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I shake my head as I continue to wander down the cold streets. All I have to do is a simple chore, break in and take the case. Easy right. No first I have to find the hideout, and once I con my way in and complete the job I get a dose, I get to treat the itch. The only problem is that this job could take days, days without a hit, a dose, a scratch.

I sigh when I finally reach Bighit street, at least Jackson was kind enough to supply that much information. I continued down the street, a breeze chilling my frail body. A knot forms in my stomach as I walk down the sidewalk, it's too silent, there is nobody around, no children playing in their lawns, no parents lecturing their every action. It's broken, void of all that give it life.

Another chill flows through my body, my mind, this chill is different though. This chill is caused by the itch, it's been about 6 hours since my last dose, and now it's warring off. Chills are the first sign, the next comes later. Another chill causes my body to shiver violently as it tares its way through my starved muscles.

'Damnit!" I curse as I lower myself to the curb slowly, from experience I've learned that it's better to just wait out the chills. Another chill, now my body is constantly shivering in an attempt to preserve what little body heat I have left. After about fifteen minutes of constant trembling the chills subside, leaving my body weak and my muscles exhausted.

With extreme effort I'm able to lift myself from the ground and slowly walk down the street. I have to find the house, it's the only way to get more. To stop the itch. Every step sends a jolt of pain up through my legs, my abdomen, my heart. Every jolt causes my heart rate to increase, causing my blood to pulse in my ears. Every beat of my heart screaming for relief.

My steps become slower, more laboured, more painful. Right foot over left, left foot over right. Damnit I can't move. It's as if my mind and body were two, my commands were disregarded. I am helpless. Trying once more to move I fail and fall to my knees. The pain of impact barely penetrated the numbness that has begun to set in.

My mind had become fuzzy, I struggle as I try to breathe, the worst would be over soon, I just had to stay conscious. Every unstable breath sent pain through my mind, my heart. My vision darkened, and I bit my lip in an attempt to remain alert. The pain shot through my body sending a shock of energy through my veins.

A smile crept to my face as I struggled to my feet once again, the episodes were always the same. First chills, exhaustion and then if I wasn't prepared I would slip into unconsciousness. The only good thing about the episodes is that they were normally rather predictable, every two hours after the drug wares off. The worst part was that every episode was worse than the one before.

I regain my footing and continue down the street, searching for any signs of life. The windows are dark, driveways empty. This is the skeleton of a once impressive neighbourhood, but years of drugs, gangs, and violence have driven out the respectable people. The once impressive houses were now occupied by bums and criminals.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing here!" Shouted a voice breaking my thoughts and causing the knot in my stomach to tighten painfully. Turning quickly i came face to face with the owner of the voice. He was tall, his clothes ragged, his skin porous and rough. A sick smile plastered on his face.

"Now I asked you, what are you doing here?!" He spat as he gripped my shoulders roughly digging his jagged nails into my flesh. Panic filled my body as I stared into his dark eyes. I couldn't move, his nails sent pain through my muscles and my mind shut off.

The impact of his palm against my cheek sent throbbing pain through my brain. The next impact was a fist to the abdomen, followed by one to jaw. Another blow, followed by another. The pain from each blow blended into the next. Pain, pain is all I could feel. My ribs cracking from his kicks, a concussion forming behind my eyes. I lay curled in a ball desperately trying to protect myself. Another blow, this one to my head causing sparkles to form behind my eyes. I am so helpless, a victim. Ill just be another nameless corpse. Another victim of the streets, a body left by a nameless killer. A stain on the pavement. The stars spread to blackness and I was consumed by unconsciousness.

Fire, so much fire. My old home was once something the neighbours envied. Large, graceful, the latest fashion, of course, now it was the grave. The fiery end to my family. I stood there on the grass alone, the wind whipped at my hair, my feet bare against the frosty dew. They were there, in that house, what used to be my home. The place I would hide, retreat to. Now it was their demise.

A scream escaped my throat as i tried to run, save them, my sister, mother, father. I had to, I ran each step faster than the last. A broken scream escaped the house as i grew closer, so close, stay strong. Almost there. So close. A hand grips my shoulder from behind pulling me to the cold wet grass, he held me as I screamed. As I cried. As I broke.

I pry my eyes open, pain flooding over me, my muscles felt as if they had been pounded by a hammer. My head throbbed with every beat of my heart, and the light above wasn't helping. I stare past the light trying to determine its source, useless, I couldn't even think enough to create words. My vision seemed to fade as a hand placed itself on my neck, panic filled me again, my heart raced sending more pain crashing through my skull.

"Hey... Relax" is all I heard before I became consumed in the darkness once again.

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