Adam Woods, mysterious, dark and somewhat dangerous. He had a secret. And it was eating him apart. His father, a famous leader had created him into something that he wasn't and that was haunting him inside out. What if he needed a break? What if the pain was actually causing him to die? And what if there was that one girl? That one girl that could help him? But she was the only one who wasn't allowed to?
Twisting tales of tears, loss, heartbreak, and a few rays of sunshine...




                         I went to my room and began packing immediately. I hated this hellhole and couldn't wait to leave, I packed a few jeans and tops, but there were mostly hoodies in the wardrobe. My dad told us to pack all the weapons we needed, I was pretty sure that the other three were going to go mad on swords, and guns, and pistols but I felt whole and complete with that one knife. The one that she gave me. Once, I had set out to kill this girl, just a normal day, I guess. All I wanted to come back home with was her heart, but when I left, I noticed she stole mine and I had nothing in return. I had fallen in love with her, and I think she had felt something for me as well, but she was just that stubborn not to acknowledge it, knowing it would be forbidden to love someone like me. A killer. I left her alone, without taking her heart back home or reclaiming mine. One day, when I decided to pay her a visit, just to say hi, I saw her talking to someone. 




                             "No, I don't love anyone else but you."  Her angelic glow was faltering as she looked into his eyes. "I love you, and only you." 

                            She kissed him, full on the lips, as he wrapped his arms tight around her; her eyes met mine. Regret, pain and longing flashed through them. The guy pulled away from her, "I love you too." Knowing I was watching, she pulled him closer again and kissed him again. Pain and anger rushed through me. She knew my love for her and yet she was in someone else's arms in front of me. I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed through the bushes and pulled the guy away from him. He looked at me in surprise, and didn't recover fast enough to block me from socking his jaw. My knuckles grew red but I kept punching him. From whatever daze he was in, he snapped out of the trance, and punched my in the stomach. Pain crept up slowly and lingered. I sent him a roundhouse kick, but he recovered really fast and before I knew it, I was slammed into the trunk of the tree. I felt blood slowly trickle down the side of my back. 

                            "No! Stop! Please, you're hurting him!" I don't know whether she said it to him or to me but he stopped hitting me. 

                             The guy spit on the grass near me, and wiped the blood leaking from his lip with the back of his hand, breathing heavily he asked, “Do you know him?" 

                             She looked at me, and looked back at him. Pity flashed into her eyes and I looked away. She was trying to apologize with her beautiful blue eyes, but I wouldn't fall for it. She looked at me, and sighed. She gave up on trying apologizing, and I gave up trying to reach for her hand. She cleared her throat, and in a dead-cold voice she replied,


                            "Marina." I croaked, loud enough for only me to hear. Hand in hand, the two walked away without a second glance.



                             I shook my head clear of her. Marina. Voice of a goddess, beauty of an angel. And she had been my first true love. See, I let my guard down and fell in love. She ran away from it. Marina. When she left, it didn't kill me. Slowly, it broke me up. Everyday I would wake up, and remember all over again that Marina left. She fixed me like a jigsaw, only to rip me up. It made me numb. And still, it keeps me awake at night, thinking about where I could have been by now. But, now? I have something different to keep me distracted from reality. My dad kept telling me to stop running away, but it wasn't me who ran away from what could have been. I held the knife Marina had given me. She had put some of her blood in it, and she was one of those creatures. She had told me that with this knife, if I had the truest intentions to kill someone, then without fail, that knife. That special knife would kill them. For sure. I didn't know whether she was lying or not when she had given it to me, but it had worked so far, and it was the only thing I depended on in a fight. I wore a small jacket, it was light but warm, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Slipping the knife in the waistband of my jeans, I waited. 


                           "Hello son!" My dad said brightly. I woke up from my short nap and greeted him. My dad put his hand on my shoulder, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Son, you know that I could not have been anymore prouder than I was today, when I read your name out." 

                           I smiled a soft smile. I knew that whatever I would do, he would never be that father that would take me out to celebrate. He would have a few drinks with his colleagues but never; he would never have one-on-one time with me. Yet, even though I knew all of his approval was fake, I smiled and said, "I know, Dad." 

