Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Priz Hotela Alexia ❯ Chapter 1

--------------> GRAND PRIZ HOTELA ALEXIA

by zach clopton<---------------

 

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Sora grudged through the halls of the Grand Priz Hotela Alexia, looking for the next room on her list. She pushed her cart through the bright pink hallways of the Hotela. Eventually she came to the room 115. The only thing that stuck out about it was the number on the wall. It looked exactly the same as the room door next to it. There were seemingly endless hallways of pink wallpaper and pink doors. Sora's uniform was also bright neon pink, just like everything else in this place. Sora's cart was probably the only thing in the building that wasn't that sickeningly bright color. That and the pens on the desk in the lobby. Can't forget the pens.

 

Sora took the keys out of her uniform and unlocked the door. She entered the room, dragging her cart behind her. The bed sheets were unmade. That was it. At least at this high a level, the people never vomited on the floor. Most of the time they could make it to the bathroom.

 

This wouldn't take long.

 

****

 

Sora sat down at the bar. She looked up at the bartender. The bartender looked at her. The bartender smiled. Sora motioned unenthusiastically to the Manhattan button on the drink machine. The bartender poured the drink, talking about the “Good Old DaysTM” when machines didn't do most of the bartender's work. Sora blocked it out. She didn't care.

 

The hologram buzzed nonstop. It was a hologram of some woman in one of the uniforms, spewing about how great the Hotela is. The girl was wearing the same kind of uniform that Sora was wearing. Except the hologram girl was prettier. Sora wasn't sure where the Company got the idea for this hologram. The girl in the picture looked nothing like your typical employee. She had too many teeth.

 

Sora quietly sipped down the drink, told the bartender to put it on her tab, got up and left the room. Back to work, it appeared.

 

****

Seven hours later, the job was done. All the rooms not occupied were cleaned. Later that day someone would go through a route similarlity to the way Sora had done tonight. At one a.m. the next day Sora would show up and do the same thing, more or less. And so the cycle continued.

 

Sora entered the elevator, one of the few places here that weren't haunted by that damn pink color. Sora saw she was the only person in the elevator. She pulled out her cigarette and lit one up.

 

The cigarette tasted horrible, but that wasn't the reason she was smoking. These cylinders made the night easier. Sora knew no mattered how rough the night got; they're was always the smoke brake. The nicotine made it all better.

 

Sora often wondered which would kill her first, the cigarettes or this job.

 

****

 

By the time Sora got home all that was on TV was the news and porno. She didn't even bother with the TV half of the time, unless it was one of those nights. One of those nights were it was so quiet, and not the good kind of relaxing quiet either, the scary quiet. The kind of quiet were you don't want to move because you're afraid that if you do some nut job in a parka with an ice pick will pop out of the shadows and mutilate you.

 

Luckily, it wasn't one of those nights. Unfortunately, it wasn't much better either. It was one of those nights where the birds kept dive-bombing your windows. Not small birds mind you. One's the size of footballs. Three-pound monsters with bright red bicycle reflector eyes and screwdriver drilling beaks. Things Sora would be afraid might carry off her children if she had any.

 

The sun would be coming out soon and Sora's day would be ending. Before bed, though, she would take three Tororais. They would make passing into the dreaming state easier.

 

She dropped the pills into a glass of water. The pills quickly dissolved and the water was transformed into a light green liquid. Sora drank it down. It tasted like lime, made Sora think of Martinis.

 

Sora quickly removed her uniform, tossing it absent-mindedly in the direction of the paraphernalia hamper. She stumbled towards her unmade bed and collapsed. She did all of this very quickly, making sure she was in the bed before the results of the pills took place. She closed her eyes and smiled, knowing that pleasure would come soon enough.

 

(She never made her bed at her apartment. After making beds all night Sora took some pleasure in knowing that there was one bed she didn't have to make.)

