SOMETHING FOR ETERNITY

Chapter 1: Fear, Abuse, and Desperation

Outside of London, England

192?

The man ran blindly out into the night. He knew, just knew, that he had to get away before the other came back into the home! He caught a lucky break, as an emergency call came to the other one. He appeared to be asleep, and knew tricks to fool the others mind/ the other one had some vile trick of telling him where he was, as well as other who made him angry! He saw what happened to the enemies, oh how he saw! Then he planned like mad to get away from it all! The night was cold when he'd run from the mansion. But he didn't care, oh how he didn't care! Ages ago, he'd nicked some paper from his employer's study. He was intent on writing a letter to his love, but never got the chance. Then after the incident happened, he never got the chance to. So he hid the piece of paper, completely forgetting about it. It wasn't until he'd run into his room, breaking down crying from the beating he endured that he found the piece of paper wedged between his only two allowed, books.

"You better be here when I get back!" His employer bellowed making the group of women he was with laugh. The beat up man traced his hands over the paper, sighing unhappily. "Or you'll get worse than a beating; I'll dream!" the beat up man's breath hitched in fear at his words and at his employer's trademark grin. There was the commotion of people leaving the Mansion while holding a hushed conversation.

The man sat down at his small, poorly-made desk. His proper desk has been tossed around crazily when his employer found out he was planning on not being his employee anymore! The man remembered, as he hastily scrawled the note, the desk easily being lifted by the other and slammed around. The desk having too much abuse, busted apart in sloppy shreds of wood and paint. But, for the man, he discovered that his abuse had only just begun!

The paper was stained with his tears of remembering of threats and actual physical touch too horrid for the note, as well as the blood from the busted nose he'd received. He quickly folded it up with bloodstained fingers and crammed it into the pocket of his tattered, filthy looking pants. After also stealing an empty whiskey bottle, (His employer now seemed never to get drunk, no matter how many copious amount of the stuff he guzzled.) he ran from the Mansion's back door, taking care not to be seen by other who could have been present in the place. He made a beeline for the dark woods, using only the moon's soft light as a guide. As his expensive looking uniform was now it tatters and him being barefoot; the cold cut to his bones. As he ran, night birds sounded off soundly, giving the woods and eerie feel. Turning his head, the forlorn man looked towards over where the city would be. He could feel his employer's nasty influence hanging over the town, squeezing the life and well being of the city; all for him and the benefit of the lady friends; lady friends whose hungers were very most unnatural!

He got into the deep wood, careful not to loose his footing for his plans would be spoiled by injury. He came to a deep creek that everyone knew led into open water far away. Taking the items, he stowed the note away in a bottle. He said a prayer to God then threw the bottle away from him. The bottle spun in the air as it arced, the moonlight catching the glass and reflecting off of it. The man ran away before seeing if the currents carried the bottle away. The bottle was picked up by a current. The nature of currents was that sometimes it carried you far, sometimes it didn't. The bottle only got halfway before it got jammed under some underwater rocks and never came back up anywhere to be seen again.