<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Violent Encounters</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tagging: Wyatt, and Zoey Bradshaw</span></span></div><br/>He was crying, fat tracks of salty tears leaving streaks of skin to poke out of the grime covering his face.  He could barely see, but he kept on running, knowing that the Demon that had attacked them, that had killed his best friend, would be hot on his trail.  Gryff had given him the best gift he had ever gotten, a chance to get away, and he wasn't going to let that sacrifice mean nothing.  So he ran, turning down a dark alley, before finally stopping behind a half filled dumpster, his hands gripping into it's side, as he tried to breath through his panicked breathing.  He felt dizzy and tired, and he couldn't get enough air, even when his mind was telling him not to stop.  He slumped against the side of the dumpster, wheezing, trying to calm himself down.<br/><br/>When he felt something hard, and painful grip his shoulder, and throw him across the alley, his shoulder impacting with the hard brick of a wall, he was hardly surprised, just taken off guard.  Pain expanded from his shoulder, and he felt the bone under his muscle shatter, until the only thing that filled his mind was overwhelming pain, and the sound of screaming wrenching through the air, he hardly recognized the scream as being his own, before he blacked out.  Unfortunately for him, he woke up seconds later, to being lifted off the floor, and pinned to the same wall he had been thrown against.<br/><br/>"<strong>You shouldn't have ran boy</strong>"  And than he was slumping down, only to have his head caught between two strong hands.  There wasn't any pressure being exerted, not yet.  But he knew what was coming, it was what had happened to Gryff, he knew it was only a matter of time before those hands squeezed down, and his head would pop like a cherry.  The image of his friends death, of what this Demon had done to Gryff passed across his pain filled eyes, even as he stared into the eyes of evil.  He was a fool, a fool to believe in everything he had been told, but he was even more foolish for trying to get away, but it was already too late for that, so he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for death.<br/><br/>