The monster was back..the smell of him was blood.the sound of him was terror....he had no choice but to run and this time to run towards him.
The lush wonder of forest that had once been his haven,spun into a nightmare a living cage that could trap him and conceal him..
Green shadows slipped infront of him,beside him,behind him,seemed to whisper his name.
Kristo my love.let me tell you a story....
Breath sobbed out of his lungs set to grieving by fear and loss.the blood that still stained his fingertips had gone ice cold..he forgot he was a hunter or hunted only knew through some deep primal instinct that movement was survival.
He would find him or he would find him and somehow it would be finished.he would not end as a coward and if there was any light in the world he would find the man he loved alive.
He curled the blood he knew was his into the palm of his hand and held it for hope..his heartbeat battered his ribs,his temples,his fingertips in a feral pulsing rythm.
A little death that meant fresh life..he closed his hand over the only weapon he had and knew he would kill to live and through the deep green light haunted by darker shadows,he saw the monster as he remembered him in his nightmares..covered with blood and watching him
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Mystery / ThrillerA simple child that lightly draws its breath and feels its breath in every limb,what should it know of death???
