the wild ones [intro]
u-kiss
533 words ; pg (for now)
it's all a sign of what's to come
In his dreams he is always running.
It's become more frequent in the past couple of months. They start with him already in motion, confused and unsure of his surroundings. The place is always the same. The forest is dark, and seemingly endless for no matter how far he runs, the trees appear to continue on forever. The fog keeps close to the ground, a thin grey veil over crunchy dead leaves. Out of everything, perhaps the scariest thing is the overwhelming quiet. Every little sound stands out even more and practically echoes, from each gasping breath to the rapid pounding of blood in his veins.
He never knows exactly why or what he's running from, but he doesn't stop. Something inside tells him that if he ever does, it's over. But with each step he feels like he's already dead.
It feels strange to have such vivid dreams of a forest of all places; he's lived in the city his whole life and has never even seen the countryside. But that's the thing about dreams right? They're suppose to feel this way.
He's running again for the third time this week. The bottoms of his feet are caked in drying mud. His calves are beginning to burn now and he almost trips over an exposed tree root, but he keeps moving.
Tonight is different. Tonight, for the first time, he isn't alone.
The footfalls are much softer than his own but they're noticeable in the silence and quickly approaching.
His mouth is dry and his lungs are tight but he does not stop.
It's coming up on his right now. The breathing is gruff and deep. He thinks his heart is beating loud enough for both of them to hear. The corners of his vision blur from the tears and sweat but fear forces him to press on.
He doesn't notice the sudden drop until his foot meets nothing but air and then he's falling.
This is new, he thinks as he tumbles down, scratches and shallow cuts forming on his exposed limbs, back and ribs bruised by rocks in his path. It's when he finally reaches the bottom that his head collides with a harsh smack against something hard, colors exploding behind his eyelids. He's stunned, and for a moment he forgets where he is.
His head rolls to the left, and he feels something warm and wet sliding down the side of his face. The taste of copper fills his mouth. For some reason he can't feel his legs. Now that he's stopped running, everything is starting to feel cold. He manages to focus his gaze on the figure before him when a twig snaps.
Whatever was chasing him is down here too. Ten feet away at the base of the slope stood a hulking black figure, watching him. Brilliant crimson eyes locked with his and a wave of terror washes over him.
Those eyes. He'd never seen anything filled with such evil and malice in his life. That thing was not human.
The creature leaned forward in his direction, sniffing the air. It seemed to almost grin, exposing a set of sharp white teeth. And then without warning it leaps at him, jaws opened wide and no one to hear him scream.
a/n: a prologue of sorts. this is something i've been wanting to write for nearly a year now and i'm finally getting around to it! just in time for s3. i swear the rest of the fic won't sound as... dull. orz haha. hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for reading! ♥
533 words ; pg (for now)
it's all a sign of what's to come
In his dreams he is always running.
It's become more frequent in the past couple of months. They start with him already in motion, confused and unsure of his surroundings. The place is always the same. The forest is dark, and seemingly endless for no matter how far he runs, the trees appear to continue on forever. The fog keeps close to the ground, a thin grey veil over crunchy dead leaves. Out of everything, perhaps the scariest thing is the overwhelming quiet. Every little sound stands out even more and practically echoes, from each gasping breath to the rapid pounding of blood in his veins.
He never knows exactly why or what he's running from, but he doesn't stop. Something inside tells him that if he ever does, it's over. But with each step he feels like he's already dead.
It feels strange to have such vivid dreams of a forest of all places; he's lived in the city his whole life and has never even seen the countryside. But that's the thing about dreams right? They're suppose to feel this way.
He's running again for the third time this week. The bottoms of his feet are caked in drying mud. His calves are beginning to burn now and he almost trips over an exposed tree root, but he keeps moving.
Tonight is different. Tonight, for the first time, he isn't alone.
The footfalls are much softer than his own but they're noticeable in the silence and quickly approaching.
His mouth is dry and his lungs are tight but he does not stop.
It's coming up on his right now. The breathing is gruff and deep. He thinks his heart is beating loud enough for both of them to hear. The corners of his vision blur from the tears and sweat but fear forces him to press on.
He doesn't notice the sudden drop until his foot meets nothing but air and then he's falling.
This is new, he thinks as he tumbles down, scratches and shallow cuts forming on his exposed limbs, back and ribs bruised by rocks in his path. It's when he finally reaches the bottom that his head collides with a harsh smack against something hard, colors exploding behind his eyelids. He's stunned, and for a moment he forgets where he is.
His head rolls to the left, and he feels something warm and wet sliding down the side of his face. The taste of copper fills his mouth. For some reason he can't feel his legs. Now that he's stopped running, everything is starting to feel cold. He manages to focus his gaze on the figure before him when a twig snaps.
Whatever was chasing him is down here too. Ten feet away at the base of the slope stood a hulking black figure, watching him. Brilliant crimson eyes locked with his and a wave of terror washes over him.
Those eyes. He'd never seen anything filled with such evil and malice in his life. That thing was not human.
The creature leaned forward in his direction, sniffing the air. It seemed to almost grin, exposing a set of sharp white teeth. And then without warning it leaps at him, jaws opened wide and no one to hear him scream.
a/n: a prologue of sorts. this is something i've been wanting to write for nearly a year now and i'm finally getting around to it! just in time for s3. i swear the rest of the fic won't sound as... dull. orz haha. hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for reading! ♥