Seth ran through the streets. After what he had seen even bleach couldn't possibly wipe the thought of his friends death from his tearing up eyes. He didn't know how far to run but the distance he had ran so far was not enough, the police would soon find the victim which turned out to be one of his dearest friends he met in nursery. Jeremy, was his name. Seth knew he wasn't being followed, nor tracked down by the time of his sleep, but he still ran like his whole life would crumble and fade away from this chaos caused..
Seth was an honourable age for his appearance. He had short, black hair and green eyes. His face frame was feminine but with a tone of masculinity added to the sides. He was a very pale boy and often was unkempt. Jeremy was his only friend, the only way to describe Jeremy in the clearest way. Is dead, closed eyes and colder than one of those ice packs your school would give you if you were injured in physical education or, just a random thing that happened to you and you can't explain it. So Jeremy was pretty much gone now..
Seth was far from home, carrying only his broken heart in his chest alongside with a stitch just to make him more upset, I suppose that is what a stitch's purpose really is. He would never forget that day, and once he found the man who made Jeremy his victim, god forbid would there be a conflict..
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Hand markings..
TerrorSeth lost his friend at the start of the year, he finds shortly that he is not the only one left to bite away at the dust.. Who is doing this and why..? Only a trace of hand markings are to be found, but whose markings really are they??
