Ch.12 It's Not Abandoned

Our minds are truly an amazing part of us. Our minds can process information faster than any super computer. We can see in such an array of color that not even the best artist can match the depth of color. One of the greatest abilities of our mind is our speech. We have the ability to speak and understand speech and some of us can speak multiple languages. And with this knowledge, we can be taught to read. Our minds can recognize words so quickly that even if a few letters are missing here and there, our minds can replace the letters and we can understand the what we are reading.

It Travis was correct, the half crumbled, half faded sign he was reading said, "Wilton Read's Institution for the Criminally Unstable."

The hospital was abandoned, or so it seemed to Travis. He felt threatened by the tall three story building with it's blackened exterior layered with years of neglected vines and it's crumbling stone walls.

Travis shuddered.

Adadora had carried him for miles before throwing him down here in front of an iron gate which silently guarded an abandoned mental institution. Something inside Travis snapped.

"What have I done to deserve this? Why are we here? Before a few days ago, I lived a nice comfortable quiet life! Now you are tying me to chairs! I'm being thrown out of windows! I'm being carried for miles and dumped in front of the gates to this...this...hell! Who do you think..."

Travis had exploded into a barrage of questions but Adadora silenced him with a flick of her wrist and a hand clapped firmly across his mouth. She dropped her voice to an urgent whisper.

"You will remain quiet. All questions will be answered...in time. For now, you need to follow me. You need to trust me. Your life depends on that."

Somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled and she pulled from nowhere Quinn's silver pocket watch and placed it into his now outstretched hand.

Travis wasn't done asking questions. He didn't trust Adadora completely. He didn't want to follow her into this hell. But for now, it was in his best to interest to do as she asked. So he settled for grumbling bitterly to himself as he followed her through the iron gate and into a dark, threatening mental hospital.

But out of the darkness came a voice. A new voice. A strange voice. The voice was only a whisper, his breath was warm and it tickled Travis' ear.

"Don't trust her."

Travis turned, but not quickly enough. The voice had vanished. For now....

Ch.11 Second Story Window

Everyone at one point or another must learn a very valuable lesson. This is not an easy lesson and sometimes we learn this lesson early. But sometimes it takes many years for this lesson to really take a hold on our lives. However, once this lesson is learned, it is never forgotten and we try to pass this lesson onto our children and grandchildren. There comes a time in our lives when we learn that we don't always get what we want.

Travis was learning this lesson as he stared at the menacing woman in the doorway. The woman with the scar on her left cheek. He did not want this woman here. But, as we know, we don't always get what we want in life.

"Adadora," the menacing woman in the doorway sneered, "we meet again."

Adadora, the auburn haired girl, couldn't help but grimace."Tessa, this meeting is as distressing as the last."

Tessa laughed. Travis thought it was a musical laugh. It was dark music. Music they played at funerals. Music that made you so depressed, you didn't want to live anymore.

The laugh vanished and her face turned cold. "Perhaps, it will be as deadly as well."

From behind Tessa came four men dressed all in black. The each carried a Katana. The blade glinted in the sunlight. Travis turned a pasty shade of white. The only weapon Adadora had was a knife. A simple basic black combat knife.

"Not today, Tessa."

Travis wasn't sure exactly what happened. But he was sure he was falling. He was vaguely aware that time had slowed down and he could see the shower of glass that fell with him. Their sharp edges also glinted in the sun and the picture of the katana came back to his mind. He had enough time to realize that his apartment was on the second floor before the street below him broke his fall...and the chair he was tied to.

He was only on the ground for seconds but those seconds felt like hours to him. At first his body was numb and he couldn't feel the pain. But that didn't take long. He watched, as if from a distance, the figure of Adadora leaping from the second story window. He stared in amazement as she landed on her feet and let herself roll into the impact before she lept back onto her feet.

To further his shock and amazement, she scooped him up and threw him over her shoulder and carried him like a sac of potatoes. And she began to run.

Travis had no idea where he was being taken. But he did know that at that moment, he didn't have much choice. He was going wherever she was taking him. And for the second time that day, Travis realized you don't always get what you want in life...

Author's Note: Where oh where will Travis go?? Where oh where will he be?? And thank you Joe for allowing me to use the name Adadora :-)

Here Kitty Kitty!

I would like to begin this blog by telling you that in November (I think it was November) my roommate Sarah got a cat. His name is Simon. It's kind of funny because Sarah's last name is Baker. So...our cat is named Simon Baker (you do get that, right?).

I would also like to mention that we all love this cat. He is adorable. He loves to play hide and go seek. He'll start chasing someone and they'll go hide in the laundry room and slowly, ever so slowly, he'll sneak into the laundry room. At which, we jump out at him and he goes running. He runs into Sarah's room where he hides and we have to find him. FYI: He's small. He's much better at hiding than we are. Once we find him, he jumps at us and we run into the laundry room. He LOVES this game.

So...this cat is not without love and attention. And if he feels like he isn't getting enough attention, he'll let you know.

This blog however is not to inform of the way in which we love our Simon Baker cat. This blog is to inform that despite this cat's lovable (and mischievous) personality, he is PSYCHO!! I will prove it to you.

My alarm went off this morning at 7:45. I get to sleep in today. I don't have to be at work till 10:30. Pretty sweet, huh? Anyway, he heard my alarm and knew that this means the prey has awoken! And yes, he views me as prey. So he did this enormous leap onto my keyboard and from there to the top of my bunk bed.

At first he was purring. He sat there while I stroked him and he snuggled onto the bed with me. And then...he was POSSESSED! I'm sure of it.

He suddenly jumped up and lept onto my face wrapping his paws around my head. He even got a paw stuck in my tangled mass of hair. And he began chewing on my cheek. Chewing. This is not an exaggeration. He got this strange psychotic feeling that I was on the menu for breakfast! Obviously, this did not please me. I tried to shove him away but remember when I told you a paw was stuck in my hair? I wasn't joking. The only thing I could do was grab my blanket and protect my face.

At this point, and with difficulty, Simon untangled himself from my hair and around my head. He did this for the sole reason that he saw my feet were now uncovered. He made a mad dash for my feet and proceeded to munch on those instead!

Does anyone see my problem here? I AM NOT breakfast! Nor will I ever be breakfast! But this cat is convinced I am. This is not the first time he has done this. Oh, no. I have many adventures such as this and each time I have escaped being his next meal. Perhaps next time, he will win...