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Episode 5: Genesis (Part V)
Genesis, Part V
Okay, so I've determined that I have superpowers… What now? Do I tell someone? Do I not tell anyone? Do I join some special school and play basketball with a guy that throws fireballs? Cid asked himself as he made his way to his final class of the day.
I can't believe that I'm even thinking about this! Okay, so two weeks ago, I'm getting decked by King. Flip-flop those roles now. Four weeks ago, I was in a hospital. Five weeks ago, I was the alienated child of two workaholic parents. Just how does this happen?Cid asked himself as he took his seat.
"Good morning class, I…" the teacher began. Cid, however, was not paying attention to what the teacher was saying. He was still perplexed by his current situation.
Okay, so far I can jump really high, flip like a gymnast, and put cracks in brick walls… ow… my hand still hurts from that.Cid told himself.
Before he knew it, the bell rang for the school day was over. Cid was out of the door before the teacher knew it.
As he was walking home, Cid made his best attempt at piecing his life together.
He didn't have much time before he heard a series of screams coming from behind.
"Outta my way kid!" a man yelled, knocking Cid over as he bolted down the street.
A male voice yelled after the man. "Get back here with my stuff!" he yelled, but the burglar was quickly escaping his pursuer.
Don't be a hero. Don't be a hero Cid…Cid tried to tell himself, but he ultimately decided to be a hero.
This is going straight to the top of my bad ideas list. Is it some rule that people with superpowers have to chase after burglars? Cid told himself as he ran after the burglar. He quickly realized how fast he was running, easily faster than he had ever run before. Catching the burglar, he quickly dispatched him and grabbed the bag the he was holding.
"Drop the bag!" the burglar's pursuer shouted from further down the street. As he approached, Cid quickly noticed the dull silver of a small handgun being removed from the man's jacket.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Cid shouted, dropping the bag and throwing his hands in the air.
"You stupid kids, thinking that you can just take whatever you want. Next generation my a**. I'll show you a next generation," the man grumbled, stalking towards Cid like a madman.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Cid reiterated. Too late, he found himself dodging bullets and attempting to get away from the deranged gunman at the same time. Jumping in the air, he managed to land on the roof of a nearby house.
Cid watched quietly as the gunman searched his immediate surroundings for him. Losing track of Cid, the gunman grabbed his bag and fled in the direction that they had come, leaving the burglar laying in the street.
Once he was free from danger, Cid jumped down from the roof. Upon landing on the ground, a searing pain shot up Cid's side. Instinctively grabbing his side, he quickly noticed that he had not been quick enough to completely dodge one particular bullet.
Wooziness set in as Cid surveyed his shirt, which was quickly becoming bloodstained. Oh s***… Oh S***!!! He shot me! He SHOT me! Wait… did I just DODGE bullets? Why am I actuallysurprisedthat I got shot? Ouch… he SHOT me!!!Cid groaned to himself as he tried to pull the burglar out of the street.
Upon moving the burglar to the sidewalk, Cid began to walk away. Why are the streets always empty when stupid stuff is happening to me? Cid told himself as he noticed the complete lack of people on the street.
Cid slowly shambled onto another street, wondering why no one cared that he was obviously injured. Once he reached a familiar street, he zombie-shambled into a dark alley. Everything that you DON'T do in horror movies.Cid told himself as he propped himself up against a dumpster under the lone streetlamp on the street. "Gotta call King," Cid stated as he reached for his phone, the wooziness in his head slowly increasing.
Cid only had enough time to press the send button on his phone and mutter a weak "Help…" before he faded into darkness and slumped against the dumpster.
He found himself waking up in a cold sweat in his own bed. Pain shot through his side as he was cruelly reminded of the wound he sustained only hours ago. He once again reached down at his side, and felt a heavy gauze bandage where he had found a bloodstained shirt earlier.
It was at this point where he realized that he also had a major headache. He rolled over in his bed, with a roll that looked more like a butt shuffle than anything else. He checked the clock, 3:03am. At that point, the door opened.
King stepped into the room, carrying a huge plastic box of what were clearly medical materials. "Oh darn, you're awake. You aren't afraid of needles, are you?" he asked with a cynical laugh, placing the box on the bed.
Cid shook his head no until he saw the size of the needles. "On second thought, I think I might be afraid of needles," he stated.
"Too bad!" King shouted as he quickly removed the dressings from Cid's side, revealing a train track pattern of stitches adorning a gash that ran for about 8 inches in a diagonal direction.
Cid watched as King quickly cleaned and treated the still-fresh wound. "Okay, now I'm going to numb you up again," King stated as he dabbled a clear liquid onto a towel. He pressed the towel against his side, which sent a dull, throbbing pain throughout Cid's entire body. The pain slowly subsided as the sharp, searing pain returned around the scar.
King removed one of the larger needles. Cid's heart stopped as he saw him fill the chamber with a clear liquid. Cid found himself instinctively retreating from the needle as King finished prepping it.
"Don't be a child, Cid," King said as he deftly grabbed Cid and slid the needle into his side with minimal effort.
Cid felt his side erupt with a burning sensation for a brief second before all the pain in his side disappeared and was replaced with a dull numbness. "Wow…" Cid muttered as he began vigorously poking the gruesome scar on his side without fear of causing more pain.
"What the F*** are you doing, Cid? Really? REALLY?" King asked as he slapped Cid upside his head.
Cid recoiled from the blow. "Ow! I was just poking it, man! What was that for?" Cid asked.
King shook his head. "Do you WANT it to start bleeding again? I'm not replacing those stitches if they come out," he stated as he began to replace the bandages that he had removed earlier.
"Hmmmmm… I guess I didn't think about that," Cid said.
"And you probably weren't thinking before you got shot either," King stated.
Cid reflected over the events that led to his waking up in his own bed with several stitches and bandages adorning his wounded side. "How did I end up here?" Cid asked.
"How did you get shot?" King asked in response.
Cid scrambled to make up a story. "Well I was walking across the street and this guy mugged me and then shot me," Cid stated.
"Cid, you are a terrible liar," King stated, finishing the second layer of bandages. "What really happened?" he asked again.
"That's what really happened," Cid asserted.
"Cid, if he was mugging you, he would've been shooting you at point-blank range. You would not have received a grazing wound from a mugger. So what REALLY happened?" King asked.
"I tried to stop a burglar, but he shot at me before I could catch him," Cid stated, still trying to avoid telling his guardian the truth. The partial truth seemed to be enough for King, however, as he finished the last layer of bandages and began to leave. He stopped at the door to say one last thing.
"I'm not your father, Cid, so I have no intentions of trying to get the truth out of you. However, I would like to suggest moving a little quicker next time," he stated, leaving the room.
Cid found himself staring at the now empty door. What did he just say? Did he just ask me to 'move a little quicker next time'? How did I even get here? Wait… HE NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!!!Cid screamed in his head, frustrated that he didn't press King for an answer.
