Escape...
Silence.
The air was still. The leaves and branches of the trees were motionless. Black clouds were covering the moon like dark capes.
Silence.
The houses all around were fast asleep...or were they dead? There was no sign of life, no smoke from the chimneys.
Roses.
Innumerable red roses lay all around. Poisonous.
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
It was dark, foggy. So foggy you could almost hold it in your hand.
Then, silently, a single leaf ever so slowly danced its way down to the ground.
*He ran.
Through the door and out of the house.
Away.
Far, far away...
He ran like he has never run before.*
A gentle breeze awoke, making the leaves tremble. The clouds started moving in the sky.
The red roses cried their petals, one by one: tears of blood.
*He ran, still, never looking back.
Escape. Escape was what he was running for, until...*
The breeze grew and was soon replaced by raging wind. Lightning jolted in the air as thunder rumbled; the clouds were in war.
The rose petals turned black and wrinkled, swirling in the air like hungry tornados...
*...Until he arrived where the dead had awaken.
He drank in, wide-eyed, the demoniac behavior of the nature: blowing, rumbling, swirling...
Nothing was clear anymore.
Confusion.
He heard a faint voice.
He looked around frantically, but there was no one to be seen.*
**FLASHBACK**
Knife crisped in his hand,
Blood dripping from it to the floor,
A dead body was not what he had planned;
Stabbed ten times or more.
The breath caught up in his lungs,
He had done something wrong.
Sweat trickling down his face,
His heart beating at a fast pace...
ESCAPE.
*The voice grew closer.
Closer, closer...
So close, it was now a whisper in his ear.
"Look...LOOK," it said demandingly.
He looked to his left, then to his right.
There was nobody in sight.
"Look," he heard again. "Look...right...behind you..."
He turned around, his heart pounding, as if it were a monster trying to escape the trap that was his chest.
Escape was now a long lost word.
All he saw was a whirl-wind of petals and leaves and branches and fog...
Then...his life was stolen.*
Whisper:
"They call me...vengeance."