Saint Joseph School

Wachabe woke up blearily...

He pulled the towel off the the chair next to his bed, and started with his feet.

Thankfully nobody had noticed all of the towels going missing from the athletics closet. Or if they did thankfuly nobody had sayed anything.

He worked his way up from his feet as he stood up, he thuroughly toweled off his legs, torso, and arms... usually his head wasnt too bad.

Wachabe dropped the soggy towel into a big black garbage bag.

He turned around and began to carefuly pull the sheets off of the bed careful to keep the edges high so that nothing would roll onto the floor.

He wadded up the bedding and also placed it into the garbage bag. Usually the bedding wasnt too wet he only had to change it about once a week or two.

The light sound of metal bouncing around could be heard in the small garret as wachabe

pulled on a pair of shorts and carried the garbage bag out to the dumpsters in the secluded back of the main building.

He had talked Scruffy into puting a garden hose on the water faucet that was there.

He threw the remarkably heavy garbage bag full of wet sheets into the dumpster.

Then he turned on the hose.

The towel never really got it all... some would dry before he woke up sometimes it just seemed to sink into his skin.

Wachabe began with his hear and head, making sure to rinse the hair well. Unless he got it

all out it would start to smell by the end of the day. He made sure to get his neck and the creases under his arms and back of the knees...

He used to dislike the smell of this... sort of a sickly sweet after it had been sitting there most of the night. Now he hardly noticed as is got rehydrated and slippery and eventually washed off.

Finally after a thorough was Wachabe turned the hose off and stepped out of the puddle of pink water that had gathered around his feet. It was like being hung over, he couldnt just forget about what happened last night, he had to think about it... and think about all the Blood.

At least Tawney wasnt around anymore, thankfully she hadnt visited Wachabe in a while... He doubted that his presence would be so comforting these days.

These labs were all so weird. With their steel and stone. So cold, sterile, unwelcoming.

Wachabe ducked under the window and slid into the biology lab through the storage room. he

had been jaunting in here more and more lately.

His powers were growing and he was afraid that unless he practiced he wouldnt be strong

enough for what might have to happen.

He pulled a stool up and sat down in front of a row of mouse cages. He had learned how to

make them angry.

Wachabe concentrated on one of the mice, let out just enough to make contact. The Confused

and angry mouse tried to attack the cause of its rage. The mouse started from the back of

the cage charging forward.

At the last moment it lept into the air straight at Wachabe. It head hit the bars hard

enough. The mouse slumped to the floor of the cage with its neck broken.

Wachabe lurched, that was the first time it had been that extraordinary... and there was

something else...

He was making contact with its mind when it died... so that is what it feels like.

Wachabe stood up abruptly knocking over the stool. It clattered to the ground and he could

hear footsteps approaching the front door. He quickly slid out the back and sprinted across

the court-yard.

When back at his garret he could only think about one thing... that feeling, the feeling of

death. The voices reasured him that it was not his fate. His ancestors told him not to be

afraid, that he was weak to be afraid... then one voice broke through. "Use it" the voice

said, this started a chorus. Now all the ancestors were incisting "Use it".

Later that night Wachabe snuck back into the biology lab, the dead mouse had been disposed

of.

He pulled up the stool once more and concentrated.

Wachabe brought this thought, this feeling of death up to the front of his mind as he

concentrated on another mouse. It was harder to push through a specific thought rather than

just letting the jumble through. But, it worked... the mouse screamed and then was

suddently still.

As Wachabe leaned in he could see it shivering... it was shaking with fright.