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Chapter 13
I walked downstairs, ridiculously happy because Ross was holding my hand. The pain and longing that had plagued my heart for so long had all disappeared (because it had been the part of me reserved for loving Ross, I realised) and I finally felt gloriously whole and complete. I used the wonderful telepathic connection to convey all these things to Ross who I could feel tucking them away into the part of his mind which set aside the precious memories to be cherished while also sending me his quiet, rather more contained joy. I could feel he was trying to calm my emotions slightly because I was feeling so energetic.
I bounced into the living room where my parents were sitting talking to Jack.
"Hey," I said jovially.
My parents and Jack looked up and my father especially looked amused by my mood.
"Why so happy?" my mum asked.
"I'm with my kingfisher!" I said as if announcing I'd just won a competition.
I heard Ross laugh behind me and could see Jack trying very hard to fight a smile.
"That's very good, dear." Mum smiled and gave Dad a wistful look. He looked at her lovingly in return.
Dad glanced back at us and said to Ross "She's full of beans tonight, isn't she?"
The emotion in Ross's voice as he replied almost turned me into a blubbering wreck. "She's amazing, sir."
Jack stood up. "I think we better go, Ross. It's getting quite late and you know Mum."
I frowned. "Ross isn't allowed to go home."
Ross laughed again. "Darling, I have to."
I turned to him and made my face sad. "But... I haven't conveyed the full extent of my love for you yet."
Ross grinned. "Yes, you have. I just couldn't give you an exact figure. It was too huge."
"I'll miss you," I said softly and sincerely.
"It's only going to be like ten hours."
"Ten hours?!" I asked, horrified.
"Well you'll be asleep for about eight of them, and we'll need to have breakfast and stuff before we spend time together because otherwise we'll just forget about it and die of starvation in each other's arms."
"How romantic..."
"No, Rosa, that would be tragic."
"Is anything not tragic when we're faced with the prospect of time spent apart?"
Ross grinned. "You're so melodramatic."
"I know." I grinned back as he leant down to kiss me.
Monday 22nd November
I've got my diary back! Yay! Now I can write all about how much I love Ross. Jack gave it back to me this morning when he came over with Ross. He wanted to give me a last present to remind us of our time together. It was a card addressed to 'Juliet' from 'Beowulf'. Ross, of course, was puzzled and I don't think I'll tell him until I've gotten over Jack. It is depressing when I dwell upon my love for Jack, but I know that my love for Ross is so much stronger that a little pain is bearable. I never expected myself to get over Jack in a day and the seven month interval between the last day I kissed Ross two days after Jack's 17th and yesterday was greatly unhelpful.
Oh dear. Ross is reading over my shoulder. I can't get any privacy now, but I suppose I did want things this way. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Everything written here will be accessible to him whenever we touch.
Rosa doesn't know I'm writing this, but I wanted to put something for her to read whenever the cruel world decides we can't be together.
I love you, Rosa, with all my heart (even the bit behind the wall I won't put down). It's so marvellous to be your kingfisher and I hope you feel the same way about being my rose-dove. Love you. Ross. xxx
I ambled downstairs, since Mum had called me. I was surprised that Ross wasn't behind me, but he said he'd wait for me while I saw what she wanted.
Surprisingly, there was a blonde-haired lady sitting on the sofa in the living room. I didn't think I knew her.
"Um, hey," I said.
"Hi," she said. "I don't think we've met. I'm your mum's friend, Leanne."
"Oh, that's cool. I'm Rosa. Has Mum offered you tea?"
"Oh yes. I said I didn't want any. But thanks for asking."
"So, how d'you know her?"
"Well, my husband Alex and I have been her friends since secondary school."
"Oh, that's interesting. Did my mum go out or something?"
"Yeah, she popped out for a moment."
"So, ... did you do anything on Bonfire Night?" I asked, racking my brains for something to talk about so there wasn't an awkward silence.
"Well, Alex and I went to a fireworks display together. You?"
"Well, I went with my ex."
"Oh, I'm sorry you're not together anymore."
"Well, I am too, but I found someone else so I'm happy again."
"Oh, that's good then."
"Yeah. He's round here, now."
"Oh, is he? That's nice. I remember one time Tirana - your mother - needed company and I stayed round hers a lot. It's nice to do stuff with friends like that. Alex wasn't too happy, though.
"Oh, that's a shame."
I heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Oh, it sounds like Ross is coming down," I said brightly.
Leanne frowned slightly. "Ross? Is that his name?"
I nodded.
Ross appeared in the doorway. He froze when he saw Leanne.
"Hey," I said, turning to him. "What's wrong?"
He stared at Leanne. "What is she doing here?"
"Who? This is Mum's friend."
"I know perfectly well who she is."
Leanne looked pale.
"Who?" I asked.
"My mother."
I could see the barely contained anger in his expression. Undisguised loathing was present in his eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said. "And I talked to her, ... was conversational. Oh darling, what must you think of me?"
I turned to the suddenly unwanted woman on my couch.
"I think you should go," I said coolly.
"Rosa, that's no way to talk to a guest," my mother said sternly as she walked in carrying shopping bags.
"How can you let her come round after what she did to Ross, Mum?" I asked, appalled.
"She's my friend, Rosa. Wouldn't you stand by Jack?"
Leanne stood up, looking nervous. "Maybe I should go. It was nice to see you Rani."
"Oh don't be silly, Leanne. You only just got here."
I could sense Ross bristling with anger behind me.
Leanne looked apologetically at Ross. "I am sorry, Ross."
Ross wasn't behind me anymore. At least it didn't feel like he was there. I could no longer sense him at my shoulder level. I suddenly heard a frightening sound behind my legs. It was a snarl. I turned and found myself looking at a wolf.
A wolf in my house! Where was Ross? And then I looked closer. The wolf's fur was the colour of ash. That wasn't the usual colour for a wolf's pelt. The brown eyes might be unfamiliar and lupine but that fur was definitely the colour of Ross's hair.
"Ross?" I asked, not quite daring to believe my eyes.
I saw the wolf give a slight nod.
Behind me, Leanne screamed. "Rani, there's a wolf in your house!"
I crouched down, ignoring her shouts and lay a hand on the wolf's fur.
Cold fury. Sharp thoughts. It was Ross and he was furious.
She is so going to regret coming here.
'Hey, darling, calm down,' I thought. 'She'll go away.'
I want her to suffer, Rosa.
"Rosa, get your hand off that wolf. He's dangerous," my mother shouted.
I rolled my eyes. "He's my kingfisher, Mum. I doubt he's going to bite me."
'You won't, will you?'
Of course not, darling.
"What is a wolf doing in your house?" Leanne asked. "And why is Rosa petting it?"
I turned to face her, but kept my hand on Ross's rough hide.
"This wolf is your son," I said. "And he is the best boyfriend in the world. If you don't get out right now, you deserve what he's thinking of doing to you."
"Don't be silly. That's not Ross," Leanne said.
Ross growled.