Cid's outfit the following school day consisted of the only shirt that he had that was three sizes too large and the only pants that he had that were three sizes too large. Ronnie quickly noticed the blimp clothes, and immediately dropped to the hallway floor laughing his head off. Celine seemed to immediately see that something was wrong, and did her best to try to find out what's wrong.
"Cid, why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes?" she asked as she tried to ignore the snickering idiot rolling on the floor at her feet.
Cid avoided her intense and critical glare. "Nothing's wrong. I felt like wearing some comfortable clothes today," he stated.
Celine's eyes narrowed. "Cid, you are a terrible liar. And the fact that you are lying only makes it more obvious that something's wrong," she declared.
Meanwhile, Ronnie was catching his breath and picking himself up off of the floor. Dusting himself off, he appraised Cid's ridiculous appearance a second time. "He's hiding something, Celine," he stated in a rare moment of insight.
Celine shot him a puzzled look. "What makes you think that?" she asked.
Ronnie frowned, "One of my foster siblings did the same thing when she was cutting herself. She would wear clothes that were too large, cover up all her skin, and avoid eye contact when we asked about it," he said.
Cid felt the air around them become tense.Uh oh… My friends are getting suspicious…he told himself as he slowly retreated. "I'll see you guys afterschool!" he shouted, already halfway down the hallway, despite the fact that his pants were falling down, and leaving his friends with suspicious looks on their faces.
The walk home consisted of Cid deflecting questions from his friends about his outfit. Celine and Ronnie even followed him to his house instead of remaining at their own respective houses as they passed them.
"I don't cut myself, you guys," Cid stated.
"Surrrre ya don't," Ronnie said.
"Then what is it?" Celine asked.
"It's nothing," Cid reasserted.
"It's not," Ronnie countered.
"Is that guy hitting you, Cid?" Celine asked, referring to King.
"No! King is the only reason I'm alive right now!" Cid screamed. At that moment, he realized that he had made a mistake in saying that because now his two best friends gave him shocked and suspicious looks.
Ronnie grabbed Cid from behind and put him in a full nelson. "What's going on, Cid? I'm your best friend, for Pete's sake. If you aren't going to tell me what's wrong, then we aren't moving any further," he stated.
Cid had been in this spot before, but for whatever reason, Ronnie's grip seemed surprisingly weak, like he was barely touching him. Cid began to break Ronnie's grasp. Ronnie's frustration and shock was evident on his face as Cid broke his hold for the first time ever.
"Dude, when did you get so strong?" he asked, a wary stare in his eyes.
Celine shot Cid a concerned look, and at the same time tried to avoid Ronnie's stare. She knows why I'm stronger…Cid told himself, remembering the encounter with the thugs in the alley.At least she THINKS she knows…
Cid ultimately realized that he had yet to respond to his best friend's statement. "I've been working out with King," Cid stated, lying to his best friend. He smiled, another lie forming in his head. "As a matter of fact, I just have a really bad bruise on my side from my self-defense training with him," he continued with a wide grin.
Ronnie seemed to buy the story. Celine didn't, but she shrugged and accepted the story, at least for now.
They dropped Cid off, and they went back in the direction of Celine's house.
When Cid opened the door, King was waiting for him with the tray of medical supplies in his arms. "Sit," he commanded, motioning to a chair at the kitchen table.
Cid groaned. "Do we have to do this again?" he asked.
King sighed. "If you don't want to get that wound infected and DIIIIE…" he responded, emphasizing the last word. He approached Cid with the box of medical supplies.
Cid groaned again. "I'm never getting shot again," he declared as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing his blood-soaked bandages.
"Don't move around so much. You're reopening your wounds," King stated as he quickly removed the bandages and prepped the scar for the new bandages.
Cid wasn't about to forget to ask his question. "So how did I end up in my room with a perfectly stitched up gunshot wound?" Cid asked.
King chuckled. "How did you get shot?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"Why do you keep asking me thi--- YEEEOWWWCH!!!" Cid screamed as King stuffed the needle into the wound, causing the burning sensation to return to his side.
"If you really must know, I retrieved you from your ill-chosen hiding spot and stitched you up myself. The patchwork was simple enough, 23 stitches in total. Now I wouldn't suggest that you actually get hit by the bullet, as I don't actually have too much practice with that type of surgery," King stated.
Cid was awestruck. Of course it was King… How else would he know how to treat the wound? He told himself, smacking himself in the forehead in the process.
"So now you're a doctor? Where did you learn to do that?" he asked King.
"Where did I learn to do what?" King asked in response.
"Where did you learn to treat wounds like this?" Cid asked, poking at his side.
"You learn a lot of interesting stuff in 54 years of life, kid," King stated, finishing the bandages that once again adorned the wound.
"But HOW did you learn that? Were you a doctor or something in the past?" Cid asked.
King gathered his medical supplies and prepared to leave the room. "We all have pasts, Cid. I'd rather not talk about mine," he said as he began to leave.
Cid watched as King opened the door to a special elevator and disappeared behind it. Cid eyed the big steel door as it closed. Where does that elevator go?He asked himself. He had never opened the door nor dared to ask about it.
He stood up and walked towards the door. He grabbed the large steel handle that seemed so very foreign and menacing to him, and gave it a tug. Of course it's locked…Cid stated, as he applied more pressure to the handle in a vain effort to make it move. At least he THOUGHT it was a vain effort.
After the fifth tug, the twenty pound dead bolted door handle flew off of the door. The handles inertia carried it and Cid's hand over his head. Upon reaching the apex of his arm, the handle went flying, smashing into and obliterating the defenseless microwave where it stood.
Cid screamed in shock as he ran over to inspect the situation. Ohhhhhh mannnnn… ohmanohmanohman…Cid muttered to himself as he tried to piece the microwave back together, failing epically in the process.
At that moment, he began to hear the elevator returning from its unknown destination. "Oh s***..." Cid moaned to himself as he heard his impending doom approaching from the basement.
He grabbed the door handle and dashed across the room to try to replace it on the door. Once again he failed epically, as the handle fell from his hands and onto his foot. Cid screamed in pain, but stifled it as the elevator reached the top of its path.
In a final desperate attempt to avoid capture, Cid grabbed the handle and broken microwave pieces and limped as fast as he could to his bedroom. Upon entering his room, he hid both under a pile of clothes that he had pulled from his dresser, effectively creating a conspicuous mountain of crap on his bed.
The second he finished creating Mt. Cleverless, King appeared in Cid's doorway.
Upon entering the room, King immediately noticed Mt. Cleverless. "I'm going to go ahead and assume that you just tried to hide the microwave and elevator door handle under those clothes right there," he stated. "So why the f*** would you try to hide that stuff under a pile of clothes like I wouldn't see it? More importantly, how did you even break the handle in the first place and why were you trying to get into the elevator?"
