a

"Just yesterday he hugged himself against the wall, screaming and shouting. Something about the shadow coming." The voice of the doctor, rather than being concerned, was pretty much annoyed. "Gods, i wanted to strangle that bastard with my hands." A laugh roared, and the voice became a distant as they slowly moved away.

It has been months since he turned himself in the mental institution, the doctor found out he was not fit to live outside and must be at watch; erratic of his actions, they were afraid he might snap, not the mention the curse he had. The constant days he finds himself huddled into the corner and from the distant he could see that very figure whom he never wanted to see again. Those crimson eyes would stare, just gaze upon him, watching his every moment, even as a skeleton.

Blake, for his part, have yet to seen him, only the traumatized memory replaying, over and over again. Sometimes he would see what was not there, haunting his days and nights. The voice of that creature echoed, mostly laughing at his sorry state, and mocking his every move. He escaped their grasp, but never knew when they'll follow.

The day was never the same again. He wakes up from a nightmare, so loud of his voice, the nurses had to be sent in and strap him onto his post. Thrashing and kicking, like a man possessed with a demon. "Please!! He's 'ere! He's 'ere!!" And for the past month, he would only say those two very words, mostly quiet himself.

The hospital itself were rough, they never treated him like a human and whenever he didn't ate, they'll force the food in. He'll beg for them to stop, but they do not comply. Rather, drags his beaten body into the showers and splash cold water upon his person. The cold itself had him shivering, caused him to grow painfully sick, if he was any normal human, he would have been dead. That was his first death, and many more to come.

The beating never ended, it started with a newspaper, and ended with a stick, thick enough to be the length of his arms. For he cannot regenerate, he'll endure the suffering of the pain, day after day.

For what it seemed almost an year as if he'll be normal as it came, but the peace only lasted briefly, cause that is when he came for him.

That day, when the cloud descended upon the sky, everything became silence, and as if the world around him stopped. It was erupted with a loud noise.

A distant scream could be near, one after another. The pounding of footstep down the hall and a gun shot fired. It was an utterly chaos, as begging became its chant, and gargling noise of someone choking...

The scream stops, and it was dead silent again... or so he thought.

Cause What he saw after were blood, blood stain across the floor, slipping into his room.

He'll let out a gasp, hand covered his lips as he inched away from the bed, almost tripping on the chain that held him as the poor man scrambled to hide against the wall, as if it will devour him, and he wish to all gods it would.

The foot step approaches, only but one left as it creepy dragged across the floor and stops in front of his door.

The room suddenly changed, he knew so well who it was when the walls begins to shift, eyes, eyes are staring back. He wanted to scream, wanted to run away, to escape this reality and before he knew it, the door itself breaks open and falls onto the concrete floor.

"Oh, blakey~" the cold sinister voice called upon him, almost too longingly, as if calling its pet. "Y've been a naughty boy, runnin' away from me like tha'." Blake still in the corner of the bed tried to hide his figure, trembling in fright.

No. No. Please, please. Please someone save him.

The bed quickly lifts up and flips over, causing the chain to be dragged with as the man stumbled and fall into the ground, and a loud snap, it took off his feet clean, as blood oozed out of its freshly made open wound.

He screamed. An Agonizing pain, he's writhing in so much pain he couldn't stop himself from sobbing.

The shadow itself laughed, finding itself slithering across the threshold and grabbed the man by the wounded leg and dragged him. "Tha's wha' y'get! I told y't' don't run away, didn't i??" He'll drag his wiggling body out of the room and into the hallways, but blake for his part was screaming out 'no!', planting his nail onto the dirt floor as it breaks off each skin and nails. Blood scratches, and the only thing left were his muscle, still trying his might to escape.

Yet, once his gaze turns to his surroundings, he'll notice the carcass of dead bodies laying about, some dead, and some still moving, but soon to die. What little of the sun light shinned the blood lit walls.

"No! No! No!!! Let me go! Please, help me!!" Be bellowed, moving his arms, but in futile. "Stop please!! I beg y', please!!"

A punch was served on the back of his head, and another, and another.

His head was spinning, blood trace down his head and waters the ground.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!! Y'fuckin' worthless shit!" The shadow angrily announced, kicking the body to the stomach. That ended the man's scream, which was great for the creature, cause he could finally finish what he needed to do.

The hospital had its morgue, but only from the deep bunker of the underbelly; there the man won't change to his cursed self, due to the still daylight. But the more they traveled into the dungeon deep, the less the sunlight it shown.

He was dragged onto that dark corridor, blood still stain the ground and once they arrived, he was halted by his hair and lift up to stare upon the creature. "Look at y', all so scared. So tasty, i could smell it. Y'know wha' 'm gonna do t' y'right???" He whispered into their ears, licking the blood stain from his cheeks, " 'm gonna torture ya, everyday. Watch as ya die, over 'nd over again, maybe even burn y' alive too, won't tha'be fun, my dearest?? Never leave my sight again, blake. 'Nd th' next person would be killed in front of y'." The monster hissed, throwing them upon the ground once more, as he lifts up a discarded pipe, just laying around inside the morgue.

Blake couldn't move, he felt death his approaching, and he knew the other was going to kill him. He'll pray upon god, but there is no one to be heard, he'll wish for his salvation, and none would come.

Fresh made tears drops, as he bites down on his own tongue to stop himself from sobbing and when he felt that metal hit his legs, he'll yelp, and when they held him by the neck, holding him down. He'll choke.