I wondered suddenly where my mum had gone. Seconds later she reappeared, to be followed by a great big wolf about twice the size of Ross. This wolf's fur was the dark brown and tinged with grey and reminded me of the waves of hair that belonged to...
Dad nodded and slowly walked towards Ross.
Ross's hackles were raised and he was growling louder. His gaze was fixed on Leanne who looked as if she were about to faint.
Suddenly, Ross lunged forwards in Leanne's direction.
My dad reacted quickly, throwing himself in front of Ross to obstruct his path, snarling.
"Stop!" I yelled. I quickly stood up and walked over to them. I stood in front of my dad so that I was between him and Ross. "You are not attacking my kingfisher."
I bent down again and turned towards Ross. I stroked his fur. "I love you," I said aloud.
"Rani, your daughter's gone crazy," Leanne said nervously.
"Oh shut up," I said. "Look what you've done to your own flesh and blood. You've made him so angry, so bitter that he's turned into a wolf."
I stood up. "And you know what's infuriating? The fact you abandoned him means there's a massive great wall closing off his deeper emotions. Do you know how difficult that makes the relationship?"
"Rosa, go to your room now!" Mum said, looking shocked.
"No," I said defiantly. "My kingfisher is upset and distressed because of this woman. How can you still be friends with her? She ruined my lover's life."
I crouched down again and turned to Ross. "I am so sorry," I murmured, stroking his fur again. "I love you. I don't care if you attack anyone. Just don't be so dispassionate all the time."
Ross leant forwards and licked my cheek. I laughed as his rough tongue tickled my skin.
"Rani, the ash-coloured wolf just licked your daughter!"
"Um, shall we see each other another time?" my mum asked.
"But what about the wolves?!"
"The ... the wolves are fine. I'm going to call an expert. I think we need as few people around as possible, so they don't get aggravated."
Leanne looked dubious. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." My mother smiled.
"Shall we say tomorrow, my place?"
Leanne carefully stepped over my dad and her son and walked out, casting nervous glances behind her to check they weren't following her or eyeing her up for dinner.
"Hey, can you stay like this darling?" I asked, putting my arms around him.
I don't think your parents would be too happy.
'I don't care about them.'
Okay. Let's go out to the garden.
I smiled as I stood up and walked out to the garden, Ross at my side.
"I'll talk to you about this later," my mother called, sounding weary, but still angry.
Outside, I sat and huddled close to Ross in the cool winter air. I had one arm around him as if he were a dog. Really, he wasn't very much different from a dog. He was a small wolf, I could tell, from the difference between his size and Dad's. I couldn't quite believe that my dad could turn into a wolf. But then again, I hadn't known this about witches.
"When were you going to tell me you were a werewolf?" I asked jokingly.
'Well, I hoped I wouldn't have to. We're supposed to be aggressive in this form.'
Yeah. The feline form is the affectionate one. Do you like cats?
"I love them."
'I can turn into one now if you want.'
"It's a bit cold at the minute, so if you do, do it when we're indoors."
Of course. I don't feel the cold so much like this so it's easy to forget the season.
I smiled. "How can Leanne think you're a freak? You're so amazing."
'I'm glad you think so, but remember that she doesn't even know I'm a witch.'
'Oh yeah. She just thinks I'm some severely abnormal human.'
"That's no reason to abandon you."
'I didn't say it was. I hate her for that. You were right when you said that she ruined my life.'
"Ah well. I'm here to look after you now. To fill those gaps which the people you needed allowed to develop."
'I'm very glad.'
"Me too. I like being there for someone, especially where someone else has dismally failed."
'You're so lovely.'
"Thank you."
'No problem.'
I buried my head in his fur as I hugged him. I'd always had a soft spot for furry animals, but who could have guessed I'd end up hugging a wolf? It was bewildering.
I sat there for a long time, warm and content: awed by my boyfriend's abilities: pleased that he had them rather than fearing them. It made him more special, more of the precious person I loved so much.
'I love you,' I thought to him.
'You've said.'
I laughed. 'I'm so happy you're mine.'


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The Third Challenge- The Black ReservoirMature
Act 6
(Later at Daz's)
Greg: Alliance?
Bastian: Well we get on well, don't we? Why not?
Greg: I just wanna leave the competition alive that's all.
Bastian: Me too.
Greg: Bastian why aren't you a chav?
Bastian: Well I just knew when I started school, I was never meant to be like that, it was hard but being true to myself was the most important factor…
Chantelle (from distance): WHOEVER SAID THAT SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Greg: God in the great blue sky, it's scary how things like that can be heard from miles away in this town.
Bastian: So anyway, Greg, no need to ask about you.
Greg: You knew me, like before you met me?
Bastian: Well no in a matter of speaking, there is always a lot of gossip about you, not by name, but also tagged as the fucking hillbilly that arrived at this town and is beginning to fuck things up for us.
Greg: How'd you know that would be me?
Bastian: Greg, you're the only southern american around in a 1000 mile radius. I know they were discussing you.
Greg: Great I'm so popular I see, anyhow the third task, it's at your school right?
Bastian: That would be correct.
Greg: Any idea what it might be?
Bastian: No idea at all…
George: (on phone): Come on Greg pick up
Bastian: … Did you know that you produce enough saliva in your life time, to fill three swimming pools?
Greg: So you're tellin' me? That if I spat from when I was a little one, to when I was dead and buried, my spit would fill up three full swimming pools?
Bastian: Yes.
Greg: That is crazy, tell me more…
(Ignores his phone)
(Back to George)
George: (sighs) now who do hang around with…
(Lucy then conventionally comes around the street corner)
George: My prayer is answered.
Lucy: Hi George, where's Greg?
George: Hanging with that... ugh Bastian. Where are your friends?
Lucy: Hanging with that... ugh Claire. From Greenwood you know? the emo girl.
George: Aren't you a nun anymore? (Noticing she is no longer in her nun robes)
Lucy: No I'm not, it seems no matter what I do I just can't seem to impress anyone lately. I tried to say a prayer to that Wilhelmina yesterday, over her dead friend Mary and then she snaps at me I've been taking too long and I'm being disrespectful and storms off… I mean I do all I can to impress people.
George: Well you know (has to make morale decision to back Lucy up and then become her boyfriend, but then Lucy will become like her old dependent self, or encourage her to be independent and not become her boyfriend)
George (sighing): Lucy, you need to stop trying to impress people.
Lucy: What?
George: It's just you brilliant 99% of the time, but you've hit a rough patch and you need to show people that your own person, well someone independent, who doesn't need a boyfriend, or needs to be a nun for that matter.
Lucy: So you're saying…
(Sarah bounds up to them)
Sarah: Would you like gingers for justice…
Lucy and George: FUCK OFF!
Sarah: God, so rude.
(Walks off)
Lucy: So you're saying… I should…
George: Forget Dean and Elliot, just go befriend Imogen again, then you work your way back to Dean and Elliot if you want too, but…
Lucy: But…?
George: You know what? you don't have to listen to me word by word. do what you feel is right.
(Lucy hugs George)
Lucy: Thanks friend I guess I will.
