So it's been four years. I'm an ass. But here is the next chapter. Which focuses on an OC by musicjunky1013. Chris.
I stared at the burning embers of my campfire, relishing in the warmth it put off. My dark brown hair swayed in the wind, flowing behind my back, my headphones slipping out in the process. I stood up, now focusing on the sound of screams coming from my right. Grabbing my double sided axe, I made my way to what seemed like an abandoned building, where a bunch of grown men had a little boy hostage. He looked so much like my brother… I couldn't help it. My eyes turned purple, only a thing to happen when I'm mad. I jumped and slashed one of the men in half.
"So I don't know if you know this but he's kind of dead now." They attacked, swirling around me like a swarm of locusts. Garbage. They all were. In five minutes, I was covered in the blood of my enemies. They were all dead. All but the boy. "What's your name kid?"
"D-Daniel."
"Well Daniel. Go home." I walked off into the forest, unaware of the predatory forest eyes following my every move.
So that's that. Once again. I'm an asshole. 4 years. 4! I don't even have an excuse. But here's this so. Forgive me?