A Wanderers Fate

[Lizer]

My latest story. I've just started it not too long ago. I've gotten some of the second chapter done, but not a whole lot. I'm one of those people who don't get stuff done fast. If I start to take too long in posting the next chapter, get mad at me!

This story is rated T, for some mild language, and scenes of violence.

A Wanderers Fate
Chapter One

Her screams echoed out for help. But, quickly, one by one, they became surrounded by darkness. Failing to reach anyone’s ears. Standing alone in death’s grasp, her only light the dim white light of a full moon. Her capturer was only in it for the sport. Again she called out, and again the very air she breathed swallowed her screams. Wisps of steam issued from her mouth. Heart racing, she ran. Run was all she could do.
Her hunter’s eyes were not human – none of him was. Those eyes darted left and right, keeping watch on her as she stumbled onward through the brush. His superior strength was but one of the advantages he had over her. Her screams hurt his head, but still he chased her further, and further. Waiting for the right time.
“Help!” The young woman’s voice called into the night.
Life flashing before her eyes, she ran onward still, not knowing.
It was true that her hunter would take a life. But the root she was going to trip over was only making his game easier.
As she lay, face in the ground. The tears streaked down her face. She was to die, and she knew it to be.
Silently, he snuck through the trees, pulling out the blood stained blade, which would take her life. The moon’s light glistened on the silver sword, illuminating the red marks.
The blade was raised and brought down in a few short movements. Her flesh ripped. A hole left where the sword pierced her skin. The fluid of life trickled from her to the ground. If the sword had not been what killed her, the pool of blood beside her would have.
His smile glowed under the moon’s light. A sudden joy surged through his body. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Throwing a crow’s feather onto her cold body, he turned and walked off. Leaving her body for any passing creatures to get at – his work was done.

“Are you sure?”
“Yes, her body was found a few miles north of here.”
“How’re they holding? Do you know?”
The conversation between the male and female in the other room carried on. Their voices filled with excitement and sorrow.
The two voices had woken the young boy in another room. He had never heard the words his parents spoke of. What is this ‘death’ and ‘murdered’? For a boy of eight, he still had much to learn. There was no time to be given an education; most all children were forced to start work at a very young age. The wealthy families didn’t send their young to work, for they already had money as it is.
Both parents stopped talking when they heard their son enter the room.
“Good morning, dear.” His mother said cheerfully, hiding the sorrow in her voice from him. “You slept well.”
He knew something was wrong from the very moment he stepped into the room. His parents told him everything, they never kept secrets.
“ I’m going to head over to the farm, I’ll see you later.” His father said.
“Alright dear.” She said, kissing him on the cheek.
His father picked up his summer coat and left wife and son.
“So, would you like to have something to eat?” She asked her son.
He stood on the spot, running what took place through his head. What could possibly make them want to have secrets?
“No thanks. I’ll get something when I’m out.”
He opened the door to summers warmth, leaving his mother to eat alone.

The summer moths were now upon the lively village, Yull’caug. The swift warm breezes swept across the fields and into the village. Bringing with them the scent of rose lilies and daises.
Sevet had lived here all his life – it was all he knew. As he steeped outside, a summer breeze caught his dark hair. Sending it in every which way. A fifteen-minute walk separated his home on the outskirts of the village to the market place.
Every time he would make this journey, a stop at the brook was made. Laying in the shade of an oak, he watched the fish jump, catching unsuspecting flies.
On this day the sky was cloudless, only the light blue color hung there.
“The sky spirits must be happy today. They let us look upon their bare skin.” He said to himself.
The sun had moved quite a distance before Sevet noticed the time. He had been sitting under the giant oak for nearly two hours; surely his friends were wondering where he had gotten too. He left the sweet scents, making his way back to the village trail.
Dust flew under his feet, with each movement bringing him closer to the market. Several people were out in their yards tending to the massive gardens full of potatoes, carrots, and turnip.
The hustle and bustle of the market didn’t greet him generously. Around every corner, and ugly being tricked into buying useless items - that were supposed to bring you all the happiness in the world. Then there were the poor people, sitting near the heaps of garbage down the alleyways, scavenging for scraps of food.
Sevet made his way deeper into the masses of shoppers, until finally, he was in the center. His friends were not around. He climbed up onto a large box where he was able to see over everyone’s heads.
“Hey, kid! Get down from there!” An old man selling garden grown goods yelled up to him.
Sevet thought it best to listen to this mans words.
“How’m I gonna find them now?” Sevet mumbled sarcastically.
Sick of being bumped and knocked around, he made his way to the north side of the market. Sevet had always wanted to leave the walls of Yull’caug, but knew there were dangers.

