Il se nourrit dans le noir

Prologue:
A lonely protagonist, Victor, had been abandoned by family at a young age. He had been struck with poverty and was harassed for his lack of wealth and knowledge. Victor lived a life full of adversity and misfortunes. The people whom harassed him, made him suffer mentally. He had lost his will to live, however, he pressured on. Soon enough Victor had been fed up with the dehumanizing and decided to scold the odious people who led his life to a downfall. His plans would be noxious and vile. Edgar, Victor’s elder brother, a prospector, decided to locate Victor and bring him back home; however, an unwanted feat stands before him.




Prologue:
Chapter I - Misfortune
Chapter II - Misery & Solution
Chapter III - Qualms-Revolt
Chapter IV - Paranoia
Chapter V- Hatred
Chapter VI- Fertility
Chapter VII - Napoleon-Side Story:
Chapter VIII- Lucifer
Chapter IX - Intermezzo
Chapter X - Adversity
Chapter XI - Destruction
Chapter XII -Deprivation
Chapter XIII - Partition
Chapter XIV - Encounter
Chapter XV - Tedious
Chapter XVI - Unrest
Chapter XVII - Pavilion
Chapter XVIII - Crisis
Chapter XIX - Sorrow
Chapter XX - Malice
Chapter XXI - Uncertainty
Chapter XXII - Broken
Chapter XXIII - Departure
Epilogue



Chapter I - Misfortune

	Long ago, there was a forlorn child named Victor who lived in a ghetto accommodated in Central France. His early life was full of misfortunes, He was abused and harassed for his lack of wealth and knowledge. Morosely, Victor couldn’t recollect his past with his parents; it was quite dubious that Victor experienced any happiness. Victor was in permanent oblivion due to emotional problems among such an impure period in his life. He was forgetting happiness…However, Victor could remember one rather vivid memory of his past life. It was regarding Victors’ parents.
 He could remember his parents in dispute of an issue regarding Victor. Dolefully, he couldn’t recall the rest. Victor was unattended—deserted—alone. One day, a measly bunch of children playing in the Château Guillaume-le-Conquérant courtyard had spotted Victor venturing the trails outside the kingdom. The adolescents grinned and conspicuously had a plan… Victor was actually out looking for the nearest marché to buy some inexpensive Barley bread. Victor enjoyed the landscape surrounding him and wished he lived in the kingdom. Forthwith, the adolescents immediately surrounded Victor and started to mercilessly beat him. He was perplexed about what was going on, and the moment was too fast to notice what was happening. Victor had no way to escape, as he was surrounded on all sides. Slowly, he was encroached by the swarm of children. Soon enough, things had escalated to the point of blood. Victor couldn’t feel his body, the pain had reached such an extent...Victor’s money sack was taken from his pocket, and was kicked until he hollered for someone—nobody would help. The children soon left the spectacle and immoderately cachinnated at Victor as they passed him. He had started crying—Victor perceived the truth, he was worthless. Victor began to feel a mental pain he couldn’t cease.
 Victor stumbled as he attempted to stand on his limp and brittle legs, he managed to get back up with all his might. It was a success. However, Victor was insecure and in despondency. He feared; for what if a juvenile or adult would launch an attack? If children were able to cause such trouble, what about those who were stronger? Ghastly thoughts slowly manifested his mind. Every second, he would look to see if anyone was approaching, for any agitation. He shouldn't look back, he would congregate forward to only further secure his instability, he had depressed thoughts that hadn’t been shared. He’d soon approach a shopping district, he was starving, if he’d move on Victor would only become more hungry. He was growing paranoid...


Chapter II - Misery & Solution

	Victor had began to grow miserable of his immodest life. He couldn’t manage his depression any longer, he was itching for the blood of people who angered him. Then he had an epiphany: what if he could fight back? What if he could requite? He knew this was the best option. An option to remove his past from his existence there. Victor had thought over this decision long and hard and knew it was the best option. The only option… Victor shortly began training at dawn for his hardest crusade yet—revenge...
Victor's long and restless hours of training was indeed successful. Victor went to his only friend, Pierre Manigault III. Pierre was adroit in fighting. Victor heavily relied on Pierre for his training. Everyone else demanded money, which obviously was not in Victor’s possession, and nor would it be for a very long time. However, that’s why he was dependant on Pierre. Pierre understood Victor’s pain and suffering, and Victor was thankful. He shared their hardships for a brief while. But before the training was completed, Pierre had to share something... Grievously Pierre explained that his family had problems back in his hometown located in Spain with his father Guillermo. If already Victor wasn’t depressed, this only made matters worse. Pierre was the only one whomst understood him. Victor was in a state of infuriation. Victor didn’t know how to take out his anger. Except one…  Victor’s only companion was going to suddenly leave him, all Victor's happiness was drained from his utter soul. From there, he went feral…
Victor nimbly crept up behind Pierre’s back as he was walking away. Then, he assailed. Victor took Pierre by the neck and with all his might twisted his head, all the while Pierre shouting and squirming, and death sadly met Pierre’s life... Victor was crying—his anger was finished… the dirt had fallen off his face, his skin now a fair tone. Victor took Pierre in his arms, burying Pierre in the nearest ditch, and laughed... Victor walked away as the sun started to fade into darkness. There was no sign of Victor or Pierre, other from the fall leaves crunching from undoubtedly Victor’s footsteps...

