouse's place of residence

I remember.

[spoiler]Before

I remember hearing the forks and knives scrape obnoxiously against the ceramic plates. I remember the flashing gleam of warm light on my skin, the same light that bathed the entire room. My mother was wearing a smile that touched her eyes, my father, he was scowling a bit, but he meant well as he chewed ferociously on the slice of steak he chomped on his fork. And my brother? His lips had arched to resemble a boat, his eyes shifted all around the room, while my mother attempted to airplane his next delivery into his mouth.

“Whoosh!” The landing had been successful, after the umpteenth try. Orange goo had spattered everywhere, and was a nice addition to the flaking wallpaper.

We had a nice home, filled with love and care, despite how the actual house was falling apart. It wasn’t much, but it was ours. Time seemed suspended now. Suspended in this little memory. One so full of everything familiar, I had no reason to doubt it’s existence as I felt my senses being swept away.

It had been dinner time. Sensations like scent and taste leaked into my mind while my brain registered it. I was safe, so my brain had no need to sweep my surroundings, and of course, no need for caution. Sure an earthquake could have stricken, but really, who would imagine that?

I remember the taste of the food. It was a Saturday. The ol’ family had had a non-meat dinner last night, and that meant tonight we didn’t need to celebrate lent. My dad had grilled up the steak on the BBQ, and everyone, save little Toby, got to share in the wealth.

The steak was juicy and moist. When the choice piece was sliced, it wept crimson tears. For sides there were crispy french fries with extra salt - the way I liked it - and a serving of peas. The green orbs rolled about on my plate, neglected as I grasped the yellow strips in my hand and for a moment pretended it was a broadsword, meant to skewer straight into my steak, and eviscerate the lean beef to death. Of course this got old, and my fry got soggy, but that was just the cut of the deck.

It was an all-American dinner, with my all-American family. They were good people. My dad had a job, my mom was on maternity leave, and I, well I was in school. I slacked off a bit, and am in denial that my grades define me and my future. I want to choose my own path, but the guidance councilor, and my mom, telling me that options can actually help you decide a path, and when you get to be a certain age, having options, is something that can make you very successful, even if you choose not to pursue them.

I’m sixteen. I’m a girl with brown hair and brown eyes. I’m completely normal, and in my free time, I listen to punk music, complain to my friends about things that annoy me, and I rebel against any authority that tries to tell me there’s something in the world I don’t know, or can’t do.

I was just so damn typical at that time. Why couldn’t I stay in this ignorance forever?

I guess that’s the way it goes though. Regret, and the “should haves” that I never did. I’m an all-American girl, if that even means something. I’m so easily definable in this moment, playing with my peas on the plain white plate. They’re rolling all around as I lift the plate to match the angle. I wasn’t much hungry, but today was a bit of a celebration. Funnily enough, I couldn’t remember what...

But anyway, back to me. I like horror movies, I obsess over anything goth, and I love zombie movies. They’re the best in the world, and I think when they are done right, they could easily win an oscar or some hella standing ovation in Hollywood.

I have two close friends, and a crush who doesn’t know I exist. That’s okay though, my friends and I have a plan so that I can win his heart. Trisha and Jacob are my two best friends. I’ve known them most of my life and they love everything I’m into. We all wear black -yes, I’m one of those kids- and frankly, I don’t care if people tell me my hair is too short or too long. I don’t care when people tell me I’m too thin or too ugly. I don’t... Care.

I once punched a kid in the face for calling my friend a whore. I can still feel the crunch of his bones underneath my skin now... That was a story to tell my parents. I got suspended for a week, and was put on academic probation. Still, I never regretted it. Not even after when it earned me the reputation for being unruly, unpredictable, and just plain un-attractive. I guess no one likes a girl with fists, but I could care less. The one thing I had was honor, and I wasn’t going to watch my friend be bullied just because some guy wanted to start a rumor.

School was rough. I was always an outcast, but I found friends that were similar to me, and had similar interests. Later, looking back on it, I even had a few moments of peace. Sure, I expressed myself through the color black and listening to screamo, but to me, that was normal. I didn’t have to be the richest kid in school, I didn’t even have to worry about what they thought of me. I let that all go and chose that the path I wanted to be on was the one I was on today.

And I didn’t ever have to be a person I hated.

I never had to be fake.

My mom wanted what was best for me, she wanted me to have a normal childhood and to make friends like the other kids, but once she realized I wasn’t going to conform the “right way” she began to respect my beliefs. It wasn’t like she was going to stop loving her only daughter because of the clothes I wore, or the activities I did or didn’t do.

I’m sure that you’re wondering why I’m telling you all of this, or if I’m telling anyone this. You see, from what I remember, you start backwards when you die. Your memories don’t go by in a flash, rather, they slip away painfully in your fingers as your entire world falls away.

That dinner was the last memory I had before I blacked out. My consciousness was the only thing that remained, and there was a moment I spent in limbo as everything I’ve ever felt crashed into me with a passionate sense of nostalgia that came in waves that were delivered with smiles and corresponding frowns.

