blind date

There is this urban myth, you know. Something about weirdos placing infected syringes between cinema seats. One zap and you are toast. We come in peace, they said. Almost anyone i knew laughed this off. Words of the tougher, older siblings, to the young ones, to scare them off with tooth picks while watching a Disney movie.

Well, let me tell you-i went to the movies a month or two ago.'T was nice, actually..a Will Smith drama/flick, too much altruism made me sick but was rather good. Surely I will remember it forever though.

I sit in the train now and it is a six hour journey. I am literally starving and my co-passengers suddenly seem very tasty. I wear my sunglasses so that my eyes don't show, better eccentric than dead.

I don't know how or when I became so sarcastic, probably it was that night. Instant change, like instant soup. I 've missed instant soup. I always hated it, its just now, that i cannot have it, i want it. Is it not like that with most things though? Love comes to mind.

A member of my herd is awake. He is a musician of sorts-I saw him scribbling notes and a big, confident F key a while ago. Hunger drives me off topic.

You know, it is not like they told you it would be. Those kids dream about it and they could not be further from the truth. No veil is lifted from your puny mortal eyes nor are you suddenly blessed with super strength and a fetish for flashy renaissance shirts and leather coats. It's just the hunger and the starlight. Seeing in the dark should have made this bloody situation a tad more enjoyable but I am too irritated now to look at the bright side of the moon. An optimist would say I got my whole life ahead to enjoy it. Sod off, optimist, or I'll bite your scrawny neck.

Do you know they have installed random DNA checks at stations? They say they gather us all up and lock us in big containers. We are left to eat each other, drain our fellows' blood so we can survive. But the last one standing is sated only for a while. I have heard about rings where norms put money on us fighting. Like starving dogs we loathe and love the hand that feeds us. There is no plan other than extermination for us, and why?Because of a short flame of passion, like Jay, my pal had.. or an unlucky movie, like 7 pounds.

We are getting closer to the station. I see some peace guards at the platform, just my luck. I go to the trains bathroom and use the syringe. I hide it at my seat, the others have already left.

Now my fate will also become somebody else's and history has shown that revolutions are won by the masses. As I have forgiven my maker, please forgive yours,