" The first time that you escape from home or the small town that you live in - there's a reason why a small town is called a small town: It's because not many people want to live there."- BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG
There was only silence... like an asylum before disaster takes place. I shivered at that. Every time before something really bad happens, it always had been silence that comes first.
Every now and then, I would look behind me just to make sure nothing is following me or hiding, ready to leap out at me.
Then I heared it. The sound that only came whenever I turn back. It was quiet, but enough for me to hear it. It wasn't a footstep or little animals running.
It was a buzzing sound.
I kept telling myself it was probably just mosquitoes as I was in a middle of nowhere in the woods. Maybe it was just an insect...
Maybe it wasn't...
Maybe I was only telling myself that to make myself feel better. I tucked my hair behind my ears to get a better view of where I was going but it didn't really help much; it was too dark. I couldn't see clearly even if I used my abilities.
They say our powers would not stop the forest from playing tricks on you, just as the forest would stop you from using them, and I was actually starting to think that hypothesis was true.
I felt everything in my body was slowing down the longer I stayed there. Every time I try to breathe, it was more like pushing the air out of my lungs rather than taking it in.
I couldn't breathe through my nose. I had to use my mouth to get enough oxygen for my body to keep running.
One... two... one... two...
I mentally counted, trying to get my breathing steady.
It did help but I couldn't guarantee it would even last long enough for an hour. I rubbed my eyes. Is it me or is the forest getting redder?
Shit!
No. Its their tricks.
I shook my head, ignoring the colour changes of the forest. I should have been grateful it was only playing with the colours.
Or is it only the colours now... maybe I never realized they had been playing with me on the path?
I pushed it to the back of my mind. If the forest wanted me to go this path, so be it. I had nowhere to go anyway.
My breath hitched when in the corner of my eye, I caught a figure staring at me. I turned to make sure but still... I never stopped running. Instead, I went faster. Not even lightning can match up to my speed.
I squinted my eyes to get a sharper view of it. I felt like it was following me. When my eyes were still good enough to get a look at it, I huffed in relief.
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XALVANDOR
WerewolfHim. Life wasn't easy for him in the past. He was kind and caring until he learned how the world treated us in return of kindness. He swore, swore that he would be back for revenge. He would be feared by all. No one will dare to look his way let a...