Cid wasn't sure what scared him more, the idea of telling King about his newfound enhanced strength or King's complete lack of concern for the mutilated microwave. He smiled as a brilliant idea formed in his head. "We all have pasts, King. I'd rather not talk about mine!" he stated with a confident smirk.
That smile was quickly erased when he found himself in a headlock. Cid tried to fight out of it, but he could quickly feel the strength leaving his body. "There's no point in fighting!" King screamed with a crazed chuckle. "I'm applying pressure to your pressure points. You can't move right now. Just tell me how you broke the handle," he stated.
Cid, realizing that every escape effort failed miserably, decided to tell the truth. "I… have superpowers!" he grunted.
King released Cid and he fell to the floor in a limp heap. "Ya know, you're a bully," Cid stated.
King cracked his knuckles. "And you are a disrespectful teenager that doesn't know how my rules work. And the whole superpowers joke wasn't funny. Learn to tell the truth Cid. It could save your life someday," he said as he left the room.
Once again, Cid found himself with another question left unanswered. Why did he just leave like that? If he thought I was lying, then why did he release me and leave without another question? He asked himself as his body came back to life and he pulled himself to his feet.
Cid found himself waking up with cold sweat for the second night in a row. He dragged himself out of bed and quickly found out that he was wide awake. I won't be sleeping anymore tonight…he told himself as he changed out of his wet clothes and into the clothes that he knew he would be wearing to school, a black thermal style shirt and blue jeans.
He tried watching TV, but he found that his room was unbearably hot for some reason, which ruined his interest in the TV. He removed his shirt, which accomplished nothing, and decided to look for a better climate. He tiptoed through the house in an attempt to find cool air while trying his best to ensure that King remained asleep. Upon realizing that theentire housewas hot, he stepped outside onto the roof. Frigid air assaulted his face as Jack Frost gave him a brutal welcome to the Crystal Springs cityscape. However, the air felt oddly relaxing to Cid as he put his shirt back on and went back downstairs so he could take a walk in the city.
What am I even doing here?He asked himself as he walked amongst the bustling city-goers, despite the fact that it was well past 1 a.m. in the morning.
He looked at the roofs of a series of shorter buildings amongst the skyscrapers. His thought process dragged him into an alley between two of those shorter buildings. He found himself thinking the unthinkable. I'm going to jump on top of that roof…He told himself, the fire of determination in his eyes. I've done this once before. I don't remember how, but I did it. Now I'm actually going to try.He told himself as he did a couple of practice squats to test his leg strength.
With a wry smile, Cid squatted and pushed off from the ground. A scream of elation briefly escaped his throat as he realized that the frigid wind stabbing at his face and the disappearing ground below him indicated that he had accomplished his goal. He instinctively tumbled in the air to break his ascension and assure that he hit his mark. As he descended to the roof, he attempted a smooth landing by somersaulting, but he instead flopped like a fish and crashed into a pile of conveniently placed cardboard boxes. He grunted as the wind left his lungs and a stinging pain reverberated through his side.
Undeterred, he quickly pulled himself to his feet. Okay, I'd give myself a solid five out of ten for that one.He told himself as he sprung into the air towards a second, slightly taller, building. Instead of landing, he propelled himself off of the second roof and onto the third roof in a complicated series of flips and somersaults. This time, he stuck the landing, and rose to his feet with a celebratory screech. "THAT was a ten!" Cid screamed as he fist-pumped the sky.
Cid was beginning to get the hang of this. He flipped and jumped and somersaulted over the roofs of the city buildings, even daring himself to jump from skyscraper roof to skyscraper roof. He laughed with elation excitement as he effortlessly jumped from roof to roof. Upon returning to his starting point, he allowed himself to plummet into the alley, easily reaching a safe landing upon his return to the ground.
After thirty more minutes of useless wandering in the city streets, Cid decided that he had had enough late-night fun for one night. He began his trek back to the penthouse, but a disturbing fumbling sound in his stomach forced him to stop at a gas station for food. As he was searching for a drink, he heard the shrill cry of a woman in peril. He turned around to see that several hooded figures had entered the store, and one was aiming a gun at the store cashier.
Cid frowned as he surveyed the situation. Why does this always happen to me? Why does this type of stuff always happen to ME?He told himself as one of the figures approached him.
"On the ground," the figure commanded, pointing his own gun at Cid.
This command angered Cid. He instinctively narrowed his eyes as he felt the excitement produced by the adrenaline beginning to course through his veins. I'm not going to let this happen again. I'm tired of being the victim. I'm tired of the bad guys winning. I'm tired of people getting hurt. You've been given gifts Cid. At some point we all have to grow up, and your time is NOW.He told himself, the fire of determination returning to his eyes.
"I'm going to ask you one more time," the figure growled.
Cid didn't give him a chance to ask again. A punch to the jaw, followed by a punch to the gut quickly disarmed the man. The two other guys in the store, hearing the commotion, moved to find out what happened.
Cid removed the first burglar's ski mask that he had been wearing and placed it over his own head. He gagged as the smell of must and sweat assaulted his nostrils.
At that moment, the lights in the store went out. The immediate darkness caused the remaining two burglars to panic and fire several rounds into the darkness. Cid heard people scream as glass and plastic shattered around them. Move your fucking body Cid or someone's going to get hurt,he told himself as grabbed the nearest standing figure.
Success! He had grabbed the second burglar. In a brief panic, the burglar tried to fire off another round, but Cid knocked the gun out of his hand before he had the chance too. Another body shot disabled the second burglar.
Two down. One to go.Cid told himself as a confident smirk formed across his face. Fighting, just like skyscraper parkour, was becoming natural to him.
The last burglar was in a fully fledged panic. Upon seeing his second comrade lying unconscious on the floor, he screamed and ran out the front door, fleeing into the night. At that point, the lights returned. Cid found himself staring at the terrified storeowner. "Just take the money, man," the storeowner moaned, throwing the cash in the cash register at Cid.
Cid ignored the cash and started towards the door. "Something had to be done. I would've wanted someone to help me if I was in trouble. It's about time someone took a stand," Cid stated. And with that, he dashed out of the store himself.
Cid still felt the effects of fresh adrenaline coursing through his veins when he returned to the penthouse. Upon entering the house, he noticed that he was still wearing the mask he had stolen from one of the burglars. He removed it and tossed it behind his bed when he entered his room.
I stopped those guys! I saved those people in the store, just like I saved Celine that night.Cid told himself as he finally returned to his bed at 4am. For the first time in his life, Cideion Rogers had taken a stand against the misfortunes of his life. As he fell asleep, he quickly realized that he had answered the call of duty. For at least one night, he had become more than a teenage boy.
For at least one night, Cideion Amadeus Rogers was a hero…


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The Sun's deputy motoring editor goes freelance
By Staff
17th February 2015
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Shyvana Build Guide by Felshatner
Not Updated For Current Season
This guide has not yet been updated for the current season. Please keep this in mind while reading. You can see the most recently updated guides on the browse guides page.
