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Francis was scared, even before he noticed trees falling. There was no logging in the area, and it was many trees that were falling, so it wasn't age. An icy knife struck his heart, and melted in his eyes.
America had come for revenge.
He didn't know that he screamed, just that one moment Matthew was there and asking what happened. He told him, warned him, and Matthew just asked why, why was he afraid of him? He didn't need to explain. Men were driven by passion, feeling like love, and instincts like fear. Considering what happened and why it was done, it was obvious what America would try to do. Francis grabbed his friend's arm, and pulled him to safety, running out the back door and into the woods. Like Orpheus, he turned around to see if he escaped Hell, and saw that his loved one was no longer there. He was truly alone. Laugh and the world laughs with you, he thought. He cried alone.
Unaware, his victim was comforted, and given love.