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Morrigan walked along in the dead of the night, having caught the midnight flick of "Casablanca" With her other friends, which seemed like a good idea at the time. Then again, at the time they just finished a few reefers and weren't exactly thinking straight themselves as they split up to go home.

Morrigan continued her staggering journey home, not sure if what she was seeing was real or just hallucinations from the 'shrooms she split with a couple friends after the movie.

She watched in shock as a Nazi patrolman walked along, just to walk into a mailbox and disappear. She looked up at the moon to see it streaked with the blood of the thousands of Jews killed in Hitler's rule during whichever world war it was that he was boss in.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie to find herself lying face down on a car. The metal was smooth and cool to the touch, almost like a lover inviting her to sweet rest.

Slowly, reluctantly, Morrigan pushed herself off the car and continues her awkward journey in the direction she is sure her home lies.

It suddenly dawned on her if she cut a few corners down a few alleys; she could get home faster and maybe have another joint before calling it a night.

She goes racing down one alley, then another. A few of the local gutter trash took a swipe at a leg, to end up getting her solid heel in their face in response. The few muffled squeals from these poor souls convince the rest to leave the drug-crazed b***h alone.

She rounds the corner, having come out of one alley. As she crossed the street, she looks up in time to see the lights of a sleek sports car. She quickly jumps up onto the hood and rolls to the other side, landing safely. But to show the a*****e a lesson, she lies still.

The man jumped out of his car and looks at the body. "HOLY s**t!" he screams before peeling out as fast as his sports car can possibly go. A few blocks away a crash is heard as the man lost control going around a curb.

Morrigan gets up, wiping the filth out of her short curly brown hair. She gave her clothes a quick check over to be sure nothing disgusting is on them before she continues on her way laughing at the man's misfortune.

"That'll teach the ******** to go speeding around," She said to no one in particular as she enters the next alley.

She wondered down the alley, leaning on the right wall for support as her drug pumped body screamed for rest. She struggled on to make it home.

As she came to the next turn, she found a man kneeling over another man. A coppery scent is in the air, familiar to Morrigan. But her drug-slowed brain can't place the smell.

The man kneeling gets up slowly, his body silhouetted by the streetlamps behind him. The only obvious things about him are his boots as he slowly begins to approach her. His pace quickened considerably as the man began to run.

Morrigan only let out a small gasp of shock as the man's open palm slams into her chest, which sends her flying into the wall behind her.

The last thing she sees before the warmth of oblivion comes is the man's boots silhouetted by the Jew blood stained moon.

It's meant to sound garbled like that. smile Thanks for noticing, not many catch on to it like that. I'm glad you commented on it and enjoyed the story.