Note: Yay! I have finally started this! Erm, sorry for this taking for freaking ever! Besides the writer's block, I'm taking an AP History class at school, and it's kicking my butt! I have two hours of homework every night in that class! Well, except for tonight, 'cause otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write this. So, here it tis: Revenge! Dun dun dun!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon, unfortunately.

Prologue

He ran swiftly across the city streets. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest. The sirens weren't far behind him, and no matter how much he needed to rest, he couldn't stop until he was out of town. He looked back, seeing nothing but an empty street, but he knew that the chase wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Even though the streets were clear, the sounds of sirens were getting louder, in other words: the cops were getting closer. He found a rather large bush to hide behind and catch his breath. The sirens closed in, getting closer and closer than he thought was comfortable, but they zipped right on past, leaving him behind to escape for good. He grinned at them, knowing that he was free.

Taking a deep breath, he set out in the opposite direction of the prison, and the cops that went after him. The first thought that crossed his mind before he escaped was, "Where will I go?" He couldn't go to Claire's. That would be one of the first places the cops would look for him. No, Claire's house wasn't to be touched, yet.

He pulled his long, silver hair behind him. He didn't like it in his face while he was thinking. He had nowhere to go. His parents were both dead, and his siblings wouldn't want him after what he'd done. Where to go? He asked himself. He considered living on the streets for a while, until his disappearance from the prison had died down, but he didn't take it into consideration for too long. Living on the streets sounded like filthy work to him, and filth was not something he was fond of.

Then the idea popped into his brilliant mind. Mineral Town would be a great place to stay. Not too close to Claire, but not too far away, either. He set off towards the small town, quickly. He didn't need the cops to realize that they had been going the wrong way, and come back for him. He just hoped they weren't smart enough to realize it in the next ten minutes. By then, he would have enough time to get far enough away from them.

While running, the thought Claire came to him again. She was such a beautiful woman, full of energy and joy. Or she was when they first met.

When they first met, they were instantly attracted to each other. He knew it was love. They would sneak out and go to the Goddess Pond, where they would have their make out sessions. He gave her everything she wanted, and more. But it wasn't enough for Claire. After a while she canceled their dates, and she stopped wanting to see him period. He grew angry with her. How dare she leave him? She didn't even give him a reason. He started threatening her, forcing her to see him. She started to get mad at him, leaving all hell to break loose. He loved her more than anything, and she just dumped him on the ground. He demanded a reason, a reason for the breakup, and she gave it to him. Claire had been seeing someone else. Someone named Rock. He remembered that he met Rock the night he met Claire. They were together. Had she been with both of them at the same time? The thoughts crushed him. He demanded that they broke up. If they didn't, he threatened to murder Rock. Claire didn't believe him. She went on and got engaged with Rock. It was until then that he knew if he wanted Claire, he would have to convince her that he would kill Rock. She eventually believed him, breaking up with Rock, and being depressed since. He tried being nice and comforting at first, but he soon grew tired of Claire's depressing mood. He started being more aggressive, especially when she found out she was pregnant. Their feuds went on even after their baby was born, but he soon learned it wasn't his, it was Rocks. For some reason, Claire had gained so much confidence, she kicked him out. Angry and hurt, he threatened to kill Rock again. Claire didn't cry, or tell him no. She let him leave. As he left the farm with a knife in his hand, he wondered where he was really going to go. He never meant he was going to kill Rock, it was just an excuse to make Claire love him! The next thing he knew, he was being handcuffed and thrown in a jail cell, swearing that he would be back. It was the worst experience he'd ever had. His true love, sending him off to jail, for a crime he didn't commit.

Skye wiped a tear from his eyes. "Stupid wind." He mumbled.

But now that he had escaped, he would go back for Claire.

He would get his revenge.

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Claire stood in her fields. It was a quiet day. The kids were inside; Oliver was probably playing with his toy dinosaurs, while Jenny was most likely playing with her miniature farm. Claire smiled at the thought of her children. They were the best thing that had ever happened to her, and they were growing up quickly. It seemed only a few days ago that Claire had given birth to Jenny, when in reality it had been a little more than four years. She would be in school soon.

Oliver came quickly after Jenny. The little blond haired boy was very adventurous, always leaving the farm to go play in the Valley. He was a bit naughty as well, although she expected it, since he was the son of Rock.

Claire sighed. Her life was so perfect; she didn't believe it was true. She would sometimes pinch herself, to see if she would wake up sleeping next to Skye, her worst nightmare. She shuddered. Skye was the worst thing that had ever happened to Claire. He said he loved her, but the way he treated her, was not love. He forced her into dating him, into almost marrying him, into all the things she regretted. Except for one thing…

He never forced her in the beginning.

The beginning. The first time they met, Claire was in love with Rock. But when Skye showed up, he swept her off her feet. She secretly went out on dates with him, and when she realized that she didn't love him, he was angry. He threatened her, and made her break up with her beloved Rock, breaking his heart. She eventually got confidence, and set a trap for him. It was the last time she had seen him. In reality.

He was almost always in her dreams. It was usually the same one, over and over again. He would just be sitting there, in the darkness, saying, "I'll be back." The same thing he said before he was arrested.

Claire was thankful that after all the pain he'd put her through, he was finally locked up, and had been for around four years.

Claire sighed. She had to get her mind off of him. She walked into her house, finding Rock asleep on their bed, and her kids playing with their toys on the floor.

"Who wants to go to the beach?" Claire asked, excitedly.

"I do! I do!" The children exclaimed in unison as they got up and ran to their rooms to get their bathing suits.

