The man and his pack were up early again for another run. It was very early in the morning too. The sun wasn't even out yet, but there was just enough light to see.

It was getting a little easier for the man to keep up with his pack. Or rather, he can move at a faster pace with his pack. But he knew it was still not fast enough.

He did not need to see the frustration in their faces. He doesn't blame them. He's the leader of the pack and yet he is slowing all of them down. But, at least they have a reason to stay with him now.

In a span of a couple days, this new pack leader not only got them an assortment of food but also they were able to take down the tyrant of the forest and it happened so fast. None of them were harmed, let alone got a strand of fur out of place. That bear tasted very good too. Not only because it had a lot of juicy meat, but because it was an amazing kill. All of them felt very proud of themselves for it. Their new alpha even got himself new pelt. He seemed to enjoy his new fur, or at least they thought he did.

It was rather hard to get a read on their alpha's emotions. His expression hardly ever changes. He mostly had one of three expressions: an unmoving frown, a scowl, and a more serious scowl. But mostly it was the frown. He also barely communicates. He mostly growls to keep order in the pack (breaking up fights or to show when one of the wolves step out of line). It only took a growl to keep the wolves in their place, they dared not challenge their new alpha. He's too intimidating.

The wolves have seen many ways other animals communicate their emotions. But trying to understand what the alpha was feeling was such an alien thing. They didn't know where to start or end, or even how to start. At times they wondered if their alpha is even familiar with emotions. Although he did seem to enjoy the bear meat the other night. He ate a lot of that bear meat too. Not all of it, but still a significant amount. The wolves didn't mind at all, there was still enough meat to them the rest of the week, maybe even more so. The man even dragged the bear carcass back to their den. The wolves were beyond grateful for that. If they were to leave that dead bear alone, foragers would have picked apart their glorious kill. Now they have all that glorious meat for themselves.

Now they are up with their alpha take a nice run. Or rather for the wolves, a pleasant jog. They moved as one unit. Making sure to be wary of disturbing any potential prey and keeping an eye out for areas that might be dominated by other competing predators.

The wolves were feeling rather confident, however. Their new alpha made them feel like they could take on any competing predator. But the man knows his body was still weak and far from capable of being a constant threat. Killing that bear was more luck than it was skill. His plan was well thought out and even better executed, but delivering that final blow was very risky. Had that bear leaned slightly away from his spear, he probably would have been the one made into a meal.

He needs to get his strength back. All of it! So, he will commit to a routine with his pack. Go for an early run in the morning, eat breakfast, meditate, work on his arms, chest, and legs, then meditate again, hunt, eat, workout again, then sleep with his pack. It was a sufficient routine for both him and his pack. He can train his body, and meet the nutritional needs for himself and the pack.

The man was leading his pack further than he did yesterday. Much further. He noticed that some of the lower ranking members of the pack were showing signs of uneasiness, charting into unfamiliar territory. He will have to teach them, all of them, how to conquer fear.

They were doing their run, just feeling the wind brush past their bodies when suddenly Selsa tripped on something and started yelping in pain. The rest of the pack stopped to see what caused Selsa to fall behind.

Selsa paw seemed to be trapped in something. He kept trying to get out of it, but it was on there tight and every time he struggled the more bloodied his paw got.

The man watched how Selsa kept tugging on his paw only to whimper in pain and scoot closer to the trap to try to loosen its grip on his paw. When he got closer he would growl and back away again and reverted to whimpering.

Selsa snarled at his paw and clamped his teeth around his trapped limb. Gnawing into his flesh.

The man blinked at Selsa's actions. Able to power through the pain in order to survive. Maybe he doesn't have to teach them how to conquer fear, that much. He walked right up to Selsa's side and knelt down to him. Selsa's teeth were really digging into his flesh. It was obvious the wolf is dead set on freedom. As much as the man admired his tenacity, he doesn't want his soldier to become a cripple. He began to pry Selsa's jaws off his foot.

Selsa growled at his alpha trying to delay the inevitable. Maybe he does have compassion, but right now all he is doing for Selsa is making his paw hurt more.