 

****

 

A funny thing happened, Sora remembered. A funny thing happened on the way home from work. She was driving in her car, or her life sucking, constantly in need of repairs, vampire mobile, as Sora called it. She was driving her car when she saw something on the side of the road. It was too dark to be sure exactly what it was. It was about four feet tall and had a red coloration about it. It was curled up in a ball, its long arms tucked around its head. It had three small horn-like protrusions coming forward from its skull. It was to dark to be sure what it was, but Sora was pretty sure it wasn't human.

 

She was pretty sure she just saw an alien.

 

It was probably the Manhattans talking, either that or the invisible drugs that the owners pump into the Hotela's air conditioning. Whatever it was, Sora drove on regardless, to tired to go check. It was too dark and she was afraid it was going to one of those nights. One of those nights where you're afraid to move...

 

Sora turned on the radio as high as it would go. The sound of static blasted into her ears and the fear went away for the moment.

 

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The Tororais started to take effect. The lights inside of Sora's head dimmed. The world started to go back to the darkness, but this wasn't a bad darkness. This darkness was full of warmth, and happiness, and drug induced pleasure, and cheese.

 

Wonderful cheese. Mountains upon mountains of it. Sora gladly lunged face first into it. The cheese had a distinct taste of cheese to it. It was wonderful. Soon, the cheese transformed into a large red form. The form of a starfish. Sora could see through the fish. It was huge and translucent and Sora could see herself in the reflection. She walked into the creature and was absorbed by it. She floated along, pushed through by some invisible muscle. The starfish, which was seemingly made of jelly, tasted just like Grandma's old strawberry jam. Mmm, jam.

 

Sora floated through this large, strange, wonderful, jam creature for a long time. It seemed like ages she floated. And such wonderful floating she had. Sora hoped the floating would never end. Unfortunately, though, the floating did end. Sora was unceremoniously dropped from the jam creature onto a yellow colored floor. The floor the color of the Green Lantern's weakness. Sora crawled across the floor, counting the number of mashed potato hills she passed along the way, until she reached a door. The door was red, unlike the rest of the environment. Sora looked over her shoulder and noticed she couldn't see the starfish anymore. Maybe it died. Maybe she had been counting mashed grape hills longer then she though. Sora opened the door. Later, she wished she hadn't.

 

On the other side of the door was her apartment. Her gray apartment. She was a long way from starfish/jam creature/mash potato land. She turned around to see that the door was closed and didn't appear to want to open anytime soon. Sora walked around and saw herself in her own, unmade bed. She looked out the window and noticed that it was the middle of the day. Not time to get up yet. Sora, the one that had come through the door, not the one in the bed, headed for the window. Her dream wasn't over yet.

 

****

 

Nothing is ever the way you want it to be. Isn't that a pain in the ass? Sora was gonna' be a princess, you know. Everyday, until her fifth birthday, that is, she would tell her Mommy that she was gonna' be a pwncess. A wute wittle pwincess. When Sora became five she decided she was going to be a pet doctor because that way she would see puppies and kitties all day. (Little Sora never thought about the fact that she would probably see dead kitties and puppies more then anything else) That was until she was ten, when she realized the above stated facts. After her tenth birthday, Sora decided she was going to become a lawyer. Help the defenseless. Not one of those bad lawyers, mind you, not one that would defend anyone that would pay, not one that would defend murderers or rapist, not one of those lawyers that are the butt of the jokes of some many hack comedians; she would only defend the good people. She was going to become a moral lawyer. This fantasy continued until Sora became sixteen, when she decided she was going to become a dentist. She thought people's teeth where immersing.

 

Sora's first job was as a clerk at a video store. Every Friday night a guy would come in. He always wore the same pair of overall. (Sora never thought that perhaps the man owned several pairs of the same type of overalls) He had bad teeth. Sora took notice of this because she was going to become a dentist, some day. One of the teeth crossed over the other and most of them appeared to be rotting away. The man only rented pornos and movies that starred Steven Segal. Sora could always hear the man trying to pick up girls outside the store. He was almost always rejected. Until one evening.

