The dark wind blows, quietly at night to avoid being heard, to avoid being seen. It wavers over it prey, bringing trauma along with it, causing a wave of destruction to the lives it touches. The dark wind blows, quietly at night carefully picking out his victims, the weak minded, the broken, the fragile, the innocent, the traumatized, the ones stripped naked by the world and left in disgrace. Once it's prey is chosen, they are consumed, forced to relive whatever pain they were running from, forced to accept what has happened to them, leaving room for only one more thing: to run. The preys run, hoping to escape the dark wind. Hoping it never seeks them for eternity. The dark wind washes over Cora Hardaway and Keon Pail the most. It's weakest victims, forced to submit to it. Hopefully, they find an escape road.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°••°•°•° Preview: "I can't!" She shook her head continuously until her hand slowly fell from mine. Just like that, she left. I couldn't hold my tears anymore, I broke down. Holding her against my chest and letting everything fade away. I didn't even know when four guards came in and tore me away from her. Despite my protest and struggle, they didn't agree. They still tore us apart. While two of them dragged me away against my will, I watched the other two carry Emma's lifeless body away. I was being thrown into a dimly lit room. There was no window, the only escape was the door that the guards had shut and the room was painted in grey. "Really? This is your plan? To kill us all?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was beyond anger now. "Now, now, I wouldn't say that was my plan." The male voice echoed in the room. "Really? What was your plan then?" I said in pure hatred. "Oh come on Roxy. Don't be like that. You knew what you were getting into." He said calmly. " No! We didn't! You deceived us!" "It's never that serious, Roxy." The voice said. "Are you kidding me?!" I threw my hands up dramatically. " It is that serious!" But I didn't receive a reply. "Hey!" I yelled. But no reply. All I could do was sit in this dimly lit cold room till God knows when. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° •Please this is a work of the writers imagination. •all rights reserved. No part of this story must be taken without the writer's permission. •please forgive all typing errors.