Those Eyes

Those Eyes

     Jimmy hears his car door slam. 

     “Get driving, asshole!” The girl with wild eyes said.

     Feeling the knife pressing against his ribs, “I’ll take you anywhere you want as long as that knife doesn’t get pushed any further. Where do you want to go?” Jim asked.

     Looking around she said, “Anywhere right now, just fucking drive.”

     “I need to get the nozzle out of my gas tank first.”

     Pulling his keys out of the ignition, she went outside, yanks the nozzle out and throws it on the ground.

     “Now, drive!” She yelled.

     “I need my ke…..”

     She throws the keys at his face. “For fuck sake, let’s fucking go.” She snapped.

     After 15 minutes of aimless driving. “Where am I taking you? And can you take that knife from my side?” Jimmy asked.

     “You know he tried to kill me, take all my winnings and leave me in the desert?”

     “Who did?”

     “I went on vacation and met a guy. Towards the end of the week, he beat me in the car and took me into the desert. I was almost out when he thought he put a bullet in my head. The bullet missed its mark though.”

     “So, go to the cops?”

     “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m killing this mother fucker.”

     “I’ll just drop you off at the ER so you can get looked at.” Jimmy said calmly.

     Pushing the tip of the knife in his side, “You are taking me to him.”

     “Fuck! Okay… put that knife away so I can drive. I’m not going anywhere.”

     “I woke up and I was in pitch black darkness. My hair was soaking wet with blood and my hand was broken. I had to find my way to a road and get a ride. Guess what happened?”

     “You got a ride to come fuck with me?” Jimmy joked.

     “Ha-ha… A couple of guys picked me up and I had to sit in the back seat with one of them. Within the first 5 minutes, he started to rub on my thigh and started to lean in to kiss me; so I gave his ass a throat punch and pushed my knife into the driver’s neck. He slammed on the brakes and I had already stabbed the guy next to me 15 times in the chest. Mr. Front Passenger got out and started running…”

     “Fuck… I’m doing everything you want, and I promise not to touch you…” Jimmy cut her off.

     “Shut the fuck up! I’m telling you a story. Don’t be rude. Mr. Front Passenger jumped out like a bitch and started running towards the desert. I wasn’t going after him because I just got my ass beat and I’m not trying to run. I put the car in park (driver was dead by then), pushed the driver over, and ran Mr. Front Passenger down in the desert. I got lucky, he died with the first hit. I stopped the car and dumped both bodies next to (who is now) Mr. Road Kill. I knew someone would eventually find the bodies and cops would be looking for his car soon after; so that’s why I’m gracing you with my presence.” She said with a pretty smile on her face.

     “What happens when I take you to his house?” Jimmy asked

     She looked at him with fierce eyes and said, “You’re going to wait until I come back out of the house. But, if you hear things aren’t going my way, I need you to come in and help me. You wouldn’t let some woman beating asshole kill me would you?”

     “I don’t want anyone to be killed. I just want to wake up from this fucking nightmare.” Jimmy snapped.

     “Stop being a pussy. There’s no way he’ll get the best of me. I know he will be sleeping by the time we get there. I’m going to slip in the back door, go upstairs and slice this mother fucker’s throat while he’s dreaming about spending my money.”

     “Sounds like you have everything worked out. Are you going to let me go?” Jimmy asked.

     “Of course I’m letting you go. Even if you did go to the cops, there’s no way they’ll find me after I get my money back, and you don’t know shit about me, besides what I told you. Take a left at the next street.” She said with her pretty smile she loved to flash.

