Akira: MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, time for one of my favorite Evanescence songs, Haunted! Oh the suffering! Oh the wondrous anguish! It fills me with joy!

Mimi: Meep! Aki-Chan, you're starting to scare me.

Akira: (blinks) I think I've been hanging around May too long.

Chapter 5

The sound of the night echoed in Tyson's ears. Two days had passed since Kai had come back and Hiro was leaving tomorrow, which only made Tyson feel more like shit. Nothing felt right in his world anymore. His brother was leaving him and the feeling of abandonment grew in the pit of his stomach. So many people he had cared for had abandoned him at one point or another, and he just couldn't take it anymore.

He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted people there, but also wanted them gone. He wanted to hurt himself, make himself bleed, yet at the same time he wanted to stop the pain, and stop the self-inflicted wounds. The need the scream was rivaled by the need to cry. He felt everything, and nothing, all at once. Was this insanity, or was this normal? Hope against hope he didn't know which would be better, insanity or being normal. What he wanted was unclear, but he knew he needed to be free, to breathe, and let go of all of these feelings.

Cool air brushed across his skin as he sat on his bed. He needed to escape, and lucky him, he had a window in his bedroom. A dark chuckle left Tyson's lips as he walked over to his already opened window. Listening carefully for any footsteps heading towards his room, he climbed through his bedroom window, and landed outside it without a scratch.

Not wasting any time, and moving with cat like grace, Tyson ran away from his house and let his feet take him wherever they wished to go. The night wind blew on his face sending shivers down his back now and then. Maybe he should have changed out of his PJ's before he left, but that didn't matter anymore; he was finally free. The rush gave his feet wings as he ran on the cold sidewalks.

Tyson couldn't stop the stupid smile that spread across his face at the thought of freedom. Sure he wasn't exactly free, but right now he didn't have to worry about anyone else or anything. To him this was freedom, or at least as close to freedom as he was going to get.

With that stupid smile still plastered on his face he began to cry. The tears rolled down his cheeks like a river, and he screamed. The feeling was so good that his scream slowly turned into a laugh, and then would go back to a scream. He loved this feeling. He was safe and free for now. Nothing could probably ever make him happier, then this one night of freedom. Sure, some people looked at him like he was crazy, but he didn't care about them. The world didn't matter; he was lost in his own world of ecstasy.

The feeling of transcendent bliss would have lasted longer if it weren't for the loud crashing sound right then. Stifling all sounds he had been making, Tyson finally took in his surroundings. He was in the park, as for where in the park he was unsure; it looked different at night. Letting his eyes adjust to the murky darkness he saw a tipped over trashcan. Cautiously, he stepped closer to the awful smelling thing. Peering over the can golden eyes stared at him.

A black cat sat there with a banana peel on its head. Chuckling at the cute sight before him, Tyson picked up the peel and tossed it to the side. "You scared me there for a second little buddy," Tyson said in a friendly voice. Patting the cat on the head, he left the poor thing there.

Feeling better Tyson sighed and walked down the path that should lead him outside of the park. He couldn't believe he had been scared of a little cat. Of course it was late at night, but still, he was the world champion. Grinning cockily he lost himself in pleasant thoughts.

Maybe things will get better. Tyson thought. I was finally able to get out all that frustration, and I'm sure I can deal with this. Weren't things always like this? Yeah, so I shouldn't have a prob- Tyson's thought were cut off as the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Stopping, he noticed the footsteps stopped moving. Waiting a few seconds he started walking again only to hear the same footsteps following him.

Beads of sweat formed on Tyson's forehead. Someone was stalking him! Adrenaline coursed through his body as he shivered in fear. He could hear his ragged breath, and feel his plus grow faster. His own heart echoing in his head. Letting his terror get the best of him he ran.

The cool night had betrayed him. He thought he was safe. He thought he didn't have to worry about anyone or anything, but he was wrong. He forgot he had to worry about himself and his own safety. How could he have let this happen! Was one moment of feeling high and unbelievable bliss worth what would happen to him if they caught him? No, and he could tell by the sounds of footsteps that it was more than one person after him.

Kai's right, I am stupid! The thought screamed in Tyson's head. Any intelligent person would have stayed home, but he, in his moment of irrational thought, had decided to go outside at this time of night. He was a fool! No, he was the king of fools! Only he could make this mistake!

Barely consciously he heard the people chasing him shout something to each other, but he ignored it. If he continued to run at this pace he might just make it to his home in time, but already he was having trouble breathing and growing tired from his outburst earlier. Why'd he have to use all his energy then? Why'd he have to go outside tonight? Why was he like this? Why? Why? Why!

The answer never came to him. Instead something hit him on the head, causing him to fall forward. It was only a matter of time before his stalkers were on top of him.

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Akira: Okay right now I got a lot of work so I can't answer reviews. Also I am ready for you guys to yell at me, but may I point out the genre for this story is angst/tragedy.