Chapter 2 - In Every Ending there is a Beginning

Two years ago

An eighteen year old looked upon the the farm work he had completed in the last few hours. Lines of mowed hay lay flat giving the large field a neat manicured appearance, he took immense satisfaction from that. Ross had grown up on a hobby farm of sorts, meaning that whilst he didn't live on the outcome of the crop it still was the difference between having money in his wallet or not. This farming lifestyle also meant that people often looked at him as though he was uneducated or somewhat of a redneck, whilst truthfully he was very educated. He was in grade 12, his final year of the advanced program that he struggled to see the purpose of.

"What the hell" the young man exclaimed as the mower he towed along behind the tractor to the front of the field, suddenly shook aggressively. Stopping the tractor. He gets out cautiously and took five steps the back of the large piece of gear. A large dog lays behind it, eyes closed but without any notable cuts. Seriously though this dog was big like, a small moose, kind of big.

Walking back to the tractor he grabs a large red plumbing wrench used on occasion to fix tractor gear. As he approaches the dog something flits in the corner of his vision. Turning rapidly he sees an empty field and …. nothing. He narrows his eyes. Turning back to the mower, and god dammit, the dog is gone. He takes a few steps forward clutching the wrench like a club as a sudden chill takes the september air. Making a split second decision, he turns back to the tractor "Fuck this" he exclaimed before quickly walking back to the tractor. Something moves again in the corner of his eye. He "GO HOME" he yells loudly climbing into the tractor and turning it on and closing the door, a scratching sound comes somewhere from near the gear. "Fuck sake" he exclaimed louder this time as the scratching continues.

Getting out of the tractor was the most worst decision he ever made.

Grabbing the wrench again he got out of the tractor eyeing the mower like it contained a bomb, suddenly when he was off the ladder, he felt the thing that he sensed had been hunting him the whole time approaching behind him. He whipped around swinging the wrench and connecting with a slightly smaller person holding a bronze colored knife, the spray his face where the wrench connected was… gory. And like anyone the stalker collapsed bleeding profusely from his nose and jaw. "Shit" was all Ross could say, what was happening. He looked at the unconscious man, he looked to be about sixteen with pale skin and vicious looking bronze shouldered knife in his hand. "You surprise me'" a dark voice spoke before Ross felt a cloth going over his mouth, darkness seeped into his vision blotting out the light and pulling him into the land of dreams