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 "Dax," whimpered a soft spoken voice. The Lowlander turned over in the hotel bed coming face to face with Beyal. The Lil' Monkfish didn't look well. Beyal was trembling head to toe. His eyes were wide and brimming with tears. He had one hand on his stomach and the other was clutching his huge shark plushie for dear life. Dax sat up fully, the covers sliding off his bare chest. "What is it Lil' Monkfish?" "I do not feel so well." A few tears dripped down Beyal's face melting Dax's heart instantly. The dark skinned teen patted the place next to him on the bed. "C'mere Beyal." Beyal nodded and gently clambered onto the bed tugging his

       R.J. Wells let out a long sigh as he readjusted his school bag on his shoulder so he could reach for his keys to his apartment. School had been particularly rough that day, filled with it's stupid, dull teenagers and stupid, dull teachers. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and forget about the world for a few minutes--        The door suddenly swung open, just as he reached to unlock the deadbolt, and his little sister nearly ran straight through him as she walked out.        "Oh, sorry R.J." she muttered, slipping past

-It's the Rush You Get- Jack lay back, watching the ash grey cloud of his breath fly and curl; wispy, like a spirit of some kind, a ghostly cry of pain from his tar stitched lungs. Jackson coughed next to him, his hazel eyes bloodshot and his smile was beautiful. If one could call the grimace on his lips beautiful. Jack took another slow drag on his last cigarette. He exhaled again, fighting the urge to laugh at the rude shape it twisted into briefly before it was swept into nothingness by the not so stale air. It was much cleaner up on the roof.  Jackson hiccoughed and clawed angry bruises into his spotted, bloodied forearms. Jack barely sp