The door snapped shut behind me cutting off the hallway light that had lazily illuminated the rusty steps. _Why do they always put the trashcans at then *end* of the alley?_ Insistent rustling in the discarded newspapers made my head snap in the direction of the noise. My eyes attempted to pierce the darkness. A high-pitched squeak. I stood motionless. Silence. _A rat, hopefully_ The last step onto the wet mossy cement was just a shade higher than the others. My shoe slipped before it found purchase. Temporarily out of balance I flailed my arms and connected with the wall, scraping my knuckles. _Shit_ Deliberately I made my way to the cans, careful not to step on rotting peels, _or worse_. *CRUNCH* My dilated pupils imagined a bone peeking out under my shoe, some crimson flesh still attached. _much worse_ After an eternity I reached the glinting metal cans. Hastily I opened the lid, dumped the trash, crashed the lid and turned. Then I saw it, arms outstretched, tiny legs pumping. *The teddy-bear of doom!* 2008-07-23T18:05:16Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33723 <p>love the teddy bear of doom! <br />i think i have an idea for a sequel&#8230;</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33723?basename=82438 2008-07-23T18:05:16Z smarty101 http://ficlets.com/authors/lle97 <p>Teddy bear of doom. Ha ha, totally awesome! 5 stars just for that.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33723?basename=69767 2008-06-10T23:33:28Z John Perkins http://ficlets.com/authors/johnperkins21