     They park in the dark alley next to the house. She tells Jimmy to wait in the car and walks near the back fence. She crouches to avoid the motion sensor lights and climbs the fence. She gets close to the house and crouches along until she reaches the back door. She wraps her hand in a cloth and pulls her hand back, ready to punch the window, she thinks, “I wonder if this door is actually open.” Twisting the knob, the door creeks open. She waits for an alarm to go off, free and clear, she crawls in the house. The kitchen is pitch black as she feels her way through. Reaching the hallway, there’s a glow coming from the bathroom. She waits to see if someone comes out; no one does. Moving down the hall, she knocks a picture from the wall but catches it right before it hits the floor. She walks through the living room. The carpet is thick enough to absorb her footsteps. “Where the fuck are the stairs?” She said outload to herself. Looks over her shoulder she sees the handrail and goes up the stairs slowly. She walks passed the first door knowing it’s the second bathroom and crouches next to the second door. The door is cracked and she pushes softly on it. “This door is quiet” she thinks to herself as she pushes it open enough for her small frame to slide through. The TV is on illuminating the whole room. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her razor sharp blade. Gripping tightly, breathing as slowly as she can, she creeps closer. He moves, snores and rolls over. Frozen in place, she gets closer to the ground. She lays next to his side of the bed and waits for his breathing to get heavy again. “Go back to fucking sleep, you fucking piece of dead shit!” she thinks. Satisfied with his breathing pattern, she stands up. She feels the blade to ensure its sharpness. “Sharp as a razor.” She thinks. Standing there looking at his chest rise and fall for some time, she leans in. She takes a smell of him. “Take one more breath, mother fucker. It’ll be your last.” She whispers. Gripping her blade, she raises her little arms high, closes her watering eyes and slams her fists down to the bed. She opens her eyes and realizes he rolled out the way and is rushing her. He punches her in the face and throws her to the floor. He grabs her ankles and pulls her into the bathroom down the hall. “You think I’m going to fuck my floors up because of you, bitch?!” he yelled. She screamed until her throat hurt. Jimmy came rushing in the house and followed her voice.

     “Stop right there, Mister.” Jimmy said softly.

     “Who the fuck are you?”

     “He’s a killer, and if you don’t let me go, he’s going to cut you into bits, you fucking piece of shit!” She yelled.

     “Ha! This pussy?” He laughed.

     “Just give her the money you took from her, and we’re gone. Okay?” Jimmy asked.

     “Money I took?! It was my money all along. She tried to take my winnings! We met up and I got lucky one night in Texas Holdem and she tried to kill me! So, I defended myself and left town.” The man said.

     “Don’t listen to this stupid bitch, Jimmy! Do something!” She screamed.

     “She took your money?” Jimmy asked.

     Jimmy watches her stand up behind the man and raise her arms. He sees the light sheen off the blade as she thrusts it into the man’s neck.

     “Die, you fucking asshole!” She screamed.

     He falls to the floor, she pulls the knife from his neck and stabs him in his face until her arms are tired. Jimmy had to retreat to the living room and is waiting

     “I can’t believe my fucking life right now. Either kill me too, or let me go. I’m over this shit.” Jimmy said.

     “Shut the fuck up. Let me find my money, and you’ll never see me again.” She said.

     She runs to his room and pulls out every drawer, lifts every pillow and opened his closet. She notices a safe.

     “Come in here and help me look for a key or a hint to what this code is!” She yells to Jimmy.

     Jimmy walks in the room and starts looking around.

     “His daughter died a few years ago. Try her birthday.” Jimmy suggested.

     “How do you know that?” She asked.

     “On the calendar he has it wrote down.” Jimmy said while pointing at the wall.

     “Well, what’s the cunt’s birthday?” She asked.

     “10/22/02” Jimmy said softly.

     “Wow! It worked. All the money is here too! Okay, let’s fucking go!” She said.

     She walks to the upstairs bathroom and lights a candle.

     “Okay, let’s go.” She said.

     “Why the candle?” Jimmy asked.

     “Shut up, let’s go.”

     They walk passed the kitchen and she turns on all the stove top burners.

     “Why are you turning those on?” Jimmy asked.

     “Are you this fucking stupid? When the gas reaches the candle upstairs, this place will go up in flames, covering our tracks and burning that pussy asshole in the process.” She said with a pretty smile.

     She goes into the garage and pulls out in a 78 Mustang. Slowly pulling up to Jimmy in the dark alley, she stops.

     “He did try to kill me, Jimmy.” She said.

     “What now? I go on my way and you go yours?”

     She smiles and throws a paper bag at Jimmy.

     “Thanks, Stranger. Take care of yourself. It’s my time to disappear.” She flashed a smile and drove off.

     Jimmy opens the bag and it’s full of 100 dollar bills.

     “What a crazy night. And those wild eyes I will never get out of my head.” He said as he put the car in drive. When he reached the end of the alley he hears the house explode behind him and watches the flames in his rearview mirror.