The man eventually freed the paw from the teeth. In doing so, Selsa continued to snarl and growl. The man silenced his wolf by shoving his forearm in the angry kanine's maw. Selsa instinctively bit down on the limb, tasting the flesh of his alpha. It helped to have something to bite on, the pain is somehow more manageable. The man then carefully loosened the snare grip. Selsa's paw felt more pain, so he bit down harder on the arm. The man didn't seem phased by the razor teeth digging into him, so he continued to unlatch the snare until he could easily free the paw.

When Selsa felt his paw free of the trap, he looked into the alpha's unmoving eyes. The wolf removed his teeth from the arm and started to lick his bloody paw.

The man waited until Selsa was done cleaning his wound before taking his makeshift weapon and cutting off a length of the bear pelt. The length was wrapped around Selsa's wound several times before tying a knot, but not too tight. He then petted Selsa's fur and gestured him to go to the rest of the pack, who were watching their alpha with curiosity in their eyes.

The man then pulled the snare out of the ground and examined its design. Metallic with individual strands of steel intertwined for a good grip. The rust on the contraption showed its age. It sure looked old, yet some parts of it look worn down like it has been used countless times.

This was obviously manmade, but he didn't think humans inhabited these woods. Are there hunters nearby? If so, why would they continue to use a trap in such a poor state? Is he closer to civilization than he realized?

Scanning the area surrounding him, the man looked for any indicators for the presence of men. Footprints, trash, or anymore traps. He noticed a worn down path in the trees. The man tightened his grip around his weapon and approached the path.

The pack started to follow the lead of the alpha, but he raised an open hand to halt the wolves. He made two quiet hisses through his teeth and gestured with his raised hand for them to leave. They followed the orders of their alpha and made their way back to the den. Selsa moved with a bit of a limp. The wolf was lagging behind the rest of the pack, but he was able to keep up with them at a fair distance. The man then started to move into the pathway.

He slowly moved through the fray, looking for any footprints, watching his step for any more traps, and making sure his movements are as quiet as the air he breathed. As he kept moving deeper into the forest he did start to notice somethings. There were more snares, but not just metallic ones. There were also ones made up of rope, while others were made up of what looked like vines. The deeper he went in, the more the makeshift snares he saw. The metallic ones were either so worn down that they just needed to be triggered once more and the steel would break or already broken. The rope snares looked relatively newer, but they stood out like a sore thumb. The vine snares looked so weak and shoddy in design. The man could wrap a vine snare around his neck and the vines would break the moment the trap was triggered if it could even function.

These must be the most incapable hunters ever! The only trap that looked relatively decent and well-hidden was the one Selsa set-off. Out of all the traps he could have set off it just had to be the only good one. Guess the poor wolf was just unlucky.

The man eventually found footprints. They are very similar to men but bigger. Much bigger. The air also started to reek of something. It wasn't man, bear, wolf, deer, squirrel, or any other natural resident of this forest.

The man also started to feel this path was familiar, too familiar. Why though? He's never been this far deep into the forest and yet he can't help but feel he has seen these trees before. Not all of them, but the further he traveled into the pathway, the more he started to recognize certain trees. How certain ones would be more slender or thicker than the others, the position they titled, the distance between them, and how tall some were.

He started to feel uneasy. He didn't like this feeling, it can be associated with weakness. There's only one thing to do. Find the source of this uneasiness and snuff it out. The man was now dead set on seeing where this path would take him, even if it was making him feel so nostalgic.

Why is this part of the forest doing this to him? He's sure he's never been here before. It hasn't been a week since he broke out of his cell, which is many a mile away from this place. Did he go through here before he… was… put… away.

Wait a minute.

The man stopped in his tracks and scanned the area again. This pathway. These trees. Why do they all look so familiar?

He started moving faster, still making sure he was stealthy and wary of traps. All of this was more than just familiar, it was nostalgic.

The man kept on pursuing this familiar pathway. He kept recognizing certain patterns along the way. He felt an odd sensation arise in his chest. A growing wave of hope. He isn't sure why he feels this way, but he was dead set to find out. Seeing a clearing in the distance to what he hoped to find, was really testing his patience too.

He closed in on the opening. The rising sun was blinding the other side of the opening with light. The light looks so beautiful, unlike the last time he saw it. He nearly jumped through the opening to find an old, abandoned building.

The building looked so familiar to the man. Almost like it belonged to him.

The building was in shambles. What was once a well-built structure, is now ruins.

