Von

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After weeks of running away from home after that tragic accident. Nate never felt so appalling in his life. He touched the left side of his face feeling his newly burnt scars, touching its formation and textur on his face. He felt like crying but his eyes were already tinted red from crying so much, that tears can no long come out from his own eyes. He wanted to cry so bad, why did something like that had happened to him. He treated everyone kindly, how could people hate him over his kindness. Is kindness no longer a tread that people could stand for anymore? His blood wasn't built for rudeness. His mother taught him to be the best man, to be kind and gently, patient within everyone around him. No matter how hard he'll try to get angry over anyone, he always forgives them, and he dispies that about himself.

His left face felt numb, it was extremely painful for the first week but now that pain is gone, no longer feeling anything from his left side of his face. He sniffed as he continued caressing his scar, trying to get use to the fact that he'll be stuck with a face like this forever. Not that he was ever attracted in the first place, though he didn't let that onto him. He wasn't some depressed person over the fact that no one would like him. He was well prepared to take care of himself and not worry about people liking him or not. He was prepared to live his entire life alone if he wanted to.

Nate took a couple of glanced around where he was. He actually had no idea where he is, knowing that he stuck in the middle of the woods of who knows where, but definitely far from home which was exactly what he wanted. But what bothered him most that he hasn't had any food in days, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold on to suffering this much pain without any food.

He rubbed his stomach, as painful look on his face formdd, there was of course no food in miles and drinking water isn't doing much help to cure off the pain in his stomach. It felt like a bunch of red ants were eating inside of him. He wobbled over to a tree and eventually puke til all of it was let out. He felt a bit of relief from that, but of course it wouldn't last for long. He continued walking in a straight towards wherever it'll take him and what he was hoping to end up is probably where food is, anywhere where there's shelter, somewhere safe, somewhere to stay and live happily his entire life, but of course nothing like that will ever happen.

After walking a couple of miles, noticing a thick fog up ahead. Nate had a rather unsatisfied look on his face, not like some thick fog would do anything to him anyway. He hoped that at least the fog would take him somewhere.

He let out a tiredly like sigh as he entered into the fog. He stumbled on some rocks and kept his arms up to keep himself from bumping into trees. The fog was so thick that he could barely see his hand with his arms all stretched out. As he continued walking deeper into the fog, everything started darkening up more. Eventually it ended being too dark for him to see anything.

Nate made sure he didn't freak out, he thought positively and told himself that he. probably walked into a cave or something, so it shouldn't be so much of a big deal.

Eventually walking a little further, seeing some light up ahead. As he walked closer to it he noticed the light source were just street lights, he took a couple of glances around, seeing a bunch of deserted like house around, the entire place completely looked abandon, but it looked worth it to stay in for shelter now. He can probably find food around here if there is any. If there weren't he'll have to find some sort of thing as a weapon to hunt himself some animals.

All of a sudden Nate's heart started racing, he couldn't exactly know why, too he turned turning his head to the right, but not as completely since his face hit something hard and cold. Turning his eyes to see what it was, noticed it was a gun pointed at him, more like a shot gun. He looked up at the being, the being looked rather tall and probably around the age of sixteen but it was hard to tell. His eyes were pitched black, his skin colored grey and he had some sort of blood color hair. He stared at Nate with a cold glared as it spoken to him, "How did you get in here?" Nate stared at him, never seeing some human or not exactly human to look something like that. The being shoved the gun more into his face and repeated what he had asked him, "How did you get here?" His tone seemed more harsh now. Nate looked surprised knowing he was being serious. He stood there quietly for a few seconds as he gluped up the last few saliva he had in his mouth. "I don't know, I walked into a fog and here I am," he hesitated to say.

The being stood there as his glare started to look even colder at Nate. Standing there in awkward silence as he study Nate and lowered the gun away from his face, "Well I guess I can consider you lucky. Anyone who actually walks into the fog dies their way trying to get here, even though no human outside this place knows that this place exist. So I really don't know how you lived, but you must me somethin' else." He let out a sigh, as he did a couple of glances around. Nate stared at him trying to figure out the words to say to him, or it, but without saying any word, his stomach rumble, the other male turned his eyes focusing at Nate, "Hungry, eh?" He asked, but he didn't hesitated to let him answer his question at all ,without grabbing his shirt and dragging him over towards a house.

Nate followed, stumbling along as he couldn't keep up with the other males speed. Walking up on the porch steps and eventually tripping, the other male stopped and look down at him. He let go of his shirt and went into the house without bothering to help Nate or even asking if he was ok. Nate looked down, breathing rather heavily for no sort of reason, his heart raced. He closed his eyes shut trying to catch his breath.

After catching his breath and his heart stopped, he stood up and walk into house. His first impression was the smell of the house, it had an odd stench but yet it smelt rather, nice? From how the house looked like outside, he was expecting more of a dead rat like smell.

The other male placed a bowl on the table along with a spoon. He looked at Nate and pointed down at the bowl, "Eat it. It's rabbit stew. I expect you to eat all of it too, I don't need any food going into waste." Nate nodded as he walked on over to the table and sat down, not bothering to say a word. He took a sip of the stew, and thought it was pretty good. Nearly done with it, he paused and looked at other male, who seemed to be just cleaning up his gun on the couch, "What's your name?" His dark demonic eyes looked up at Nate, he left out a sigh and place his gun to the side. He stood and went on over to look down at Nate's bowl. Making sure it was empty and not a single thing was left over in it, he took the bowl, placing it into the sink. Nate watched him, looking rather confused since he didn't answer his question, he observed him as he walked back over to Nate, grabbing a chair and sitting down. "Kite. My name is Kite, yours?"

Nate raised an eyebrow from his name but didn't bother questioning of it, "Nate." Kite nodded and sat up straight, looking over to the window, staring out at the darkness. Sitting in silence, not knowing of what to say. Nate observed Kite, the light from the house did seem to show his appearance more. His skin was actually pale like grey and his eyes were entirely black. So demonic like, but they didn't seem to look so scary at all.

Kite letting out a sigh, facing Nate. Seeing at his was observing him. He spoken, "I'm surprised you aren't questioning me. Like for example, what is this place? Why do I have grey skin? Why do I look like this? Am I the devil or Satan? Or maybe I am god? Why is my name Kite? Are there other people like me here? Well I'm going to fucking answer it for you because your damn anti-social ass is bothering me and I guess your up for damn answers. Honestly I've never met another being like me or... you, if you don't claim me as a human. But its been like 11 years since I've last seen another being, so be glad I didn't kill you. It feels rather lonely not having to communicate with anyone like me and doing things by myself." He paused trying to figure out what other words to say, "It's weird to hear my own voice too, I barely ever talk. It's pointless to talk to your ownself, but now I can use my voice by actually talking to you."

Nate sat there with a straight face, he wasn't even sure to believe what he said or not, but being here sounds worth it to stay then where he was before, "I'm going to sleep, because I know for damn sure I'm probably dreaming of all of this, but heck I have one hella of an imagination. Good night to you dream created Kite, you were one hot stuff to see in this nice dream, but I've seen enough. I probably won't dream you again, but wow this dream was worth it." Nate stood up, before being grabbed by Kite, forcing him to sit back down. "You're not dreaming, this is all real Nate. I swear I will pinch you, if not, I'll punch you if it doesn't work." He spoken in a rather violent tone.

Nate looked surprised, "No I can do it myself. Thanks." He released his hand off of Kite's grip and pinched himself a couple of times til he realized he wasn't dreaming at all. Nate sigh and glared at Kite, "I hate you for being right." He crossed his arms and turned his head away from Kite.