Post by Cody Marcus on Jun 9, 2011 17:01:52 GMT -5
Mason fled into the strawberry fields. He just wanted to be alone, everywhere he looked, there were campers. He sat down in the dirt, strawberry bushes shaded him. He sighed. A distant memory he always wanted to forget....
He ran. Faster and faster. The country side was perfect for running. He ran down the dirt road. He didn't want to get caught. But he did. A cloaked figure swooped out from under him, tripping him. He heard laughing, evil, which is not good. He shut his eyes. The temperature dropped, freezing. Mason pulled his white cargo jacket tighter around him. "You really think you could run from me? How pathetic. You're definatly not worthy to be my son!"
Mason let out a cry of pain. The memory was too much. He could never forget it, he always carried a part of it. He reached up and touched a scar on his cheek. From his own father.
He ran. Faster and faster. The country side was perfect for running. He ran down the dirt road. He didn't want to get caught. But he did. A cloaked figure swooped out from under him, tripping him. He heard laughing, evil, which is not good. He shut his eyes. The temperature dropped, freezing. Mason pulled his white cargo jacket tighter around him. "You really think you could run from me? How pathetic. You're definatly not worthy to be my son!"
Mason let out a cry of pain. The memory was too much. He could never forget it, he always carried a part of it. He reached up and touched a scar on his cheek. From his own father.