     “Those eyes.”

The End

    

The Dark One

The Dark One

     If I get caught I will be put away for a long time for my crimes. But what crimes? I’m not sure you can put monsters in prison.

*

     I was 5 when I first watched it kill my baby sitter. It came out from her mouth. I know this because her coughing woke me up and I watched it come out. It looked like black liquid smoke. The Dark One formed and lifted her above the bed and tore her in half. I was so terrified, I didn’t move for 2 days until my parents came home.

     The Dark One followed me my whole life. Killed people close to me and I couldn’t do anything about it.

*

     I woke up to someone saying, “If you do anything more than open your eyes, I’m going to tear you apart.” The voice was deep and direct. I opened my eyes and it was my roommate’s girlfriend. Her eyes looked like they were made of silver and the voice coming out of her was most certainly not hers.

     “Get out of bed, I have to show you something.” She said.

     “What is wrong with you, Amy?” I asked softly.

     With a beautiful smile she said, “You know who I am, Wayne.”

     “Amy, what’s going on? What’s with the crazy contacts?” I asked.

     “I am not Amy. You know who I am. You just never had a chance to interact with me. Today is the right time. Now get the fuck out of bed and come with me.”

     I slid from under the covers and followed The Dark One to the living room. She had Dan sitting on the sofa. Dan’s friends were standing on the back wall by the TV.

     “I know this house was full of people when I passed out. Where is everyone, Dan?” I asked.

     “It is saving us for you. The rest are in the back room.” Dan whispered.

     “Okay, Dan. It’s time.” The Dark One said.

     Dan pulled a knife out from behind him and ran full sprint towards me. He kicked my foot and tripped me in the kitchen, got on top of me and buried that 9 inch chef knife in his throat and yanked. His throat opened up and showered me with blood. Once his grip eased and he was gone, I pushed his body to the side. I noticed a hand reach down and pick up the knife. I look up to see who it was and Dan’s friends were in a circle around me.

     “Stay still, Wayne. Let them give themselves to you. You deserve it.” The beautiful Dark One said.

     I tried to get up to run but I couldn’t move. My eyes are the only thing that seemed to work. I watched them one by one get on their knees and open their throats and fall on their back once they were gone. The bodies formed a bloody pool and I was swimming in it by the time I regained my movement.

     “You are now ready to give this body your seed.” The Dark One said.

     “I am not doing anything with that body.” I said.

     “So you think.” She smirked.

     I woke up naked in the back room on top of at least 13 dismembered bodies.

     “What the fuck?! Why kill everyone? You only take who you need.” I said.

     “I needed power to take this body. You seemed to enjoy it. But I can’t be in this body for too long, that’s why I needed your seed so I can take the new body and it will be completely mine. This body will die as soon as I enter the new one.” The Dark One said with a smile on her face.

     “What’s going to happen to you when you are born?”

     “You’re going to take care of me until I’m able to kill for myself.”

     “Kill people?! I won’t be doing that. You can find someone else. You don’t need me.”

     “Oh, but I do. I knew you would be the only one that could give the seed that I could transfer into. Why do you think I killed people that got close to you? I can’t have you giving away what is mine. And you are mine. You have no fucking choice in this.”

     I picked up a piece of broken glass and put it to my neck. “I’ll just kill myself and you won’t be able to survive until you’re able to feed on your own.”

     “You are too pussy to do that.” The Dark One said.

     I pressed the glass to my throat and sawed back and forth until the glass broke into pieces.

     “See, you can’t die. You are mine and you better get fucking use to it.”

     I raised my hand and felt my neck. Not one scratch.

     “What now? We can’t just stay here in this fucking morgue of a fucking house.”

     “Good boy… Take a shower and put on fresh clothes. Let’s go.” The Dark One said.

     We have been around the world and she is almost Full Term. She been feeding more than usual lately. The past month she been feeding every day, so we are on the move a lot. We can’t stick around when she leaves bodies a gory mess laying around. She’s a messy eater. And I think she’s into ripping people apart. I guess that’s what Demons are into…

     I think I will be the first person she’s kills when she is able. I can’t wait.

The End

Tell Me

Tell Me

     He feels her lips press against his ear.

     “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” He heard her say.

     Feeling cold, he pulls the covers over his shoulders.

