Burning Impulse

True Identity

- A person’s true identity can often be difficult to discern…

even to themselves, causing one to question their character…

their calling…

their very existence. For most, time provides clarity.

But for others… these questions remain unanswered…

for an identity cannot be fully defined… When it is a guarded secret.

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When i wake up Aiden isn't there.

"AIDEN!!! Where are you?" I yell

I run over towards the lake looking out on the long elagent green pasture.

No sign of Aiden.

I see a black like figure runing towards me.

I try to run but im to slow.

The figure grabs my wasit and pulls me back.

Turning me around to face it.

It shoves a knife to my throat.

"Your little friend Aidens, DEAD"

He wispers.

I feel a small scratchy towel cover my face as my whole world goes black.

When I awake,

I hear a blood curdling scream. The voice echoing in my brain. I cover my face as I shake in fear.

When sit up I realize I'm who the scream belonged to. A strong hand covers my mouth. Reminding me of my agonizing night terror.

I shiver slids down my spine as a warm breath on my cascades down my neck.

I dont look up but I know its Aiden, I dive into his chest. He wraps his protetive arms around me while wispering comforting words in my ear.

"I..I..th.oght..i..lost.y.y..o.u" I mumble in fear.

"You cant lose me." He says very reassuring.

I chuckle at his stupidity.  I come to my senses and  Push myself off his warm comforting chest. "Sorry," I sniffle.

Looking down at my mud coated shirt, jacket, jeans and shoes; I realise how horrible I look.

"Great" I state.

We walk me down to the lake and we do our best to get clean for the day ahead.

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At around 2:00 we reach the city, more of an camp built in an old town.

We emditly notice the tall 15 foot fence. (give or take a few feet) standing next to it are 2 people that open, and close the fence for coming and going vistors.

"Aiden talk, Amerian." I try to explain.

He nods in agreement.

"Excuse me?" Aiden asks in a comfortable american male voice;  taking me by suprise.

"How can I help you?" A tall male around 6'5 asks with a gun hoisted to his sholder.

Out of utter defense Aiden puts his hand on his gun.

"Where's the airport nearest to here?" I ask the old redneck man; whilst nudging Aiden with my sholder.

"Theres one in this here town, some clothing stores too, I suggest you stop by and get you some." The gate opener says; looking us up and down like a imature school girl.