(C) Copywritten 2003
����������� The drunken woman finally does regain consciousness. Her head is splitting with pain. She begins to regret drinking so much tequila at her friend's house, feeling sick and disoriented. She usually doesn?t drink that much. She typically prefers to have one or two and sit around and make fun of her other friends, who always dive in with both feet and end up making fools of themselves. Now, she lies hunched over her steering wheel. There is blood coming from her temple and it trails down her cheek. She can hear sirens, and can vaguely make out the blurry red and white lights blinking around her. A man finally gathers her out of her car, and arrests her. This man is an officer, and he is arresting her for drunk driving and manslaughter. He takes a certain satisfaction in his actions, but not enough to subdue the anger and misery the sight of another man crushed against a wall brings to his mind.
����������� The officer has been on the force for thirteen years, and yet he still has never gotten used to some of the sights he has seen. He is a good cop. He is strong, intelligent, and resourceful. He has made over 100 arrests, seized over 35 million dollars in stolen property and narcotics, rescued 23 kidnapped sons and daughters, and saved 4 cats caught up in trees. He has received honorable medals, been commended on several occasions for his valiant deeds, and is known as one of the cities most respectable citizens. He has a lovely wife and a son who wants to one day be a lawyer. This man is proud of his life, and of his job. He goes out one night, and acting on a tip and his keen instincts, arrests one of the cities most dangerous drug dealers. The vile man sits and leers at him as the officer reads him his rights.
����������� Everyone knows this treacherous criminal. He has been rumored to have been living his whole life in an insane asylum, until he escaped. This man feels that the whole world owes him. He steals from people without any moral struggle. The ideas of sin and immorality never enter his mind. He finds pleasure in the suffering of others. It gives him a sense of domination and superiority. He has shot more people than he can remember, and he is not afraid to shoot more in the future. He has no hair, tattoos all over his body of people dying, burning, and suffering. Before he goes to bed each night, he injects himself with heroine and sits on his dirty bed, enjoying the effects. This man hates women, and feels that they should express the greatest amounts of gratitude when he rapes their bodies. His arrest at the hands of the city's hero came not moments before he was about to rape the third teenager he had assaulted that week. She is a pretty little red haired girl who he snagged from the street as she was walking home from the movies.
����������� She regretted going to see the movie after she walked out of the theater. It wasn't that good. This teenaged girl always went to the movies almost once a week with her friends. She loves seeing shows about magical fantasy lands, where dragons and fairies live and people fight with swords and magic spells. She reads books about that sort of thing too. At school, she paints and draws pictures that win awards and get put into student art galleries. She also performs in several of the drama productions that her school puts on. Her parents always feel so proud of her when they see her quoting Shakespeare on the stage with such talent. She has a kitten that she talks to all the time. She tells all her secrets to her cat, for she feels that she can trust him. She tells him about the crush she has on the line backer on the school football team, and makes him promise not to tell anyone else.
����������� Of all the sports this young man that she thinks about likes, football is his favorite. He loves the speed and power he feels in his body when he plays. He trains every day, lifting weights and running around the track until his muscles are aching with the burn of the exercise. He stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom all the time to look at himself. He takes pride in his abilities and physical appearance. He loves going to the beach and showing himself off. Late at night, he goes out to the bars with his buddies, where he has a great time getting drunk and being with the guys. He hits on all the ladies he sees at the clubs, and enjoys every minute of the time he spends enjoying himself. He spends a lot of time with his family as well, teaching his brother how to play football and soccer as well as he can, and talking with his grandfather, who first taught him.
����������� When he was a young teenager, his grandfather was much like he was: athletic, energetic, and frisky. Over the years though, this old man has grown weaker and lost a lot of his energy. He spends a lot of time in front of the television, flipping endlessly from channel to channel and never finding anything he likes. He thinks about death, and he wakes up each day wondering if today is the day he will die. He sits in his favorite chair and stares out the window for hours at a time. When he goes for a walk in the park, he feels so small and slow in a world that has grown so large and rapid in his lifetime. His son and two daughters hardly ever talk to him any more these days, and he only feels happy when he gets to see his grandchildren. He goes to see his youngest granddaughter at her ballet practice all the time.
����������� She loves dressing up in her little pink outfit that her mother got her. She dances like an angel?at least that is what everyone tells her. When she grows up, she wants to become the world's best dancer. She draws pictures of herself winning awards and medals in red and blue and pink crayon. Her mother puts them up on the fridge for everyone to see. This little girl dances around all day, doing twirls and jumps every chance she gets. Her father thinks it is so cute to see his little girl acting that way. She is an innocent little spirited child that has her whole life ahead of her. Everyone that watches her on the stage can't help but feel so touched by her innocence and liveliness. She looks out on them--the hundreds of different men and women in the audience, and sees so many different faces staring back at her, each one with a different story resting just behind their eyes.