(Skips off)
George: What the hell did I just do? (Walks off)
George (thinking): I should have just told her how not to feel sorry for herself and then snogged her face off, still (pulls out "How to Get a girlfriend who will become your wife… for dummies") this really did help with that speech, now I just have to wait 6 months to a year and she might kiss me!
(Walks off excited…)
Jack: HA! YOU LOSE!
Elliot: Fuck this FIFA's trash!
Claire: Oh you just upset you lost Ellie-dunkins.
Dean: Ellie-dunkins?
Elliot: The name depresses me.
Claire: I like it, come on Elliot.
(They leave to go upstairs)
Rhys: Are they?
(Hears banging)
Dean: Oh yes, well done mate, well done Elliot! finally lost his virginity, after 5 years chasing that hoe and with a new girlfriend you lose it after 5 minutes.
(Jack and Rhys stare at him)
Dean: What?
Jack: You are aware you're speaking to yourself?
Dean: Erm, I'm not mad… so err where's your girlfriend Jack?
Jack: You know me and Florence broke up.
Rhys: Again, you'll be back together soon.
Jack: Where's your girlfriend Rhys?
Rhys: Oh she's probably…
(Door bursts open, Sarah and Thomas storm in cut, bloody in torn clothes with wide eyes)
Sarah: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!
Rhys: (timidly) Ermm babe are you alright?
Sarah: Oh yes I've never been fucking better!
Thomas: I had to save Sarah here from a bunch of pit bulls that were unleashed on the gingers, lots were slaughtered, it was horrible…
Sarah: And it was so nice my boyfriend was there for emotional support!
Rhys: Sarah this is hard on me!
Sarah: Oh you poor soul.
Jack: Can you please not bicker? Or I am I asking for too much?
(Imogen walks in)
Rhys: Whose this Jack? You're new girlfriend?
Imogen: It's Imogen you fool! Jack invited me to this sleepover and no I'm not his girlfriend so don't jerk off at the thought.
Rhys: What, why are you here then?
Jack: Imogen's safe she isn't like Florence.
Imogen: Finally someone who understands.
Jack: So anyhow Thomas how is Asif?
Thomas: Just relived to be out of the contest and alive.
Imogen: Oh God I wish I was, mum's training me to the death.
Dean: Wait who is your mum?
Imogen: The Queen. I just had to finish my training session with Prince Harry and William.
Dean: Really?
Imogen: No, Jesus you're starting to sound like Chelsea.
Rhys: Hey Jack what you doing?
(Jack hides something under his shirt)
Jack: Nothing.
Sarah: Any idea on the third challenge then?
Dean: Hordes of gingers?
Sarah: Ha, ha so funny (slaps Dean)
Imogen: I have no idea but it ain't gonna be good.
(The next day the third task at Greenwood)
Suzanne: ...and here we are at the third task of the Penti-Present tournament, which is said to be the biggest so far, yet the funders of this contest remain anomalous…
(A passing Thomas overhear's this)
Thomas: Well that was strange, something about not knowing who funded this thing.
George: Probably Frank Tibet himself.
Lucy: His in prison George, he couldn't.
Florence: Thou art begging the question who did thy sin?
Jack: Oh you think this is a sin now?
Helpless TA: Only because she can't get her snidy little fingers all over the cameras.
Chelsea: Helpless TA, you need to learn to vent your anger out in different ways.
Aaron: I never thought I'd hear Chelsea say "Learn" to any other living thing.
Ryan: Me too man. Anyhow come on Gordon…
John: That's fake…
Jaya: ...and gay, please be quiet we are trying to observe this task.
John: But…?
Thomas: Jaya has spoken your argument is invalid.
Asif: I just glad to be on the side-lines and not in that tournament anymore.
Sanjay: As-if.
Charmaine: (Without warning) Oi Florence! what ya doing!?
(Florence quickly hides something under her shirt)
Florence: Nothing.
Andrew: Florence you never do nothing.
Florence: Well I am now.
Andrew: I'm losing interest in you.
Dean: Well Lucy you ain't a nun no more.
Lucy: No I'm not, I want to apologise to you, well everyone, but firstly Imogen.
Dean: Wow you didn't overkill the apology this is new.
Lucy: I know you hate me for what I said, but can we at least try to be civil. I'm not a complete witch you know?
Chantelle: That can be debated.
Dean: Chantelle shut up, I dunno Lucy… maybe?
(Meanwhile Backstage)
Gordon: Well what is the task…?
Mrs Conrad: I can reveal you will get a sinking sensation…
Gordon: I DON'T WANNA SINK!
Elliot: Anything else we should know?
Kyle: I can kill in there.
Leanne: So can I.
Natasha: And me.
Timmy: Me too.
Harold: All five of us in case you haven't noticed.
Imogen: Thanks for reminding me, Harold my man, I could never count to five otherwise...
(Outside the crowd is cheering)
Announcer: WELCOME! WELCOME! TO THE THIRD TASK OF THE PENTI- PRESENT TOURNAMENT, TODAY'S TASK IS FAIRLY SIMPLE, THE 15 REMAINING COMPETITORS WILL HAVE TO SWIM TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RESERVOIR AT THE BACK OF THE SCHOOL, CAMERAS WILL RECORD THEIR PROGRESS, EACH COMPETITOR SHALL WEAR A DIVING OUTFIT.
Gordon: I'M HYDROPHOBIOC!
Mrs Conrad: Shut up you skinny life form!
Announcer: AND THEY MUST REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE RESERVOIR TO COLLECT THE 10 STARS THERE, THE COMPETITORS WHO REACH THE STARS FIRST AND GET TO THE SURFACE FIRST, WILL PROCEED TO THE FOURTH CHALLENGE. HOWEVER THERE IS A WAY TO DIE IN THIS TASK, AS EACH COMPETITOR WILL BE GIVEN KNIVES!
Imogen: How original…
Announcer: AND THEY MAY USE THIS KNIFE, TO STAB OR CUT OFF ANOTHER COMPETITORS AIR SUPPLY! ONCE ALL THE STARS HAVE BEEN COLLECTED OR FIVE ARE DEAD! THE TASK ENDS, ARE YOU COMPETITORS READY?
Greg: No but what the hell…
Bastian: I'm swimming for the surface, if my air supply gets cut, were still in an alliance Greg.
Greg: Course, let's do this.
Elliot: That sounded wrong…
Imogen (in diving suit): How original is this? An underwater task, very Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire if you ask me and what's last? a task with a maze at Black Crest, with a trophy in the middle?
Official: Err… no don't be daft…
Wilhelmina (from side-lines): Thinking about this logically how…?
Mrs Conrad: … is this physically possible? I'd ask you the same question, about how you're still alive in this town with your ludicrous name.
Wilhelmina: It's upper class.
Mrs Conrad: Exactly.
Greg (peering at water): This is a reservoir? The water's blacker than the spots on my cows back home!
Imogen: The black lake... very Harry Potter like now...
Greg: If this is reservoir, what are the sewers like?
Gordon: Not very nice to say the least, trust me I've been down there.
