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Chapter 2

On and on, he ran. Faster and faster through the dense forest, flying past gnarled trees with upturned roots and twisted, moving branches that swung and threw their heavy wooden fists through the air.

Keepyourpacekeepyourpacekeepyourpace

Oh, he would; No doubt about that. The hell he'd risk this moment-this life or death moment-to a chance of showing off to a crowd that didn't even exist, and even if they did, no one would see him through the darkness of the lonely, cold, unforgiving, deathly forest that was, and had always been and always will be, his home.

His sanctuary.

His shelter.

The replacement of the mother's arms that never held him in no tighter a loving embrace of protection many a cold, lonely nights filled with starvation, nightmares and Things that should've remained just that, but instead had a name given by a boy who'd known no better, no lighter to the subject than anyone else in the Gods-damned world of things that should've just remained damned Things not things that moved not things that spoke not things that had faces and identities and flawless beauty so clear and perfect they hid sharp minds and scheming mutinous hearts with hate filled souls and lonely, woe filled eyes that showed good Things bad Things like Lust and Love

(of which there was no difference)

and took him farther and farther into the dangers of the world the One's who'd left him here had put him there for in the first place-

Itwasgainingohfuckitwasgainingitwasgainingitwasgianing

He tried to go faster. To his ever growing horror, he couldn't. The ground was thick and up to his knees. He was being sucked to hell, he was being sent to hell, he was wanted in fucking hell-

He ripped, he scarred, he yanked, he screamed; All was repented as he tore free of the grasping Ground and tore through the forest for the Edge. The Saving Edge. The Loving Edge. The Merciful Edge.

The Edge was fast in approaching, very fast, and before he knew it, he was bursting forth from the forest foliage and hurtling towards the Edge and it's jaggery, jutting rocky cliff.

He screeched to a stop, gasping heavily. His heart beat a mile a minute, pounding through his ears, legs and arms. His blood felt riled, flowing like a mad river into a whirlpool in the ocean. Sticky, smelling sweat clung his clothes to his thin, slight frame, his thick loose hair plastered to his pale forehead, and dark, nervous eyes flickering with wild animal fear. Those eyes had seen things (Things) that no living other should ever see, nor imagine. He was living horror, pure and undaunted by young minds of reason and stabability. Sanity had left his young mind. Leaving only the hollow shell, capable only of remembering and acting on pure, unadulterated fear that had firmly settled itself snugly in his warped mind and over his glassy, violet wide eyes.

Something crashed behind him, making him spin around in fright.

His body began to shake; Shaking and shivering and moaning as Death loomed with nothing but Itself, it's Holy, Justifying, Purifying in Hellish hot Holy water.

Strange gurgling moans of fright and pain came from deep within his throat, his open shirt flapping in wet smacking sounds from the wind that came heavy and hard from the Edge's steep, jaggery, jutting rocky cliff.

The Cliff.

The Edge.

He turned. His eyes, dark and mysterious, windows to the soul no lucky lady would ever have the grace or the pleasure of seeing, were wide and suddenly hope filled.

The Cliff was the way. The way to Repent. The way to Repay. The way to see the Hope-

He ran, a full out pelt in his dusty boots and dragging pant cuffs.

His toes hit the edge of the cliff, and he crouched, and prayed. He pushed off, hard, and, with his arms outstretched, hurtled from the Edge. Soundlessly, he dropped through the air, wind rippling in waves off his body, ripping his clothes in the process.

No matter, his sound, insane mind chided in a day-to-day echo

(for that was what it was)

they'll be of no need for where you're going, dear.

Then his eyes snapped open. And he screamed.