All was dark as if the sun had grown tired of shining."NO!" screamed a shrill voice. It wasn't in anyway harsh, in fact, it was desperate and pleading with a touch of that comforting, warmness only a person close to them would notice "Please no," she begged "you can't do this! PLEASE!" she screamed. Spiky wanted to shout back, he wanted to help so bad, but he didn't know how - or why. He thought that it may be that no one likes to see someone suffer, but Spiky didn't just feel empathy, he felt pain. Deep in his chest, as though he were pierced by a bullet and drained but his heart still fought to live. He yelled back for her, for whoever it was, with such great force that he didn't notice the warm sting of tears as they filled his defeated eyes and streamed down his cheeks.<br/><br/>They were clear, bright, luminous.<br/><br/>The cold blackness around him was met with cold blackness, except for where they landed.<br/><br/>He thought maybe he could cry enough to see her.<br/><br/>To help her from whatever or whoever was causing her so much pain. For that thing he felt so much anger yet he also felt so much sadness.<br/><br/>Maybe what caused this pain was sad too ? If he could see he would know. Maybe she was sad because she couldn't see ? Maybe if he could cry enough he could illuminate the world and maybe all this sadness would be gone.<br/><br/>He tried his best but in the end all there was was a large puddle of luminous pain.<br/><br/>It still showed nothing.<br/><br/>Cold blackness still met cold blackness, except where the tears landed.<br/><br/>Now the pain began to spread and millions of screams began. Each sadder than the next. None overlapping, all completely audible, all screaming cracks into Spiky's soul<br/><br/>Spiky tried everything to make the voices shut up but they kept going.<br/><br/>They kept screaming, he kept trying to help but they kept screaming. They wouldn't shut up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family:  Times new roman;">THEY WOULDN'T SHUT UP !</span></span></span><br/><br/>The alarm in his room sounded and Spiky literally fell from his bed onto the soft carpeted floor below, it smelled of banana grass. Spiky stood up and headed to his bathroom which was a large, deep blue, shiny tiled room. He stood in front of his mirror and brushed his teeth, he showered for the day but didn't bother with much other than a pair of boxers, a t-shirt and quick brush of his wild and oddly colored hair. He stepped out of his room and walk drowsily to the living room, attracted by the smell of food that he didn't have to cook. The door opened to the large windowed room and was greeted by pleasant music and a large group of people sitting on the couch he joined them and observed their apparel, (feeling quite under-dressed and okay with it) he gave confident smiles to all the ladies and a nod to the guys. He plopped down in a seat and listened for a moment before interrupting the silence that the music and the crackle of food seemed to hold. "Soo......" he said "now what?"