The sun was now beginning to disappear on the horizon. The fiery sky gave the land an odd color. Knowing his friends would have been gone hours ago, he started the treck home.
Darkness had now completely engulfed Yull’caug as Sevet carried on. A half moon hung high in the sky, lighting his path. There were no lights on when Sevet arrived home. All of the rooms were filled with darkness, but how ever dark it was, Sevet could see something moving beyond the windows.
A dark figure emerged from his home. With the light of the moon, dark red splatters were distinguishable on his clothing. Sevet sat, perplexed, watching this figure run off into the night. Sounds were coming from inside the wooden home. Not understandable – but human.
Slowly he made his way closer to the building until only a few feet separated boy from home. A hand crashed against the nearest window. He watched in horror as his mothers hand streaked down the glass, red lines left behind. The print of a small, elegant hand was easily noticed in the blood that glowed with the moon’s light.

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Please tell me what you think so far. What can be improved, are my descriptions good, does the story go too fast? Things I need to make it better.

[Jason-RN]

Nice story, Lizer. I really like how the very beginning of the story is so action-packed and mysterious.

[Lizer]

Chapter Two

A young boy had been found curled up crying by the old oak early in the morning. A young woman was the on who had found him. He would not speak to her, he seemed almost traumatized. It was another two days before everyone knew why he had been at the old oak.
The bodies of the boy’s parents were found one evening. The building, along with the bodies, was burned shortly after. The village was now is a state of sorrow. Everyone took a huge blow.

A fire was lit in the antique fireplace. The flames licked the cold stone with its yellow-orange destruction. Six people, all-sitting around a newly fashioned wooden table, occupied this small room. The candles covering the table dripped hot white wax onto the dark surface.
“Where is he going to stay?” A woman by the name of Rebecca asked. “Surely he cannot live alone at such a young age.”
A mummer of truth passed through each individual sitting around the table. They knew no one in the village would take him in. What if the killer came back to finish the job?
“Maybe someone in another village would take him in? Perhaps Bowtre?” Sean, an elderly man said.
“Yes, that would be the best thing for him, get him away from this village.” Rebecca added.
“I will send word to the village of Bowtre, hopefully someone will aid the boy.” A 20 some year old named Carter said.
The room became silent very quickly. All were deep in thought. Why did such a nice family need to torn apart? The boy’s life would be forever changed; never will it be at all similar to what it once was.
The candles were now dangerously low. Their flames almost grabbing the dry wood. Their meeting was now over, Sevet was to move to Bowtre. The last one to leave the room blew out the candles and closed the door behind him. The fireplace was the only source of light now. It cast an orange light, creating strange shadows.

