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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.
Gaia Name: Kiara Rouge