FW: Lost

Fictional Writings aka Story (start of one)

He was lost. Jack stared at the large map in front of him and stared at the little dot. "You are here."

Jack was pretty sure he wasn't there at all. He didn't see the MacDonald's that was supposed to be right next to him, if he in fact was where the blasted dot said he was.

Clearly, some jerk who thought it would be make great laugh moved that little dot sticker into the middle of nowhere just so Jack would stand here, his stomach growling, nosing running and getting his ass soaked in the rain.

Jack shoved his fingers into his hair, and pulls on it. 

"Okay, stay calm, all I have to do is figure out what street I am and even this stupid ma-" He breaks off, squinting at the map. 

"Effing hell!" The map didn't have any street names. And now that he focused on it he saw that the streets were slowly shifting. So the map was useless. Who would put an animated map in the middle of the city?

Jack looks around, tugging his small coat to cover himself as much as possible. He'd already outgrown the damn thing. He had just gotten it last month.

His mother had been so proud to get him a new coat...

Sharply shaking his head he turns his back to the stupid map that was even worse than useless.

"Okay, so I just need to backtrack a little..." 

He stumbles back against the map as a large dog jumps out of the alley snapping at him before darting away.

"Goddamnit. This is the shittiest day..."

All the streets were empty. Since when is Toronto so dead? Just where the hell was he?

He pulls his hand from his hair and looks down at it. He stops breathing.

His hand is dark, rain isn't that dark. He raises his hand to his lips, cautiously sticks his tongue out to taste.

The bittersweet tang of blood causes him to recoil. Shaking now he moves his hand back to his head.

"It's just a small cut, probably from hitting the map so hard just now." 

His fingers pause as they catch on torn flesh. His finger slips in. The scrape of bone and then the soft press of brain matter.

He jerks his hand away, collapsing to the ground as he starts heaving up his insides.

To be continued...