Announcer: ON YOUR MARKS GET SET… GO!
(They all dive in)
(Greg swims)
Greg (thinking): God this water is black, I guess this is Mortdale pollution all right, I can't see a thing, hang on whose that?
(He sees Kyle and another boy brawling underwater)
Greg (thinking): Don't wanna approach that, okay just keep swimming, just keep swimming, thinking finding Nemo here, reach the bottom, damn I'm so slow, wait who's that?
(Looks at figure shooting upwards with his star)
Announcer: AND HERE HE IS! GORDON HARRIS IS IN FIRST ONCE AGAIN!
(Chavs cheer)
Announcer: AND HERE COMES DAVID! FROM THE SECONDARY SCHOOL OF MORTALY- DALE, TAKING SECOND PLACE, OH HELLO WHAT'S THIS… YES KYLE AND LEANNE HAVE MANAGED TO KILL DAVE FROM MORTDALE SECONDARY SCHOOL AND YES THE CHALLENGE CONTINUES…
(Back underwater)
Greg (thinking): This silence is unnerving, wait is that the ground…
(Touches floor)
Greg: (thinking) a star, a yellow one, (pulls at it until it comes loose, hears a swoosh behind him, he turns to see Bastian)
(Greg smiles, Bastian is about to smile back but then his face looks fearful, Bastian grabs his star as Greg turns and Kyle bounds right into Greg and slashes at him, cutting Greg's leg, Harold and Natasha, move in to finish Greg off, but Bastian breaks Natasha's air supply with a swish of his knife, a struggling Natasha drowns and dies).
Harold: (Thinking): Fuck you…
(He slices at Bastian, a passing Imogen with her star,slashes her knife at Harold from behind, his air supply is cut and he drowns and dies, Leanne bounds straight to Imogen and they engage in a brutal fight).
Greg (thinking): Shit, (he lifts Bastian on his shoulder) just swim up… up…
Announcer: TWO MORE DEAD, NATASHA AND HAROLD, THAT LEAVES TWO MORE TO BE ELIMINATED!
(Back underwater, Imogen flees Leanne, but she and Kyle swim faster and reach the surface first)
Kyle: We should have stayed and killed the rest of them!
Leanne: Babe next time, I promise ya, plus Timmy's still down there.
(Imogen is next to reach the surface)
(Down below)
Elliot (thinking): Got my star, got my…
(he turns and is heartbroken to see a dead Claire floating nearby, he turns and finds the killer Timmy grinning at him, enraged he strikes)
Greg (thinking): Come on… come on…
(Pushes himself and Bastian forward and upwards, he struggles with his wounds but finally they both reach the surface)
(Back underwater)
(Elliot and Timmy are in a brutal bloody fight, but Elliot makes a brutal kill, in his anger he slices Timmy's head off, alone with his mere knife.)
Elliot (thinking): Revenge….


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The Houston Dynamo looked like a team in danger of falling out of the playoff picture, but if we have learned anything over the years, it is that you can never count the Dynamo out when the post-season is approaching.
The Dynamo snapped a four-match winless streak, and catapulted into fourth place in the Eastern conference, on the strength of a 1-0 victory over the Philadelphia Union on Saturday night at PP&L Park.
Ricardo Clark headed home a long free kick from Brad Davis to give the Dynamo a precious road win that helped them move back into a playoff place after previously residing in sixth place to start the weekend.
The match had its share of controversy after a 30th-minute Keon Daniel free kick beat Tally Hall only to be waved off after Amobi Okugo was whistled for interfering with Hall on the kick.
The Dynamo nearly opened the scoring in the 21st minute, but Cam Weaver squandered two quality scoring chances just seconds apart to keep Houston off the scoreboard early.
The Union nearly found their own opening goal just three minutes later when Conor Casey headed a perfect Fabinho cross just over the crossbar for what was one of the Union's best chances of the night.
Jack McInerney's struggles continued as he saw a golden opportunity to equalize slip by him in the 72nd minute. The second-half substitute slipped a close-range shot just wide of goal on a night that extended his goal-less drought to 12 matches.
The loss dropped the Union into sixth place in the East, tied on points with fifth-place Chicago, which has a game in hand. The Union have a week off now before returning to action against Sporting Kansas City on Sept. 27th.
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Was at the match last night. Great atmosphere. With the exception of Fabhino, the Union looked snakebit last night. First touches were heavy, passes were just a bit too off, shots were just a bit too wide or high. So much for the big changes Hackworth was threatening this week.
Felt bad for Keon, but Okugo was offside, it was close, but clear.
I've said it before, but I think what we see is what Philly's got. There are some kep players that are either young and still learning (MacMath McInerney Okugo) or just lack the quality to be lead leaders in their roles (Gaddis, Daniel, Farfan, HACKWORTH).
They have to make some moves this summer once the Adu money comes free.
Okugo was whistled for interference not offside. The replay showed that it was a very soft call. Probably should have been 1-1.
He was called offside, which he clearly was. The interference was incidental.
You are correct and the call was correct. I was watching the match in a bar and couldn't hear the broadcasters. I assumed the call was interference. After seeing the replay it turns out to be a justified and well earned 1-0 win.
No prob. At PPL folks all initially thought he was being called for interference, too (self included), which would have been a very weak call, but when they showed the replay (and I double checked it at home), it was clearly an issue of offside. Nevermind that fact that if either side had finished half of their quality chances the match could have ended 3-3…
There are still points to get and determine who is in and out of the playoffs, but…
Where are all my Dynamo doubters at?
Also I'm sad to see moffat go but getting the team younger should always be a priority.
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It was a tough match for both teams. Too many chances were squandered by both. Still, the Orange played tough and showed me resiliency. I was encouraged to see Cummings come in late and play really well. I think he will start next week or at least be a first sub. His speed is too great to let sit on the bench. Bruin will break out and I hope he starts doing so starting next week. Too many chances and no results. Can play havoc with the mind. Great win for the Orange and hope this leads to a season ending charge.
I remember a time when Houston use to be threatening on set pieces. I remember a time when Houston was known for having a stellar defense and deep roster. I remember a time when Houston had leadership out there on the pitch. Gone are all these things so it's really surprising that they actually scored on a set piece and posted a shutout. I'm glad to see the veterans step it up.
The new guys don't respect what Brian Ching or Brad Davis represent because leadership comes by doing and this year those two haven't really done anything. Their confidence is down because Adam Moffat was consistently having turnovers with the ball which lead to goals being scored by opposing teams and the fact that Will Bruin & Cam Weaver couldn't score a goal if the goalie left the pitch for a water break in the middle of the game. The Dynamo lack leadership on the pitch, someone to rally the war-cry. Ching & Pat Onstad did it in the past and Brad Davis did it the last couple of years, I think either Ricardo Clark or Boniek Garcia need to step it up this year.
how is it offsides if he doesn't come in contact with the ball? if the call is correct? just about every free kick has a man offsides so then should almost everyone of them be waved off


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Harry James Potter groaned as rolled over in bed. He'd been woken up by a loud pounding and an insistent shrieking outside his door. It was a reminder that today was Harry's first day of summer. Most teenagers loved summer the chance to sleep in and a break from schoolwork. But not Harry. For Harry summer meant an endless list of chores, meager meals and the loving company of his relatives, the dear sweet Dursleys.
