Chaos

"Chaos is a beautiful thing," he whispered, staring at the girl. "Embrace it."
And with that he stepped forward, grabbing her arm, and despite her kicks and screams dragged her off to the run-down building not a mile away.

The next day, when the sun came out again, a little girl went to the playground she always went to on Saturday mornings. She and her father played tag and hide n' seek and any other game you could think of, returning home a little before eleven in the morning. Neither of them noticed the small drops of blood on the swing. The little girl was afraid of heights.