It was a cold starless night in September, as the young man dressed in all white walked through the once locked doors of BlackClaw Asylum; he jogged down the grassy hill. He came to a halt and dropped his duffle bag. His eyes locked onto view with Blue Mound Town shining bright before him, a place he once himself called home.
His anger grew within him, bubbling deep inside of him like a volcano about to erupt, as the thought of all those people he once called friends and family who he once trusted and loved, locked him in this place...this hell. He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger before he did anything harsh. He smirked at himself.
"You'll be sorry you ever put me in here," he whispered, anger seeping through each and every word he spoke.
He grabbed his bag he once dropped and he slung it over his muscular shoulders as he sprinted into the dark forest that leads into the town...
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Mystery / Thriller" My throat felt rough. My heartbeat was increasing has I felt the cool smooth blade of the knife on my fingers. It would be so easy...just one quick move and this will all be over. He already did half the job. I just need to move my arm to the side...