Shyvana Build
Ability Sequence
Not Updated For Current Season
The masteries shown here are not yet updated for the current season, the guide author needs to set up the new masteries. As such, they will be different than the masteries you see in-game.
This build is a work in progress, and is inspired by Zedera's Shyvana - Burnout Paradise guide, which is very good. I have made minor and incremental changes that works slightly better for me.
Summoner Spells
Flash - When coupled with her ultimate, Shy has a lot of teamfight mobility. Flash will help you in ganking, counter-ganking, laning, and team-fighting.
Ghost - Those that don't have or don't like Flash should choose Ghost instead. You probably don't want to take Flash and Ghost though. Ghost is a decent alternative that doubles as an effective chase tool.
Ignite - Very helpful against Magic Resist. Ignite will eat right through Magic Resist to get those kills throughout the game.
Exhaust - Good for countering an opposing AD carry, for getting early kills, and for ganks. I don't typically take it but it is certainly a valid choice.
Smite, Clarity, Cv, Surge, Promote, Revive, Heal, Cleanse, Teleport


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The national championship Tar Heels, winners of 32 straight games and survivors of six overtimes in a span of 26 hours, were coming home.
Now 70 years old, largely retired from his dentistry practice in Fayetteville and grandfather to five, Dr. Joseph Francis Quigg still cannot quite believe what happened when he and his teammates came down the steps from the aircraft. He remembers, "The people just swarmed the ramp and lifted us up.…My feet didn't touch the ground from the time I left the plane until I got into a car."
For many years, Quigg reflected on the frenzy of that early Sunday afternoon at Raleigh-Durham, trying to understand the fans' behavior in the context of a time when college basketball attracted nowhere near the media and popular attention it owns now.
He has concluded, "I think it was because we had been on live television on both Friday and Saturday. The fans had just gone through two nights of triple overtime along with us. I think the combination of being on television and surviving the overtimes must have made us seem larger than life."
The national championship Tar Heels, winners of 32 straight games and survivors of six overtimes in a span of 26 hours, were coming home.
Now 70 years old, largely retired from his dentistry practice in Fayetteville and grandfather to five, Dr. Joseph Francis Quigg still cannot quite believe what happened when he and his teammates came down the steps from the aircraft. He remembers, "The people just swarmed the ramp and lifted us up.…My feet didn't touch the ground from the time I left the plane until I got into a car."
For many years, Quigg reflected on the frenzy of that early Sunday afternoon at Raleigh-Durham, trying to understand the fans' behavior in the context of a time when college basketball attracted nowhere near the media and popular attention it owns now.
He has concluded, "I think it was because we had been on live television on both Friday and Saturday. The fans had just gone through two nights of triple overtime along with us. I think the combination of being on television and surviving the overtimes must have made us seem larger than life."
Joe Quigg III grew up in south Brooklyn at Fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, on the fourth floor of a brownstone owned by his grandmother. She lived on the ground floor. Joe was the oldest of three children and his father made maybe $40 a week as a bank teller. As far as Joe is concerned, it was plenty in a family full of love and discipline.
He got started in basketball because Metropolitan New York Irish boys of the time who could shoot, run or rebound were expected to play for the parish high school team. For Quigg, that meant a scholarship to St. Francis Prep where he averaged 25 points in his senior year on the way to a Catholic city title.
The young center was also being recruited by former St. John's coach Frank McGuire, who had come to Chapel Hill in 1952 to rescue the then-White Phantoms from the ravages of Everett Case and the North Carolina State Wolfpack. Between 1947 and 1951, N.C. State won 15 consecutive games over Carolina, including embarrassments of 39, 24, 31, 26 and 40 points.
Quigg recalls, "The only thing I knew about Carolina was Frank McGuire. I knew about N.C. State because I had seen pictures of Dick Dickey in a magazine. The only time you actually heard anything about basketball was on Movietone News."
Because he graduated high school mid-year in Brooklyn, Quigg arrived in Chapel Hill on a Sunday in January of 1954 and played in his first freshman game for the Tar Babies on the following Tuesday. He reflected, "I moved into Cobb Dormitory where I lived for the next four and a half years. It was right next door to the Monogram Club where we had our meals."
He fondly remembers the small UNC campus, a place where "everybody seemed to know everyone else." Its only shortcoming from his perspective was a paucity of girls, due to the relegation of most women to junior admission. Quigg says, "That's why we loved the nurses and physical therapists so much,"
In 1956, the fabled New York City package of Quigg, Pete Brennan, Tommy Kearns, Lennie Rosenbluth and the late Bob Cunningham lettered on an 18-5, co-conference championship team that also featured senior captain Jerry Vayda.
The season ended with a horrendous 77-56 loss to Wake Forest in the ACC tournament in Raleigh and a stinging tongue lashing in the Reynolds Coliseum locker room. "We were very good that year," Quigg recalled in his family's large and comfortable den, "and that loss really felt awful. McGuire really got on us. Here it was March and you can't play again until December. We knew we had to do things better the next time."
The man his teammates call Bobby Cunningham died in June at Hilton Head, S.C., a victim of multiple myeloma at 70 years. Four other members of the team pre-deceased Cunningham: Roy Searcy, Jim Kelly, Ken Rosemond and Gehrmann Holland.
Records are obscure, but Cunningham probably led the 1957 team in assists and came close in minutes played. He just figured out ways to win, content with his 7.2 points per game, most scored with Cunningham's strange-looking, one-and-a-half-hand jumper. The best examples of his value were 6.6 rebounds per game from his backcourt position and his obsessive, fearless defense.
He was also the team's top needler and lightning rod. McGuire rode him hard in practice and assistant coach Buck Freeman was even worse. Cunningham would bide his time until Freeman threw everybody out of practice and Cunningham could head back to the Sigma Nu house.
"Bobby was the kind of guy who didn't worry about looking out for himself," said Quigg. "Sure, we all took a backseat to Lennie, but that was especially true of Bobby." He added, "And yet, there were three games that season when we probably would have been better off if we had left Lennie on the bus, and those were Bobby's best three games."
Cunningham may have saved his best for the 11th hour on the big stage when the Tar Heels defeated Michigan State in the national semifinals, 74-70. Cunningham ran end to end throughout most of the 55 minutes, guarding every Spartan he could get in front of and scoring 19 points.
According to Quigg, Frank McGuire said late in his life, "The Michigan State performance by Bobby Cunningham was the best game, both offensively and defensively, ever played by anyone I coached."
North Carolina was 16-0 when the Heels traveled to Maryland on February 5 and found themselves down five points with 90 seconds left. Quigg noted, "When you could hold the ball all you wanted, that was a big lead late."
The Terrapins missed a key free throw. Must-make baskets by Kearns and Cunningham eventually led to a 65-61 win in double overtime. Quigg remembered, "It was a turning point. We came home on the train to Raleigh (at the old Seaboard station off Peace Street) and there were about 40 people waiting for us. Hey, this was getting good."