All the woodworks keeping it together showed their age with planks full of splinters and cracks. It looked as though there used to be two stories, but the top half was missing. The roof was an assortment of logs and sheets half-heartedly tied together with vines. All the windows were either gone or shattered, they had what looked like sheets as replacements. Speaking of which, even the front door was gone. It too was replaced by a huge sheet.

The man made his way to the rundown building. That stench was originating from within, and it was fowl! It got stronger as he approached. So strong that he could taste it with his far back taste buds. He could hear sounds coming from within too.

Someone is living in this rundown shack.

"Let's go! I'm starvin'!" a low-intelligent voice boomed.

Out of the curtain came a massive ape-like creature. It had purple skin, green fur, with pink heart patterns along its massive arms.

"Keep your tail on, we're a commin'!"

More creatures emerged from the shanty house.

The man watched from above the ad hoc roofing. He silently reflected how grateful he was for his training giving such amazing reflexes and monitored the trespassers.

Gorians? In these woods?

He counted one, two… seven of them! Seven gorians. How did so many fit inside such a small run-down place?

"Let's go already! I'm tired o' waitin'."

"Ah shut up, Black Eye! We don' take orders from ya'."

"I don' see you acting as leader, Stink Tooth!"

"At least I didn't get beaten by some weak wizards, twice!" The other gorians started chuckling at Stink Tooh's remark.

"Shaddap! Dem Fairy Tails had me outnumbered in da' thousands, both times!"

What? Did that big dumb ape just say he got beaten by fictitious stories?

"I heard it was only two of 'em," said another gorian with a conehead absent of fur, that brightly reflected the morning sun. They all laughed at Black Eye again.

"SHADDAP!" Black Eye whacked the last gorian. Said gorian started rubbing his head, as a large lump grew from his scalp. The other gorians didn't seem to care, in fact, they just laughed even harder and jumped up and down flailing their arms about. "I don't need nothing from you, Shiny Dome. Alls you's does is run your mouth."

The man got very annoyed at the small troupe. They were all so damn obnoxious!

"I don' see why we got so far away from da' old forest. Everyone 'dere has got it good with tons of grub!"

"Dum-dum! We have dis' place all to ourselveses. We got tons of grub 'ere, Lazy Legs."

"But we only been 'ere for a couple months and our traps ain't workin' no more! A lot of the shiny ones these guys had broke already n' the ones we made stink!"

"Then we'll jus' haf'ta make bedd'ah ones."

"Bet da' strawberry tribe don' haf' ta put up with dis'," Stink Tooth groaned.

"Oh pfffffffffffffffft!" Black eye childishly responded, blowing raspberries. The man had to bite down on his teeth it made him cringe so much. He silently thanked and envied whoever it was that put this stupid ape in his place. "Those guys ain't nuttin'. All they do is eat strawberries all day, n' all of 'em got beaten by a lady wit' a cat."

All the gorians started laughing and jumping up and down again. Every part of the man's being wanted to rip their throats out. But he is not strong enough for any of them, yet.

"Now let's get ta' work. I wanna see if we caught anythin' today." One by one the massive ape-like creatures moved down the path with Black Eye taking the lead.

The man watched them all disappear into the trees. When he was sure they were out of hearing distance, the man climbed down the roof and stood in front of what use to be a door. Taking a deep breath, and ignoring the strong aftertaste of the smell, he pushed the sheet to the side and walked into the building. It was as bad as he thought it would be.

Upon walking into the entrance, the man there was a hallway with several entrances, and a staircase, missing the upper half of its steps, that lead to an upper level that was not there anymore. The first couple of steps he took were sounded off by creaky floorboards.

Going down the hall the man took in the interior surroundings. There were leaves and dirt everywhere. On the floor, the walls, even the crappy roof. Furniture was broken, which what the man assumed the gorians used as material for the roof. Books were scattered on the floor with huge clumps of pages ripped out of them and damaged spines. The stench was exponentially stronger on the inside. He would have covered the floor with the bear jerky he had for breakfast if he hadn't smelt worse. The man followed the stench to the kitchen.