Not wanting to but having no choice Harry rolled out of bed and fumbled putting on his glasses before opening his eyes. However something strange happened when he opened his eyes. His surroundings were incredibly blurry. Frowning he pulled off his glasses to clean them. They must have gotten smudged or something when Dudley pushed him into the bushes in front of the house when they got back yesterday as a welcome home present. Once his glasses were off he realized he could see perfectly. His jaw hanging open in shock Harry quickly lifted his head to look around the room in awe of being able to see so clearly without his glasses. Then just like that everything was blurry again and he had to put his glasses on once more. Confused and worried that maybe he was going a bit mad he shrugged it off and trudged downstairs to start breakfast.
The incident was soon forgotten until he woke up several days later in the middle of the night to extreme cramps. His whole body was tingling and tensing. It felt like he was being stretched and it was painful. There was nothing he could do about it though and so he simply tried to relax and get back to sleep. He brought it up with his aunt the next day and she hardly spared him a glance before saying he probably just hit a growth spurt. Harry did notice that he was a few inches taller. He'd always been average in a height, maybe a little on the short side, but average nonetheless and gaining a few inches was exciting to him. However he wasn't quite sure that you were supposed to grow several inches in just one night.
He decided not to worry about it. Who knows maybe puberty was more severe and happened more quickly for wizards than muggles? Being cooped at the Dursleys was making him crazy. For once he was just a normal boy going through normal changes. There was nothing to worry about, he was sure. Besides he had other things to worry about like Voldemort's return, the death of Cedric Diggory and the reason why his friends had not yet written to him this summer.
His feelings of peace all changed when a week later Harry was working in the yard and everything suddenly went blurry. He took off his glasses and everything was once again in perfect clarity. Feeling extremely strange Harry rubbed at his eyes and blinked a few times to see if it would go away. It didn't. He stood there not knowing what to do. Harry wasn't quite as smart as Hermione or had as much experience in the wizarding world as Ron but even Harry knew that going from being as blind as a bat to seeing in perfect detail wasn't a normal part of growing up, even for wizards.
"Boy what do you think you're doing just standing about?" demanded Aunt Petunia.
Harry turned to look at her still at lost for words as to what was going on.
"What have you done to your eyes!?" she shrieked, her voice shriller than normal.
"What? What's wrong with them?" Harry gasped his hands immediately going to his face. He looked around for a reflective surface he could look into. What could possibly be happening to his eyes?
"We told you, you couldn't use any of that freakishness here!" she shouted.
"I didn't do anything. I swear. Aunt Petunia what's wrong with my eyes?" Harry begged feeling his panic rising.
For once his Aunt seemed to take pity on him or else even her prejudiced mind was able to realize that her nephew was truly terrified about what was going on.
"Your eyes are gray," she said.
"Gray?" Harry said feeling off.
"Yes, it must be some sort of freakish disease. Go to your room until it's other with, I won't have whatever freakish thing that's wrong with you affecting my Diddykins," she said dismissively, seeming to have reached her kindness level towards Harry for the day.
Harry gaped at her in disbelief. Was he sick? Could this be some sort of wizard disease affecting him? He tried not to panic. It couldn't be anything too serious it wasn't even harmful. It was actually sort of a good thing being able to see without his glasses. He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Harry stared into his newly acquired pale gray eyes not really knowing how to feel about them. Was this permanent or would they be able to change them back into the vibrant green of his mum's? Everyone always said he had his mother's eyes and he didn't want to lose that.
He stood staring for several more moments before returning to his room. He lay down on his lumpy bed and closed his eyes. He rubbed them and reopened them hoping that his eyesight had returned to normal. There was no such luck. His vision was still in perfect clarity. He couldn't even write to anyone for help since the wizarding world seemed to decide to ignore his existence this summer. Bitterness welled inside Harry at the thought but he shoved those feelings aside to focus on the more important matter of the fact that his eyes were now a completely different color.
He needed information and so he did the only thing he could think of. He turned towards his school texts. Over the next several weeks it was like revisiting the summer after his first year. The Dursleys kept him locked in his room and fed him through the cat flap afraid that they would catch whatever disease was making his features change. He kept track of his growth and tried to stretch and work out the uncomfortable twinges and aches of his muscles as they shifted and grew. He didn't have a mirror in his room so he couldn't constantly watch his face change. It made his infrequent trips to the look in the bathroom mirror all the more startling for the changes were all the more noticeable to him.
He sent an owl order to Flourish and Blotts to purchase as many different books on wizarding diseases and ailments as he could. When no results turned up he bought books on different curses and transfiguration spells that might be the cause for his changing appearance. But no matter how much he searched he continually found nothing to explain what was wrong with him. The only thing he did find was a new passion for reading and acquiring new information. A lot of the books he ended up reading were obscure and had information in them that he hadn't known anything about. He also found that information seemed to stick more readily in his mind something he was extremely grateful for.
Harry was still terrified about the changes in his appearance, though. He just didn't know what to do about them. He wanted to contact his friends but none of them had written to him all summer. Harry had no one who could help him, he was left all alone going through this transformation without any guidance or knowledge about what was happening to him. And the more the features of his face changed the more terrified he became.
Harry just didn't know how this was possible. From his readings he'd learned that such a thing should be impossible. People just didn't start looking like a completely new person as they grew up. Sure they went through some changes but never to the extent to what Harry was going through now. He looked like an entirely different person now! He thought maybe he was going insane or maybe that this was some elaborate scheme of Voldemort's to make him go insane. What other explanations could there possibly be? He didn't know and he couldn't find any other answers to his problem and that's what had him so worried.
The changes seemed to have completed themselves around midway through the summer. He no longer had any muscle aches or pains and his features had settled and were no longer changing daily. The change had left him almost a foot taller, reaching six feet with a broader more eye catching frame. Harry had taken to stealing extra food from the Dursleys when they were asleep at night seeing as it was the only way to keep up with his ever expanding body, the consequences be damned he desperately needed the nutrients. For with the rapid growth and changing of his body he wouldn't have survived on the merger rations the Dursleys gave him. As it was he was still too skinny for his much larger frame.
He now also possessed hair that was somehow an even deeper black than it had been before and though it now lay flat against his skull it had taken to curling at the ends. His newly acquired pale gray eyes were heavy lidded and surrounded by thick dark lashes. He had retained his perfect vision something he was very grateful for since he no longer had to worry about fixing and maintaining his glasses. His face was sharp with high-sculpted cheekbones and a strong square jaw, full lips and an aristocratic nose. At the risk of sounding vain the transformation had left Harry incredibly handsome.