On the Tar Heels rolled in their classy uniforms with high, satin socks, taking pre-game lay-ups with a blue and white basketball to "Sweet Georgia Brown," always dressed out on the road in blue blazers with a UNC breast pocket patch, gray slacks and matching rep ties.
Quigg explained, "All of those things were McGuire's way of helping us psychologically. He wanted us to look the part and he thought it gave us a little advantage."
North Carolina needed all the help it could get against Wake Forest, losers to the '57 Heels by eight, three, five and two points, the last defeat coming in the ACC semifinals when Rosenbluth took a pass from (whom else?) Cunningham, arched in a 14-foot hook shot and completed a three-point play.
The play set off nearly 50 years of grumbling by Demon Deacon fans who think Rosenbluth put a shoulder into Wendell Carr and should have been called for charging. Quigg: "No way. I looked at that tape after Bobby's funeral and a charge on Lennie would have been a bad call. The tie goes to the guy with the ball."
Kansas City seemed a million miles from Woollen Gym, where the Tar Heels had played only eight games, one more than their win total in Reynolds Coliseum. Carolina arrived at the 10,000-capacity Municipal Auditorium after beating Yale, Canisius and Syracuse in the early rounds.
The semi-final victory over the Spartans would be punctuated by Cunningham's performance and a floor-length individual rebound, 70-foot dribble and off-balance jump shot by Brennan with two seconds left that got the Heels through the first overtime.
Quigg had fouled out and was agonizing on the bench. He remembers, "What Pete did on that play was unbelievable. He wanted to do it himself, even with Lennie on the court. That was the attitude we all had."
On Saturday, the Tar Heels had to deal with Wilt Chamberlain and the gloomy idea that The Stilt might own the night. Carolina eliminated that anxiety by quickly capitalizing on an unintended gift from Kansas coach Dick Harp.
Quigg recounted, "They opened the game with a box and one on Lennie and that really opened the court for the rest of us. Pete and I hit some shots from the perimeter and I think we went ahead 18-5 or something like that. We knew then we could beat them."
In the end, history and now the legacy of the 1957 team came down to one play. Carolina had built a 52-48 spread with maybe two minutes left, but the Jayhawks nudged into a 53-52 lead with 25 seconds remaining. Soon down to 10 seconds, Quigg drove into Chamberlain's defense and was fouled from behind by Maurice King as he put up a shot.
"I really don't know why I felt so calm, but I did," Quigg confided. "Maybe it was because I had two shots coming, but I honestly had all the confidence in the world that I would make them."
Six seconds were left and McGuire chose to take a time-out, setting the Carolina in-bounds defense "after Joe makes his foul shots."
Quigg, a 72 percent free throw shooter on the year, took them with an unorthodox two-hand push from chin level. They hardly brushed iron, if at all. He can now say lightly a half century later, "Smooth as silk, if I do say so myself."
Setting up at half-court, as the rules of the day dictated, Kansas predictably tried to get the ball to Chamberlain. Quigg slapped it to Kearns, who underhanded it maybe 40 feet straight up. Damn, they had done it.
There were inadequate locker rooms in the Auditorium and the two teams soon walked in uniforms through a steady drizzle to their nearby hotel rooms. Quigg recalls little beyond exhaustion and a phone call or two to the East Coast. He said, "I remember a few of us going to someone's room and sort of sitting in a corner. I don't even know if we had a beer."
They slept fitfully for a few hours, arising early for a flight that would stop twice on its way back to North Carolina. None of the Tar Heels could have imagined what would be waiting at Raleigh-Durham that afternoon, or how much defeating Kansas would mean for the rest of their lives.
A rising senior--in addition to Cunningham, Kearns and Brennan--Joe Quigg never played real basketball again after making his historic free throws. He suffered a terribly deranged knee during the first full scrimmage prior to the 1957-58 season. Carolina's 37-game win streak came to an end several weeks later at the hands of West Virginia.
A first-round draft pick by the Knickerbockers, Quigg was given a $1,500 signing bonus and $7,500 for a season that his shattered knee never allowed him to have. He came back to Chapel Hill, was an unpaid assistant to rookie head coach Dean Smith and finished 2-0 as a coach when he took the Tar Babies to an out-of-state tournament.
Deciding on dental school, in his third year he met Carol Moser of Fayetteville, a UNC undergraduate. They married in 1962 and spent three army years in Stuttgart, Germany before coming to Fayetteville, where Quigg began his dental practice.
There they have been since, in the same rambling old-brick home since 1974 in Fayetteville's Evans Lake area. Eldest child Shannan lives in Charlotte with her triplet sons and husband; Joseph IV's family in Fayetteville includes daughter Cayleigh and 5-year-old Joseph V.
Joe IV is a 1988 graduate of the University, where he followed an excellent high school basketball career with strong junior varsity play. His little boy had better start working on his drop step, SAT warm-ups, or both.
Although almost all the 1957 starters built strong ties to the state, only Quigg settled permanently in North Carolina. Forty years of barbecue, pine trees, red clay and season tickets in Chapel Hill for both major sports. He has long been a huge fan.
"I admire Roy Williams's offensive tempo and I respect his coaching combination of being close to players and at the same time being tough with them," Quigg observed.
Noting that someone in the media had recently asked Williams how he was going to keep this year's team happy with so many quality players available, Quigg said, "I loved it when Roy said it was the players' job to keep him happy."
You would expect Quigg to have a special interest in UNC's young center and his break-out freshman year. "Tyler Hansbrough is just so relentless," said Quigg, "and with the help he should get on the baseline this year, I think you are going to see that little 15-footer of his more often."
He added, "Centers in my day were taught to never put the ball on the floor but Tyler does it so well that it often creates an advantage for him. I liked the way he had such great Duke games against a talent like Shelden Williams."
Quigg lives a full life in his semi-retirement, cruising along with a 10-12 handicap at Highland Country Club, tending to the scores of azaleas on his heavily-wooded lot or happily juggling the grandchildren. Very rarely do more than a few weeks go by without someone reminding the Quiggs of what happened in Kansas City.
Joe said, "It never becomes tiresome and you can't believe how many people still talk about it. For years, I got calls in the middle of the night asking me if my teammate was Billy or Bobby Cunningham. I've enjoyed it all."
Carol: "I know of a couple whose wedding was the afternoon of the Kansas game. She says they didn't consummate their marriage that night. Another story goes that a woman delivered a baby and asked about the Carolina score before finding out whether she had a boy or girl."
From a perspective of 50 years, Quigg believes his basketball career was a gift, everything added up. After all, it bathed him in glory, led him to Carol and a family, made him a lifelong North Carolinian and helped provide the discipline that produced a sterling professional career.
But it also revealed the narrow margin for error built into life, how good fortune ebbs and flows, how little is ever for certain. How one day you are a healthy national champion, the next you have one good knee. Quigg knows all of us, to one degree or another, are hostages to fate.