The kitchen looked like that of a grizzly crime scene. Skeletons of local wildlife were everywhere. Everything from deer to corpses of small bear cubs decorated the room. Bones were scattered across the tiled floor; he couldn't see a single spot that was bone-free. The gorians probably used the bigger bones as material too. The bones were licked clean of any flesh but stained with dried up blood. All except for what was on the kitchen table. It was a stag and several empty glass bottles. The stags entrails were gutted and spewed out on the table top. But the man could tell it sat there for some time now based on its flesh feeling like cardboard and all the flies and maggots buzzing around it. It wasn't enough to suffice seven gorians. Maybe they fought over it or, based on what the man got on his first impression of them, they forgot about it. The only things that looked relatively fresh were what looked like the remains of a doe and two smaller deer.

In the sink was not only red stains but what looked like fruit seeds and dried up fruit skins. More flies buzzed over the sink. There were flies buzzing around everywhere. The orchestra of their fast wings made an out-of-tune song that filled the room.

The man searched the disgusting kitchen and went through the drawers. He found an assortment of kitchen knives, a meat cleaver, and a meat tenderizer. All of which were dull and rusty. Shame, he would have liked to get a proper weapon to replace his sharpened stone knife. He was able to find a small box of matches. He didn't need them, but he still felt like they could be useful.

The food pantry was empty like he suspected it would be. Save for rotten fruit full of flies and weevils and more empty bottles. Out of curiosity, the man picked up one of the bottles and took a big whiff over the bottleneck. It had the faint scent of wine that made the man cringe in disgust. He never liked alcohol. It reeked and had a tendency to make people dumber than they already were.

Needless to say, the entire room was beyond disgusting. Deciding he had enough of this room, the man moved onto the next room which looked like a study.

It had a completely different stink, compared to the kitchen. There were more books thrown about and ripped pages everywhere. What looked like the remnants of a desk was shattered into pieces with missing parts. There were colorful scribbles of along the walls from what the man assumed was quill-pen ink. Actually, taking a closer look at the walls, not all of the graffiti looked like pen ink. Since when does ink come in a brown dye?

The floor was a carpet material but it was dyed in many shades of yellow. At the corner of his eye, the man found the source of this new stink. A big pile of shit. This room became the gorians' restroom.

He was done with this room and moved onto the last one in the building. It looked like a living room.

There was a fireplace full of unburnt logs with a pile of more logs and sticks at the corner. The walls didn't have as much filth or graffiti as in the other rooms. It had more windows in it too, and sheets covering every window. In one corner of the room was a broken down piano, missing most of its keys. The floor did not have as much dirt or leaves covering it, but it did have more broken bottles than the kitchen did. In the middle of the room were a couple of bed mattresses and blankets. The mattresses were not big enough for two gorians, let alone seven. The man assumed that the mattresses must have been fought over before the others had to settle with the blankets.

The man walked around the makeshift sleeping quarters, observing the entire room, especially the beds. They looked so familiar to him, or at least from what he could see with all the filth dirtying the white linen the mattresses were made of. He was about to take a closer look at the mattresses until he heard something crack underneath his foot.

Taking a step back, the man saw what looked like the underside of a picture frame on the floor. He knelt down and flipped it over to reveal a cracked photo of three smiling individuals. At first, he wondered where they could be right now then he recognized one of them, then the other two.

It was them. All three of them.

The picture slipped out of the man's hand and crashed to the ground, shattered glass flew everywhere. The man's knees joined the fallen photo on the floor and started heaving heavy breaths.

He remembers this place. It was their safe haven from the world. All three of them built it together. They spent their happiest days in this place. Lifting his head up, he took in what was left of the rundown sanctuary. Each tiny detail of the place brought back an onslaught of memories. Happy memories.

He hasn't thought about happy memories in so long. He remembered all the fun times they had in this room. He remembered playing on the piano. How when they would play on it so often that one of the pedals started to wear down. How even when one of them would hit the wrong note, they would still laugh it off and play again.

He remembers when the study looked so neat. It had so many books in it at one point and the design looked so sophisticated that it appeared as though they entered a different building every time they entered that room.

He remembered that creaky board and why it was so creaky. He remembers when one of them would playfully push down on that board to serve as the house call for food.

He remembers going into the kitchen and helping sort out all the food. Everything from crop they would crow in their garden or gather from the forest to meat from the local wildlife. Yes. It was all coming back to him.

Wait, those snares were theirs? Oh yes! The man remembers how he and his loved ones would set them up and make rabbit stew. Oh, just thinking about it made his mouth water and his eyes moist.

The man became short of breath and his vision was started to fade. He almost collapsed to the floor, but propped himself up with his arms.

