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Memories of a Red Ranger
Pre-"Lionheart"
It's my life, so they say. But why must life be so difficult? All I wanted was a life of ease. A life of pleasure and not of pain. This pain I feel now is the worst pain. This pain almost lets me scream at the top of my lungs. Throw my fists onto the cold ground and pound at it until I break not just the Earth, but my hands as well. I am sore from all of this pain. I wanted this pain to subside, but he looks at me with those dark and heartless eyes, trying to smile, but knows he's weak to do that.
I break from the pain on instant. I feel the horrible cold as it rips through my being, its chill so tough I could see my breath through it. I feel nothing more than my legs, their movements quick and almost as though I was running.
I am running. The red sparks coming off the trees could tell you that.
Feeling the sparks on my skin, I couldn't complain. How many times had I done this? Felt this? Maybe only once, but that doesn't seem like a bad number. I have no regrets to turn around from my movements, and I see him charging towards me. He sees me, and I see him.
He's come to hunt me.
I've come to hurt him.
I only am hunted when I'm alone. I have no one now. I give a mighty yell and charge towards him, his eyes suddenly big from all the power. I see his movements slow, and his weapon raised. He looks into it, but I keep charging. After all, he's the hunter, I'm the hunted.