Don't Touch

This is the Life

Greg was still resting in the clearing where he'd collapsed for what seemed like hours now. His chest wasn't heaving anymore and his head was no longer spinning. Still despite all of these things that should help Greg relax, he knew he could do anything but relax. He was sure that Ryan and the Enigma Corp. wouldn't come after him otherwise they probably would've already found him by know. On top of that the constant and very irritable howling in the distance let Greg know that he still wasn't entirely alone.

It was still daylight out and judging from how high the sun was greg figured he still had around five hours of daylight left. I'd better find someplace to stay for the night, he thought looking around himself. If anything I'll at least have a place to figure out what I need to do next, whether it be looking for something to eat or find something to help him survive a night unprotected from the hounds.

"Ooh that sounds like a nice idea ther Greg." A familiar voice said in a tone that sounded all too happy. Greg turned his head to the left and found himself staring at himself sitting not five feet away.

"Oh god what do you want?" Greg asked in a half spirited voice. He knew that the other Greg was just a hallucination but at least it'd be somone for him to scream at.

"Well I'm just here to check up on you kiddo."

"Why would you care," Greg said with a roll of his eyes. "You're the whole reason I'm here."

"How?" Asked the other Greg looking as if he'd just been offended. "What could I have possibly done to make you say that?"

Greg glared at the boy, or thing, of whatever he was and just wished that something would happen to it. He really didn't want this thing to be around him that much longer since it was the reason that he lashed out and-

"Touched Sonya?" Finished the other Greg. "I'm sorry but that was all you. I only wanted to give you a hug, and here you go and try killing me."

"Shut up."

"You know that poor girl's probably dead now right?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Greg screamed at the other him. "Why the hell are you here anyway, there's nothing here for me to do that could possibly hurt someone else."

"Greg I'm offended that you think I come to you just because I want you to hurt someone." He said looking sincerely hurt. God, Greg thought to himself. "But if you must know, I'm here to offer you some help. I don't wanna die, and if you die I die that simple."

"Of course you would, you're a figment of my imagination." Greg said leaning his head back against the tree. "You're about as real as Scuz my imaginary friend from back when I was three."

Greg didn't hear any response after that leading him to belive that the other Greg had left and he was finally alone. He closed his eyes and took in a deep and oddly calming breath. Everything around him had gone to hell lately and he really didn't like how his life had turned out. Finding out he was half Devil and then getting cast out by the only people who could probably help him get back to a normal life. Ontop of all that he was pretty sure he was going crazy, his life was really falling apart right now.

But at least he was having a few moments of piece and they seemed great right now. But it was all brought to a screeching hault as he felt someone sit down beside him. Greg lifted his head up and saw that the person had shaggy hair and the same beat up sweater.

"Leave me alone!" Greg screamed at the person.

"Well sorry," said a voice that was different than his own yet it was still very familiar.

Greg blinked his eyes clear of what he thought he was seeing, and right before his eyes the other Greg virtually faded and morphed into another familar face. They still had shaggy hair but instead of a deep grey color in the eyes Greg saw that there was a pair of emerald green saucers looking back at him. And instead of Greg's somewhat tan skin he watched as the face's skin began to grow slightly paler until it was almost like snow. The beat up hoodie was replaced by a black denim coat far from anything Greg would even think of wearing.