He ran. He ran far away from his home. How he hated home. So much hatred bottled up. He just had to leave. Max needed to leave.

As he ran and ran, something caught he eye. A small graveyard. Very desolate and quiet as all graveyards were. It was well passed midnight and he was exhausted, tired and alone. But the stars were shining magnificently around the new moon. Gazing at the exquisite sight, Max almost forgot about how exhausted he was until…

Something tapped his shoulder. He quickly turned to face the perpetrator, but no one was within his sight. How odd… He looked up and saw a large and withered oak tree branch above him dancing with the wind. Perfect. Leaning against the oak tree he shut his eyes.

But something didn't feel right. There was a disturbance in the midnight silence. He could just feel it. His eyes shot open. What was this feeling? It almost seemed like something was out there… Ready to pounce at him…

Ready to kill him.

A sharp pain hit his shoulder. Blood slowly stained his arm.

No... It can't be… He thought.

He started running. Running as fast as he could. Blood dripping from his shoulder.

Whatever it was, it was still after him. It seems like it wasn't going off because of a senseless and foolish race for life. If Max were to live, he would have to be less of a fool.

He should know he can't run from death. And death was in the form of this mysterious thing chasing him… And there was no escaping this dark and deadly figure chasing him. This may as well be the last living moments of him…because he is in the circle of death and death shows no mercy.

Most of the time