Name=Tom Abrovski
email=Tomsworld@yahoo.com
type=True

Leo had a crazy look in his eyes.  Was it the weather outside, or the lack of oxygen in 
his underground vault?  He screamed out at the top of his lungs "Get me out of here!".  I heard his 
cry for help, but I shrugged it off.  He put himself in this situation, and he couldn't rely on 
Tom's compassion to get him out of this mess.  He shouldn't have been walking around outside without 
his bodyguards in the first place.

Ten seconds passed, and Leo let out another high-pitched exclamation "I'm gonna need some food 
down here."  I paused and then decided to ignore him.  I will check on him tomorrow, by then the 
hunger in his belly will match the venom in his soul.

Remember, I'm not the evil one in this situation.  It was Leo all along.  With his devilish good 
looks and popularity.  It was about time he met up with solitude and longing, the same themes that 
have continued to mock me my whole life.

No one understands my pain, will Leo understand it when hes on his last breath?

Tom Abrovski