For the next week Sevet lived in the house of meeting, with the owner, Sean. Sean was nearing his 90’s, and Sevet liked to hear the stories he would tell about Yull’caug long ago – all the children did. All the wars, and kings that had been here. It was so interesting to such a small boy. Like learning to walk and talk eight years after being born.
Sevet had been told he was leaving Yull’caug, but not why. They told him that Bowtre was one of the nicest villages in Evest. Sevet had always dreamed of leaving Yull’caug, but not on these conditions. He had always imagined it to be with his parents.
The next few days were not fun. The ones that Sevet traveled with treated him like crap. “He’s too young to be much help to us. How’d we end up with this job anyway?” he could hear them say. They had no respect for anyone, now even themselves. Money was the only motive for bringing along the boy.
The three-day long trek had its ups and downs, but Sevet was glad to be far away from the men who brought him to Bowtre. Bowtre was much smaller than Yull’caug, but everyone knew each other and were friendlier. They all welcomed Sevet in. Many arguments were caused over whom he would live with.
An older couple were the first to ask, and were granted parent-ship over Sevet until he was of age. The Siders were one of the more wealthy families, and had enough money to last six lifetimes.
On the outside the family was one that was respected be all. But when no one was around, they were rude, and snobby b*t*hes. The day Sevet arrived at his new home; he was put to work, sworn to secrecy. Each and every day he cleaned the whole home, sometimes more than once.

For nearly nine years he ran errands, cleaned floors, and made sure the family was happy as all times. For his 17th birthday, Sevet was allowed to live his own life, chose were he wanted to live and how. He and a group of men built a small home by the fishpond. He was free; no more did he need to live as a servant.

Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Before long, winter was upon them. A small blanket of snow covered the land. All the children played outside, enjoying the time off from school. Along with winter’s snow, came the cold. This wasn’t the ordinary cold, but cold that could freeze someone in a matter of minutes. Cold that had killed three in one day. Everyone was to stay inside, an order made by the mayor of Bowtre.
A roaring fire heated a pot full of water. While out hunting, Sevet found a man almost frozen to death. He had made a small bed for the man and wrapped him in so many blankets, Sevet soon lost count. The tea Sevet was making was almost ready. The pot’s content’s boiled with the intense heat of the fire. Steam traveled with the fire’s smoke up the chimney and into the evening’s cool air. The foam of hot water licked the rim of the pot, until the pressure became too strong and the water pored over. The sizzle of water hitting fire was what got Sevet’s attention. He had been sitting by the window watching the snowflakes fall heavily to the ground, one by one.

The tea was the easy part. Giving it to the half dead man wouldn’t be so easy. Sevet sat by the bed and watched him take in breaths. Watched his chest rise and fall as he struggled to stay alive. His pale face almost shone, it had an unearthly glow about it.
Upon drinking the tea, his face filled with color. He had energy, was able to walk around. And for some strange reason, was fascinated by how ‘old fashioned’ everything was. With all the stress from the previous day, Sevet hadn’t noticed the strange clothes this man was wearing. His teeth were pure white; they could make the snow jealous. His features were different in everyway possible. The way he carried himself and the strange words were all too much for Sevet.
“So, dude. Who are you, and where am I?” the stranger asked.
“I’m Sevet, and you should already know where you are. This is the village you live in, right?”
This man wore strange pants that went only to his knees; his shirt was the same – only reaching near his elbows. His shoes were what fascinated Sevet the most. His toes poked through the end and they were held together with an odd adhesive that made an irritating sound when pulled.
“What do they call you?” Sevet asked, curiously.
“I’m Gregg, but, what country is this?” Gregg changed the subject to what he wanted to know, “Where is this ‘Bowtree’?”

The day passed by rather quickly. The world Gregg spoke of sounded like a crazy dream. Yet, seeing how different this man was compared to himself, Sevet began to believe what he spoke of.
“How do you travel? What means of transportation have your people invented?” Gregg asked, just as interested in Sevet’s world as Sevet was of his.
“Transportation? We just walk place to place. Some of the wealthier families can afford to get a horse to carry them around.
The two continued their conversation, learning about each other’s worlds and how different they were from each other. It was quite the experience, but was something that neither of them could explain. It was almost surreal. Something about the whole thing didn’t make sense. How could their two times, become one where one could walk freely in the other. What power is there that allows that to happen. Sevet thought perhaps that spirits were committing an experiment, but Gregg told him it was proven in his time that there were never gods or spirits. People were more occupied with making money and getting with girls.
The stars now sparkled among the black sky. A full moon hung high up, still looking the same as it did where Gregg came from. The two settled into bed, both tired from the day’s events. They fell to sleep within seconds, having no idea that something was waiting. Waiting for the right time to strike, to finish the job that it had not completed the first time. It was going to kill. Someone was to die, it was written.

