An Awakening Story

Prologue

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A cold night fell upon the woods while the moon shines brightly, hanging in the sky as it lit the paths of the dense and narrow grove. The noise of multiple draps of boots through the dirt as the rustling sound of the bush makes way for a man, his clothes are ragged and torn, the spikes from the bushes tear the clothes he wore as it slices through his skin, blood was drawn and stained the once clean and delicate garment.

His breath was heavy, his heart beating fast, his body giving out from the exhaustion he felt from running, while the night was cold with gentle breeze, he was sweating.

He took a second to stop and breath, his mind was a mess and his headache didn't help his case either, he clutched his head feeling the pain that coursed through his head. He sighs aloud.

"How ... much ... longer ... ", he managed to speak out.

His hand slips down his head as he tries to straighten himself up, this results in him groaning in pain as another wave of headache shot through his head. He clutch his head again briefly as his hand slowly hover over a stinging pain he felt from his neck, he felt it. A deep wound, that of a human can't comprehend, but for a person like him, it's a sign. A sign of downfall.

He chuckled lightly, a faint smile formed on his face.

'Is this really my end?', he question in his mind, but before he could conclude with an answer he heard the draps of boots getting closer.

"OVER THERE!", A muffled yet loud shout was heard through the trees and bushes, the man take's his queue to run.

His feet spring into action, pushing his body to move forward. He zig zagged his way through the bushes and tree with a hope to escape those who were chasing him, the sound gunshots rang through the forest piercing his ears, his heart beating faster as he was overwhelmed with panic.

'I need to loose them-', his mind keeps telling him to move foward, straight and to the point, but his body isn't cooperating. Multiple times he trips from either the roots of the tree's or his own feet, thorns and branches grazzing his arms and body ripping the fabric of his clothes and scratching his skin, adding more scars to his body than before, as the deep wound grows larger making its way to his face.

Every inch of his body screamed pain, but he can't stop, either his demise or his escape. The other is what matters to him. He needs to live.

But fate said otherwise.

A bullet was shot.

Piercing through his right ankle, he grunts and kneels down checking the back of his feet that is now gushing out with blood, he curses under his breath, trying to hold his scream.

He pushes himself up to keep going, every step he takes, his right leg stabs him with pain, like walking through a path of glass piercing him each second.

Another shot got to him.

This time on his left ankle.

'Sh*t'

He stumble on his steps and fell, his body hitting the ground, he breathes heavily, both his legs render imoble, he can't stand. He hufts and uses his hands and knees, and begins crawling through the dirt, doing everything in his power to move, to escape.

He had only hoped that he would make it out alive, but he guessed it's a cruel joke the universe is playing with him, or karma that's being placed on him.

His track was soon stopped by a large tree blocking his way. As a voice was heard behind him.

"Found you ... "