Their safe haven is ruined! What could this have happened?

Oh yes, he happened. On that day.

Anger rising, the man stood up and looked around the humble abode once more. He saw all the damage done to it and how unkind the years of abandonment has done to it. Now all their belongings have been tarnished and abused.

The man glared at the beds. They were all that was left of him and his loved ones, and now someone is sleeping in them!

The man opened the picture frame up and carefully pulled out the photograph. He brought it to his face and took in every remaining detail of the people in the picture. Those Cheshire smiles were genuine. They did not have to fake those smiles, they were happy. But then someone took away their happiness in one night!

He swallowed his rage and sadness and pressed his lips to the photograph. The photograph was then folded in half and tucked into the waistband of his loincloth. The man balled his hands into white-knuckled fists, that shook with unkempt fury. He had so much rage surging through his veins that he kept getting angrier and angrier by the second. Everything started to go black again, then it started to turn crimson. A ringing started to buzz in his ears. The approaching sound of a wailing kanine interrupted his blind fury.

"Ahh, shaddup ya' dum' doggy! Wait til da' rest of us git back. We hongry."

One of the gorians had returned. The man heard the gorian walk over the squeaky board and into the kitchen. The man then silently walked to the kitchen entrance. He saw the gorian holding a metallic snare in one hand and in the other he was holding a wolf up by its tail as it kept snarling at the large creature.

"I said shaddup!" The gorian shook the dangling wolf in the air but the animal kept growling. "Grr! I don' kno' 'ow ya' got outta dis'," he then shook the snare in front of the wolf's face, "but when dey git back wit' all yo' buds, we gonna skin ya' alive!"

The man then recognized the wolf by the rag around one of its paws. It was Selsa.

The man widened his eyes into saucers at the gorian's back, then he narrowed them into daggers. He breathed in a deep breath and let out a low growl.

"Huh?" The gorian turned around to find a human standing in the kitchen he and his group made into their own. "Hey… Who d'ya' think ya' are? Dis' is our place! Git lost!"

The man did not answer, he just narrowed his eyes more at the large gorian. The man recognized the gorian by his bald head as the one called Shiny Dome.

Shiny Dome huffed at the man, "Oh! A tough guy, eh?"

Selsa stopped growling when he saw his alpha's eyes. He has never seen his alpha make that face before. He has never seen such a terrifying sight. It scared the wolf more than the rogue bear ever did. The man understood why Shiny Dome did not react to his eyes. Intelligence can be such a double-edged sword. It grants creatures the glorious gift of reasoning at the cost of overshadowing one's natural instincts.

The man cracked his neck and slowly unsheathed his stone blade. Selsa has never been so scared in his life.

"Oh, ya' think ya' can take me on? Pffft! Ya' just a tiny man." Said tiny man raised his stone knife at the large gorian. "A'right," Shiny Dome dropped Selsa and pounded his chest, "bring it on!"

Shiny Dome then heard the man whistle and felt a set of razor sharp teeth digging into his calf.

"Ahh! Stoopid dog!" Shiny Dome kicked the wolf off his leg and turned back around to find the man in mid-air with the tip of the stone blade, mere inches from Shiny Dome's face.


"I can' belive we lost 'em! All dat grub, gone!"

"Quit whinnin', Fat Belly!" Black Eye spat. "All ya' do is eat anyways."

Fat Belly grumbled under his breath at Black Eye as they returned to their shanty domicile.

"I'm just glad one of us got somethin'," said Lazy Legs.

"It's betta' than nothin'," another gorian spoke.

"Nah!" chastised Black Eye. "One wolfey might as well nothin'! We don' got nothin' to celebrate, Short Tail!"

Short Tail lowered his head at Black Eye's words.

The group came up to the house they've bunkered in for months.

"Shiny Dome," Black Eye called, "is supper ready yet?" But after waiting for a response for nearly a minute, all Black Eye got was silence. "Shiny Dome?" he tried again, but still no answer. "Shiny Dome!" Black Eye still did not get an answer. "Where is dat dum-dum?"

"Don' kno'," Stink Tooth answered.

"Nobody asked ya'!" Black Eye screamed, infuriated.

"I jus' wanna git some shut eye," Lazy Legs jested. Lazy Legs was about to go inside first, but Black Eye pushed him out of his way.

