Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Holes. They are Louis Sacher's characters. :'( But I do own the random crazy people who are the victims of these terrible crimes. :D

Author's Note: Thanks Skittles n' Sparky for reviewing, you rule! ;) Yeah, the first chapter was SQUID, sorry about that to all you confused people out there. Thanks to all you people who've reviewed, and to all of you who haven't, why not?! :D (NOTE TO SELF: Stop using smilies)

ZIGZAG

"There, that guy there. You could take him easily".

I squirmed uneasily. I was desperate to prove myself, be part of the gang. I just wasn't sure how desperate. The end justifies the means, doesn't it? How far would I go? Would I beat a guy up? Hurt him badly? KILL him? I shuddered. No. Too far, don't go there. I felt 3 pairs of eyes boar into me.

"Well, go on then… unless your more mouse than man."

He knew. He knew he had me then. I gritted my teeth determinately, and clenched my fists. I looked around the dark road cautiously, checking to see if the coast was clear. No-one.

I began walking after the boy, matching my pace to his. His speed began to quicken. He knew I was there. That didn't matter to me. Great. I enjoy a challenge. I matched his pace repeatedly, until we were both almost running. I was catching up with him. I tackled him, grabbing both his legs, bringing us both to the ground.

I landed on top of him. I could see the fear in his face as he struggled to get away. No! Don't look at his face! He's just an object. I raised my fist and slammed it into his face again and again. I felt something crack – his nose. He's just an object. Just an object. Just an object…

My head was throbbing with adrenaline. I could feel blood on my hands. Warm, sticky. I pulled away, disgusted.

"Hey, you! What the hell do you think you're doing? Leave that kid alone! Oi! Come back here!"

I leapt up and ran away, not caring which way I went. Did she see my face? I groaned inwardly. Don't think about it. Just keep running. Water was running down my face now. Rain? I scrambled over a fence into what looked like a garden. My lungs wee beginning to burn, and my legs were stiff with cramp. I collapsed, letting the night take me.

A policeman arresting me awakened me the next day. I was sentenced, and sent here. It's ironic really. They never did find that boy's attacker. I was arrested for trespassing.

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