"Wait, Oliver, let me help you." Claire said, following her little boy into his room. The little blond stripped out of his clothes quickly, waiting for his mother to get his swim trunks on him.

"Now where did I put your suit?" Claire asked Oliver. He shrugged. "Ah! Here it is!" She exclaimed as she found the small blue swim trunks, piled with a bunch of his small clothes in a corner of the room.

She put the suit on the boy and looked around his room. "When we get back, we are cleaning this place up, mister. It's a pigsty!" She took Oliver's hand, leading him out of his room and into the living room, which was also her bedroom.

"Let me go find you and Jenny's floaties." Claire said, setting off to search their house for the floaties.

Jenny came out of her room in a rush, bumping into Oliver. "Sorry!" She said quickly.

"It's okay" Oliver replied.

"Where's mom?"

"There," Oliver pointed to their mother, who was walking back with two pairs of neon orange floaties. She gave Jenny her pair, and then proceeded to put the other pair on Oliver's arms. Once they were all ready to go, Claire walked over to Rock and nudged him.

"We're going to the beach. We'll be home in a few hours." Claire gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking out the door with Jenny and Oliver.

Claire held Jenny's hand, who held Oliver's. They all looked happy, as if there wasn't a single thing wrong in the world. It didn't take long until they reached the beach. The two blonde children immediately ran toward the water. Claire followed them, smiling. They all splashed and laughed. Jenny screamed when a piece of seaweed gently touched her foot. Claire had the most fun, getting to teach her little babies how to swim. She smiled to herself.

Hours later, the kids began to yawn. Claire decided it was time to go home.

"Noooooo, mommy, let's stay!" Jenny said, tiredly.

"Yeah, mom, I don't wanna go home." Oliver pouted.

"But, if we don't go home, daddy and the animals will be sad!"

Jenny and Oliver had horrified looks on their faces.

"And the crops too?" Oliver asked.

"The crops will be very sad. You don't want that, do you?"

"NOO!" The two yelled in unison. They grabbed their mother's arms and tried pulling her in the direction of their home.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Claire giggled.

The sun was just beginning to set. Claire and kids hurriedly walked home. Just as they were about to go inside, a voice called out to Claire.

"Excuse me, Claire?"

Claire, Jenny, and Oliver turned around. A man in a police uniform was walking toward them Claire instantly recognized him as Officer Thomas, the man who caught Skye and threw him in jail. Claire's face fell. She knew his visit couldn't be a pleasant one. Something must've happened with Skye. Was he sick? Did he get killed in a gang fight? Claire's mind raced.

"Hello, Claire. I'm sure you remember me? Officer Thomas?" He said while walking up to her. "I see little Jenny is all grown up. And there's another one? What's your name?"

"O-Oliver."

"Nice name." Officer Thomas looked up at Claire. "Do you mind getting your husband? This is quite important."

Claire nodded nervously. "R-R-Rock! Come out here!"

Rock immideatly came out the door. "What's wrong, Claire? Are you guys alright? Is someone hurt?"

Claire shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Officer Thomas is here...he has something important to tell us."

Rock's eyes grew big, also knowing that Officer Thomas' visit couldn't have meant good news. "Oh, hello, Officer." The two men shook hands.

"Hello, Rock. Now, last night, there was a breakout at the jail. I'm sorry to say that Skye has escaped."

Claire's heart raced. She put her hand over her forehead, walking away from the conversation. "Shit..." She mumbled to herself. Jenny walked over to her, tugging on her shirt.

"Mommy, who's Skye?"

Claire looked down at Jenny's innocent face, recalling that Jenny couldn't remember Skye. She took Jenny and Oliver by the hand. "Go inside you guys, this is an adult conversation." The kids groaned, but did as they were told. As soon as the front door shut and the kids were inside, Claire gave Officer Thomas a death glare. Walking up to him, with her finger pointed at his chest, she said angrily, "How in the world did he escape? Don't you people watch over him? Did I not explain to you on the phone four years ago, that he needed to be watched carefully. He's a thief for Christ's sake! Oh my God..."

Officer Thomas, who was quite surprised by Claire's outburst, calmly said, "I'm very sorry this has happened, Claire. We are definitely out looking for him. The fact that he has escaped isn't important now. Our goal right now is to catch him and put him in solitary confinement. Now, we thought that your home would be the first place he would go to. My fellow officers will be keeping watch on your property for the next few weeks. We should be able to catch him if he comes here. In the meantime, we need you and your family to stick together. Never go anywhere alone, not any of you. Keep a close watch on your children, especially Jenny. Claire, I understand that you must do farm work, but make sure that one of your kids is with you when you do this. Rock shouldn't do it because he needs to keep watch on the other child. Lock your doors at night. Make sure the windows are closed, and do whatever else you can to keep yourselves and your children protected. Skye is a murderer and a thief, keep that in mind. We'll be setting up surveillance around your property tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Officer." Rock said. Claire was speechless.

"Keep safe" The police man said before walking off. Claire walked inside with Rock following her. She went into her room and slammed the door. She kicked the wall and began crying. "Why?" She whispered.

Jenny and Oliver sat in the middle of the living room floor.

"What's wrong with mommy?" Oliver asked.

"Just leave mommy alone, alright Oliver? She doesn't feel good." Rock said.

"Okay. I hope she feels better."

"I do too."

After that moment, Claire, Rock, Jenny, and Oliver began their new life in their own solitary confinement.

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End Note: Okay, so I'll try to get the next chapter in by next week. Note the word 'try'. XD