Jason Starch was an all American boy. He loved sports, the latest music,
kept up with girls. You know, the usual. He lived in an all American house.
White, picket fence, with the 2004 new, Ford model in the driveway. His
mother was the stay at home, all American mom, while his father was the
businessman, still having time for the family. All American.
One day, as Jason was walking home from school, he heard something
overhead. He looked up to see what it was, and saw something weird in the
sky. A ripple of some sort, like the sky was ripping apart. He ran home,
ton the safety of his all American home.
"Mom! Dad! Did you see what's going on in the sky?!" he asked. But
no one was home. He walked up the stairs of the two story, and into his
"Mom? Dad?" he asked to no one. "Weird," he said, as he walked
downstairs, and into the kitchen.
As he passed the stove, that, ripple, happened again. Only this
time it was in his house. It seemed that the very fabric holding his home
together was breaking, threatening to crash to the ground. He began to get
very scared, and ran out the back door. He circled to t he front of the
house, and ran across the street, to his best friend, Richies house. He
banged on the door.
"Rich! Richie! Are you there!? RICHIE!!!!" he screamed. As his
scream left his mouth, it created another ripple in his surroundings. Only
this time, it all seemed to fade away, and he was alone, naked, and before
him lay a bloody battlefield. He fell to his knees, and began to cry.
"Mom! Dad! What's happening!?!?!?" Then the battlefield flashed
away and he was behind the crack house. Someone handed him a bong and he
took a hit. Reality hit him like a train, and he remembered who he was, and
what he was doing. He remembered his past. He knew there was no white
picket fence, or a mom or dad to go home to. He remembered what he was. He
felt a tear come to his eye, and brushed it away. He took another hit.