One night before bed he heard sounds coming from downstairs. There was a thump and a crash that sounded like someone had knocked over the vase of flowers Aunt Petunia kept on a table in the hallway. The Dursleys had gone on vacation for the weekend so it couldn't have been them. They had thoughtfully left his room unlocked since even they had known that he couldn't last three days locked up without access to a bathroom. Terrified that Death Eaters might have broken in Harry grabbed his wand from the floorboard under his bed before making his way downstairs. Once downstairs he was confronted with a large black man, helping a woman with spiky pink hair up off the floor and two of his former professors. Well technically just one of his former professors since the other had been imprisoned while someone else impersonated him.
"Who are you?"Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody demanded. Of course with his magical eye he would be the first one to detect Harry creeping down the dark staircase.
"It's me, Harry," said Harry cringing when he spoke. He didn't even sound like himself anymore. No, his new voice was smoother, silkier and vaguely familiar. He'd heard it before he just couldn't remember where exactly.
"There's no way you're Potter," Moody spat back.
"Well I am how else would I have gotten past the wards?" snapped Harry and he lifted his bangs to reveal the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
"What shape does your patronus take?" asked Remus Lupin.
"A stag," replied Harry firmly. There was a shocked silence for a moment as the adults absorbed the fact that this tall handsome, completely unfamiliar boy before them was actually Harry Potter.
"Merlin, Harry that's really you?" Remus breathed in shocked amazement.
"Yes, I don't know what's happened. I don't know why I look like this. Do you know what's happened to me?" asked Harry desperate for answers.
"I… don't know, I've never heard… we—" stuttered Remus only to be cut off by Moody.
"We don't have time for this let's get him back to Headquarters and we can sort this out there."
"Right, grab your things Harry. You'll be gone for the rest of the summer," Remus informed still sounding a little dazed.
Thrilled at the turn of events Harry raced to get his trunk out of his cupboard and his other things from under the floorboard of his room. He had quite a few texts stored away upstairs since he'd gone on his little information gathering spree. He had even ended up buying and reading books that hadn't had anything to do with researching his sudden transformation. He really had surprised himself by the way he'd suddenly become interested in absorbing new information in plethora of different subjects. Even more surprising was the fact that he understood and remembered what he was reading.
Harry gathered the books he wanted to take with him and placed them in his trunk while Remus looked on with a surprised but approving look as he saw all the books he'd accumulated.
"Before we leave Harry let me introduce you to Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks. They're Aurors who are also working for the Order," Remus explained.
"Mr. Potter," the large black man, Kingsley, greeted as he looked him over critically no doubt perturbed by Harry's radical change in appearance.
"Wotcher Harry, and don't call me Nymphadora," said the pink haired woman seeming to take the fact that he didn't look like Harry Potter was supposed to in stride.
"Nice to meet you both. But what's this Order you mentioned? And this Headquarters where we're going?" Harry asked.
"We'll explain when we get there. Now we've dawdled long enough let's move," commanded Moody.
"Right, take my arm Harry," Remus offered his arm while Kingsley grabbed up Harry's trunk.
As Harry stepped closer to Remus he couldn't help but notice that he was now just as tall as his professor. Harry wasn't used to being so tall. It was sort of nice. He'd always been one of the shorter boys in his years, which he had always vaguely resented especially when some of the younger years started growing taller than him.
Moody counted off followed by the jarring feeling of being squeezed through a tube and then they were standing outside on a street lined with London townhouses. Moody had Harry read the address of the building they would be going to since it was under the Fidelius Charm and just like that Number 12 Grimmauld Place made its appearance right between numbers 11 and 13. Harry was momentarily distracted from his worries about his transformation to think about why they were here and what the whole Order thing was about. It had to be some sort of anti-Voldemort group. This led to thoughts on Voldemort and what old snake face had been up to this summer.
Harry shrugged it off and proceeded to follow the others into Grimmauld Place hoping that it would hold all the answers he'd been seeking.


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I've probably met hundreds of European students making their requisite American pilgrimage. And every one of them visits the same places: New York, Los Angeles, a national park in Arizona or Utah. They then return home with photos of these symbols of America -- the Statue of Liberty, the Hollywood sign, the Grand Canyon.
But their collection is incomplete, missing a vital piece of America, one that most Americans have never observed: it is not a photograph, but an experience. It involves flying to Nashville, renting a car, driving west on what's called Music Highway to Memphis, then taking Highway 61 through the Mississippi Delta to New Orleans. It is a road trip that cuts right through the heart of the country, through a diverse forgotten America that most of us thought minimalls and Wal-Marts had wiped out.
For here, in these few hundred miles, lie four potent symbols of American culture: the Grand Ole Opry, the juke joint, Sun Studio and Preservation Hall. And not only are these four institutions -- representing country, blues, rock and jazz -- the breeding ground for some of America's greatest gifts to the world but they are places where these traditions still dwell intact.
At the Grand Ole Opry, a living tradition unfurls itself on stage, with modern country stars performing alongside old-timers. Though it has moved from its longtime home, the Ryman Auditorium, to the more modern Opryville complex, it remains the down-home, Southern family's answer to the hoity-toity grand opera of the North. To sit in this auditorium and listen to family string bands reanimate old folk songs, be subjected to nonstop advertisements for GooGoo Clusters, and watch clog dancers in front of a barn backdrop, is to return to an era in which popular entertainment was a family, communal experience.
After the Opry, and perhaps a stop at one of Nashville's famous meat-and-three restaurants (a meat dish and three sides), drive westward on I-40 to Memphis, stopping to snack on some of the world's best dry-rub ribs (at the Rendezvous) and barbecue (Cozy Corner) before visiting Graceland and, most important, the Sun Studio, the wellspring that put rock and roll on the world map, and still in use.
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The last couple of years has raised the visibility of the current state of our seas in the public eye, and culminated with the meeting of the World Parks Congress and the Promise of Sydney, which calls for global no-take reserve coverage of 30%. Today, only 3% of the world's oceans are protected in marine protected areas, and globally only 1.6% are protected strongly in no-take marine reserves. To see the current levels of promised protection globally, see our table HERE.
With the designation and implementation of these 26 currently proposed MPAs or MPA networks, the global percentage of marine protected areas would rise from its current 3% to 6%. The bulk of this increase would be based on proposed MPAs in Australia, Cook Islands, New Caledonia, French Polynesia, and Antarctica. Encouragingly, many of these expansions are expected to include no-take marine areas. No-take marine reserves would be increased from 1.6% to 2.4% of our seas.
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If your son truly did not know they were stolen, I would not allow him to plead guilty. He has to have had the requisite "mens rea" or state of mind to have committed the crime. The burden is upon the state prosecutor to show that he had "guilty knowledge" that the rims were stolen property at the time that he purchased them. This must be proven beyond a reasonable doubt, it cannot be left to speculation for the jury.
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A man who has a passion for writing, is losing his sanity, has hid himself in an abandoned cottage near a town and discovers more about himself and what he is capable of while he is there.