The pain.

The love.

The regret.

And the hardship.

These are all struggles humans go through as they evolve into their best self. So why did I have to endure it when I was devolving? Why did I have to die? Because that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m dying. How do I know?

Because all my sensations were swept away. I could no longer feel the air in my chest, nor the chair underneath my thighs. I could no longer see the light of day, and instead, I was plastered in the darkness of night. There were no stars. There was nothing to tell me I was alive. Meanwhile, the memories, as though they were files being transferred from one chip to a hard-drive, came in rapid succession. I saw things I never knew I remembered. Baby me, doing a dance and singing karaoke while my mom recorded it, baby me crying, and my mother’s eyes looking at me with genuine, unadulterated compassion as she wiped the slime of food from my cheek. The impression of love, bound to my soul at such a young age.

Finally, I saw what I knew was my first memory. Pure white as I was born from darkness. My eyelids seared with pain of too much light. And I could no longer see, because babies, as you know, do not immediately open their eyes after they are born. My eyes were closed. My body so frail and small, and yet, I felt the warmth of my mother’s arms. I heard her so familiar heartbeat. I remembered the undying love, because it was something that could only ever be felt, never seen or defined with an image.

I heard her humming me a song, while my father’s hand caressed the skin on my head. His voice rumbled low, but the words, while they had no meaning to me at the time, were soft and kind. That one moment, I was borne out of love. I imagine my parents now, their eyes glowing with life. Their happiness filled my soul to the brim. And the pure love of life I felt in that moment alone, was enough to last a lifetime.

I got one last ‘look’ as I imagined the smiles on their faces, before they, like everything else, were gone.

That memory, the last of myself, was finally swept away.

And I was left for a moment, longing for that same sense of love, if I had been able to speak, or breathe, or cry, I would have gotten down on my consciousness’s knees, and begged for that feeling. One. Last. Time.[/spoiler]

After.

There was nothing but darkness. I felt the weight of my body suddenly pull me down. Dawn was something that would never come. Never again would I see the light of the sun. Never would I see my mother’s eyes look at me adoringly. Never would I see my father’s scowl burrowing on his brow.

My body had weight and form, and below my fingertips, I could feel the ground. My subconscious must’ve been pretty damned clever, if it thought it could convince me that I didn’t just die and get delivered to the afterlife.

But hold on- there was air.

Not that my body after so many muscles knowing what it feels to breathe, couldn’t mimic that in my time of doubt and fear as I waited for the inevitable oblivion. What the hell though, right? I could do whatever I wanted, I could create whatever scene I wanted, if I was just waiting for the angel of death to grace me with her presence.

It suddenly occurred to me, that what if I died, and this was all that there was. A large, empty place, engulfed with darkness. I couldn’t even seem my hand or body below me as I raised myself up from my -what felt like- previously laid down position. It was a spooky thought. This room was death. My own little piece of the afterlife, not even a tangible place, nothing visible, nothing to interact with, just sheer nothingness bathed in black.

So of course, I was startled when I heard a muffled voice shout in my direction, “HEY, YOU THERE!”

I jumped. I felt my head move around as I tried to face the direction of the voice. I felt the braid on my back spin with my movement and my body square up like that time I punched Demetri Malkovich in the nose.

Every muscle in my swirling body was tense, and I felt the shuddering sense of fear creep up my spine and grit into my teeth as my jaw held steady, bracing for a blow. My imagination went wild, the worst monsters I could visualize became nearly lucid in my mind. I suppose that was the shock though. My body fell out of balance and I felt nausea clench my stomach.

This surprised me, because I didn’t think dead people felt nausea, or imbalance, or their bodies at all. I more or less visualized a disembodied soul leaving my body, but none of that I ever saw. No, I didn’t even feel anything kill me. Sure, I, at sixteen years of age could have been hit with a stroke, but I would have felt something like a sudden pain in my chest before it all went black. Not... Not what I was feeling now.

Still, footsteps grew closer, and I heard something being raised to my head. “YOU THERE, STEP AWAY FROM THE CRIMINAL.”

“What?” I asked, my voice feminine and weak as I realized that the flood to my senses were going to get the best of me. My head dipped as I slammed into something that felt like concrete and sounded like water, while I wretched up a foul version of the dinner that my family had cooked.

“Gah...” I felt my body wilt as the rest heaved out. I leaned against the concrete now, and dipped my hands in what felt like water. The chill was so refreshing, I submerged my entire head. Probably bewildering whoever it was that had approached.

I determined that they were not monsters of the most incredulous kind, but man. I determined, but the distinct sound of their voices, so recognizable from all the times that my dad had watched Starwars with my mom, that in my limbo world, I was hallucinating storm troopers.

Of all the things, I wondered why my subconscious had delivered me storm troopers. It was ridiculous. Utterly unimaginable. Maybe it was trying to tell me something, but I highly doubted that.

