The Pandemonium

'I don't make the rules, I just abide by them' floated down the wall from the ceiling in block white letters. "Ya don't mind screwin' around either, do ya?" Travis grumbled. 'Perish the thought,' came the dark blue letters from right to left. 'I may be a little mischievous, but I am the soul of the work ethic. Everything for a reason and everything in it's proper time and place.' "Okay, so what got her here? I saw the botched burglary. What made her do it?" Travis felt this was important. 'Oh it is important, and it is history, so sit down and I'll lay the word upon your ears, Jiminy.' The letters had that mocking attitude again, and the bright neon orange letters bursting on the wall screen made Travis eyes ache to look at. 'Once upon a time,' scrolled the letters in powder blue, 'a little girl was born to a whore mother and a drug-addled gang-banger father. This little girl grew up in a house where neither parent looked after her, and only her drunken grandmother ever paid her attention beyond the occasional snarl and backhand from the girl's parents. It was so, so, sad. The little . . . [Read More]