#63

Mark continues to sweat as he recognizes that something is wrong with this forest. Maybe he's just going crazy. The full moon is overhead. “Moon madness”. Lunacy. That must be what it is, because he's fairly certain that this is not normal.

The skull-faced wizard is still behind him, and refuses to answer simple questions, such as “WHAT ARE YOU?!” and “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” The initial questions were much more straightforward, but were nonetheless not answered. He didn't start getting all freak-out-y until recently. And that doesn't seem to be helping matters.

It's like he's afraid of zombies all over again; whoever this skull-faced bastard is, he's really fucking freaking Mark out. But why?

Now there's no more time for questions. Just keep running, dude, he thinks. Just keep...

“Aurel?”

It's a female voice. Levingt?

He turns. A nerdy-looking girl, about his age, is looking at him. She has black hair, which looks a little out of sorts, as well as freckles. She, too, seems concerned with something, and is in fact heavily out of breath. She's wearing a t-shirt that reads something; he's too upset right now to check it. “Aurel, is that you?”

He screams, because he doesn't know anything else. No sense. Then, he keeps running. At least, until he bumps into another person. A boy, also about his age. Long, stringy black hair, also out of sorts, but shinier than the girl's. He's dressed in all black. He turns around to face Mark as they collide.

The boy doesn't seem to bat an eye, but is clearly weirded out. He pauses for a second, before it comes: a flat “...what?”

Mark screams again, and recommences his running. When he looks back a split second later, the phantoms are gone; like they never existed. Because they didn't. Including the skull-faced demon-thing.

He sort of subliminally realizes this, and breathes a sigh of relief, even as he runs into a tree, and is knocked unconscious.