The rain washes the blood from my hands, my clothes, my back, back, back. Washes away the footsteps from behind me and from beneath me. Washes and streams with my tears down my hollowed cheeks. I want to stop, stop, stop. But I can’t. Not when I can hear the eerily beautiful music, see the twinkling lights, smell the indescribable smell of freedom and magic. My feet slip in the mud and I fall flat, flat on my face. I glance up from beneath my dark hair and let out a desperate sob. The lights are starting to go out, distant shouts are sounding.
The soles of my boots can’t find traction and I let out a scream of outrage. Then I am up, sprinting towards the fading lights of my salvation. There. An open train car, the inside too dark to see anything. I vault myself inside and feel my skull violently connect with something hard. My head spins, black dots swim in my vision and I stumble in my attempt to stand. Then everything goes black, black, black.
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Queen of Chaos
Fantasy"The violin softens and he raises his head and whispers rawly, "Are you yet mystified? Are you yet entertained?" Despite his low voice everyone can hear him perfectly. It is that quiet. Finally, with the same tormented voice he breathes, "Are you...