Quigg smiled and said, "The big joke around here is that if I'd missed those free throws, I would have ended up practicing dentistry somewhere in New York City."
The resume of Alfred Hamilton (email@example.com), a 1965 UNC graduate, includes Managing Editor of the Greensboro Record, major contributor to the 1982 championship book March To The Top, co-writer of the annual Carolina Court yearbook and columnist for the GoHeels.com website. He is now a General Partner in the marketing communications firm of Hoyt-Hamilton LLC in Raleigh, N.C.


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Hepatitis A Prevention for Travelers
Hepatitis A is a liver infection caused by the hepatitis A virus. The virus is contagious and can be found in the stool of an infected person. This is a concern for travelers because one way it can be spread is by consuming contaminated food or drinks. For example, if a cook with hepatitis A does not wash their hands properly after going to the bathroom, the virus can be spread to the meal being prepared or to an object, like a cup or fork. Contamination however, can happen anywhere along the way, from the fields where vegetables are irrigated with polluted water to a restaurant that has poor sanitation.
What Are the Symptoms?
If you do become infected with the virus, it can cause a range of flu-like symptoms like fever, fatigue, or stomach pain. Hepatitis A can also cause jaundice, a yellowing of the skin and eyes. School-aged children and adults usually have symptoms, while very young children may not have any. In most cases, the virus goes away within 2-5 weeks, and the person makes a full recovery. But for some, the symptoms keep coming back and can last up to 9 months. In rare cases, liver failure and death can result.
What Puts You at Risk?
Traveling to certain regions does put you at a higher risk. The highest rates of hepatitis A are in Africa and India. High rates of the disease also exist in Mexico, Central and South America, Asia, the Middle East, and the Caribbean. Keep in mind that developed countries are not immune to outbreaks of hepatitis A.
How you travel, where you stay, and how long you stay also affect your level of risk. Do you have an adventurous trip planned, like following a guide through an African National Park to see the wildebeest migration? Or will you be pampered in a thatched-roof villa with white sand beaches right outside the door? While you may feel more secure about the safety of your meals at a 5-star hotel, there have been cases of hepatitis A at top tourist destinations.
Take for example this real-life scenario: A waitress at a hotel and resort in New Zealand, a country that has a low incidence of hepatitis A, was diagnosed with the virus. The public health authority estimated that she could have exposed thousands of guests to the virus during the incubation period, a 3-5 week period before any symptoms appear. This is when the virus is the most contagious. The concern was that many of the guests had since returned home, unaware of their exposure. If they did have the virus and were not treated in time, it could have a ripple effect, spreading to family members, coworkers, and people in the community.
Vaccine Recommendations
The good news is that there is a vaccine for hepatitis A. This highly effective vaccine contains an inactivated form of the virus, which means it will not make you sick. You can get the vaccine as soon as you know your plans, but keep in mind a second dose is needed six months later. This will give you long term protection. With appropriate time, the vaccine will stimulate your own immune system to protect you against hepatitis A.
In healthy adults, the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) recommends vaccination for the following:
- Travel to countries with medium to high rates of hepatitis A infection regardless of purpose or length of stay, as soon as travel is considered.
- All unvaccinated household members in cases of international adoption, ideally two weeks or more before the arrival of the adoptee.
- Healthy international travelers under the age of 40 regardless of departure date.
Certain people who are traveling with less than two weeks notice may need to take extra precautions. These include travelers age 40 years and older, those with poor immune systems, or those with chronic conditions. These people should receive the hepatitis A vaccination and hepatitis A immune globulin (IG). IG shots contain antibodies that offer short term protection.
If you cannot get the hepatitis A vaccine for any reason before you depart, consider getting a hepatitis A immune globulin shot. This can provide some protection for a few months.
The CDC does not recommend vaccination for US travelers going to Canada, Western Europe, Australia, New Zealand, or Japan.
General Recommendations
In addition to travelers, the vaccine is recommended for all children aged 12 months and older, poeple with high risk occupations, people who engage in high risk lifestyle behaviors, and those with certain medical conditions, such as liver disease and blood-clotting disorders. Also, any person who desired protection from hepatitis A can be vaccinated.
Vaccine Limitations
There are limitations with the vaccine, though. It cannot be given to children under 12 months or to people who have had an allergic reaction to the vaccine or its components. Vaccination is not necessary for those who have had hepatitis A. Once you have had hepatitis A, you have immunity for life.
How Else Can You Protect Yourself?
Beyond the vaccines and IG, there are other measures that you can take to protect yourself from hepatitis A and other foodborne disease:
- Carefully wash your hands with soap and water before eating and drinking and after using the bathroom.
- To kill the virus, food and drinks need to reach a temperature of 185°F (85°C) for at least one minute. Remember, though, food can still become contaminated between the time you cook it and the time you eat it.
- When eating at a restaurant, be sure the food has been cooked thoroughly and is served hot. Avoid buying food from a street vendor or places that are unsanitary.
- Depending on what area you are traveling to, the entire water supply can be polluted. To be safe, use only bottled water for everything (even brushing your teeth) and avoid having ice in your drinks.
- Certain types of food are more likely to be contaminated. Avoid raw or undercooked shellfish, unpasteurized (raw) milk or milk products, and uncooked fruits and vegetables, especially those that are unpeeled.
What Should You Do Before Traveling?
See Your Doctor
As soon as you begin planning the trip talk to your doctor about your risk for hepatitis A. Provide details about the area, accommodations, types of activities, and your health. Rather than going to your regular doctor, you may want to make an appointment with a specialist in travel medicine. On the International Society of Travel Medicine's website, you can search for a doctor in your state.
Do Your Research
Visit the US Embassy's website to get contact information for the consulates and to register your trip with the US Department of State. Registration is voluntary; the information is used in case of an emergency. On the website, you can also read about current outbreaks, medical facilities, and health insurance. Keep in mind that many insurance companies do not pay for treatment abroad or for emergency care, like being flown by helicopter to a hospital. Also, the country you are visiting may not accept your insurance. So, you may want buy travel medical insurance to cover these expenses.
Another useful resource is the CDC's Traveler's Health website. The site provides information on how to prepare for your trip, including what medications and vaccinations are needed.
Among travelers, hepatitis A is one of the most common infections that can be prevented with a vaccine. So, whether you are planning on visiting museums in Beijing or white water rafting in the Mekong River, take action now to protect yourself and the people around you.