A pool of blood surrounded him as he woke up feeling faint. He knew what to do, he knew it wasn't him. Police have proved that somebody was framing him and where determined to find out who. Thomas B. Haggard had a theory, a theory which he used as his rule, a rule that he lived by. Let no one in. He always thought that a person could never feel an emotion they didn't want to feel. Perhaps he thought humans were like robots, robots that could turn their emotions on and off like the switch on the back of a superman action figure. The more he used this theory, the more the doubts were able to sink in. The more he couldn't control his emotions. The more he lost his sanity.
See, nobody ever thought much of Thomas all they ever knew was that he was 30, was from Oklahoma and was in the middle of a divorce. All the towns people were bound to find out as soon as he moved there. After all, it was a small town, and in a small town, word can get around pretty fast. Even so, Thomas didn't live in town; he lived in a small cottage far from the village, which over bared the lake. He intended to stay there, even though in the back of his head, he knew that anything could happen to him and no one would know. You could say this was because he was an anomalous person, or you could also say this was because he had no intention whatsoever to be near a person because he couldn't trust himself. But how would we know? Anyone can make an assumption, but not anyone can make an assumption and be positive that they are right. The type of person to live isolated from everyone is not a person who you would trust. Yet Thomas was always able to gain the trust of anyone he intended to gain the trust of. He never failed.
Thomas was in the middle of a divorce because he caught his wife red handed in an intimate session with man he or she barely knew. Before this, Thomas was close to breaking, no one knew why and no one is sure he even knew. But this drove him off the cliff, this was the turning point. So he ran. He ran as far as he could until he found the cottage, the lake, and the town. He thought he was running from his troubles. What he didn't know, was that his troubles were just beginning.
Writing was a passion for Thomas, he wrote novels, his life experiences and many other pieces; he could sit at his desk with his laptop for hours on end, constantly tapping the keys of the keyboard. Once he had an idea, it was impossible for him to stop, and it was impossible for anyone to stop him. People told him that his writing was imaginative, interesting and always had a mysterious twist, like a secret. Each of his novels had something of a secret, you knew it was there but you just couldn't figure it out, that's what made him so elusive. Soon enough Thomas's writing began to interfere with his life, with his wife with everything he every lived for. He soon forgot about his wife, house and everything else he had. Who could blame her for running off with another man? Why did he care so much when he started to forget she was even there? , when he started to forget how important she was suppose to be to him?
There were a lot of things about this cottage, the way it was shaped; it looked like it was written. From the moment he saw this cottage, he knew he was suppose to be there. There was something about it, something of a force that dragged him to it like he was there to fill a void or to finish a story that was left without an ending. One problem, how was he suppose to finish the story and why?
He was in his cottage at his desk when he heard a knock at the door; he slowly paced himself across the room towards the glass door. There was no one there; he knew there was no one there. Next he heard a knock at the window next to where is desk was. Once again he paces himself across the room, only this time the paces slightly faster. He reached the Window. Nothing, nothing was there. Was his mind playing tricks on him?
From the corner of his eye he saw the movement of a shadow; he turned his head clockwise and noticed a small scrap of paper taped to the outside of his front glass door. Thomas ran to the door and flung it open, his heart pounded like the rhythmic beating of a steal dole drum. He ripped the piece of paper away from the door, his heart nearly stopped when he saw what was on paper.
Stop Running,
I've already caught you.
Thoughts were running through his mind, he wasn't sure what to think or what to do. Who had written this? Why?
The voice in his head trembled with fear, his emotions were loose. At once he slammed the door with force and ran up the almost breaking wooden staircase until he reached his small confided room. He felt like the room was spinning, the crippling grandfather clock was moving too fast.
He woke up the next morning on the floor of his room with a terrible migraine. He struggled to get his body off the hard floor but it felt as if he was stuck like glue, his body gradually peeled off the floor but found it hard to keep his feet secure on the floor and his body upright. Slowly, Thomas dragged his feet across the floor and made his way to the bathroom. He was greeted in the mirror by a blue eyed messy haired man who had his glasses lopsided and in need of a close trim. Before he could do anything Thomas was disturbed by a sudden phone call; he sprinted to the phone, put in on loud speaker and slowly answered,
"Hello? Thomas Speaking", he said,
"Hey, its me Alice, I need to speak with you", said Alice,
"I have nothing to say to you, aren't you suppose to be with goggle eyes anyway?" he said,
"Look Thomas I know you don't like Greg that much but why do you has to be so stubborn?" said Alice
"Why are you even calling me? To rub it in or something?" he said,
"Thomas I have a bad feeling, your in a place were anything could happen to you and no one would know", said Alice,
"I don't need this now, goodbye", he said.
Thomas immediately hanged up, he knew weird things always happen to him, but what the hell was this? He quickly paced himself to the bathroom and fixed himself up. Ran downstairs and was searching everywhere for his keys,
"Shit! Where are those stupid keys?" he exclaimed, looking through his pocket where he found the small crippled paper he found the night before with those six disturbing words.
"There they are", he said, jingling his keys.
He quickly ran to his car and started the engine, he didn't know where he was going, but he was positive he wanted to get away from the cottage. Thomas thought he was being followed, so quickly made his way to the local café where all the towns' people go. As he walked in he felt eyes all over him, interrogating him, he was not familiar with all the people there, yet he was determined to befriend someone.
Thomas immediately noticed a fairly young and pretty woman and made it his mission to befriend her, or more. At once he made his way to the stool that was next to her and sat him self down calmly, almost softly.
"Hello, I'm Thomas, are you a local?" said Thomas,
"Err… yeah I am, I'm Tanya, pleased to meet you, and I haven't seen you around here", she said,
"Oh, I'm not such a people person, I live down the lake in a small cottage house", said Thomas in an uneasy way.
They continued to talk; Thomas had an effect on women which made them trust him and confide in him, you could say it was his god given gift.
"Would you like to come over sometime? Maybe now? He said.
Thomas wasn't sure about what he was doing there; he was asking himself, why does he want her there? Why did he ask her such a stupid question? She was obviously not going to say yes. He was making a fool of himself. Maybe Thomas thought we was finally letting a person through that barrier he let no one through, not even his ex wife. His intentions were good; he wanted to live like a normal person with normal friends and maybe a lover. But he hadn't done this in a long time.
"Sure", Tanya beamed.
"Really? I mean yeah ok, come on", said Thomas.
Both Thomas and Tanya reached the crooked cottage house, from the corner of his eyes he could see Tanya feeling uneasy and awkward as soon as she saw the cottage, he knew he had to say something to make her feel better.
"When I first saw this cottage I got the same reaction, I thought it was hideous until I saw the inside", said Thomas, his face breaking into a crooked smile.
Both Tanya and Thomas made their way through the narrow passage that led to the front garden of the crooked cottage, He took her hand gently and led her inside, almost everything in the cottage was made of wood. Everything was beautifully carved, from the tables legs to the stair handles. But no matter how amazingly carved everything was, it could not hide the fact that this cottage was old, miserable and was near breaking point.
"Sit down, ill bring us some drinks ok?" said Thomas
"Sure", Tanya Said.