     “It happened again today.” He said softly.

     “Tell me.” She breathed.

     “I closed my eyes and watched it happen again. It keeps happening every day. I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s starting to drive me mad.”

     “How often do you watch it happen?”

     “Every time I close my eyes for more than 5 seconds. My mind…”

     “Go on.” She whispered. “Tell me.”

     “My mind, puts that memory on loop. I feel it all over again. The scars in my mind spread open and spill blood. Fresh wounds have salt shoved in them every time this happens. I can’t control these thoughts.” He said.

     “Yes, you can. You have to focus on other thoughts. Let those take over and let go of that day.” She encouraged.

     Taking a deep breath, he watches his exhaled breath float across the sheets.

     “I must have left the window open.” He said to himself.

     “You are not telling me everything. Tell me.” She said softly.

     “I told you everything before. It never changes.”

     “Tell me. Don’t leave anything out this time and I promise things will be better after tonight.”

     “How can things be better? They can’t be changed.”

     “Trust me. Go on.”

     “I see the truck off in the distance, and I think he is coming on my side of the road but I get distracted by the driver behind me. I look in my rearview mirror for 5 seconds and…”

     “You’re doing good, baby. Keep going.” She whispered in his ear.

     “Do you remember when we first got Charlie?” He asked.

     “Yes, I do.”

     “He was so little and had such a big belly. I would wake up in the middle of the night and find that he shit all over the kitchen floor. It would take me an hour to clean it up and he would beg and cry for more food and wouldn’t let me leave until I petted him to sleep.” He said shivering.

     “He grew into a big dog under your care. You brought that dog back to life. Now, continue.” She told him.

     “I know you never liked the name Charlie, but it fit him perfectly…”

     “Tell me.” She said.

     “You remember when we got the house? You were so happy to get out of that shitty apartment. You couldn’t help but skip all day. You walked in every room and told me in detail all the things you wanted done. The kitchen you let me decide, but that was it. The living room you wanted tan walls with black leather sofas. The bathroom you wanted an ocean theme. You had your painting section of the garage already taped off so I wouldn’t step on your toes. The study was fun building. We spent most of our time in there the first few weeks.”

     “Those are wonderful memories. Now, tell me.” She begged.

     “I look back and see that the truck is already riding the yellow lines…”

     “Take a breath, and tell me.”

     He took in the cold air and let it out, watching it float away.

     “Our first fight was over that study. You didn’t want any drinking done in there. Remember? You didn’t want anything to get on the books. How would anything get on the books when the table is nowhere near them?” He said.

     “Tell me.”

     “We would cook together all the time. When you cooked, nothing ever tasted the same twice because you did your cooking by eye-balling everything. It was always good though.”

     “Tell me.”

     “The truck was getting closer to my lane and I looked into the wide eyes of the driver…”

     “…” She waited.

     “My memory of it isn’t there anymore. I don’t remember anymore of it.” He said firmly.

     “You do remember; and you need to tell me.” She whispered softly.

     Grabbing his covers, he pulls them to his face.

     “You started to stay more in the study and I would go off to the den to write. I’m not sure how or why that started, but it became the norm.”

     “Tell me.”

     “One night you came in the den and gave me a big hug and a long kiss and told me you loved me. You seemed scared like you saw a ghost. I never felt you squeeze me so tightly before or since…”

    “Tell me.”

     “His eyes were wide and wild. He had a grin from ear to ear. I heard screeching of brakes…”

     “Go on.”

     “Ever since that day, we were never in different rooms. You always wanted me touching you, or to have me in your sight. You would look up and smile at me every time.”

     “Tell me.” She whispered.

     “The truck with the wild man in it hit my car going 50 mph. My car flipped over 5 times and landed back on the wheels…”

     “What did you do after the car came to a stop?” She said softly.

     “Charlie got sick and we had to take him to the vet. Remember? He had mucus in his eyes and had troubles breathing. We both took the day off of work to take him to the vet. We were so worried he was going to die on the way there.”

     “Tell me.”

     “When the car came to a stop, I opened my door. I fell out of the car and landed on my broken arm. Screaming in pain, I see…”

     “Tell me.”

     “I see Charlie lying motionless in the street. He got thrown from the vehicle. I ran to him but he wasn’t breathing…”

     “What else?”

