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Feet beat the ground like a drum the young boy runs the monsters laugh its thrill sounds like a ravens last sqwak a sine of death, a black cat the boy picks up his paces leeps over roots trying to attack him as well the monster says it just wants to play the boy picks up the paces holds his bag strap like a saving graces the laugh echos again it feels like as much of an attack as the stone the mosters throws at his back his feet start moving fast the monster voices loses volume the tree's around him a mazes he's trained in the monster doesn't know the way a Centura traped in a Labyrinth the boy can no longer quen his paces but he was faster then the monster who's voices he could nolonger hear the ravens shirl falling on nones ears he sees his backyard a clearing so clear he hears a branch snap his brain wells with fear his heaving lungs run to the gate his father will already be angry that his late he doesn't want to deal with convincing him self the buis will fade he unlocks the back gate weathered wood feels like he's sining his fate the monsters laugh attacks the boy grabs the old pole from atop the thick fences he rembers his father telling him to be a man he grips cold metal in his hand a hand graps his shoulder to hard he wonder if he truned he'd see the monster or his father he can't tell which is worse, he sees the monster swings the pipe when he hears the ravens scream he hope's it hurts the boy had hit his knee the monster called him a freak he wounded his arm back up the pipe held onto tight the little monster screamed stay away from me the boy hit his head again and again blood rushed like a current in a waterfall be a man his father said he hits the little monster on the head staining dieing leaves red grow up are you even a boy the boy kicks him in the stomach over and over again his faces feels wet like it's raining but the day is warm the sun is shining in mockery the boy hits the pipe along the little monsters back like a addiction again and a again new twisting cruents of red escape the little monsters head he feels something's talons grab his hand too strong to fight against the creature forgot his legs he kicks the boy in the head he hears the creature says the boy is dead you killed him you'll have to dig the hole you're a man in the end boy talons rufle the boys hair he wipes his tears looks to the soulless eyes under him in fear he drops the pipe takes a steep back his eyes go wide go grab the shovel boy clean yourself with the horse fist tho don't get no blood In the house actual strip of yeh clothes before you do that Well throw them in the fire - I didn't mean to says the monstrous little boy I just wanted him to stop to stop yelling like a raven to stop chasing like a centaur in a Labyrinth -boy you made him scream like a bansesh and die like a fly