A pair of orange eyes flashed across the field, the moon’s light reflecting brightly in them. A creature cloaked in black crept toward the home. His un-human abilities making it an easy task to get close to the building without making a single noise. A blade was slipped into the belt that he was wearing. Pulling it from the belt, the moon showed the scars. Scars of red, scars of someone’s life. A life that was taken by that very blade. His job would not be finished until he was dead, he was going to die.

The door creaked open, but both boys, sound asleep heard nothing. Stealthily he crept in, some lose floor boards creaked under his weight, but nothing loud enough to wake them. A problem was made at that moment, two people were asleep – which one was him?
Gregg rolled over onto his back. The cool air from outside had woken him. Opening his eyes he saw him, but it was too late, the red blade was already through his heart, and out the other side.
The commotion had woken Sevet. He was horrified with what he saw, but more so by who had committed it – he was back. Sevet took to his feet, pushing the murderer out of his way, he made for the open door.

The tears ran down his face as he ran. Run was all he had left. It was all that he could do. Hoping to make it out of Bowtre, he ran. The night was still cold and he was getting a pain in his chest. He has to stop soon, take a break. So many people had died around him, his parents, and this new friend. Why did it have to happen to him, why?
Sevet took a seat on a rotting log that was close by. Putting his head into his hands, he cried. He cried out in pain, loss, and mostly sorrow. He felt like his life was suddenly turned upside down again. A second, and unnecessary time.

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[Lizer]

The sky was clear, for once. But it was something that Sevet didn’t notice, too many other things were on his mind right now. He had no where to go, he was a wanderer from then on. If he were to settle in one place again, he’d be hunted down and killed. It wasn’t something that he wanted to happen, but moving from village to village, never staying in one place for too long didn’t sound too welcoming either. Of course there was always the fact that he could hunt the hunter. He could kill him, stop his killing rampage. There had to be a way.
When he lived in Yull’caug, Sevet had attended a few days of school. Something that rarely happened unless your family had money. He was taught the many scripts of the old times. While reading some of the material, he discovered something, but thought nothing of it at the time. It was now of importance. Long ago, in the old times. There was an evil that hit the land. Many were killed and even more wounded. Those who survived attacks, spoke of a man. A man dressed in black. That was all that he could get, his superior found what he was reading and sent him home after many beatings.
It had never made any sense until now, and now it had a purpose. There was a reason that he read that. He was destined to do something, what, he didn’t know.

Sevet was still awake when the sun broke over the top of the mountains in the distance. Casting long shadows over the land. When it was light enough, he set off for Talahue. Many scientists were there, and just maybe Sevet would be able to get some answers. The journey would not be an easy one, Talahue was one the other side of the mountains, making it near impossible to get around. Luckily, the Kalarni, had built passageways through the mountains. The Kalarni were a race full of digging. They were born to dig. Standing only two feet tall, it was surprising how well they did what they did. Sevet’s first job was to find the Kalarni. Hopefully they would let him pass through their tunnels to the other side on the mountains where he would find Talahue. If you told them his reasons, it might give him a better chance of persuading them. With his stomch grumbling for food, he set off in the direction of the mountains.