     “I looked past Charlie and noticed you lying dead under the truck. You fell out of the car and the truck ran over you. There was nothing I could do. I blacked out and that’s all I remember.”

     “Tell me, baby.” She begged.

     He rolls over, grabs the pillow and pulls it close to his chest.

     “Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

The End

    

     

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     Well, you opened the file. I can never find the right name for these files to keep people at bay. Each person who reads this will play a part in the end of the world. As you know it, at least. The world will change so drastically in the next few years. I of course can’t tell you when exactly.

     There are 4 of us that have to send these files out to help protect the world from this change. The less people read these files, the less odds it will happen. This message is just for you. I hide these files in random blogs hoping no one will open it, but they always seem to get to it. The file is there, but once you open it, I send these words to you and tell you what I think will sway your role.

     As for “us,” there are 4. We are in charge of preventing this disaster from happening. They choose us at birth. Our powers are easier to see when we are babies. There can only be 4 at a time. We are connected and if one of us dies, we all die and they have to wait to see when the next 4 are born and that can take decades. They don’t have that much time left, so they keep us hid and safe. We send and plant and hide files wherever we can to keep people from reading them. The ones we do let people read ends up making them suicidal and they kill themselves before they can be a problem; but you are different. You can’t be swayed. Although, I’m going to try.

     Stay looking at this screen for the next 20 years. Ha, only if it could be that easy. You will just have to live your life knowing that you can’t change anything. The moment you think you see something fishy and try to change it, something bad will happen to you. You can’t change other people’s paths, which is for them to fuck up. Your hobbies aren’t just hobbies. You may think they are, but they will play a big part in this. You can’t stop your hobby though. You would go insane if you did.

     You know, I been doing this for 300 years? Not one change has happened yet but they are sure it will. The human race is a funny thing. Yes, I am human, but evolved. I can see into the past and a little ways into the future. That depends on who I can connect with in the past. With you reading these words I can see 100 years in the future and I see hope. I never noticed any change in the outcome until you opened this file. Whatever you do, keep on your path and live life for you and enjoy your days, even on days you don’t feel like it.

     That’s it! Painless! For the most part. Pain is something we all will feel in our life at some point. It’s what we do after the pain stops that counts. You are just a ghost to me, but you made all the difference.

Signal Lost…

Four Seconds

Four Seconds

     I can’t fucking do this. I guess since I’m here, I can. I might as well, nothing better is waiting for me beyond this bridge. They say this bridge is the second –most used suicide spot after Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge. Maybe I should go there, but I’m used to being second. No one ever put me first in my life; not even myself. Going to be a cold death in this water. The fall of 245 feet will take me around four seconds to hit the water. If the impact doesn’t kill me, the cold water will. I can see The Rock from here. The fog is thick tonight, so I’m sure no one will notice me on here. Fuck it. Let’s do this thing.

ONE

     Letting go wasn’t hard. I just jumped off this fucking bridge. I’m happy it’s going to be over soon. Things been fucked for me since the beginning. When I was a child, I had to watch my best friend die after he got hit by a car. I was screaming for help while I was looking into his eyes. They just went blank. I was never the same after that. I watched a buddy of mine shoot himself in the neck while we were at a party. No one knows why he did it. Good wife, two kids and loving family. He just pulled his gun out in front of all of us and did it. Blood pouring out of his neck and he didn’t even have an expression of pain on his face; he just looked at me and I watched his eyes go blank too.

     I’m really starting to pick up speed. This air is so cold on my face. I better die on impact, because freezing to death is going to suck.

     My co-worker lost his arms in a bad onsite accident. I used to go to his house every night after work to have some beers with him. I would (fuck this is cold) put a straw in his beer so he could drink without help. He didn’t want anybody touching him or helping him in any way. He got pretty good at doing shit with his feet. Even brushed his own teeth. Everybody has their breaking limit, like I am now. His was coming soon and I could tell. He would sometimes stare blankly at the wall while I was talking to him. I had to yell, “Jim!” to get his attention. “Sorry, man. Got stuck in an old memory.” He would always say. I could see his eyes going blank and I knew it was close. I went over there one day after work and found him face down in a tub full of water. Maybe that’s how I will be found.

