p style="text-align: center;"emstrongLove-Chan: Well . . . Hallo, people. I hope you like this story...This might become a boy X boy story...I got an idea for this story, when I was in Art Class...I don't own the cover to this story, it is an stock image...ENJOY.../strong/embr /em_/em/p
p style="text-align: center;"Alek Black knew that walking through the woods, could lead to weird things. He always knew that things could take a turn for the worse. Knew that the deeper you went into the darker the woods got. But, still he went into the woods./p
p style="text-align: center;"Wearing only a grey sweater and a dark blue skinny jeans with a sky blue converse shoes. "A typical walk through the woods." Alek thought to himself. Walking through the forest always, cleared his mind. Released him from the stress of modern day life . . . Things like high-school, grades, what college to go to, bills to pay, ex-boyfriends . . . Simple things to forget, and it only took a walk through the woods./p
p style="text-align: center;"Sunlight beamed through the tops of the pine trees, a light drizzel of rain came down. Alek smiled to himself. Feeling calm as he went trekking on a well worn path, one he had made, making note of geographical features./p
p style="text-align: center;"Stopping at a clearing, Alek took a moment to gather his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the middle of the clearing. Once reaching the middle, he sat down. Without thinking about it, he itch at his tattoo . . . A barcode tattoo, his only tatoo. The tattoo was mandated, for anyone beyond the age of fifeteen, the tattoo held some kind of ability to store his ID, social serutrity, bank records, or anything that linked to his life. Itching the tattoo was force of habit, like chewing on one's lips when nervous for example. The whines of the wind and grass blew around him . . . Behind him, he heard a rustle of the tall grass that circles the meadow . . ./p
p style="text-align: center;"Alek Black knew that walking through the woods, could lead to weird things. He always knew that things could take a turn for the worse. Knew that the deeper you went into the darker the woods got. But, still he went into the woods./p
p style="text-align: center;"Wearing only a grey sweater and a dark blue skinny jeans with a sky blue converse shoes. "A typical walk through the woods." Alek thought to himself. Walking through the forest always, cleared his mind. Released him from the stress of modern day life . . . Things like high-school, grades, what college to go to, bills to pay, ex-boyfriends . . . Simple things to forget, and it only took a walk through the woods./p
p style="text-align: center;"Sunlight beamed through the tops of the pine trees, a light drizzel of rain came down. Alek smiled to himself. Feeling calm as he went trekking on a well worn path, one he had made, making note of geographical features./p
p style="text-align: center;"Stopping at a clearing, Alek took a moment to gather his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the middle of the clearing. Once reaching the middle, he sat down. Without thinking about it, he itch at his tattoo . . . A barcode tattoo, his only tatoo. The tattoo was mandated, for anyone beyond the age of fifeteen, the tattoo held some kind of ability to store his ID, social serutrity, bank records, or anything that linked to his life. Itching the tattoo was force of habit, like chewing on one's lips when nervous for example. The whines of the wind and grass blew around him . . . Behind him, he heard a rustle of the tall grass that circles the meadow . . ./p