The moon, she screams as her gaze falls upon me, eying me closely, watching me flee, my heartbeat intensifies as the hounds bark and bite at my heel, I run faster and faster, trying to get away from it all...from my past...from...them. I trip...I fall, I hear the dogs get ever closer, I get up and leap away, as I run on my wounded ankle, biting down onto my teeth, trying not to scream from pain. I hear a gun shot in the distance, it goes by my ear...grazing it..cutting it, I cuss slightly, unable to hear out of my left ear, the dogs still barking, that sound is painfully clear. I see the fence up ahead, I scramble faster and faster...I slip...I fall...face first onto the barbed fence, my face...scarred...my eye nearly gone..I hold my face as I awaken from my slumbering state, screaming, holding my face...that was 20 years ago...They still search for me, and yet I still hide from them...Their humbled project...but what? what am I? I cannot tell you yet
That dream...again...why do distant memories haunt me like fresh wounds or scars, I try to get away from them, but i am unable to do so..it pains me..eats away at my brain...driving me insaneI sigh softly as I get up out of bed, I walk to my bathroom as I get undressed, throwing my old clothes into the corner of my bathroom, I climb slowly into the shower, letting the hot water caress my body..washing away all the sin..and vice from the dreams...wishing that I could get free...But enough of that sappy stuff...I know i will never get free, but i will always fight for freedom. I groan softly as I wash my hair and get out of the shower, as I walk over to my mirror, drying off softly, I look in the mirror as my scar jumps out at me, it runs from my left temple down to my lip..I shave my face as I dry off fully, walking out to my living room, I sit on the couch, turn the tv on and watch the mindless drones, dulling my brain to the meaningless rat race that goes on outside. Hearing the doorbell, I stand up, as I walk over to the door, looking through the peep hole, noticing its the cops, I open the door and look at them, wondering what they want."Hello Officers, how May I serve your search today?"The words pour out of me, filled with hate and slyness, trying to play coy as I look to the cops, smirking slightly as I hold the door open ajar, just so they can get their fat nobby heads through and no more as I look to them, bored already.
The Officers look at me as they c**k their brow, looking into my house, eying me oddly, the push me out of the way as I fall to the ground, growling slightly I stand back up as the Sergeant turns around and looks at me as he holds his hand out to me i shove it away.
"Sorry about shoving you out of the way Lad, we are impatient in our search for the murderer, and since your neighbors have said some interesting things about you...we wanted to check you out, we even have a search warrant, They say you skulk around at night and you're rarely seen at all, What are you a shutter-..."He spouts out at me as his lackey shouts from the next room, the sergeant rushes to the other room to discover bloody bandages, bloody knives and human tissue as he looks at me, looking like he is going to throw up, I sigh softly as they come towards, I grunt as they reach for me, I break their arms as I throw them to the floor, I handcuff them to the table as I run out of the room, I run into my basement, I open a secret compartment and pull out all my money as I run upstairs, I get tackled to the ground by other police officers as I am handcuffed and dragged away in a squad card, I grunt slightly as they take my money and shove it into evidence bags, as I get driven away to the police station.