 

Sora was going home. It was ten o'clock at night. She was really tired. As a joke, one of the other clerks working that night, Jeremy, put in “The Exorcist” on the preview television. He wasn't supposed to. You see, you were never suppose to put any thing over PG-13 in the preview television, for fear a customer with small children would come in and the child would become frightened or offended. That could lead to lawsuits. Little Mom-and-Pop video stores couldn't afford lawsuits. Anyway, Jeremy was being an ass and put in “The Exorcist” because Sora had never seen it before. Jeremy, who was a big movie geek, was shocked and decided it was time. He gave Sora a list of movies she needed to see “before she died,” movie with titles like “Evil Dead 2.” Nothing Sora would want to see. Anyway, Sora sat down and watched “The Exorcist” and was more then a little disturbed by it. The Man in the Overalls had come in earlier and rented some movie, but Sora remembered little else. The movie freaked her out. Jeremy thought it was funny and said if she thought that was bad she should watch some movie called “Eraserhead.” Sora left the store, after the movie went off. It was late and the shop would be closing soon. She threw away Jeremy's list on the way out.

 

Later that year Jeremy was fired for showing something called “Crash” over the preview vid. The movie was rated NC-17. The owner of the store was not amused. Sora never saw Jeremy again, after that.

 

Anyway, Sora was walking through the parking lot when she saw the big red pickup truck the Man in the Overalls drove in. The truck was shaking back and forth. Sora was curious and peaked inside. She saw the Man having anal intercourse with an overweight African American woman. The two were whispering profanity back and forth to each other. They were moaning and groaning and grunting and were seemingly enjoying each other's company.

 

Sora was shocked. She didn't want to watch but she couldn't look away. The sight of two such large masses of flesh coming together bothered her on some level. Soon, the Man had an orgasm and came all over the woman's back. The thick fluid stuck out on the women's dark skin. Sora screamed and ran as fast as she could back to her home. The first thing she did when she got home was vomit, then take a cold shower.

 

The woman had to be a prostitute, Sora thought. Who would willingly have sex with such a disgusting thing? Who would want to touch that horrible man?

 

The woman's breasts were round and large, like two dark beach balls. They had curves in them. Good God, her breast had fat rolls. The curves swayed with the movement of her body and the curves seemed to form mouths, mouths that smiled at Sora and laughed at Sora. The laugh was that of a wrinkled old witch. A horrible cackle of a laugh. Sora didn't sleep well that night because every time she closed her eyes she saw the mouths of those breasts and heard their horrible laugh.

 

A month later the Man in the Overall was found dead in his apartment. Died of a heart attack. Sora didn't feel sorry for him. To this very day, she still has nightmares about the woman's horrible laughing breasts.

 

****

Sora's spirit drifted toward the window. She passed through it with no problem. Body mass was not a problem here in Torarais land. She floated down to the bottom of apartment building. It was a long float. It was a tall building. Sora was pretty high up. It was nice to see everything from that high up. Why didn't Sora open her window more often? It was a nice view.

 

Sora walked through the streets looking for another jelly-starfish. She wasn't sure she'd found another, but she didn't really care. She would find something better if she had to. Sora continued to walk until she got to the road. She saw people around her, but no one she knew, just normal people. Sora looked both ways before crossing the street. In the middle of the road was a manhole cover. Sora saw this and decided she would fall through it. So she did.

 

The sewers aren't as bad as a place as everyone makes it out to be. It was actually quite nice. Sora came through the lid and found herself in a field filled with tall corn stalks. Sora walked through the field looking for someone to talk to. She was feeling rather lonely after the starfish had left.

