Prologue
The pain was tearing, fire alighting every patch of skin, every muscle feeling light up and torn apart at the same time. It all hurt, the expanding of his lungs as he breathed in hurt, but that didn't stop the screams that ripped their way out of his raw throat. There was the taste of blood that filled his mouth as his back arched off the cold earth and ground, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Loud ringing sound went off in his ears, bloodied hands reaching up to cover his ears, hoping to shut out the sound, but there was no relief.
Blood pooled beneath him, leaking out heavily from the shoulder that had been viciously ripped into. Three long marks had been brutally scratched through the now bloodied school shirt. A person couldn't tell where the rips and tears began, or ended. They couldn't tell just how BAD the damages really were, but they could see from looking at him..it wasn't good.
A sharp blood curdling scream filled the air, birds and forest animals around him had long since skirted away from the sicking screams of pain, even those that tracked the scent of the blood to him. A simple black book bag had been discarded long ago and was no where in sight.
The small teen boy wheezed, coughing up the blood that filled his air way, crying out again, this time as the dirt caked itself inside the thinner wounds along his shoulder blades. Fire and agony shot up his spine, yowling as his head snapped forward.
He should have listened...he knew better, and yet he did it anyways. He knew the woods weren't safe, but he still walked along that dirt path towards the outer part of the beach. Wooden towers that out looked towards the sea would stand there tall and proud, smiling faces that would greet him with enthusiasm and joy. Each and every time and everyday...except this one
In a small part of his brain, he hope that people could hear his screams and come to put him out of his misery. It was a wonder the fact that he hadn't passed out, fate just like to fuck with him sometimes.
Cries were becoming quieter, the blood in his throat becoming heavier as he tried to cough it up and take a breath in. He didn't want the last breath his took to be shallow, harsh and barely there. Sobbing loudly, again coughing, he turned to his stomach, yelping was all he could do as pressure was placed against his wrecked shoulder.
He wanted to give up, and give into it all. Broken and barely there as the world started to darken around the edge of his view. There was a crunch ahead of him, the ringing in his ears making it nearly impossible to catch the loud crack that bounced and echoed off the tree's around him.
Taking a loud wheezing breath in, releasing it in coughs of pain that made his chest throb harshly. Pain that filled his rib cage and he couldn't take it anymore. The dirty and bloodied blonde head of hair lifted up shaky and slow. Eyes widened in fear as the flash of firey red stood out among the brown and green of the nature around him.
The large animal in front of him was blurred out from the tears that filled his eyes and leaked out in streams over his blood stained cheeks Burning droplets that dripped onto bloodied and dark soil. When the tears cleared of his vision he looked into the human-like yet still animal like piercing eyes of the beast in front of him.
A deep rack of shivers raced violent along his chest and back, before finally the world went black as his eyes rolled up.
"Roxas!"