Vision rolled onto her naked bottom, opening her eyes to see the brutal attack of Harlem by the bear.  In her stare, she had lost total consciousness of herself.  She no longer knew that she was fighting for her life.  She had become entranced by the cruelty of nature.  So she sat as the white grizzly, something she had never witnessed before, decapitated the head of a woman, and ate the body of an unborn child.  There was a high pitch cry that appeared from just behind the under bush of the tree where the grizzly stood over top death.  Vision blinked herself back into the surroundings of her environment.  The female grizzly looked up quickly, dropping the head of Harlem to stare in the direction of the infant girl.  The grizzly went to attack.  

        "Hey," Vision yelled at the animal.  She moved more to the open space of the grassy part of the river's side in plain view.  "Hey," she yelled again over the cry of the baby girl, waving her arms, finally to rest them in a fighting position.  The bear turned fully toward her.  Zulu heard Vision's yell, standing up from his crawl.

        "Are you alright?" he yelled back.  She noticed that Zulu had made it almost to the middle of the river.  He stood rocks that gave way to the waterfall.  She turned her head again to him.  

        "He was safe," she thought, turning back to face the grizzly.  "Just watch your step," she yelled.  

        Zulu replied, "Is the bear still chasing?"  The grizzly eyed Zulu, and then fixed her eyes on Vision's fighting stance.  The animal began to charge.

        "Yes," she whispered as she stared down the charge of the beast.

        Zulu asked again, "Is the bear still chasing?"  No answer, only the loud roar of the waterfall.  Vision continued to stare down the charge of the grizzly, finally sidestepping the animal's attack.  The bear continued in her momentum past the elusiveness of the young girl to the edge of the cliff that dropped to the forest bottom.  She had no time to think as the grizzly charged again, this time snapping into her stomach tearing at the flesh.  The grizzly circled, cornering Vision's back against the cliff.  Maybe a couple of yards separated her from its edge.  She wanted to drop to her knees, but wouldn't.  She wanted to run, but couldn't.  The young lady cupped the blood that dripped from her stomach.  Maybe she could jump from the cliff into the water that was below, clearing the land that lay on the shoulder.  She didn't want to die.  She was going to live.  The grizzly went to charge as Vision turned into the pain to run, and jump.  As she began her first steps out of her turn into her run, her feet entangled one another.  Her face slammed hard as the grizzly crawled on top her back.  She yelled help only as a last whisper.  

        "Help."  Zulu could hear a sort of silence that had motioned just above the roar of water dropping, and splashing.  It felt eerie.  There was somehow human life around him, but he was all alone again.  

        "Is the bear still chasing?" was he could think to yell.  He knelled to feel the rocks that he hoped lay a path to dirt ground.  She had told him to watch his step.  "Is the bear still chasing?"  He yelled louder this time.  The grizzly looked up from her second kill to eye her third.  The blood from Vision's side mounted caked in with the mud from the grizzly's fall.  The blood was amassed on her face that it had begun to ooze down her neck.  

        The bear dropped Vision's lifeless body to the ground, edging toward the rock path across the river that gave way to the young boy.  She had walked this rock bridge many times in her desire to jump into the bottom of the waterfall.  

        "Hello," Zulu yelled.  "Are you still there?"  The grizzly had its front paws on the first rock with her hind legs on the solid ground.  

        There is something wrong, he thought, remembering that he had asked the young lady would they die.  Zulu took a slight step backwards, feeling the edge of the rock with the tips of his toes.  The grizzly, in her haste, made the jump from the second rock to the fourth.  Zulu heard a thump.  

        "It was true," he thought.  He could no longer run, and he was all alone.  He took another step back, leaving one rock to enter on top another.  His movements were very slow.  The grizzly jumped another platform, landing one leap away from Zulu.  She began to roar.  Zulu froze.  He was scared, and he couldn't run.  He couldn't see.  Then the feeling passed, and he knew that in order to live, he would have to kill the bear.  He would just kill the bear.  The grizzly leaped as Zulu lunged into the direction of the roar, the beast driving her teeth into the chest of the young warrior yet knocked off balance by his lunge.  Their bodies intertwined one another, twisting in the air, both falling over the edge of the waterfall into the bottom white of the water splashes.  The moon seemed to want to descend just below the tops of the trees.  Maybe the sun would rise soon, as the water from the splashes of the waterfall covered the motion of the dark.  In the midst of the water splashes, slowly emerging itself into the calm of the lake floated a white grizzly.  Her head lay submerged underwater.  From the trees, one could see the stomach of the animal, the exit of solid bones that showed visible from the stomach, and spine.  The body of the white grizzly turned over in its dead state.  Blood, and mud having been washed away, the face revealed that of a white grizzly bear.  Only one of its kind, but not hard to believe.  Not hard to believe at all.  

        Everyone cried except Lisa.  Grandmother, and Granddaddy lay weeping over the small black coffin that said nothing of the beautiful young child that lay inside.  Tears as raindrops, that fell heavy against the stain of black paint, ran into the catch of the deep grave that produced no memories that brought back nothing to reminisce about.  Her aunt, and uncle sat quietly in the support of the dark wooden chairs that sat crooked in the unevenness of grass.  Tears as raindrops that fell from their laps of black cotton, and silk into the deafening green grass that cared neither way what they had witnessed, and watched.  Her father, who had left, unable to understand why his only nephew had his life ended so abruptly, sat alone just over the head of countless stones that chartered the other untimely deaths of its victims.  Her father could still be heard sobbing through the tint of everyone else.  Lisa's mother stood by her side, hands grasped around the shoulders of her only daughter, the whiny whimpers reminding Lisa of helplessness.  She felt her mother's tears as raindrops fall loudly onto her shoulder, rolling off her only dress into the green stalks of grass.  Everyone cried except her as she stood quietly, watching, looking through the black wood that had captured her cousin.  Her only true friend.  Lisa held the two pieces of the wooden staff tightly in her hand, shifting quietly under the pressure of her mother.  She could feel the smooth of the naked queen, the ruff mane of the lion that led in direction, the tight grip of the hyena's claws into the dirt of the earth.  

        "You can see now, Zu," she whispered to herself.  "You can see now."

        Vanity screamed quietly as the blood stopped.  She was dead.