 

Sora kept walking until she came to the middle of the cornfield. There was a well there and a light emerged from it. Sora put her hand in the light and it felt warm. Warmer then the cheese or the jellyfish. Sora stuck her whole body in the light and floated upward. Sora could see the sun getting closer. When she reached the sky she filed through it and she found herself back in her apartment. Damn it, why was her real body still here? She should come with her spirit body on a wonderful adventure. Her real body was missing out. Sora headed toward the elevator in the apartment. When she opened it, she saw something, something she wished she could see forever.

 

It was a giant dust particle and it was drinking a beer. It was the most beautiful thing Spirit Sora had ever seen. She sat down and stared at it for a long time. She just watched this particle of dust drink for a long, long, long, time. So long in fact, that the next sound she heard was the sound of her alarm clock going off.

 

****

 

Sora slapped the alarm and got out of bed. She walked over to her small, dingy bathroom and started up a shower. The water was cold. Sora could never get the water to become warm. She complained to the manager many times, but he never did anything about it. The water was always cold.

 

After washing for a short while, Sora stuck a breakfast burrito in the microwave before heading to the bathroom again, this time to brush her teeth. Shortly afterward, the microwave went off and Sora spat out the paste and rinsed. Before she left, she grabbed the burrito out of the microwave and a beer out of the refrigerator.

 

She knew she shouldn't drink, eat, and drive at the same time, but that really didn't matter. She didn't really care about how her actions affected other people. Sora was hungry so she ate. Sora was thirsty, so she drank. Sora had to get to her job on time, so she drove quickly. Sora ate too many porogies at lunch and had to spend two hours in the bathroom. Sora hadn't had sex in three months, so she ordered a male hooker. Sora didn't know math, so she bought a calculator. Supply and demand. Two plus two equals four. Action and reaction. Cause and effect. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Like father like son. If it is written, it is so. The grass is always greener. Don't crap where you eat. That kinda' bullshit. Life is always like that.

 

The Hotela gleamed in the distance like some sort of spaceship. Sora drove to it as quickly as she humanly could. She placed the beer bottle in the drink holder and sat the burrito on the dashboard. Sora cranked up the music. It was time for work, no more dreaming, at least until morning. Time to go and put your noise to the grindstone for your twelve hours and get your wage. Hi-ho.

 

Sora quickly entered the building. She was about five minutes late. She hoped her boss wouldn't notice. She rushed up to Lisa, the supply girl, and asked for her cart. It was then that Sora realized that she had forgotten to put on her uniform. She was still in her street clothes.

 

Oh, shit...

 

****

 

Sora was reluctant to work again after the Video Den incidence, but she had to. Her parents bought her a car and she had to pay it off herself. Sure, Mom and Dad helped every once in a while, but for the most part, the car was Sora's responsibility.

After all Sora was going to be a dentist and they're a responsible lot. She had to learn responsibility.

 

Sora looked around for a while, looking for something she could do with her limit high school education. She eventually found a job at a locally owned restaurant. It was an Italian restaurant. The main owner was a stereotypical, large, intimidating man named, of all things, you guessed it, Tony. Sora use to joke around with her co-workings that the family that owned the place was part of the mafia. It was mostly a joke, anyway. Sora had a scratching belief in the back of her head that all the joking was the truth. Sora thought for certain that she heard Tony discussing drugs with one of her coworkers. Of course, Sora didn't understand Italian, so it was probably just her misinterpreting another person's speech. At least, she hoped.

 

Sora wasn't racist. She kept telling herself that. It was society's fault. They're the ones who have drawn Italian-Americans in a negative light. Blame society. It's a shapeless, identity-less, entity. It can't fight back. Go ahead and blame society. Everybody else is doing it.

 

****

 

The elevator buzzed quietly as it lifted Sora and her cart several floors up. One of the younger workers, Amanda, let Sora barrow her uniform. So, after Sora got a stern finger-shaking from her boss, it was off to work. Like always. Nothing ever changes around here. Sora shrank to the corner of the elevator, hoping it would devour her and she wouldn't have to put up with this work anymore, with the embarrassment of wearing someone else's uniform (a uniform that was two sizes to big), with this life. God, Sora was sick of it.

