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Sabin woke in the middle of the dense forest, thinking only an hour or so had past by. It was still dark out and the warm air blew the leaves of a near-by dogwood. He looked about him, the surroundings seemed different somehow. At the sound of crunching leaves he turned, the noise only being that of a young fox. "Phew." He sighed and stretched his stiff body after laying down in the foliage. He looked at the fox for a bit but it seemed rigid, still, it growled and quickly sped around flying in the direction from where it came. Sabin gave it no second thought, it was normal behavior for an animal to be afraid of something it's not used to. His head spun, he was a bit dizzy from the fall.
'' Did it work?" He muttered to himself. By the look of his surroundings, probably not. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary from his point-of-view. Sabin shook his head for a minute and realized what would happen if his mother saw he was not in his bed.
Sabin stifled a yawn as he gazed up at the sky. 'So much for the dream.' He thought putting a hand on his throbbing temple. He shuffled pass the trees, kicking the fallen leaves. The forest was silent; normal for being the middle of the night, when most animals where asleep and the nocturnal ones hunting for food. The walk seemed long, Sabin thanked the length of the journey back for he would be able to conjure up some explanation why he was away from home.
Finalizing his lie he would tell, Sabin quickened his pace. 'I'll just say I heard one of the horses escape and ran out to get him.' Yes, that'll work for now. It was nothing so farfetched or anything so simple his parents would have to believe him, they had no proof what he did or where he was. Sabin came to the borderline of the woods and the clearing, where his home stood. His mother was pacing back and forth, holding a pan, on the front porch. 'I see they noticed.' Sabin sighed and emerged from behind an oak tree. "Mom, I-" Sabin started before his mother broke out a scream. "Monster!" Sabin spun around but saw nothing behind him. "Wha?" He began to walk up to his mother but she swung the pan at him. He ducked, feeling the wind blow over his head. The pan forcefully whacked the beam holding up the roof. Slivers flew out flicking Sabin as he rose. His mother threw the pan towards his head again hitting it with as much power she could put into the aluminum. For the second time tonight, Sabin held his throbbing head. He saw blackness engulf his sight and before he could ask why, Sabin fell to the ground.
"... What did I do?" Were the first words that came out of 18 year old Sabin Duvert after waking up to see a corpse being his mother. He gazed at his hands and yelped when he saw they were covered in blood. "What did I do!" He shouted, trying to rub off the blood, but in the process scratched himself severely. He looked down at his hands again and noticed the claws protruding from his fingertips. "What's going on?" He muttered, in a slight state of shock. Sabin backed away from his mother, her blood staining the floor, and into a corner. Out of the corner of his eye, Sabin jumped seeing the mirror hanging on the wall. He was used to it's position but not with what was shown. He took a double-take, not believing what was being reflected back at him. The red eyes, the white hair, sharp teeth, no it couldn't be. 'This is a dream. That's right, a nightmare.' He thought to himself. But that was no imaginary pain he felt when he scratched his hands. That pain was real. Sabin examined the mirror again and came to the conclusion it was him starring back with the red eyes.
It took a while for the young Sabin to be able to calm down. 'Breathe in, breathe out.' He kept telling himself. Slowly, as the minutes passed by, his claws began to recede and his fangs shrunk almost to their original length. Every few moments, Sabin looked at his mother's corpse then back to the mirror. He kept pacing between the body and framed glass until he looked as normal as before; minus the pure white hair.
Now is when the shock of seeing his mother dead came to him, in an instant he began to weep, he had demoniacally murdered his own mother. Sabin staggered over to the carcass and knelt before it. "I-I'm sorry." He sobbed. "I-I don't kn-know what h-ha-happened." Then, Sabin jumped to the sound of his father's voice coming through the walls. "Thelia! Did he come home?!" Kurt shouted coming through the front door, holding a lantern. Sabin saw the look on his father's face when he glanced down and saw his wife's bloody body.
"Dad, I-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU MURDERED YOUR MOTHER!" Kurt yelled, stomping up to Sabin.
"I-I didn't do it!" He lied.
"DIDN'T DO IT?!" Kurt questioned. "LOOK AT YOUR HANDS!"
And sure enough, Thelia's blood was still on Sabin's fingertips. Kurt was charging now, swinging the iron lantern at Sabin's head. Sabin wasn't quick enough and the cold metal hit, smack-dab, right into his right cheek bone. He fell with a thud, his hand covering his face. Fear and adrenaline filled Sabin's body as he jumped up, making a mad dash toward the door. Kurt threw the now dented lantern at Sabin but missed.
With one look back, Sabin saw his father bending over Thelia, tears running down his cheeks and onto the body. Sabin finally took his hand off his face when he was at the stable, by one of the family's horses. His cheek was hurting a bit and when he looked into the horses trough, the water showed it bright red and shinny. When Sabin touched the spot, on contact, he was in a great deal of pain. He was burnt. 'The fire must've hit the spot.' He thought and that was the end of that. Sabin's head jerked up when the crunching of leaves were heard from ahead. His father was searching for him, a knife in his hand. Quickly thinking, Sabin jumped on one of the horses, a brown and grey mare, and kicked it in the ribs. The horse neighed and ran out of the stable. Sabin saw his father charging toward him and the horse but tripped over a unprotected tree root and fell. The mare was spooked by the falling body, turned, and galloped the opposite direction. The speed at which the horse was going made its mane whip Sabin's face, licking the burn that covered the right side of his head. With that, Sabin was away from his home, his family, and of course (as far as he could tell) his sanity.



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