Crunch. Crunch. Crunch went the leaves as he galloped through them, sprinting left and right trying not to trip on the many rocks and branches scattered around the newly fallen leaves of autumn. He felt something knock against his head yet it only hurt for a second, maybe less. It all went dark. It was dead silent, the only sound that could be herd was breathing. slow but sure, almost as if it wasn't there at all. When he awoke he saw a knife close to his neck, so he waited for the sweet release of death. Yet it did not come as fast as he anticipated, he felt his skin being removed than it was chunks of fat and flesh. Than it was organs... When he was found he was not in the same state as before, his skin had turned a blue purple yet the most sticking thing was not the half eaten flesh or the organs spilled out across the leaves but it was a smile. It was so out of place