 

Suddenly, the door open and a young man, about Sora's age, entered. He wore a strict business suit, but his tie was undone. He was obliviously off duty. He took his glasses off his face and rubbed them with the edge of his jacket. It was then that Sora realized that she knew this young man. He looked over at her and smiled a strange, surprised, smile.

 

It was Arte.

 

The two said hello and give that basic bit of surprised. They ask each other where their lives had gone since high school. Arte said that he did go through with his business school shtick, just like he said he always would. Sora should have never doubted him. Arte talked about how he made it all the way to Wall Street, about how he was slowly but consistently climbing the money ladder. He was dating this nice girl named Judy. Of all the things in the world, she was in a rock band. Arte's life was exciting and interesting. He's world had continued to grow and change since they had last meet. Then of course, Arte had to ask Sora how her life was since high school.

 

You know he had to go and do that, didn't he? They were having a nice little meeting when he had to go and ask about HER life. Why in the hell did he have to do that? Christ. Damn it. All right, Sora. Don't be a monkey wrench. Play along. Answer the question.

 

Sora simply said that she had been working at the Hotela for a long time. Much longer then she should've ever attended to. Sora didn't mention the fact that she was also an alcoholic, that she was addicted to hallucinogenic drugs, that she was pretty sure that she was going insane, that life hadn't picked up at all after high school. That everything was just as shitty as it after was. She didn't mention that.

 

Soon, the elevator stopped and Arte got out. Sora was alone again. It was about this time that she felt a sudden arousal. The thought to just masturbate right there in the elevator crossed her mind, but she decided against it and decided she would just take another drink from the hidden flask of liquor she kept with her at all times on the workforce. There, that made everything better.

 

****

 

After the Italian gig, Sora decided it was best to focus on school. Her real job was a student. She should devote as much time as possible to her studies. After all, she was the future of America. Couldn't let Uncle Sam down. Sora started putting her brain into overdrive and just stopped worrying about her car. It was around this time that she met Arte.

 

Arte was head of the newspaper. He was probably a geek, yeah, but he was also one of the smartest people Sora ever knew. She wrote an editorial to the school newspaper once. The story goes that Arte liked it so much that he decided to make Sora's editorials a reoccurring feature. But first he wanted to meet her.

 

It was nothing, really. They'd meet during school lunch. Arte and Sora talked the whole period and discovered that they enjoyed each other's company quite a bit. One thing always bothered Sora though, the fact that Arte never asked for another editorial. Maybe that whole thing was just a clever way to pick up chicks. Sora still pondered this question.

 

After talking for a while the two decided that they wanted to go out. Do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Sora had never done that before. Arte said he hadn't, but seemed so confident about it, the whole time. The more Sora thought about it, the more she thought Arte was a liar.

 

(Had he made up that wonderful life-story in the elevator? Was all that a ploy just to spite Sora? Was he even sure who she was? Was Arte's job really just to go to parties in a suit and convince people he was successful? Was all of it just a ruse? A scam? A plot? Not a man among us knows for sure.)

 

Of all the places in the world, Arte had to take Sora to the Italian place for their first date. She never mentioned the fact that she worked there until a much later point. Sora was convinced he knew that already, though. His invisible lines went out through the school paper and drove their tentacles into her brain where they stole her information. But still, he charmed her. Charmed by Arte and his brain-stealing tentacles. They talked and laughed and ate their dinner. They chattered endlessly about school and how all of it seems so silly, in retrospect. Their thoughts where rather ahead of themselves, it seemed. Sora couldn't remember what they had to eat that evening. Sora was never very good with remembering that kind of things.

 

Later that evening, when Arte drove Sora home, when oh-so-charming Arte walked Sora to her door, Arte kissed Sora. It was her first kiss and even though Sora knew that while all of it was happening that Arte's horrible mind tentacles where digging into her skull, it was exciting at the same time. It was a nice kiss. Simple. No tongue. Not even the slightest attempt to bring that pesky tongue in. It was a very simple, kind, respectful kiss. The prefect first kiss. Sora wondered if Arte could still kiss like that.