The sun was now fully raised, and the heat was unbearable. There had been no source of water or shade for the past half hour, and Sevet was beginning to feel sick. If he could not find water or food soon, well, he didn’t want to think about that.
Stumbling through the dried up grass, he walked up a hill. Peering over the edge, a wonderful sight met his eyes. It was too good to be true. A village lay, less then a kilometer away. This village was strange to Sevet, he had never seen anything that looked quite like that before. All the buildings were white. They stood high up, much higher than any other building he had ever seen. He was perplexed. The thought of reaching the Kalarni evaporated from his mind – he needed to learn more about this village before continuing. Sevet started at a run. With no food or water for almost 24 hours, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

A candle flickered from a night breeze. The flame bent right down on a horizontal line. Almost going out. A woman walked through the field near a village. She carried the candle very delicately, making sure not to drop the fire onto the dried grass. Hot wax dripped down the sides, but cooled in the air before they reached her smooth hands. She hummed a sweet tune passed down to her by her mother.
A movement in the grass caught her attention. She was scared, she had no idea what could be in the grass. There was no moon to guide her, thus the candle giving a small source of light to the woman.
“Hello? Is someone there?” She called out faintly.
Nothing came back to her ears. She decided it was nothing and continued walking, and little more conscious now. Keeping her eyes moving around the area, making sure no one was following her.
The grass moved again, this time closer than before. Her heart was racing, and fear pumped through her veins. Something was there, but what, she didn’t know.
“I know your there!” She yelled, hoping it would scare them away.
It was too late for her. She had been chosen. She was to die.
The creature dressed in complete black, inched its way closer to her. Its blood stained sword at the ready. With every sound she made, his head would pound. This happended every time, but he never understood why.
By now, he was just a few feet behind her, still unnoticed. The blade went up, and came down, striking her to the ground. She screamed with pain, her voice echoing out into the night.
Throbbing pain surged through his body. He fled, leaving the blade behind, still piercing her back. She stayed alive only for a few short minutes. The cut was too deep to heal, even if she had of made it back to her village.
The candle she was carrying, lay on its side. The flames gladly licking the grass on which it lay. Within seconds, the land was alight. The flames caused black smoke to rise into the air - unnoticeable during the night. Her body was engulfed in the flames. And was soon burned away to nothing.
The only thing left of her, was the ring of charred grass. Nothing to signify someone had died a few short hours ago was left behind.

[Jason-RN]

Nice job, Lizer. I'm looking forward to the next part.

[RedCloud008]

That was amazing! :oI I cant wait until The next part. Are you gonna try to get it published.

[Lizer]

RedCloud008 said:

That was amazing! :oI I cant wait until The next part. Are you gonna try to get it published.

You mean published as in put into a bookstore?
You really think its that good?! I really don't think that its of the right calibur to be published. I'm only 16, I don't think they'll publish anything of mine anyway.

[Kirbster4]

Lizer said:

You mean published as in put into a bookstore?
You really think its that good?! I really don't think that its of the right calibur to be published. I'm only 16, I don't think they'll publish anything of mine anyway.

Just try I think it's GOLD!

[Lizer]

The third and last chapter is here. Sorry it took so long to get posted. I just wasn't really inspired.

This chapter has a more mature rating than the rest of the story. For these reasons:

Excessice language (at times)
Intense violence

Other than that enjoy ^_^

Chapter Three

The towering buildings met the sun with great pleasure. It had been at least a week before the sun was felt. Hundreds of people littered the concrete walkways along the side of the streets. Everyone getting up bright and early, heading for work. Buses zoomed by, carrying sleep deprived, mindless teenagers to school. Leah was on her bus, heading for the one place she could be alone – school. Home was never ‘home’ for her. Having been abused physically and mentally by her parents, she had little to want at home. Leah was never one of those ‘girly’ girls who did their make-up during after and between classes. She could have cared less what people thought about her. Something many people wished they had, but could never build up the courage to make the move to that life. This was what set her apart; it was also what made her an outcast. She had little to no friends that would mostly use her in one-way or another.
Suicide. It was something most 17-year-olds thought very little of. It was a different story for Leah. She was sick of living with her parents, having to put up with the crap other students gave her, and the world itself.
“Hey loser, get the hell outta my seat!”
Everyone has a definition of ‘cool’, and Harry Conrad wasn’t included in Leah’s dictionary.
“I don’t see your name anywhere.” Leah said, knowing how lame it must have sounded.
“Fine, don’t move.” Harry took off his bag, and sat on Leah’s lap.
“Get the f**k off me!” Leah yelled at him, pushing him off her, and moved to an unoccupied seat.
Harry and the ‘cool’ people all laughed at her, and her ‘lameness’. But she was used to the daily torture. She had built up an immunity to it all, creating a barrier. A barrier that let no one in.
Leah had to put up was the snickering of the people she hated so much for another 25 minutes before the bus finally arrived at the school.
Shaking its way into the parking lot, Leah stepped off the bus, thankful to be alone again. She walked up to the double front doors and entered the school. Classes didn’t start for another 15 minutes so she had some time to waste before she’d be dragged into history first period. She strolled the west wing of the school, heading for the library. The computers could be used by students whenever they wanted to. Ever since the previous night, something had been nagging at the back of her mind.
The computer screen turned on, taking its sweet time. The computers at school were almost older than the school. Leah opened double clicked on the internet symbol. Typing in google, she accessed one of the largest search engines sites in the world. ‘Missing Persons’, she looked at what she had just typed in. Thinking about it for a few seconds before backspacing it all. Her heart has racing, all she had to do was click search and it would be there for her to look at.
The bell rang, making Leah jump in her seat. She gathered up her things and logged off her user. Making her way back to the lobby and then to the east wing where history was. She was the first one there – as usual. No one liked Mr. Jones, and no one wanted to be the one to come in first and have to talk with him.
A bunch of students were standing outside his door, waiting to send Leah in first. They separated as she got closer to the door, creating a path for her to walk down. Gripping the door knob, she pushed the door open and walked in.
Mr. Jones had been fired from his last school. Since then he had moved to another community where no one would know why he was fired. Somehow, it got out. The rumors were passed around the school by the students and were twisted in so many ways, no one remembered the real story. Leah was the only one who wasn’t ‘scared’ of him, and what he had done.
“Good morning, Leah. I see you’re the first one here again.” Mr. Jones said quietly.
“Yeah, well, you know how it goes these days.” She replied sleepily.
Just then some students came in, they went in in small groups as not to cause suspicion. When everyone had finally entered the room, Mr. Jones looked around the class, eyeing all the students. Many students looked away, and began talking with their friends. Mr. Jones sighed before beginning to speak:
“I see you have rested well and are prepared for today’s quiz.” He watched everyone moan before starting again. “You’ll only need you pencil for this.”

[Lizer]

For 80 minutes pencils scratched at the paper of 23 quizzes. When the bell signaling break went, Mr. Jones collected all the quizzes at the door. Leah was the last to leave, and when she got to the door Mr. Jones spoke to her.
“Would you mind if I kept that last paper you did?”
“You can keep it, its not like I want it.” Leah said, walking out into the hall and heading toward the front doors.
She needed to get out for some fresh air. She wondered what words Harry had said to people about her as she walked by them. They always had the look of someone holding crap under their noses when she walked by.
The air met her gladly. The smell of drugs was in the air. The smokers were over in their corner, puffing away. She stepped out onto the parking lot and walked over to where the road was. It wouldn’t be the first time that she skipped a class.
She walked down the road, heading toward the corner store. Having 80 minute classes really helped with skipping, it gave you some much more time to walk around and do things. Within ten minutes, she could see the store in the distance. It appeared that something was going on inside. She jogged over until she was close enough to hear.
“Where my f**k**g money!” A man’s voice yelled.
“I don’t have it yet, just give me a few more days.” The owner of the store said.
“What’s he gotten himself into this time” Leah thought.
She listened to their argument a little longer. She was about to leave and head back to school when a gun went off inside the building. She ran for cover, but wasn’t fast enough.
“Grab the girl!”
Leah screamed, but no one was close enough to hear her. They dragged her into the store, where she looked at the body laying on the floor.
“You want that to be you?!” A bald man asked calmly.
“N-no… no.” She said shaking.
“Well, you’ve seen too much for me to let you leave. So it’s either end up like him… or end up like him. You don’t get much choice in the matter, do you?” He said, a smile forming on his face.
A gun was placed against her temple. The men in the store were all smiling.