I heard them near with the clacking of their armor. The floor was smooth below my feet, and I could tell I was in a roomy space. There was probably a whole legion of them. I could picture it now, their white and black armor, so distinguished. I bet they never got lost. But I had one advantage against their numbers. One thing that couldn’t compare to the empire’s unrelenting power.

They couldn’t see in the dark either!

I sniggered as a confident smile crept up on my lips. I was no jedi, but I was sure I could take ‘em. I held my fists up, and my eyes narrowed in the darkness.

You’ll never take me alive, scum of the empire. The funny thing was, I was so convinced too.

“What are you smiling about, girl? We said, PUT YOUR HANDS UP, OR FORCE WILL BE USED. NOW STEP AWAY FROM THE CRIMINAL.” The voice was muffled but quite commanding. Had I not expected this, I would’ve jumped out of my skin...

... Wait. How did they know I was a girl? How do they know I am smiling?

I gulped down my doubt and felt my brows fold together. My shoulders swayed and my squared posture became a firm and upright stand. I rubbed my fingers together in my palm. I felt the sensation, that of stimulus and movement on my skin. The careful caress of my digits on my palm that I usually did when I was nervous. Then, I clenched my fingernails into my palm with enough force to draw blood.

The pain was sharp and the stabbing ripped holes in my soft skin. I imagined so vividly what had appeared had happened. My hand was once by my side, but now the pale white surface would be stained with blood.

As my wounded palm rose to my face, I did not see the blood. But leaking to my tongue and enveloping my throat was the thick, metallic taste of iron. The smell of my blood.

I gasped. So loud that my voice cracked. So shocked was I, to find myself blind in a situation that was as clear as black and white. So blind was I in my ignorance, that I could not see the light of truth.

So blind was I, in my unrelenting panic, that I could not see the chaos what was sure to come next.

-

This was as story that would not be told by shapes or light, but by sound. I heard the scamper of feet, a rustling skirmish that turned into a wrestle among men, and finally, I determined by sound alone, that someone had been apprehended. It must have been the fugitive the troopers had mentioned earlier. Well, I could only assume that much.

I heard the clack of the handcuffs, there were no Miranda rights read to him. This wasn’t America, but some far off place, far off from my world. Far off from everything I ever knew or saw.

“We’ve got ‘im, nothing to be worried about miss. We had ya scared there for a minute, I apologize, but his man is wanted in three vers-”

The sentence was cut off by the immediate cry of a blaster. It sounded like a gunshot, but more advanced, as though it was a gun equipped with a laser. A clatter followed, and the man that was speaking to me fell at my feet. I felt the reverberations in my toes, and I felt my head and eyes dart around. There was still darkness. I heard more shots being fired, I felt the heat of battle, I felt my fear snatch my logic away with my sanity.

I remembered that feeling, and I held on tight to it. My mom, my dad, and their love for me when I was born. I didn’t dream of the day anything could ever have the power to overrule that sensation. And even more true, was that I’d never have guessed that this would be that day. My mind was masked by a blizzard of blind denial. Maybe it had even been living a lie its entire life. But then, that would mean that I had been living a lie... And surely, that couldn’t be the truth.

More blasts were fired into the air, the smell of blood, and smoldering flesh reeked into my still swaying sea in my stomach. It wasn’t until the moment that followed that I realized that I would never see again, not to mention, hear the voices of my family ever again.

The darkened streets of Minas Tirith did not seem as quiet or empty to Koal as others would have perceived it. The voices...Damn the voices. They were an ever-present torrent of screaming noise and insane whispers. But Koal knew every single sound by name. They had haunted his nightmares for months now, and the time was more than adequate for him to become acquainted with his tormenters. He left hand began to twitch again, and his head pounded more heavily than before, sending his hand pressing to his forehead in a rather quick and volatile manner.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" The young teen's voice was raw and quiet from his repeated nightmares; from the screaming that they would bring on. His face twisted into a sneer as he replied to himself, "You did this to yourself Koal, and you know that this is a just punishment." His dark chuckle broke off with a bout of violent coughing, blood staining the rocky cobblestone road as he continued to choke. He was on his hands and knees in the dimly lit street, tears streaming down his face and splattering on the ground with a soft patter, patter, patter noise.

He slowly struggled to his feet, his body betraying his will, his hand now twitching uncontrollably, his movements jerky and irregular. His breathing was also ragged and forced, his lungs struggling to take in air and push it out again.

Alexia, his first victim to fall to the demon's blade

Faust, the scientist who had made Koal the monster he was

Mother, an innocent who was killed for her son's actions

The list extended in Koal's head as he made his way out of the city, his feet bringing him closer to the nearby forest. His footsteps became increasingly steady until you could hardly notice the hitch in his stride. It was always worse in crowded places. Koal didn't know why, or how, but he knew it was better when there was no one around. So he lived as a hermit. The only reason he was in town was to get supplies for the next week, and he dreaded those days with a passion.

His footsteps continued on...