A/N: I've finally gotten Chapter 2 up! I was having some internet trouble, but it's fixed now and I'm back to continue the story. Anyway, I hope you like this next installment! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: December 5, 1841
Erik shivered, the cold night air berating him unmercifully. The sack scratched his face harshly, but he knew he couldn't remove it. After the evening's events, Erik would never be able to forget the horrific sight of his own face. He paced the frigid, snow-laden streets. His stomach growled in hunger, and he began to weary. He had to find food and shelter. But where? Suddenly he spotted a barn, and began to walk towards it. He checked to see that no one was out there. The old door creaked open and he hungrily snatched the oats out of one of the sleeping horse's trough. It was certainly not the best meal he had ever had, but then again, it wasn't the worst either.
The hay was itchy and cold, but he soon made himself comfortable. The barn reeked with a thousand pungent barnyard smells, but tonight it was a haven to Erik. No one to regulate his every move, not having to be afraid of startling others. He was blissfully alone.
Alone. Yes, but not blissful. The ache of his mother's death still burned deep inside of him. He thought of her, her sweet smile and gentle touch, until he fell asleep.
The horse next to him tramped and neighed loudly, its eyes white and panicky. "Shh, shh!" he told it quietly. He gathered up his bundle and flew out the door just before the farmer came in to see what was the matter.
Erik yawned. He had slept badly last night. He took stock now; he had to figure out his next move. It would not be smart to stay in the city- his father might change his mind and come after him anyway. He needed permanent food and shelter, and for that he'd need money. And to get money, he'd need a job. But who would hire a monster?
Leaving those thoughts for later, he began walking east, traveling well off of any beaten path. He walked until he was tired and footsore, until at last he wandered into a large city. The streets were dirty and unwelcoming, but his heart leaped when he saw an advertisement for a traveling circus. He could work in a circus! He'd read about them. They were places of great wonder and intrigue. Perhaps he could clean the stalls, or run errands, or something. It was worth a try, in any case.
Finding another barn, he once again ate oats and slept on the hay. Feeling hopeful for the first time since he had left home, Erik fell into a deep slumber.