 

As Arte walked back to his car, Sora asked what his age was and what his phone number was. He said he was fifteen (Omygod, the same age she was!!!) and he give her his number. Sora went to bed that knight with the sweetest dreams of the prefect kiss. Looking back on it all, Sora didn't recognize herself in that giddy, smiling, image. It seemed like a spoof of her. Young Sora was a distant memory and a complete stranger. She was a shadow, Older Sora thought bitterly.

 

****

 

Work was considerably more muddled that night. They had a fight up on floor 145. Apparently a couple had gotten into an argument about something. (Sora kept hearing people mentioned a bill) The man slapped the wife. The wife, in response, stabbed him in the cheek with a letter opener. He then smashed a chair across her back. She, in retaliation, then shattered his jaw with the broken chair leg. It was at that point that the fight exploded out of the room and into the bright pink hallways. Right around then, Sora noticed it. Sora was wading through the night with her dull gray cart, her only steadfast companion in this bright-pink world, when these two people bursted from they're room striking and bashing about with each other. When Sora first saw the two she instantly thought of the image from the old cartoons were when the cat and the dog got into a fight, it always escalated into a large cloud of dust, with only the flailing limbs visible from the outside. The fighting man and woman look just like that.

 

Sora rushed from the scene to the nearest phone where, first she called down to her boss, then to the front desk, which then called the police. Two of the strongest employees (Luggage boys, you see) broke up the fight and held the two until the cops arrived to further sort things out.

 

Business came to a halt as soon as the police arrived. Sora always assumed that when people were driving through looking for a nice place to stay, that blinking police lights generally told them that this Hotela was the opposite of what they were looking for. Personally, Sora couldn't blame them.

 

After the police had taken the two away for questioning, things went back to normal, at least for a little bit. Sora managed to clean a few more rooms. She passed several rooms where the tenets where having loud sex. That always disrupted Sora. Took her out of the “working flow” one could say. All of this remained the same until about four o'clock in the morning. Sora only had a half an hour until her workday was over. She had smoked about ten cigarettes that night and had drank about five drinks. The fight may not have been the most pleasant of events, but at least it was kinda' exciting. Took some of the crippling boredom away from the rest of the job. Ten cigs and five drinks were a good night.

 

At four o'clock Sora passed a room marked 98. She was on the lower levels, looking for empty rooms to clean. 98 were another one of those rooms that loud couples favored. Tonight was no different. Another loud coupling was bumping ugiles in that room like they seemingly always were. Something about this couple though caught Sora's attention. The voices sounded...

 

Oh, no.

 

She stopped her cart and put her ear to the door, listening closely. The voice was indeed familiar.

 

The following feelings that filled Sora were complicated and confused. She felt anger, jealousy, betrayal, sadness, disturbed, and, strangest of all, arousal. The couple were enjoying themselves, vigorously. Sora could hear the bed coils squeak with each continuous thrust. She could hear an unfamiliar female voice shriek in pleasure as well as a known male voice release throaty grunts. Sora stood they're with her ear to the door, feeling guilty and curious all at the same time. She wanted to open the door just slightly to see in to the room but couldn't bring herself to do it. All she had to go on was the voices and one meeting in an elevator. Sora soon removed her ear from the door and moved on, still feeling conflicted, but now also very depressed. Sora moved to the next room on her list and tried to ignore the slowly fading cries of ecstasy.

 

****

Sora continued to focus on school as her main drive for a long while. Her grades went up and she continued to be happy. Those were truly the brightest days she ever knew. Sora continued to look forward to her surefire future as a successful dentist, but she looked forward to her surefire future with Arte even more. She was going to marry him, Young Sora often though, and they where going to have three little children. Two girls and one boy named Bethany, Diana , and Cecil. As time went on, teeth-care seemed less and less interesting to Sora. Arte seemed more and more interesting. Yes, she even loved his slimly newspaper lines now. He had gotten to her.

