Stuuufffff

Burn in Hell

 They're coming for me.. I have to go now.. run..rUN..RUN! Heterochromia eyes shifted back and forth, pain evident in their depths. He couldn't leave him. He was his responsibility!But you're no use to him dead either.. A cry of pure anguish threatened to rip it's way out of his throat, but he choked it back,aware that any noise could cause his death. His eyes drifted down to the battered piece of red string tied around his left pinkie. Rubbing the gem centered in his forehead frantically in thought, the boy's eyes closed for a moment before, with a strangled sob, he ran. The cries of terror and pain echoed all around him as the branches lashed out at him, and the sharp rocks pierced his bare feet. Hot tears pricked his eyes, as Hiko raised a hand to wipe at them furiously.

 The sharp squeal of a bullet whistling past his upturned ear caused him to skid and swerve, dirt and leaves spraying everywhere. The sharp ringing of gunshots shattered the still night, as the Draconian boy continued to pump his arms and legs, energy renewed. The night air clung to him, dragging him down. It was thick and heavy, smothering him as the inky blackness surrounded him. There was nothing beautiful about it. The moon was hidden, wrapped in a cloak of blackness as it shielded itself from the bloody massacre that was caused by the men in black. The sharp barking of dogs followed the telepathic through his flight, the blood lust in the canines eyes reflecting in their master's.

 Raising his gaze to the trees, he urged himself to continue, breaths coming in labored gasps. His pale skin was laced with scratches and wounds,oozing sticky blood that appeared black in the monochrome world of darkness. The heart that beat so fiercely was stuttering and skipping, as pain filled him. I can't..it's over..I've failed him. I've failed everyone. The boy's eyelids began to droop, as a fresh bought of tears sprang up.They slowly trailed down his worn and bruised face as he let them fall, not bothering to wipe them away.

Patter patter thud

patter patter pat

p..pat..p-

 The soft pat of his feet hitting the ground broke off abruptly as his foot caught the root of a tree, causing him to fly forward and land with a groan. Immense pain bloomed from his head, causing a strangled grunt. He stayed there, lying still for a moment, black hair ruffled and sporting the odd twig or leaf sticking out, as his head throbbed a steady beating rhythm, each beat feeling as if someone was pounding a sledgehammer against the side of his skull. Raising a shaky hand to the top of his crown his fingers fell upon the fractured tip of his horn. The two grey horns just barely poked out of his shock of hair,appearing more as nubs.

 Drawing his finger away, he acknowledged the fact that a wet,black substance coated his finger, and was now trailing down his forehead. The harsh bays and howls of the hounds harshly reminded him of reality, and Hiko struggled to sit up, winching at the pain that exploded in his head. Standing shakily, he raised his bare foot as if to step forward, but instead fell flat on his face. No no no, they can't get me. I, Hiko of the Draconian clans to the Western Sea, will NOT be taken prisoner by some measly humans. Planting his hands on the ground, he pushed himself up with a grunt,biting back the cries that threatened to leak forth. Crawling forward, the boy rose to his feet, eyes narrowed with new found determination. Just up ahead, a few yards away, lay a sharp outcropping. If he could just- His train of thought was cut off as pain caused stars to flash across his vision, so deep and hurtful that it took his breath away. Something..someone had grabbed him by his damaged nub and wrenched his head backwards,causing the spasms of pain so violent that the Draconian appeared to black out.

 Eyes glazed over with pain he gazed up at the frosty glare of the stars,as he numbly felt the tip of a heavy boot collide with his spine. He felt nothing as his face collided with the earth, the pain that flared up was hardly noticed. Attempting to raise his head shakily,the boy rolled onto his back, a trickle of blood trailed from his nose, standing out against his ghostly white skin, and staining the silver scales sprinkles across the bridge of his nose red. His eyes were half lidded, silver and black staring up at the barrel of a gun.

 The dark chasm yawned before him, as the snarling of a dog could be heard nearby. Through the haze of pain, he felt a flurry of emotions,the most prominent anger. This small spark was fueled when his gaze trailed up the neck of the gun and landed on the wielder's face, who wore a sickening smile. Lips twitching in utter disgust, the Draconian boy, in an act of foolishness raised his hand, eyes remaining trained on the man.

 A crazed smile spread across his face, as his eyes sparkled with resilience. Hand still raised, he slowly closed it into a fist, his pale white fingers gracefully closing, one by one. And with an act of finalist, raised his middle finger, brows arched to match his mischievous smirk. 

"Burn. In. Hell." 

What a great way to die.

a/n: WELL THEN. that was pretty intense nah jk I'm pretty sure everyone reading this has read better intense/climatic/ suspenseful things then this. But if you aaareee by chance reading this, that means you actually finished it! And looked at it in the first place :'D you dear person are a wonderful and amazing person. So thank you

see you soooooon(er than you think)