I have finally done it! Thomas thought, he had felt that he finally let someone in and was looking forward to being more social, a more people person. Yet even though he felt a glimpse of happiness, doubts kept creeping up at the back of his mind. I just met her half an hour ago, how can I already say I have a happy future ahead of me? What if this isn't real at all?
He took two shiny cups form the cupboard and a bottle of wine, feeling content that he has someone to talk to. But could he be expecting too much?
Thomas happily walked into the room,
"Hey I've got the –", said Thomas, his face looking weak and pail like all the colour has been drained out.
"Tanya Where are you?" Thomas screamed at the top of his lungs.
Knock Knock, came a sound from across the room. Oh no, Thomas thought. It was happening again, the strange sounds that made him, pass out like the other night.
Knock Knock; there it goes again, only this time from the desk window that had the blinds down. Thomas was determined to find out who had been doing this. Slowly, he paced himself across the room towards the window. Before he got there, he felt the room spinning, it was happening again; his mind was clouded with thoughts. Why is this happening to me? Why can't I be left alone?
At this point, Thomas was reaching for the blinds to discover who was always on the other side. As always, he fell to the floor, he couldn't make the discovery he desperately wanted to make.
It reached morning. He had been on the floor all night and was now surrounded by a pool of blood on the floor. Thomas started to panic until he realized that he was holding a butchers knife in his left hand. Tanya's body was sprawled all over the floor, her stomach cut open with her intestines and guts hanging out. This is not possible, it can't be. I would never do something like this. Am I cursed?
Thomas looked around the room and nearly passed out when he saw what was carved all over the wooden walls. This was all you.
Seeing this had brought Thomas to losing his mind. He had suddenly remembered what happened last night. The fights, the howls and the bloodcurdling screams of terror. Thomas was having immediate flashbacks of the day this started happening to him, the bloodshed and the terrified people that he befriended. At once he realized it was him. All the murders, all the times he woke up and found a pool of blood surrounding him and a decapitated body lying there.
Thomas's mind was filled with so many thoughts; a battle was going on inside his head. One side screaming it was him, and the other desperately saying it wasn't. He was soon going to have to acknowledge that it was him who killed all those people including Tanya. Was it possible that he had an alter ego?
However this didn't matter to him. He knew exactly what he was suppose to do, dispose of the body and pretend like nothing happened. He dragged her by her hair to the basement of the cottage where there was trap door that led to a small patch of greenery. He immediately started to dig, dumped her body in and covered it up again. He wanted to make sure no one found out so he secured the trap door with superglue and a big lock.
Thomas had to bleach the carpets and floor so not a trace of blood could be found. He burnt his clothes until they were ashes. He knew he had to make out like it was another normal day for him, but he soon started to realized that he had to accept what he is, a cold blooded murderer with no sense of humanity.
Thomas was startled with a knock at the door; this made the hairs on his back stand up. He prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was. Slowly, he paced himself across the floor and reached for the door handle and flung the door open.
"Thomas?" Chief police Anderson questioned with a hoarse voice.
"Erm – y-y-yeah?" Stuttered Thomas
"I think you had better sit down, I need to talk to you,
"Before you moved in here there were several residents. The last person to live here was a man named Thomas Gregory. He was a convicted serial killer that escaped person and came to live here with a completely different identity. He was a black magician but that doesn't matter, what matter is that he was just caught, and he said something odd. This is why I came here. He said you… murdered Tanya, now I don't want to believe him but I think he may be right. A girl named Tanya was said to have followed you back here. We know what you did and when we find evidence, we are going to bring you down."
Thomas was sitting down, his face expressionless. His hard face broke into a smile, and what he said, was probably the most haunting thing Chief Anderson ever heard.
"Remember, the ones whose job is to hunt, soon become the hunted".
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There are about 18 million Florida residents who directly or indirectly make their living from the visits of the 50 million tourists who come here every year. Why do you think they come here? This place is beautiful and magical– the critters, the flowers, the waters, the Everglades, the history it is all absolutely enchanting. What is disenchanting is the runaway sprawl and the devastation to our swamp and it's water quality and the resultant effects on lives.
The coastal areas of Florida are beige on a satellite view. When you zoom in a bit more you'll see the ant-like cars moving slowly in traffic. Within these beige areas along the coasts there are towns that can be redone, rebuilt, restored. Prosperity and development can live on without devouring any more of the everglades and its endowments to us. We just need to insist.
In the middle of Florida just south of Lake Okeechobee is a huge dike that stops the flow of water that created the Everglades. This area is beige on a satellite view as well. This dike was built and canals were dug to enhance development and sugar plantations and cattle ranching. The run off and phosphorus is killing the Everglades. Why should we care? The river of grass, the panthers, the wild orchids, and the fact that its slow flow into the estuaries of the tip of Florida serves as fish nurseries and it sits on top of the aquifer that gives us drinking water and there is no other place on earth like it and if we can't save it then it is a message to the world that we failed.
Well–other than that you must at least care about the otters. The happy resourceful otters are disappearing. Otters play just for the sake of playing. (like us) What is bad for them is bad for us. So while your crawling along in traffic think about the otters. When is the last time you saw one?
The enormous growth of metropolitan Atlanta, and the resulting increase in water withdrawals from the Chattahoochee river have an effect on the oysters in the Apalachicola Bay in Northern Florida. The oysters depend on the brackish water mixture of river and ocean water. "Water transfers" also occur prior to reaching Apalachicola Bay. Water is withdrawn from the Chattahoochee, then discharged as treated sewage water into another river, such as the Oconee River, which flows to the Atlantic Seaboard. The Congress of the United States has been asked to intervene in the fight between Georgia, Florida, and Alabama over rights to the river water. The lawsuit is now in court, and that may take quite a few years to resolve.
Why should you care? You don't like oysters? You may be interested to know that each oyster individually filters 50 gallons of water per day. Oysters are to bays and estuaries as our kidneys are to us, we die without them.
Florida has a strong and powerful nature conservancy, Audubon Society and Ocean Conservancy. It also has powerful developers, ranchers and plantation owners who employ the masses (as well as immigrants). A constant war is ongoing. A war that has never been won by either side, but, much has been lost. I look at the empty concrete strip malls that have been a result of too much too fast and the swamp land that was filled between dredged canals. Another CVS replaces the eagle nest, a banyan tree that ended its 50 year life to a blockbuster store that is now defunct, another mangrove island (fish nursery) losing its life to another development. I think some just love the fight no matter the devastation.
- Apalachicola Bay is one of the most productive estuarine systems in the Northern hemisphere as a result of the overall good water quality.
- Apalachicola Bay is an exceptionally important nursery area for the Gulf of Mexico.
- Over 95% of all species harvested commercially and 85% of all species harvested recreationally in the open Gulf have to spend a portion of their life in estuarine waters. Blue crabs, for example, migrate as much as 300 miles to spawn in Apalachicola Bay.
- Apalachicola Bay is a major forage area for such offshore fish species as gag grouper and gray snapper.
- The area is a major forage area for migratory birds, in particular for trans-gulf migrants in the spring.


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