She pulled a rusty scalpel from the tray handed to her and dug into the field mouse with as much vigor as a miner searching for gold. The blade scraped through tendons and sawed through bones before reaching it’s destination, the tiny rodent’s heart. With a smile on her face and a glow in her eyes, she took her tweezers and plucked it delicately out of the cavity. After twirling the heart in awe between her fingers, she pulled out a Ziploc bag from her pocket, and stowed the heart away.<o
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She spent the rest of the day dreaming of the delights in her backpack, and periodically checked the pocket to be sure no one had taken her treasure from her. Fortunately, she was ignored by every student her age and was left alone to contemplate the uses of the heart. At 3:45, the school day came to a close and she scurried down to her dorm room with a malicious grin on her face.<o ></o >
Lance Capell Dormitory, Room 246, third floor, she had finally arrived. She jammed her keys into the door, hands jittering in anticipation of the evening’s events. A rancid odor flooded from the room as the light bulb in the corner flickered ominously, threatening darkness. She crawled over a month’s worth of laundry and an ant-infested sandwich rested atop an overflowing garbage pile. Her roommate opted out months ago. After crossing her floor, careful not to tread on a broken mirror, she placed the organ gingerly on top of her dresser.<o ></o >
She hadn’t used her doll in ages and a smile spread across her face as she recalled the spells done with it. It was a hex Wanga doll, purchased in her favorite Vodun store a mile away from the house she lived in as a child. She had preformed incantations in the past with the hopes of evening the score with some particularly vicious children that lived down the road. Weeks later, one of child was mysteriously attacked by a rabid dog and was hospitalized for a month. She did not pretend to hide her contentment.
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