Standing before the rubble that was once a house. They say their goodbyes.
"Master." William strangely let out tears of passion. "I'll miss you"
"Wait." Leo pulled out the national checkbook, and handed one to William. "Take this to any Lockstone bank." He continues. "Withdraw the forty grand and sign up to a good school."
Leo left the boy within those solemn woods. The thoughts, the fear, the terror of what's to come ate at him like termites within dead wood. It was a gnawing kind of dread. He was with Jamco too long to not know what they do to traitors. The punishment is worse than any death. The mercy they have shown is only a veil to hide their saydisc nature. They will rivel in your gruesome suffering.
Leo wanted nothing of it. His hope waning by the second. He supposed he must run and hide. For however long that would last him. The sight of Jamco's hunting hounds will forever be etched into his mind. Yet, and yet he is unwilling to surrender and die like a dog. Leo is not a name that will go down as a sniffling fool. Instead the fight is what he craves. The true desire amongst the weeds of hate. Leo pulled a map from his back pocket. The torn edges and stained embroideries show its age and worn roots. A town marked in thick black milky letters, New Clark. It wasn't the biggest, nor does it serve any importance, but it felt like the perfect hidey hole.
Leo set forth with pride in his decision. However a fear soon arose. From what he did not know, but he could have sweared eyes are watching. Two unfriendly, unkind, uncaring, unwanted eyes. He wished with all his might that those eyes could be nothing but his imagination. He hoped for his brain, the fool that it was, is being an arrogant trickster. That whatever malevolent being above would take pity on his misery, to snuff it out like the last spark of a dying fire. But all those prayers were met with silence. As he could feel the eyes grow closer. They became cheeky refusing to honor Leo's space. Leo already knew his fate, he already began to accept it. No monster, not even an animal, would wait this long. He knew somewhere deep in his pounding heart that those eyes were those of a benevolent human. Human, that word felt off, for these eyes felt as human as the heavens above. Leo began to fear sleep on his long hike. He started jumping at shadows. Every passerby became a new threat. When the trees squeaked and birds flew, he prepared for the inevitable end. Leo bit his lip. Blood began to ooze. His body felt woozy. His mind slows as if dropped in quicksand. This was not how he wanted to die. His eyes begin to glaze over as he spotted the high city walls. Leo's tongue became numb, turning into a liquid, and squirming around his chattering teeth. All he could smell was wretched cinnamon. Leo's feet slipped, and his head collided with the floor.