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ALF policy statement on hepatitis A. American Liver Foundation website. Available at: http://www.liverfoundation.org/about/advocacy/hepapolicy. Updated October 4, 2011. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Country specific information—medical insurance. United States Department of State website. Available at: http://travel.state.gov/content/passports/english/go/health/providers.html. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Fear of hepatitis A at Copthorne Hotel and Resort in Queenstown. Medindia website. Available at: http://www.medindia.net/news/Fear-of-Hepatitis-A-at-Copthorne-Hotel-and-Resort-Queenstown-36807-1.htm. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Hepatitis A virus (HAV). EBSCO DynaMed website. Available at: http://www.ebscohost.com/dynamed. Updated February 11, 2015. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Hepatitis A. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Travelers Health website. Available at: http://wwwnc.cdc.gov/travel/yellowbook/2014/chapter-3-infectious-diseases-related-to-travel/hepatitis-a. Updated August 1, 2013. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Hepatitis A FAQs for health professionals. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention website. Available at: http://www.cdc.gov/hepatitis/hav/havfaq.htm. Updated June 6, 2013. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Hepatitis A questions and answers. Immunization Action Coalition website. Available at: http://www.immunize.org/catg.d/p4204.pdf. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Hepatitis A virus vaccine inactivated. EBSCO DynaMed website. Available at: http://www.ebscohost.com/dynamed. Updated January 18, 2013. Accessed February 17, 2015.
Update: prevention of hepatitis A after exposure to hepatitis A virus and in international travelers. updated recommendations of the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices (ACIP). MMWR. 2007;56:1080-1084.
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Mr Johnson, tipped as a possible successor to Tory leader David Cameron, ruled out standing as an MP while also Mayor - meaning he would be unable to seize the Conservative leadership.
Current rules say the leader must be an MP - and he quashed as "complete nonsense" suggestions he could perform a dual role if he is re-elected as Mayor in May 2012.
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"The job of Mayor of London is the most wonderful, most engrossing job I could ever imagine I would have in politics and loads of people realise how lucky I am to be here ... and I really don't want to do anything else. What I want is to get re-elected.
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In an interview for BBC2's Newsnight, Mr Johnson said there was "not a snowball's chance in Hades" he would stand for Parliament while Mayor, adding: "I don't think I will do another big job in politics after this."
Earlier, Mr Johnson delighted activists at the Tory Party conference in Manchester with his vow that London could be the "locomotive" for Britain's economic recovery.
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He defended his record since being elected in 2008, saying: "We have effectively cut the council tax by 10% over the last three years, we have put Oyster on the overground, we have delivered a 24-hour freedom pass for the people of London - a fact I hardly dare mention in Manchester in case they get jealous - (and) the last bendy bus will leave our streets by Christmas."
Mr Cameron, who was in the hall for Mr Johnson's address, earlier praised the Mayor, telling LBC 97.3 Radio: "He brings strong, charismatic leadership, he brings people together, he cheers people up.
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The Liberal Democrats' mayoral candidate, Brian Paddick, said: "Boris's speech was full of waffle because he's done so little for London as Mayor.
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Olivia: Remembering
I sit quietly on the roof, leant back against the chimney, knees pulled tightly to me and head buried in them. Lillie sits on a balcony far below.
She can't climb this high. Some people are confused how I can climb so high. I know Sir Serene is when he follows my sisters line of sight to see me up on the roof.
Her face fills with worry but she discards it quickly..... Like a real Princess.
I like who I am but sometimes I wish I could act more like a lady. Father doesn't seem to want me to.
"Don't change Olivia, your so like your mother in many ways" He always says that.
How though. Mother was a calm women. Well, from what Isabelle and I remember. But the servents tell stories of how the queen loved to sing and play the piano. And how she loved her libary and the gardens.
That she studied swords manship..... that she was the one who taught me to hold my first sword.
I stop a sob. Why couldn't she have lived longer?
Now was not the time to cry. Her mother wasn't the only person in my head.
He was in it as well, the masked deamon. Why he chose that name goes beyond me.
I mean sure he does think for himself a lot. Expecially when he left.
"It's not home" Or something close to that. Wasn't home where you had people who cared for you?
It was obvious when they met he lived and traveled alone. So obvious how most of his skills were self taught and from experience.
I shake my head trying to throw thoughts of him out of my head. No point in hurting my feelings puposely.
I stand up and walk down the roof to the edge where I jumped down to land on my balcony.
I walk through my room and all the way to the main hall. I go straight to the piano and begins to play.
The music travelling through out the castle. Sad, soft and slow.


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"You're late Aaliyah." Joe my boss told me as I ran into the coffee shop.
"Blame my arse of a music teacher." I shouted back to him dumping my bag behind the counter. "Sorry."
I found new books that need to be put of the shelves and started to work. I kept checking over my shoulder, it felt like someone was watching my every move. Then I caught sight of black feathered wings. Unbelievable. I slammed the books on the shelve. This teacher was just out of this world, how dare he say that Music wasn't my best subject, music isn't just singing along. You feel it in your body, it touches your soul and you release it by moving.
I felt guilty too, saying that singing was 'lame'. I mentally kicked myself thinking of different things. I loved singing just as much as dancing but I didn't let anyone know that. Another side of me that I really didn't want people to see. So I kept it hidden and locked away, only letting my voice sing when I was alone.
After a while I looked up seeing that the table was now free.
"Where did he go?" I wondered scanning the empty coffee shop, then my senses suddenly picked up on something which was strange. Someone was behind me and cleared their throat. I spun round my body reacted slow, then I was staring into scarlet red eyes.
"It is rude to spy on people" Mr Angelino voice was deep luring to my body. I quickly regained my composer glaring at him. Ok this was really annoying me now, the way he looked at me, the way that he kept turning up. I grabbed my bag feeling annoyed yet again by this teacher. I could of slapped him there and then, 'spying of people'. Ha he should look at himself before accusing people, Grr he made me mad.
"Shop is closing, get out Now." Anger filled my voice I didn't care that he was my teacher, he was on my turf now, I worked here he didn't. Amazingly he went but not before bowing, he actually bowed! I really couldn't work this guy out; I carried on glaring at him as I locked up the book shop. Then I left him heading over to Ben's house I wanted to get home now, I've had enough of today. My head hurt and my body was aching, too much tension and anger was building up. I broke into a run letting my anger out on the pavement.
"Do you want a drink?" Ben offered when he gave me my bag.
"Come on, you're been running, need to keep hydrated." Ben walked down the hall to the kitchen, knowing that I would follow him. He poured out some fresh orange juice into a glass.
"Thanks Ben, think I needed that after all." I told him after I drained the glass.
"Hmm yer, I'm good at knowing what you want." He stepped next to me, his eyes looking down my shirt, his eyes lingering on the logo that was on the right side of my chest.
"Yer, so thanks yep, say hi to your folks for me." I edged away nearing the door. Except I didn't make the door, Ben grabbed my hand pulling me to the side. He pushed up against me, making me sit on the side.
"Ben I've got to go, I'm grounded especially after yesterday..." His lips pressed onto mine, wet and horrible.
"Since when did that stop you? Word is that you go anyway with any boy." He purred to me, ok so this was a lie, rumours that me Briony and especially Jenny told. Jenny was the worst for it, any gossip she knew it before anyone else.