Chapter III - Qualms-Revolt

	Louis was his name...Indeed, Louis…  Louis was an average cathedral student whomst had grades meeting excellence. Louis loved the church regiments for many reasons; however, his favorite was literature class. Louis enjoyed to peruse old poems, and he always maintained elegance.
Despite Louis’ tiring day of church, he would always help the elderly and their shopping needs. However, Louis seems rather odd when he returns home—as if he were hiding something. Soon to be revealed was something major regarding his past. Once Louis entered his cottage and enigmatically sprinted straight to his room…Louis suddenly took off his outer and inner tunic revealing the scars across his back. Louis grabbed the ointment off his nightstand next to his bed and slathered it on his burning scars.. Then he remembered. He had been mistreated for his wrongdoings at a younger age. Though he managed to conceal his past, He never did forgive himself for harassing people. Louis’ father never took the news easy when he found out about Louis’ actions. However, his mother was concerned his father was treating him too harshly. One day, Louis’ mother decided to leave the cottage and live on her own, disregarding Louis. Louis understood his mother and forgave her, but his father never came home without being intoxicated after his tavern hours. This lead to Louis being severely abused. Louis had to constantly act charming around his father's presence in order to earn enough respect from him. Louis was devastated, until, his father had died from a gruesome tavern fight. Louis now lives on his own, alone…
 Soon enough the wounds were healed temporarily. Louis sighed and took his novel up off his bed and flipped to the feather. Louis smiled…
Midnight, Louis was sleeping pleasant and silent, faint delusions of his next diurnal course at church drifting through his mind. The crickets and katydids made the night more amiable for Louis’ slumber. Then, suddenly woke bloodshot from his slumber, Louis had detected an abrupt commotion located downstairs. The moment was too ghastly for Louis to maneuver a muscle; other than hiding under his covers waiting for the moment to disappear. Louis was afraid of the somber. This only grew timider for Louis. He started to hear a loud and hideous wheezing approaching closer to Him. Soon enough loud footsteps attended to the wheezing and gave Louis severe goosebumps… The noises had ended…Louis started feeling very frigid, and didn’t dare to lift his covers.
“W-what h-haaa...v-ve y-you...W-what have y-you d-done to m--” questions the unknown entity in an inhumane weeping voice very close to Louis. Louis was in shock. Louis’ covers were slowly lifted. He tried his hardest to pull them back down, and then he saw a tall, sullen, slender-like figure, and…


Chapter IV - Paranoia

	The creature fled the scene without question and escaped in the dead of the night. Louis was paralyzed to the brim. He couldn’t come to realize what just occurred before his very territory. The next day at church, the children didn’t spot Louis and were concerned for his well being. Everyone knew that Louis didn’t dare miss a day of church. This happened to result every day of the month. Louis’ friends couldn’t bear his absence and one day decided to ensue the mysterious allegation. The friends of Louis had never actually visited his house and were instantly distressed to the sight of his cottage. Gabriel, the eldest friend of Louis would be the one to act tough and knock on his door, as planned. However, concerning his friend, he couldn’t obtain the nerve to do such. To surprise, Adam (Louis’ youngest friend) did the deed out of remorse for Gabriel's strange and unnecessary actions, and he knocked. Nobody would answer. As for the second time, the door slowly creaked open, as it required little to no force. Gabriel was startled and Adam was petrified. It seemed that Louis was expecting an arrival from his friends. The unsettling stench of the house appalled Gabriel and Adam. Gabriel decided to split up with Adam and look around the house. Gabriel was analyzing the kitchen as Adam was upstairs. The moment was ripe till Adam contrived in a great large breath. Gabriel bounded up the staircase and located Adam sitting stunned in the hallway with a ghastly demeanor on his face.
Gabriel instantly started comforting Adam, questioning what Adam saw before his aided eyes. Adam sitting on the floor shakenly pointed in front of him with some hesitance. Gabriel realized the uncomforting pain Adam was in. Gabriel looked in front of Adam finding a bloody corpse hanging on a rope in a moldy room. It was Louis… With no surprise, Gabriel was just as stunned and in shock. Adam had gained more reality and rapidly absconded out of the cottage. However, Adam wasn’t recovered from that terrible sight. Gabriel had also fled the scene but with no consciousness of life. He wouldn’t return to the town ever again.

