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Prologue
It was there. Rushing. Trying to grasp her. Yet she continued to run, panting.
Her significantly small frame seemed to flow with the wind. Wisps of hair swung across her pale face, brushing against the scratch on her cheek. Those blue eyes seemed to see the world crumble before her.
Blurs of branches, and brown leafs crunching beneath her bare feet that have at least caught several splinters were everywhere.
"NO!" She screamed short of breath trying to force her legs to go faster than physically possible. There was no breeze, no light, there was just the dark forest and its wild creatures that could be heard among the trees.
The young girls body was starting to pump with adrenaline as everything around her started to become one. Frantically she tried to find somewhere to hide, anywhere just to discover there was nothing.
Then it was over. As soon as the ice cold feeling made contact with her skin cell.
She doubled over quickly, first her body hunching over she reached forward. As she looked back like a small animal in front of the predator her heart quickened.
A sturdy rock caught her foot as she fell. Lying helpless as if paralyzed.
The shallow breaths she had taken were no longer heard.
Chapter 1
"Open this door right now, so help me god-Roxas." It was the motherly voice that anyone could hear from outside their cheap built walls which enclosed them into an establishment called home.
Of course he didn't respond, which teenager would? He stared holes into the door with his imagined laser beams shooting from his eyes.
"I will give you ten seconds to open this door before you wont have a door anymore." The mother continued, you could tell by her voice that she was a smoker for quite some time.
Roxas had continued looking at his fingers with great interest. Every groove he found and every curve intrigued him more than the threats he had received.
"One."
Oh look, a crack is on the wall. Maybe that's how the spiders come in.
"Two."
That half empty shampoo bottle must have been from the stone ages.
"Three."
Anyway you want it that's the way you need it. Nyunyuuuu.
"Four."
Roxas's hand wiped the smudged mirror in front of him.
"Five."
I look so good in this angle.
"Six."
I wonder if vegetables scream when they're harvested.
"Seven."
Aha, she knows how to count to seven.
"Eight."
Why are stands meant for sitting...
"Nine."
Okay I think I'm ready now.
The spiky headed blonde opened the door with a blank look, his mother was about 4 inches shorter than him glaring into his chest.
"LOOK A DEAD BIRD." Roxas shouted, pointing in the sky, and made a hurried jump down the stairs. "I'll be going now, hanging out with some friends- see you later." The last thing she saw of him was a salute followed by a nod and a slammed door.
A twitch of my hand under a crisp golden leaf woke me up suddenly. My sudden gasp for air made a close by bird flutter up into the sky making its way to the next safest tree. I touched my pounding forehead with the blue sleeve of my cardigan. I felt groggy, the same way people feel when they've had 5 hours of sleep on a school night. Well isn't this just perfect.
I brought my poor excuse of a body to a wobbly stand. There was no denial that I had run for quite some time, the proof were my feet that held several cuts and forming bruises from my escape.
But what was I escaping from? I couldn't even remember. I did know that I was running away at night, that it was chasing me. I could almost feel the impact of the ground that I faced when I fell down. But that was about it.
Nonetheless it gave me no excuse to finding a place I could get help. So I did what I could do, staggering forward into whatever I would find.
Or what would find me.
"What took you so long, Roxas? I almost thought you had gotten lost." A fierce shimmer was shown in the red heads eyes. He just loved to mock the poor blonde, his best friend.
"Don't buy it Roxas, Axel was the one running around whining 'My boy! What if one of those pedophiles caught him!'." Roxas heard a black haired girl snicker besides Axel.
That was their group, Xion, Roxas, and Axel. The reckless three. Of course they had other friends but the team of three remained pretty solid. Xion, the attentive, Axel the risk taker and Roxas-the looks.
"You know me, the mirror just couldn't get enough of my beautiful face." The overly confident blonde cooed. No one could tell Roxas he was unattractive, because he was quite the opposite of that.
Axel tossed both of his shorter comrades a rectangular goody wrapped in white plastic. "Thought you guys might enjoy something cool on a hot day."
"Axel- it's like half melted." Roxas scowled upon opening his wrapper and staring inside the sticky ice cream which used to be Sea salt ice cream, his favorite.
"Better than nothing." Xion shrugged tossing the wrapper down on the stone pavement.
Their day continued to go as usual, messing around running and messing around some more. That is until Xion stopped in her tracks, staring at a opening little rack close to her on a building that had not been there before.
On a further look she decided to approach the odd hole. "Axel, Roxas! Come check this out." She grinned, waving her hand towards herself with enthusiasm.
Axel cocked his eyebrow. "It's just a crack in a building. No big deal. Come on, we'll miss the next struggle battle if we don't get going." The pushy redhead proceeded to turn around which was abruptly stopped by a tug of Xion's hand on his jacket.
"No, look- I just saw something!" She hissed, continuing to stare into the crack.
Roxas nodded, "She does have a point, since when do random holes appear in buildings that lead towards forests?"
"Jeez, you guys are such nosy kids..-XION, get out of there!" Axel groaned glaring at the girl who had already crawled through the hole to the other side.
Xion smiled anyway, "You guys are lame if you don't come. I'll race you!" That was an offer Roxas nor Axel could pass up, their rules of racing was no joke. Whoever lost had to be the winners slave for a week.
Roxas and Axel looked at each other before fighting to get through the misshapen hole int he wall. "Axel, get your butt out of my face."
"Get your face- out of my tushy." Axel retorted, storming off after Xion.
The groaning complaining Roxas wasn't far behind Axels arm flailing running. He might've been the oldest physically, but not always mentally.
The two boys started to see that Xion was out of the race, no longer running before them but gone. "Where'd she go?" Roxas questioned which in reply Axel just took as an opportunity to win.
"Rawr!" Xion yelled, jumping out at Axel from behind a tree, which quite frankly scared Axel shitless.
Their giggling and laughing was stopped as soon as they took another step, staring ahead of them. In the green forest the sun shone only through some splits of trees onto the soil almost completely covered in leafs and dead twigs.
"What the FUCK is that, Axel?" Xion demanded, hardly moving out of her frozen spot.
Roxas furrowed his eyebrows catching up with the two before seeing what they were as well.
Mist surrounded the bottom of the hill they were looking down upon, and in that seemingly dark part of the forest there was a figure flowing with the mist. Cloaked in black the figure was wailing. In the place that the eyes were supposed to be were just hollow sockets. A plastered grin was spread from one side to the other of its face with sharp teeth that could sink into about anything. In a moments notice the cloaked figure dissolved in the mist, only to reappear in a different area.
The three young teenagers almost didn't notice the small blonde girl running away from the creature, screaming.