     I was driving down the very road my best friend died when I was little and struck a child with my SUV. I jumped out my SUV to check him out and his chest was caved in (just like my friend) and I had to watch him die. How do things work out? I killed a kid in the same way it affected me so long ago in the same spot. Life has been funny with me, and not in a funny way.

     I had to watch my own child die too.

TWO

     The gambling started early. Even when I was a kid. The dares were bets for me. And I would always get the payout.

     “Bet you can’t eat this worm!” Tommy (dead childhood friend) said.

     “How much?” I’d always ask.

     “5 dol---“ and before he could even finish, I’d have that worm already chewed up with my hand out for a five spot. Bets from jumping off of houses, to eating insects to eating road kill, I didn’t care. I was getting my money. When I was a teen I would play card games at the parties, place bets and always walk away with most of the money. We would get Texas Holdem games going on the weekends and I would always be the last player taking the pot. Not much of Blackjack guy. I would get into gambling on games later with bookies and getting money off of Loan Sharks for Five Points a week. I started losing money left and right and found myself in a Two Hundred Grand debt. They would look for me and find me everywhere I went and would fuck me up until I gave them some money. “One big bet is all I need!” I would tell them. They were going to kill me if I didn’t have Twenty Five perfect of the money in a week and that wasn’t going to happen.

     So, that’s part of the reason I’m falling at Seventy Five miles per hour now… Fuck, it’s cold.

THREE

     Drugs. There is always drugs in these kind of situations. How else would I of got into so much debt. Coke is not cheap and crack is whack. Thanks, Whitney. Started with simple smoking cigarettes as a kid to get a cheap thrill. Pot as a teen to fit in. Coke to wake me up so I could do more gambling and be sharper. Can’t place well thought bets when you’re drunk, so some coke would lift me right up and pick the teams (I thought) that would win. Win, win, win, is all I did for the longest time. I was untouchable until I wasn’t. I started to lose and make shitty bets and lose anything I tried to do to get money. Cards, games, fucking poker cups in the break room at work. I couldn’t catch a fucking break! Yea, I had to work to keep the IRS off my ass. Had to have a cover for the money I had. Now I have no money for the shit I need and detox is a mother fucker. I may be a gambling drug addict, but I’m not going to take shit from honest working people. Gambling is different. I earn that money with skill.

FOUR

     The water is getting close and my eyes are starting to water from the cold air.

     OCD. I couldn’t snort any coke with any kind of circulated bills. Do you know what kind of shit is on those bills? There is actual shit on those bills. People will wipe their ass without washing their hands, pull out the bills and pay for their meals. And you want me to do a bump with that? Not happening. I go to the bank and get brand new Five Dollar bills. An homage to my childhood buddy Tommy.

     I can’t even take a shit without scrubbing the toilet seat for an hour. Try that if you REALLY have to go. It is rough. When I’m done, I have to spend another hour cleaning it, then wash my hands with bleach for fifteen minutes.

      I would have to shut the door four times before I could close it, then (fuck that water is black) I would have to shut it three times when I’d open it.

     The bathroom floors I would have to scrub three times a week with a tooth brush.

     Every single plate, cup and bowl I owned, I would have to wash every night before bed.

     Sleep? Shit, I couldn’t get sleep thinking of all the crazy shit crawling on me in my bed. I would go lay down in the living room on the couch and watch those knife shows at night. I love knives. Nothing like a good knife to start a conversation in the kitchen.

     Should I land on my head or back? If I go on my head, I may cut through the water and live; but if I land on my back or stomach, it’ll be like landing on the street. I think I will land on my back.

     And yes, there is a girl. There is always a girl. But she has nothing to do with this. She was doing everything she could to try to help me with my drug/gambling/OCD problems. She brought out the best of me and that’s part of the reason I’m doing this. I can’t keep letting her down. She was all I ever looked for in a woman. She was all in and I was too fucked up to have anything with. I will never change. These aren’t little issues to fix. These are life long habits drilled into me. I have a few straight laced friends that tried to help too. I guess I could have worked out some kind of payment plan with those assholes. I guess I could have got some help with my gambling issues. I guess I could have worked on my OCD impulses.

     The water is right here. I been waiting for this moment for so long. I dreamed about doing it and couldn’t wait for the perfect timing.

     I wish I didn’t jump.

The End