Samuel~~

It happened in a moment, one second the beggar girl, who he had confirmed as the cause of the earlier commotion was hurling at full speeds towards a police vehicle, and the next, well that was when things got interesting. Two things crossed Samuel's mind in the next second, one; the absolute tragedy that was his persistent lack of good tea to enjoy this fine day with, and two; that he was not quite sure he had remembered to take his pills this morning. The second thought was more or less confirmed in the next three moments.

The first spent idly lifting his form from the bench, the second stepping into the shop that was now accessible to him, and the third, coming face to face with the rotting figure of his deceased sister Emily. [i]So it is getting worst is it? These god damned delusions should just hurry up and cease. [/i] is what he thought about this otherwise terrifying experience. What he did was rather odd indeed. First he stepped back with one foot, and then tipped his hat to the grotesque form, then with a bowing gesture he stated politely, "good day to you milady, now off with you." This was a sort of self medication he had developed over the years of meeting with his psyche, Doctor Mathews. Mathews was a practical man, and had helped Sam come to terms with quite a few of his past issues. Samuel would have almost found his murder a sad thing, if it hadn't been orchestrated by him that is.

Samuel was no longer than ten minutes in the shop, lucky for him the business owner was also a practical man, who did not believe that the distractions of the street warranted his employees time off. The young lady behind the counter kept dashing worried glances at the the scene just outside of the store, Samuel shook his head and chuckled to himself when she tried to ask him what he thought of it. "Why my dear lass, this simply further proves the age old truth that children should not be allowed to play in the street." He chuckled at his own pun as he turned out of the shop to further his own knowledge of what exactly had happened.

Ariela~~

*Snap*

The sound of her hipbone breaking under the weight of a sudden form was all Ariela could recall before entering a world of unconsciousness. Her malnutrition and high adrenaline had contributed to both her sudden unconsciousness, and the easily broken bone. As it usually was, Ariela dreamed, she dreamed of better times, of the beauties of the colored world that every other human had taken for granted...

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAm_uoV1z5k]song[/url]

The leaves of a fresh autumn graced the floor of the world with a beauty Ariela held most precious in her heart. It was her favorite time of year, and her favorite picnicking spot to boot. Ariela glanced up at her mothers face and tried to tell her that she loved her, and tried to tell her how happy she was to be with her again. Ariela found herself unable to speak however, and found her mother unwilling to look at her.

She turned left, hoping to see her father's smiling face their, greeting her. She felt his soft hands in hers, but when she looked up to him, the world grew dark. No longer was it the beautiful autumn's of her past, nay, now it was horrible fires of her nightmares. Her fathers dead body lay on the floor at her feet. Ariela tried to get him to wake up, but he wouldn't. He just lay there, the comfort of his beating heart absent when she held her ear against it. "Papa!" she cried, unable to accept the facts.

Then she looked up, only to see her mother, dieing of a horrible disease, yet still refusing to eat her portion of the rations. Ariela pleaded with her, but she instead simply shook her head. "You grow strong my dear, you live to see tomorrow, find a man, and find a life... of love..." Her mother breathed out her final breath and Ariela cried into her cold bosom. Her Mother's final wish unheard, and the last of her childhood innocence ripped from her in a single moment.

Then it was dark again, and there were sounds, and there were hands, and then..

 There was nothing..