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It's been an hour since Gamzee left you there, tied to that tree. You didn't mind though. This gave you the time to actually think and process the do's and don'ts for the plan you created. You thought of the flaws, but now you know one, that seemed to be flawless.

The clouds that threatened to rain earlier, now poured down on you. The cold air danced around you; your tears were dried up, leaving the red traces of where they ran. The thunder cracked across the sky, and soon fell quiet. The sky seemed darker... darker than usual now it does... no light. And the only light you got was when the lighting flashed across the sky. "..." You hadn't spoken a word since Gamzee left. For some reason you wish he would come back... You thought for a moment, before bumming out. 'Maybe...' You think, 'No...'

A flash of lightening struck, lighting up the sky. You could see the field, and then a patch of tall grass-

Something moved.

Something in that tall grass, fucking moved.

Was it... Was that a shadow...?

Lightening struck again, and a shadow disappeared. "Huh-?" A sudden release of pressure and you fall to your face, chills running down your spine. 'Someone loosened the chains..?' You thought, numbly getting up.

"So... mother fucker..." That could voice sent chills down your spine. "How's the rain?" He asked, tossing you, your... sickle..?

"..." You don't say anything, but the voice that spoke was now behind you.

"Let's play a game..." You jump, "It's a fun game..." His voice was now in front of you, "...its called target..." his voice was now in your ear. "... You're the target..." The voice was behind you, but it was whispered in your ear. "RUN "

You take off into the field, dashing through the tall grass. It hits you, stinging your face; even worse with the carpet burn you have, leaving read marks around your face. You run, and run, but where to? The lightning flashed and standing in front of you was him. Your eyes widen, and you try to stop. Your feet slide out in front of you, but you turn, using your hand to balance out. You continue to run, as he laughs and disappears into the dark.

You huff, and wheeze, but you run even if you're in pain. None stop; the wind pucks up, carrying the scent of the dead bodies, and blood. Lightning flashes again, and he's in front of you, almost as if he knew where you were running to. One step ahead of your plan. You stop, skidding at bit. You turn around, and continue to run. He grabs the back part of your shirt, and yanking you back. You choke a bit, and fall back. "Shit, mother fucker, you are scared..." He said, looking at you. He stood over you, the rain washing his makeup away. His eyes looked red.

"Gamzee what do you want with me?" You huff. He just laughed.

"I want to kill you... and paint the wicked pictures with your mother fucking blood." He grabbed your hair and started to pull you away. You squirm and fight as you're dragged through the mud and grass...

X

By the time he dragged you to the porch, the rain had cleared. You were cold, shaking and tired. He threw the door open, and tossed you in. You scream in pain, stumbling to catch yourself, only to land on your side. He threw a towel at you, and said, "Wash up" soon walking away into the kitchen. "Oh... and there is no use in trying to escape..." He looked back at you, scratching the back of his leg with his foot, in the door way. "With your injuries, you won't make it very far..." He taunted. You growled softly and winced at the pain in your side. You give in, and stumble to the bathroom.

IT WASN'T MUCH TODAY, BUT I WILL DO AN EXTRA LONG AND SAD ONE TO MAKE IT UP FOR YOU. NOW I SHALL GO FOR A WALK~