Spring

[toxicodendron_radicans]

Death came and she was replanted. Everything feels alien, yet she knows the names of the sounds, the words to decribe the stench in the air. She knows she is hunted. She cannot remember if she had any benefactors.

She wandered to a place called Sea Til. Some of the streets looked right. It smelled better than here. But it didn't feel right. She had acclimated to a new climate and she let the tar and stone ribbons through America take her here as if lured by some migratory instinct.

And so she sits on a bench in what she knows to be Robinson Park in some fiefdom named "Gotham," covered from the rain and the sun as to not be cased from this place until she understands why she is here.

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[thecaretakerdc]

Robinson Park was supposed to be a safe place for him to stay for the evening. That is what he heard from others at the mission. But it was not, it was not safe at all.


Dolemeck found himself running from a gang of adults. Adults who no doubt wanted the coat off his back or his shoes. They picked on the weak, the small, the frail. They picked on him.


It was not long before he found himself slammed up against a tree, within earshot of a bench in the park. Demands for money were made. They thought he had money? Did they know who he was?


The minute a knife was shown, every memory of the night his father died flashed before his eyes. He was frozen and he lost control of his bladder, which made the adults threatening him laugh. His mind went on a vacation, so he did not have to hear how they mocked him, or be there when they no doubt would kill him for all but fifty cents in his pocket.


This was the end... this was how he was going to die. At the hands of thugs, just like his father. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all.