Chapter V - Hatred

	Every step Adam and Gabriel took to evacuate Louis’ cottage, they pondered together. Why did he do it? Did someone or something else cause this? These are all questions that Gabriel took upon himself, and decided to figure out the truth. Gabriel left the church courtyard at dawn prepared for answers... some of which he didn’t think he wanted to see or know. The hour was dark, and the weather was cold.
When Gabriel began the endeavor, he realized he was going to require help. So he enlisted Jacques, another friend of Louis’, Adam, and Madame Eleanor, the literature instructor. They speculated that the reasoning behind Louis’ death had been deliberate. The group had begun setting out when the church bells rang.
Their only location was to reach the ‘Gloomy Forest’. The Gloomy Forest is the darkest unknown area in the village. Jacques wasn’t prepared for this challenge, whereas the rest were aware of the situation. Jacques was Achluophobic and fearful. The bunch held lanterns as they slowly gaited down the forest. All the birch trees were tall and skinny, and the leaves were covering the trail. It would be easy for someone to get lost in the woods. Everyone didn’t dare pace. Gabriel (leading the bunch) looked behind him only to see one missing. Gabriel swore he had Madame Eleanor behind him. As Gabriel looked in front he gained pace, however, the light of the lantern soon dimmed to only smoke from the wick. Gabriel was unaware of what was going on. Adam was gone too. Jacques sprinted beside Gabriel, large grotesque noises began to appear throughout the forest. These sickly noises only grew more intense, echoing against the birch wood.

	Gabriel could only hear his footsteps crunching on the leaves, and hear distant screams. He was aware of what was going on. He needed to run fast before this mysterious entity caught him. The sticks popping to the slight rhythm of his running, the bad harmony of the wind whistling by his ear with great force and altitude. Forsooth, the climax of his fear was near, his paranoia was catching up to him. The hushes and whispers only gradually got louder and louder; a painful sting of pins and needles on his ear. He felt distant, his mind was blank with only one goal: staying alive. He managed to keep speed for miles. He couldn’t focus, he didn’t know where he was going, or what he was doing. An eerie sense of hopelessness, and lachrymose. He was endeared by the scenery, but he was too cowardly and hysterical to admire.
At last, Gabriel exited the woods. He was engulfed in scratches, for there were many loose branches, and he hadn’t something to cut them. Gabriel wheezed as he caught his breath. He desired to go back and search for the rest of the party, but he didn’t have the time, nor the courage to go back. Gabriel then arrived at a quaint cottage. Strangely, Right next to it, was a cottage that was so dilapidated it looked as if it were about to collapse. There were countless holes in the walls. Overtaken by his curiosity, Gabriel stepped inside. Shattered glass was everywhere, covering the wooden floorboards. Small blotches of a carpet. Blood, Gabriel thought. The entire place looked gruesome. What was left of the walls had been infested by cockroaches, and Gabriel didn’t desire to see what was next. He stepped out, and hoped that the other cottage was vacant.

	Unfortunately for Gabriel, the cottage was occupied by a couple. However the occupants were elderly, they offered him a night or two to stay. Dismally, Gabriel couldn’t get his head over the dire situation. Gabriel then realized- what if these two knew what happened to the old cottage? He then decided to speak up and asked. The woman confusingly shrugged, but the man said that he did. This was the story he told:

Chapter VI - Ferality

	A family had moved a few months ago. Their son, Victor faced many adversities. The son would never leave his room except for his meals. Victor’s parents always overheard his horrendous intentions as he was speaking to himself. The parents feared that their son meant harm to them. One day, in the cottage, the parents had decided to enter Victor’s territory and expound that they’d be establishing him in divergent care. However, Victor wasn’t in his room; Victor must’ve enigmatically left the cottage unattended. The family was aroused by his ignorance and unnecessary absence. Victor’s father was infuriated with his actions. As the parents were upstairs contemplating, there was a knock coming from the door. The mother soon answered it and saw the priest of Notre Dame standing on the steps of the cottage. The father attended his wife’s side and in disbelief of the situation. Victor was standing behind the priest…. “Your son’s actions have lead to an unspeakable commotion in my cathedral!” addressed the priest, Victor looked guilty as if what he did was an atrocity. His parents were in shock while the priest relayed the news, who had recapped every minute of what occurred. Victor had set the cathedral to flames. Victor’s father couldn’t believe his behavior; as for that day, his father ceased vengeance for his actions. It was night when it all happened. The father of Victor had decided to assault his own son during his slumber. He had created a makeshift mace to mercilessly beat the living daylight out of Victor.
Louis’ desist had also been caused (indirectly) by Victor. The father grunted as each vehement hit was being laid. Victor began screaming with all his might as each fervent shot only grew more intense. Victor’s tears were indisputably overwhelming for the father to fathom. The room beside the current slaughterhouse, the mother had tightly held her pillow blocking the horrendous sound from entering her ears. The pain had hurt Victor to the state of nausea. Victor’s face was inflamed and bruised. The father had then stopped the beating of his delinquent son. That day, Victor learned a significant lesson. To the extent, Victor decided to run away from home. The father had fled the scene. Ever since that day, Victor had never returned home. No one knows why, and it remained a mystery.

