Tasting Freedom

Pick Up

Pick up

Put down.

Left, right, left.

Is this how you run? Cause it's so goddamn fun. It's a exhilarating experience, that I swear will never tire me. How does this wear people out?

I don't know where to turn.

I have no place to go.

I'm not lost, cause I've never been found.

So my sore feet carry this pathetic body forward.

I stand in dark air while a white circle hangs high in the sky. I hear it's called night. Breathing heavily, I squinted through my red coloured eyes. I've never seen so many coloured lights in my life. In fact I've never seen coloured lights before. Words were formed out of these lights and humans filled the sidewalks.

"Excuse me, where am I?" I asked the first person I spotted.

"Honey! You don't know where you are?" A strange sounding voice came from the male.

"Uhm no, sorry."

He had brown hair with random pieces of blonde. "You're in Chicago!" He shouted as if exasperated, raising his hands in the air.

"What is a Chicago?" I seriously was confused what's a shi ca goe? A place? A food? Is that the name of my next test?

"Cutie its a city. A place. A paradise to get drunk, or high. You can get fucked, raped, or do the fucking! Taste delicious meals, meet new people, watch concerts." He continued to ramble on but the way he was talking made it sound good.

"Can I come too?" I felt my cheeks heat up for some odd reason as I bluntly asked a question.

"How 'bout you go with my mates." This person sounded crazy but he started walking, and led me to a building.

"They're in here. Say what's your name honey?"

I stared at him funny. "I don't have a name. But I do have a number."

My feet were bleeding, I think I stepped on some glass, oh well. "Where are you from?"

He asked me getting very very close to my face. "A science department. Lived there all my life as an experiment." I smiled sadly reminiscencing about painfully blank memories.

"What did they do to you?" This person smelled of fresh mint and other tasty things.

"They erased my memory after every test. All I know is I am a sniper and am an orphan." How careless the first person I see now knows secrets. Oops.

"What's your number?" He questioned leading me up the steps.

"Zero."

"Go through this white door, Zero, and hug the first person you see." He didn't sound as cheerful as he did a couple blocks ago. He sounded almost serious, as if only he could tell me what to do and no one else could.

"Okay." I dumbly said, when I pushed open the door the air scented of a grassy field and shit mixed together.

"What stinks?" I asked the stranger.

But receiving no answer I turned to see the poorly lit city night and not my new owner. Wonder where he is....

My savior

The owner to this lost kitten.

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yea I guess I'll call him Zero xD..... can you figure out what they smell??????? Poo and grass trust me it's scary e_O