"Me first!" he yelled as he marched into the house. The others followed their self-proclaimed leader and tried to make themselves at home, but Black Eye kept disturbing the peace.

"Shiny Dome! Shiny Dome! Talk ta' me! Don' ignore me!"

The other gorians did their best to ignore his booming voice, but Black Eye always shouted at a very loud volume.

"Shiny Dome!" Black Eye took in a deep breath, "Shhhhiiiinnnnnnny DooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMEEE-AH!"

All the other gorians plugged their ears with their fingers, but Black Eye's voice broke the barrier of their digits and echoed through the forest.

"Grrrr!" Black Eye slammed his fists down onto the creaky board. "Where'd Shiny Dome go?"

No one answered Black Eye's question this time. They just walked around him and made their way for their sleeping quarters. Naturally annoyed by everyone's lack of alertness, Black Eye marched into the bedroom and saw them all settling down.

"Wha's goin' on 'ere? Why's e'rebody takin' a nap for?"

"We tired, Black Eye," Stink Tooth said.

"Yeah, running after dem wolfies wa' a lo' o' work," Lazy Legs said.

"No. No. No. No. No! No! NO!" Black Eye chanted, bouncing up and down and slamming his fists into the floor. "Nobody's gonna nap 'til we found Shiny Dome!"

Lazy Legs yawned, "Shiny Dome's probably out dere somewhere. He'll sho' 'imself when he does."

"...Fine! But I'm still hongry!"

"Me too."

"No ones care what you think, Fat Belly!" Black Eye then made his way for his mattress but found something was missing. "Hey…. Where's mah blankey?"

"Say wha'?" asked Lazy Legs.

"Mah blankey!" Black Eye screamed. "Mah blankey is gone! Which wun of ya' took it?" Black Eye then marched around the room. "Did ya' take mah blankey? Did you? You? How's 'bout you? Who toook mah blankeeeeeey!?"

"No one took ya' blankey," Stink Tooth chimed.

"Shaddap! I left it on mah bed, I kno' I did!"

"Den go look fo' it."

"Hmph!" Black Eye then walked up to Shiny Dome's spot in the room and snatched the blanket. "I'm takin' dis!" He then walked up to Fat Belly's side and kicked him to attention. "Git up!"

"Why?"

"You's gonna get somethin' for me in the kitchen. I wan' dat wolfie we caught."

"Why can't ya' do it ya'self?"

"CAUSE I SAID SO!" Black Eye then kicked Fat Belly harder.

"OW! OW! M'kay! M'kay! I'm up!"

"Actually, fugget it! Ya' probably jus' eat it all fo' ya'self"

Black Eye walked away from the slack-jawed Fat Belly and moved to Lazy Legs. "Ya' do it instead! Ya' don' nuttin' else all day."

Lazy Legs, rolling his eyes, got up and made his way for the kitchen. He did not want to be kicked by a rowdy Black Eye.

Black Eye then grumbled and mumbled his way back to his mattress. He wrapped himself in Shiny Dome's blanket and collapsed on the bed. "I swear wen I get mah hands on Shiny Dome, I'm gonna-!"

"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

All the gorians jolted upright at the sound of Lazy Leg's scream.

"Ugh!" Black Eye groaned. "Shaddap Lazy Legs! I'm tryin' ta' sleep 'ere."

"AAHHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Grrr!" annoyed, Black Eye rose to his feet. "Come on!" he commanded to everyone before leading them to the kitchen to find a shocked Lazy Legs resting on his back on the floor. He was trembling in terror.

"What's got ya' so spooked?"

Lazy Legs rose a shaky finger to point to what scared him. The other gorians followed the finger to find the most horrific thing they had ever seen. It was hanging over the kitchen ceiling.

It was Shiny Dome's head, missing his lower jaw, and dripping droplets of blood all over the already bloody kitchen floor. His eyes were gouged out and his ears were missing. The head was suspended in the air with what looked like a snare, weaved through one of his nostrils and came out through an eye socket. Even though his eyes were missing, the gorians could plainly see an expression of utter terror plastered in that disfigured face. Then there was what was hanging behind the severed head.

Black Eye's blanket was on display behind the hanging head. On it was a message written in large, crimson letters.

GET

OUT


A/N: I've waited weeks to post this chapter. As always I welcome every review and critique of my work.