As the little 10 year old ran down the hall and into the room of his mother and father, he saw the door was cracked open.
He thoughtlessly swung the door wide open and ran in. He was filled with dread and was colored pale. Hunter saw his mother lying on the floor in her own pool of blood on the now wine red carpet.
He looked around and saw his father sitting in the corner of the dim room gun to temple. He screamed at his father, the stocky man who raised him, killed Hunter's beloved mother and his father was about to end his own life.
He then heard a whisper come from the diluted man's mouth, "I'm sorry," he said swiftly before he pulled the trig-
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Hunter, who was now 21, woke up in a cold sweat. "Just another bad dream..." He told himself once again for the one millionth time.
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He's "fine."
FantasyHe's fine, he always has been. No one sees through his big smile, until one day he stumbles upon Grey. Hunter doesn't want or need Grey's help, he's fine after all. Grey saw through his smile at first site. Why is he helping Hunter anyway??? Wanted...