I was about to blurt out that I hadn't been with anyone, but his body was pressed up against me, his hand slipped up my thigh. Instinct took over me and I kicked hard, Ben clasped on the kitchen floor.
"Twat, don't bother calling. Try this again and you will be doing more then crossing your legs in pain." I threatened.
"O'yer...like...what?" He gasped out.
"Put it this way, girls gossip about boys too. You want a bad reputation going about you now." And with that said I went out the back way to his house noticing then that it was raining. Not that it bothered me; it washed away his creepy grubby hands.
. .....................
The grey clouds made it look dark on the streets, even though it was just the start of the summer season. I took a short cut though the park, even though I've being told not to in here at night. What can I say I live up to the rebellious teenager that everybody said I was.
"You got a lighter." A voice suddenly called out to me I stopped the figure came into view. It was a man wearing dark clothing, tall and smelling of beer. A mixture of emotions came over me as he strolled over. Fear, anxious, nervous and even thought about looking for this guy's weak spots.
I went for being fearless even though I was playing with the hair in my pony tail, something I naturally did when I was nervous. "No sorry I haven't." And even if I did I wouldn't give it to you. I started to carry on walking but I could still hear his footsteps close behind me.
"Hey can I us your phone to call a taxi?" He asked cutting me off by the park gate near the road.
"I. I haven't got one...on me sorry again." He was blocking my way, I couldn't move.
"Hmm, don't believe you pretty girl, girls like you always carry phones. Give it to me, while your in you bag, give me daddy's money." His hands grabbed my shoulders tightly.
"Look I haven't got anything; it's just my school bag, assessments and junk." I blabbed how was I going to get out of this? He smiled one of those creepy mad man smiles.
"Hey boy's! I think someone telling us fibs." The man looked over his shoulder where two other men came from the shadows. My heart rate picked up seeing the other men, I was by myself and it was dark.
"I haven't got anything." I repeated. The man holding me still wasn't convinced, he throw me to ground where I knew I would have bruises and cuts. One of the men from the shadows hit me in the face when I tried to move, the other one grabbed my shoulder bag. He ripped the bag letting everything drop that was inside.
"Would you look at that, a sliver phone o' and look a purse designer too. My my we have being telling fibs." The guy who seemed to be the leader amused looking through my stuff.
"Get your fitly hands off my stuff and off me!" I shouted I was angry again, but this time the range was overcome by fear of what they could do. His two 'buddies' thought this was funny, then I felt the toe of their boots in my body. My hair being pulled making me look at the 'leader', his grubby hand cupped my face. I was quick and I spat in his face and snarled like an animal, it reminded me of the other night.
His grip tightens on my hair I skied out in pain and they laughed, he throws me to the ground again and then his hands went up my shirt. I could barely speck now, I could feel blood coming from the side of my face and also my stomach.
"That's no way to treat a lady." My ear picked out a voice that sounded familiar.
"You've seen nothing, get out of here before my boy's teach you a lesson." His hands went from my skin instead to my mouth, stopping me from screaming.
"O' I've seen enough and believe me Sir, I'll be the one teaching you and your boy's a lesson. Get away from the girl." His voice was deadly cold as he spoke. Two of the men must have gone to sort the 'new' guy out, it sounded painful, and then I heard two bodies fall to the ground.
"Last chance, you've seen some of what I can do. Now are you going to let her go, or take your very weak chances with me"?
The 'leader' scuffled away from me, I was curled up closed eyed worried to open them again.
"God, Aaliyah it's ok." His voice reassured me. "Aaliyah its Char-Mr Angelino."
I opened my eyes and saw Mr Angelino crouched down next to me. I coughed a few times. "It's ruddd-rude to...spy...on people." I could see him trying to hold back a smile. I glared at him I tried to get up, but when his hand went out to help me I flinched.
"I'm ok, just leave me alone." I snapped, I didn't want his help I just wanted, who am I kidding? I sighed in frustration.
"Let me help you, your hurt pretty bad. You can't go back to your parents like that." He told me.
"Back off. You know nothing about me and my parents." I snapped again defensibly. His changed so much then, it was hard to read, the wings moved too. I started to walk away slowly, but my ears could faintly hear him say something under his breath.
"God Aaliyah you know nothing of the world that you live in, let alone what you are."
I spun back to face him feeling dizzy and blood trickling down my body. "You're coming back with me Aaliyah, you won't admit it but you need my help." I just stared at him, there was something more behind his words, but I didn't know what it was.
"No I'm not, you can't make me." This was childish something that I never said, I wished that I could have took it back, I looked away.
"Really?" He amused then with out warning he picked me up and placed me on his bike, handing me a black helmet. "O' you can thank me later by the way."
I was sat on the sofa in the main room of his apartment. I didn't say a word, it sung when he put the wet warm cloth to my cuts. I gasped out at one point I lent forward and gripped his shoulder, clenching my fist full of his black shirt. I did mind however when he said that he had to take my top to get to my cuts there.
"It's ok, I have to check the bleeding, you can use one of my shirts." I took my top off; looking away I heard him gasp and growled under his breath. His hands were soft and gentle on my skin, smooth hands that took the pain away.
"Here's the shirt." I opened my eyes to see a white buttoned up shirt near me. I rolled the sleeves and buttoned it up, leaving a few undone at the top.
He was specking on the phone, so he didn't notice me when I went into the kitchen. I heard him mutter to himself not knowing I was there, he came in still muttering.
"How the hell do I tell her, I could do it now, but after tonight? Hey Aaliyah hope your ok, by the way I'm your Guardian Angel."
"Excurse me. But what did you just say?" I asked for a moment he froze. And i enjoyed the moment where he was took of guard.Taking a deep breath to compose himself. "Aaliyah, I'm your Guardian Angel."
It took me a moment to think this through, then without warning I laughed. "That's a good one, look I know that you helped me but come on; you gotta do better then that."
"It's true Aaliyah; I'm your Guardian Angel." We locked eyes I shock my head.
"I don't believe you, you're a fake those wings like god. No no no no. Just no, ok I'm so outta here." I went to walk past him, put he grabbed my wrist touching my bracelet.


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Qualcomm teases new 1.2 Gbps LTE modem chip—will Apple adopt it for future iPhones?
Qualcomm and Apple are currently embroiled in a legal spat involving excessive royalties, casting serious doubt on the possibility of a Qualcomm-made LTE modem in a future iPhone. Today, Qualcomm teased a brand new Snapdragon X20 LTE chip, its second-gen Gigabit LTE modem.
It's capable of fiber-like LTE Category 18 downloads of up to 1.2 gigabits per second, or one-fifth faster than the previous X16 chip. Upload speeds go up to a theoretical maximum of 150 megabits per second. It's expected to ship in the first half of 2018.
Only time will tell if Apple plans on dual-sourcing cellular modems from both Qualcomm and Intel, in which case 2018 iPhones could theoretically support faster-than-Gigabit-LTE downlink speeds of up to 150 megabytes per second.