#wyp starter

He was alone... abandoned forever.

It couldn’t be real, her children couldn’t be dead, she always promised to protect them....

He could feel it. In. His. Head. It was there, clawing away at his nerves, tearing apart any coherent thought that got through. It had started last night. He'd woken from his dream screaming his throat raw, clawing at his sheets and gasping for air. No one had helped him. In that moment he'd been alone. Well... almost alone. Now he was outside, still in his pajamas, his feet bare. He stumbled about, fractured thoughts swirling around his brain. He was had to keep walking. If he kept moving than he could keep control of his body. It wouldn't get him. But it was there. It had always been there. It had never left. It was in the dark recesses, waiting to pounce. Because he belonged to it. They were one being now, and he could never escape. Suddenly he stopped. He recognized his surroundings. He knew where he was. The air in his lungs was ice-cold. He stood straight, rolling his head a bit to rid himself of the soreness in his neck. "Divine move." The words came from his lips, darkly amused- a scoff. "Funny. They've got no moves at all." And then the thin, knife-like smile came creeping slowly over his bloodless face.