                            "Now, I know you have prepared for your mission. I can see that you have already packed. Can't wait to get out of this place, huh?" Neither of us laughed at his attempted joke so he continued. "I just want to give a few tips. Like, when you are out hunting, please do not kill it straight away. Take it back to where you stay and keep it there. Make sure it feels the pain, the guilt and the horror of the death awaiting it. Also, I want you to take this number with you." He handed me a sheet of paper. "Only use this number, in any case of emergency and do not try to contact anyone else. This is solely your mission and yours only." 

                          I gave a curt nod and fidgeted with the backpack. Then, my dad sighed, "Look, son. I know I haven't been the best father, and I know I haven't been the most easiest person to talk to. But you know that I only want what's good for you." Or, what's going to give you money. "And I am really proud of you." When he realized he wasn't going to get a reaction from me, he gave up. "Look, Adam. I want you to be safe, secure and careful. Do not talk to anyone outside except if you need to call the number I gave you. And do not - I repeat - do not talk to anyone about the mission outside of these walls. Good luck and goodbye. I love you, son." With one glance back, he strode out the room. 

                             I grabbed my phone, and I slipped that small piece of paper into my pocket. I walked out of the room, just to talk a walk outside. I wasn't meant to leave my room, my dad said that I should try and save all the energy possible, but I needed to get out. I shoved my hands in my jeans and just walked around the garden. I began thinking, and my thoughts began to scare me. I enjoyed being alone too much. I couldn't trust anyone. I was so alone.

                            "They always say that you are the biggest victim of your own mind." Dana walked up behind me; her soft brown hair was in a small mess because of the gentle wind. "What happened? Getting second thoughts about your task?"

                            "Not second thoughts, but I am thinking. And it's not even about the task." I replied; I ran my hand through my hair making it flop in front of my eyes. "What are you doing out here? Don't you need to pack?"

                             "What are you doing out here? I thought we weren't allowed?"

                             "Touché." Dana grinned at me, and caught up to walk next to me, and I just smirked. 

                             "So...What’cha doing out here? Seriously?" Dana asked, shivering slightly. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around her. "Thanks."

                             "I guess I just needed some space, really. I mean, I just needed fresh air. I don't even know. Come to think of it, I think I actually may be worried about the task."

                             "Don't worry about the task. I mean, you're one of the best hunters in the class." Dana nudged me with her elbow. 

                              I sighed. "I don't think I'm worried about how I'll do; I think I'm just anxious about what my dad will say to that." 

                               "Oh, of course." Dana said, as if she understood everything all of a sudden. "Not easy being the headmaster's kid, is it?"

                              "Nope." I said, popping the 'p,' "It's just that there are too many expectations."

                              Dana looked at me, and came a bit closer to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to keep her a bit more warm. I don't know why, but all of a sudden, I felt comfortable with her. "I know how it feels. To be looked at as second, even though you're first." I looked down at her, surprised at what she said. "I have an older sister. And she is the one person that everyone wants to be. She has amazing skills, she is a hard-worker and she is beautiful. Me? I want to be free. But no. I will always have to shape myself in my sister's shadow." Dana sighed, and shrugged her shoulders. And then, as if she was drunk she stumbled forward.

                                "But who cares? I'm going off by myself! Finally! Free years! I can be myself." Dana screamed at the top of the voice, we were at the top of the hill, screaming to the valley below. 

                                "I'll be alone! I'll be free! I'll soar high into the sky! And fly!" I shouted; I threw my arms open and screamed into the air. We just screamed at the top of our lungs and the tip of the mountains. I let everything out, and I could tell that Dana had as well, she was panting heavily beside me. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me. Without saying any words to ruin the moment, she smiled and leaned into me. Friends? Please, we were like brother and sister. I sat myself down, and pulled Dana down with me, and we just sat there overlooking the city lights. Wow. It was really beautiful, wasn't it?


                                Well, time flew past because before we knew it, we were down in the farewell party. Many people came up to me and said 'Congratulations' and I didn't even know half of them. I just smiled slightly, when people came by; but I think by the way I was huddled in the corner; people got the vibe to stay away. As the party died down, my dad made a toast,

                                "I would just like to say Congratulations to Dana, Taylor, James and Adam. For making this institution proud, our school family proud, and making me proud." I could tell that my father was staring at me, but I ignored the feel of being stared at. "Cheers." 

                                 Without another word, we were all with our backpacks and suitcases, going in our different directions. The cars had come to drop us off at the airport, and then we were by ourselves. Well, looking forward to Arizona. Time to leave.

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