The pipe aims for his stomach, until it plunged into his flesh, sinking into his body. Slowly, painfully. Spitting out blood, as hand reached to stop it from going any further, but it was useless, cause he was weak. Weak to defend himself. Weak to save anyone.

All his fault, everything was his fault.

Pain, he felt pain.

"Tha's a good boy~ takin' all of it." They cooed, and that is when blake knew...

"I want you to have this, you deserve this." His voice was genuine, with a patch of a smile that lingered, and blake held onto those hands as tears streams down against his cheeks.

"No-- no, please don't do this, y' deserve just as much happiness, y'deserve t'live too, please. Please." When he remembered himself crying, clinging onto the man, pursuing them to reconsider their action. But the man with amber eyes chuckle, "I've had what i needed." He spoke, longingly, "i found you, i found everyone... i had a good life, there is nothing in this world that could change that for me."

Even if he was speaking out of reassurance, there's a deep sadness in them, and he saw it. The tears that couldn't be held made it way down. Like rain drops from a clouded sky. Yet, he smiled, full of love. "Thank you, for being there for me, for trusting me." the figure slowly fade away, as if they were a mist.

"Don't do this, please, please i beg y'. Edward!" He'll cry out in agony; now he remembered, their face, their name. The vision that was so blurr lifted and for the first time, he saw who they were. "Edward! Please!" He's reaching out, but the further he traveled the longer the distance became and the bright shining light was no more. "Live your life to the fullest." Was the last voice he heard before waking up.

The ray of sun shinned inside his cabinet, blinding his eyes before the cowboy awoke, sitting himself up and with yawn of tiredness.

He had that dream again, he thought to himself, the constant repeating dream that plaged his nights, and the same man that spoke. He wasn't sure why, but they felt special to him, that he needed to do as they say, as if an angel held down from heaven to speak their gospel.

Shaking his head to wake himself up, the man walks out of the room, and enter into the front porch. The bird sang its morning songs, flew by and in the midst of it all stood her.

She glowed against the morning sun, so bright, so full of cheer and joy. Hanging clothes up for the sun to dry, Between her were children, running along the fields, and playing a game of catch.

To his eyes, this was perfect and everytime he woke of from the same dream, he'll find himself appreciating the life he had.

With a steady step, he'll approach the family... his family. His wife, and his children.

The children would notice him first, they'll run into his arms, laughing and giggle. Blake for his part held them, as if they'll let go, lifting the bodies up with ease of his strength, only caused more laughters lifts the air.

"Daddy! Daddy!!" They cheered, as he carried them to her, and she would stop everything she was doing to smile at her family's approach.

A kiss was held, small and passionate; the children lets out an 'eww', but bellowed with giggles soon after.

"How's breakfast sound, my love?" She asked, hanging the last of the fabrics upon the string. "That'll be wonderful." He'll reply, "and i think the kids are hungry too." With the comment held, series of cheers were voiced, "food!! Food!!" Mantra and screams, to see who could be more vocal, and the family ended it with an easy laugh among them. The children place back on the ground hurried their way back home, and while their mother calls out to be careful.

Blake watched the scene from afar; the wonderful, amazing family he had, and as wind picks up, directing him towards the forest of beyond. A figure stood, looked much like the man he knew, it made him stop in his track and stared, widen eyes, as if a deer caught on a headlight.

They smiled at him, and he couldn't help but smiles back as eyes tears up. Not even sure why, and the distant call had him look away for a bit, but when he look back onto the forest, the figure was gone as if they never existed.

"Dear!! Come on inside, it'll be chilly soon!!"

They'll speak of the past, how much century passed on, and while mentioned their family. The day went on, but not until trying out the occasional entertainment. Yet, the activity that caught their eyes was the dances that held in a small area near the center of the fair. They both looked on, hearing cries of joy, shouts of music beats as it echoed to attract more on looker.

A Small look of longing presented upon the cowboys features, ed would notice such when he gaze into their eyes. Home sick. With them in mind, Edward spoke, "Blake." The usual gruff held there, but in a gentle manner, "you-- um, you wanna dance??" It did surprised the immortal, since ed was never the one to approach first, the man would follow suit whatever blake had in mind, and went along. To be asked to dance had him immensely proud, and happy, lifting his mood.

"Yes!" It was so quick, he held ed by the hands and dragged them into the center. They both laughed, finding themselves in the mist of people, mingle with one another.

"Just so you know." The wolf catching their attention, "I never danced before, so you might wanna be careful." He held a tease, but also a warning, which did earn him another laugh. "Do not worry, I'll lead us, y'can follow along." With hands held tight, and with one free hand around the waist, the cowboy descended.

With Low jazz music for the background, world around them seemed to slow down, and the only attention were the two men who enjoyed each other's company. A step, a pull here, and a swing there. It was as if they've been doing the same motion forever, corresponding in one, and their beat identical. Hearts filled with exhilaration. All the concern, and heavy weights against their shoulder seemed to lift off their person.

This was safe haven, paradise; only but their ringing of laughter fills the air. Yet, once the music comes to an end, drowing out the noise, and they'll meet each other in the middle. Exchanging looks of want, foreheads breach close, and with mingle of small breaths. Hearts hammering away, with the gaze of knowing, their lips met. Slow and steady, hands still held close; just as the kiss came, it was gone quickly, Yet, their bond became closer.