Post by Jason Weston on Jun 11, 2011 18:17:36 GMT -5
Jason Weston glared around the forest as if his life depended on what he saw through his blue eyes. He hefted his pack full of food, clothes, weapons and a sleeping bag. The young, adult human staggered over to a cabin or a small shed as he started quiver of shame and pain.
Memories flew into his mind as he remembered the attack. A red puddle at his feet, a horror like scream, 3 vampires and him crying over a young woman. Oh, the memories are....so....terrible. Jason stared up as he fought back a scream of pain and of loss. (Keep it together, Jason. And why did you come back to this horrible place..memories of loved ones? Right...?) his second voice taunted, as he stared at the old cabin that held a haunting memory. He tried to not scream at the voice. It will never answer back, but Jason only knew one thing. To ignore it.
Jason Weston sighed as he slouched himself against a nearby tree and tears started to come. He has never cried like this for months, ever since the incident. After Clary died, he kept himself moving and not letting him stop enough to think. The young man only stop for water, sleep and food. Jason muttered as took a long draw of water before glaring around the area before staring as his mud caked tennis shoes.
Knew that he has to meet an enemy, soon. All he can tell is that it is soon. But, who knows when he will finally loose all hope. He may die with loss of hope right now, to only rot beside this very tree that he is leaning against. He looked up again hear the first croaking frogs of the evening. He sighed, another long night is approaching.
Memories flew into his mind as he remembered the attack. A red puddle at his feet, a horror like scream, 3 vampires and him crying over a young woman. Oh, the memories are....so....terrible. Jason stared up as he fought back a scream of pain and of loss. (Keep it together, Jason. And why did you come back to this horrible place..memories of loved ones? Right...?) his second voice taunted, as he stared at the old cabin that held a haunting memory. He tried to not scream at the voice. It will never answer back, but Jason only knew one thing. To ignore it.
Jason Weston sighed as he slouched himself against a nearby tree and tears started to come. He has never cried like this for months, ever since the incident. After Clary died, he kept himself moving and not letting him stop enough to think. The young man only stop for water, sleep and food. Jason muttered as took a long draw of water before glaring around the area before staring as his mud caked tennis shoes.
Knew that he has to meet an enemy, soon. All he can tell is that it is soon. But, who knows when he will finally loose all hope. He may die with loss of hope right now, to only rot beside this very tree that he is leaning against. He looked up again hear the first croaking frogs of the evening. He sighed, another long night is approaching.