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It was a cold dark day. rain beat down on the boy's head. He hardly responded though. He had more to concentrate on.
Around him were five other boys. He stood there holding a knife in one hand and the other curled into a fist. In an instant they were upon him punching his head and slashing at his chest. He had been in many fights though and responded only by land precise blows that knocked his enemy out or injured them severly. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. he fell to the ground unconcious and at the mercy of the only boy left.
He woke up in an excrutiating amount of pain. He knew he had to get home though. he didn't know how long he had been out but he knew his parents would be extremely angry if he came home late. And so he began the long walk home.
He lightly pushed open the door and peeked inside. He knew he was late. there right in the living room were his parents. His mother holding a leather belt and the father holding a paddle. The kid went tense adn tried to run. but as he turned around he saw the police coming. He had to make a desision. and fast.
He sprinted down the nearest alley and finally made it to the woods. He was never supposed to go in there. He was told that they couldn't find him if he did. He sprinted straight into the forest.

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The boy was about 5'9, he was 14 years old, had sandy brown hair, and wore a black jacket and jeans and his name was Roy Shelgo. Roy hunched over and heaved once then violently puked gasping "god dammit. ran too far..." only to be overcome by violent spasms and more vomiting, then fell into deep unconciousness.
Roy woke up with his head throbbing and his face wet and warm. He groaned in pain and tried to wipe whatever was on his face off, but was halted by the bonds holding his hands behind his back. Roy rolled around a little then whimpered in pain as a thick boot crashed into his side.
A gravely voice grumbled above him, "stop squirming. You don't want another accident with my knife like before right?"
Roy whimpered then mumbled, "where am I?"
"does it really matter? by the way... stupid questions piss me off, so think before you speak if you still want your tounge."
Roy simply looked down and jumped as he saw a puddle of blood below his head. The small movement was still enough to earn Roy a beating.
Roy woke up a few days later to the sound of a few screams outside. A hooded figure left his dark cell and Roy realised his hands were free. Roy realized it. chaos outside. bonds gone. no guard. time to go.


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Roy walked out into complete slaughter. Men hacking and attacking everywhere. He stumbled back as a spray of blood hit him in the face. Roy looked up and saw a man with a spiked mace dealing out fatal blows to many men. The mace wielder saw Roy and moved closer to him and lifted roy up with his free arm.
Roy closed his eyes so his death would be swift and he wouldn't feel a thing. Suddenly Roy was on his feet with a sword in his hand and the mace wielder whispering in a surprisingly soft voice, "fight. win. be free."
Roy looked around and saw a man with teh same boots that kicked him. Roy rushed the man and bothof them fell outside hearing cries of, "Lord!" and "our Leader!"
Roy rolled to his feet with his sword loosely held in his palm, dripping with sweat. He looked up to see his opponent but the mans hair hid his face. Roy kicked him to roll him over and gave a gasp of surprise.
"Dad!?"
Roy was immediaetly kicked in the stomach and beat down until he swung the blade, a splash of blood across him. He looked down upon his Father's body and let out an anguished scream that sounded animalistic.