As the sun rose, Sevet regained consciousness. He sat up, his mouth dry. Licking his lips he tried to remove the dryness from his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered the village. Peering over his shoulder in the direction where he thought the village was. Nothing was there. He looked around the area, searching for the village. It wasn’t there.
“Where the hell did it go!” He said, frustrated.
He got to his feet. Hiccupping uncontrollably. It was like learning to walk all over again. He had such a hard time staying on his feet. The first few steeps, he stumbled around, attempting to regain the ability he once had.
Luckily for Sevet, a group of nomads were passing by, and happened to notice him staggering through the grass. They pulled their cart over to him, and spoke:
“Where u head’n?” The one driving asked.
“I’m seeking an audience with the Kalarni.” Sevet, replied.
“Were not go’n that far, but we’d be glad’n to give you a ride as far as… hmm. Stanta.”
“Sure, that’ll do for me.” Sevet said, climbing into the back of the cart.

There were about four of them sitting inside the small cart. It smelled like rotting eggs, and the wood was covered in mold. Classic nomad transportation. One of them, was hiding something under its cloak. They seemed to be whispering something to each other, hoping to keep it away from Sevet. In a few second, two of them grabbed him, holding him back. He was helpless now. The one hiding something pulled it out to reveal a short blood stained knife.
“I’m finally going to kill you.”
Sevet now realized why he had kept his face hidden under his cloak – it was him.
“I’ve traveled through time, fulfilling my masters list. You’re the last one. The one right after that pathetic girl.” He said as he lifted up the blade, preparing to bring it down. “I can’t believe you thought you had a chance in killing me!”
The creature cloaked in black pushed Sevet out of the cart, throw some money back to the real nomads and yelled to them:
“Get the f**k outta here! Don’t look back, just go. If I see you again, well you don’t want that.”
Sevet got to his feet, and ran.
Visions filled his head. A woman running in the night – she was so familiar. Gregg’s image came to mind. A woman with a candle, in the dead of night. A young girl, very different than anything he had ever seen.

Sevet ran. Tripped. And ran again.
He knew it was useless. It was going to get him, he had no choice in the matter. He could feel a sharp pain in his side, it took him to the ground. He rolled over, revealing a small handled protruding from his side. Before he had a chance to even think about taking it out, it was over him.
It grabbed him by the ankle, and lifted Sevet until he was off the ground. Throwing him with amazing strength.
Sevet landed a few hundred feet away. He heard a loud crack when he hit the ground, but couldn’t get enough courage to look at his arm. Though he could feel the pain already.
The bone in his arm was sticking out, blood was leaking out, and he could do nothing.
The hunter came closer, ready to dish out some more pain, and finally kill off his list. He pulled out a new sword, that he had hidden down his back. Lifting it up, he slashed it down, cutting off Sevets broken arm.
“There, is that better?” It said, laughing.
“Aghhh!” Sevet screamed, grabbing his stump with his good arm. “You f**k**g bastard!”
The knife was still stuck in Sevet’s side. He rolled over to get up, pushing it further in.
“Does it hurt? I sure as hell hope it does for all the crap you put me through.” He said.

The creature lifted the blade once more, one last time it brought the blade down. It pierced the chest of the boy. He hadn’t waited this long to finish him fast. It wanted a nice slow kill, something he would enjoy watching.
“I hope you burn in hell!” Sevet yelled at it.
“You’re a little late on that, seeing as I already have. I was too hellish for hell itself.”

Sevet lay, coughing up blood. He was in so much pain. He just wanted it to end. All the suffering, all the death, just to stop it.
“I grow bored with this.” It said, reaching for his blade.
He grabbed Sevet by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him. He took a few more steps, threw Sevet down on his front, and put the blade through Sevet’s neck. Decapitating him. The blood spewed from his neck, covering the ground.

The hunter just turned and walked away.