 

But there was something he had forgotten to tell her.

 

Arte was a squid.

 

Oh, yeah, he was nice and normal and fearless. He could do things with his mind that no other could. He was perhaps the nicest person Sora had ever met, but nobody was that prefect.

 

One night, Sora and Arte where making out, like usual. Sora never really cared much for the whole making out thing. In all reality, Sora always thought it was rather mean. Too controlling. Still, in order to make Arte happy Sora was willing to sacrifice her sense of dignity. One night Sora and Arte where making out. Arte was whispering things into Sora's ear. About how attractive Sora was. How nice and firm her breasts were. (Arte was the only person allowed to touch Sora's breast, Daddy had said) How wonderful Sora was. Really, this was one of the better make-out sessions. Then the bad came. Arte whispered into Sora's ear that he wanted to show Sora something. Sora was unsure but interested. Arte and Sora went into the closet and that's when things went bad. Arte unzipped his pants and... Oh, god... Tentacles. They reached out from around his legs and tried to attack Sora. They ripped at her and went for her soft spots. The tentacles were bright red and had little pink suckers on them. Sora could hear Arte laughed a bizarre and inhuman laugh. An alien laugh. A laugh like that of the bad guy in a James Bond movie but computerized. The tentacles started to pull on Sora. It was terrible. All of that hot tentacle action. Sora barely escaped. She ran down out of the house and into the street cover in horrible blue tentacle sap. Sora was so, so, so, so scared.

 

Sora never saw Arte after that, until tonight.

 

(Sora hoped that fucking slut Judy was happy with her stupid, cock-fucking, tentacle dork Arte. Sora hoped she was.)

 

****

 

The night was almost over. Sora had lost track of how many drinks she had over the time. Too many, was the only number that came to Sora's mind. The night was almost over and Sora could go home soon. Home to her cold bed and cold shower and uncomforted world. Sora had decided what to do.

 

Sora drank down her last, tall glass of Southern Hospitably and 7-Up. She walked off with out paying for her drink. The bartender yelled at her. Sora jumped behind the desk and pick up a bottle of Jack. She went over to the hologram of the stupidly prefect maid and smashed the bottle of Jack against it. The image of the prefect girl squirm and wushed and transformed into some sort of horrible mushroom creature before exploding into nothingness. Sora picked up the shattered piece of glass and sucked the Jack Daniel's off of it.

 

Sora decided to take a walk. She left the building. She could hear various people shouting and screaming at her, but didn't care. Sora just kept walking with the piece of glass in her mouth. It tasted of lime. Sora walked into the flow of traffic that had built up over the night. Sora walked in front of a red 1976 Gremlin, which then accidentally bumped into her. Action and reaction.

 

Sora's spinal cord was smashed and shattered. Sora's skull was crushed and her brains splattered all over the road. Sora's left arm bent back to her back and her legs buckled under her. Sora's body was thrown twenty yards through the air. Sora's crumpled form landed in front of a blue Saturn at which point it was ran over again. Later another car would pass by and ride over Sora's body. By the time all of this was over, Sora could open her eyes and see her asshole.

 

All traffic stopped. Several people got out of the car and watched. Some screamed. Some ran for help. One vomited. People got out and looked over Sora's destroyed skeleton. The crowd turned toward the driver of the Gremlin. The driver got out of his car and ran as far away and as quickly as possible. The crowd followed him with torches and pitchfork. The next day the Gremlin Driver was found ripped to shreds in a sewer pipe.

 

Sora was fucked.

 

****

 

....

 

****

 

Sora got up, shook off the snow and walked to her apartment, where she took a nice warm shower.

 

(Sora wondered what was on TV)

 

 

-copyright Zack Clopton, 2004.