Five Nights In Wonderland

FNIW Chapter 6 Part 4 - forched here

He sprinted through the city, the wind was yanking in his hair and ripped clothing. The early morning was already warm and the wind was chilly. He could feel the pain in his legs, he could feel the pain in his throat. But he never stopped... never...

He finally came to a stop, gasping for air. He leaned against a tree in the park, taking in small gasp of air. It hurts to let the air come down his throat, but if he wanted to sprint the whole way home... he had to ignore the pain as much as he could and continue.

He glanced up at the sun, there already was up. The same sentence ran through his mind, made him want to just run back again.

"He's alive!"...

The boss had nearly killed Nitram! That b***h! What was that boss' problem?!

"He's alive!"...

And the boss killed his own son... Petrov looked down again. He don't think it was on purpose, how can a dad kill his own son?

He stayed in the park, where people won't see him. After all, people will probably freak out if they see him. He looked at the traffic, saw a ambulance quickly drivng through. He felt a hole in his stomach. It was coming to get Nitram...

He looked up, shaded his eyes from the sun with his arm. The sun was brightly shining down, no clouds was on the sky. Even if he could see a few clouds out in the distance.

He sighed, turned to look at the direction he had ran from. Should he turn back and check if Nitram will be okay? Or go all the way home? He crossed his arms, a feeling of uneasiness was spreading in his body. He flicked his glance between the path he ran on from the Gift Shop to his home. Where to?

One part of him wanted to check on Nitram, the other one wanted him to let Bodil and Martin know, that he was alright. He didn't know which was to go. Home or not?

He turned his back to Nitram, ran towards their home. He had to let Martin and Bodil know that he wasn't a prisoner anymore. He had to, no matter how much he wanted to check on his winged friend.

He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks, bared his teeth as the salt in the water made his wound on his neck start to burn. He tried to ignore it, as he ran towards the way home. He felt like he had been away from his friends in more than 10 years. God, he had missed them so much! Even Bodil's weird form of humor.

He smiled for the first time in a long time, when their house came in sight. He ran to the door, banged on it. He didn't had the voice to speak, the joy had blocked his throat.

"Hold on!" a voice said, Petrov knew it was Martin. "Geez, why so early?".

Petrov couldn't help himself, but slam the door open when he heard the click from a key unlocking the door. He warped his arms around the sorcerer's neck, Martin stepped back in surprise.

"Petrov!" Martin exclaimed, warped tightly his arms around Petrov. "Petrov, where have you been?! We have been so worried about you!".