Crack

Crack Crack Split All of these sounds fill my ears as the most agonizing pain consumes me. "Someone help me.... AHHHH!.. PLEASE!" I scream this even though I know no one will hear me no one ever does. The rip of my shirt snaps me back to the current situation. I suddenly feel it as if a hand is gripping my brain trying squeeze it til it blows and then nothing. All pain gone. I lie on my back and breath and turn my head to see a mass of ripped clothes. Da fuck? I get up and realise I am covered in fur. On closer inspection I am covered in wine red colour with gold tips. "Run my child, run to your destiny!" A deep female voice speaks into my mind. And for some reason I don't freak out. I trust it and just start running and I don't look back to a new life to a new future. You better prepare yourself, because a hurricane is brewing and that hurricane is called Mason.