Chapter VII - Napoleon-Side Story:

	A questionable man-he appeared at the doors of sinners at night; He only did so forward the unholy revolts, Victor per se. At a young age, the priest called the sanctuary for Notre Dame to follow his father’s legacy-the father of Notre Dame: Caesar. Napoleon told the priest he didn’t have the skill to teach the holy followers. So of course in a fit of outrage and a contest of power Napoleon killed Caesar and he claimed “Your reign of terror is over! Your fiat shalt end! A thousand men under your dictation all belong to me now and so forth as I please!” He called mutiny for the sanctuary as he grew bored and weary of the cathedral, and he had left-much time later for him to return. Napoleon the new said dictator of Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris had withdrawn his religion from the cathedral. Said to be a wanderer of the Paris streets at night. A poem was written for him in 1824, that was far in the past. No longer of relevance to the people or Victor “..La Nuit, il errait, figure de tranquillité et de classe inférieure.” Napoleon was ageless, so in 1912 he began appearing at depressed victim’s doors to attempt to cheer them up, which always ended in Napoleon massacring them.

Much time had passed, for the ones revolting the leaders. Napoleon of Rome’s inspiration was killing the followers of Jesus; he had left Notre Dame for a reason. He had an acute hatred for the Jewish, the Jews killed his father-Napoleon’s father was a Roman born in the times of Julius Caesar. Napoleon's father was an atheist. Napoleon returned to the cathedral-he had become a priest and taught followers of Christ. He misleads them and slaughtered them. He built a home in Portugal, with a small potato farm.

VIII - Lucifer

	Lucifer was an adolescent that believed in ‘Satanism’ from a young age. Lucifer never felt love; nor pain. It seemed as if a blessing and a curse. He never experienced wealth, but never truly struggled with poverty. Insooth, he was in the average economy. But no one really understood him. That’s why he never truly experienced ‘love.’ A day, a life, nobody cared about… Even his parents neglected him. They thought he wasn’t a valuable entity. So, they left him. Every morning, he had to labor his own breakfast, his own lunch for mid-day, and all of his classwork. Lucifer never even attained perfect grades. His averages slowly fell with every test and assignment. He was drowning without help. Lucifer had an acquisition to locate his parents. The orphanage was not an option for Lucifer. The attempt seemed impure, Lucifer had heard about devastating news about the forest near his village. He was absolutely certain that was where his parents were. Nothing remained when he returned to the village. Not a cottage, not a piece of wood, not a leaf from the forest. Lucifer wondered what suspense was tempered upon the village. He was stunned by the emptiness of it all. Lucifer started looking around only to find a little girl lying beside a tree. The girl had woken up when she heard footsteps grinding against the rubble. That girl had fire in her eyes; Lucifer was stunned. The fear upon her eyes was too much for Lucifer. He had begun running, not a care in the world where he takes himself. Suddenly, Lucifer fell down a ditch upon the unknown path he took. Lucifer had woken up from his fortuitous slumber and found himself in a room created with dirt. Someone had greeted himself in an odd manner. His name was Edgar. Lucifer looked around perplexed; he had essentially spent his life in his room outside of the academy, so any new setting was somewhat confusing to him. “I’m a prospector and mean no harm. I left my town after the devastation,” he explained. Then he gazed at Edgar in detail. His hair was unkempt and went in every direction, his tunic was dirty, and was rather tall and an admirable figure. Lucifer was savvy. Upon walking around the quaint and man-made abode, he was envious of the craftsmanship. “See, I’ve been trying to look for my brother Victor,” interrupted Edgar. He then realized that Lucifer was still distracted and quickly got his attention. Lucifer had heard Edgar’s improper English; it dismayed him. Lucifer had an epiphany: there’s little hope in finding his family, why not help Edgar? But first, there were some terms to abide by.  And so, the hunt commenced...

Chapter  IX  - Intermezzo

	The middle class Lucifer had been flustered by a snafu of sorts. Edgar had presented him with countless paintings of Victor as an infant, a toddler, a teenager. Report cards and assignments were also camouflaged in the pile. “I didn’t want to abandon him,” explained Edgar. Not to abandon, but to protect in an odd sense; which peeved Victor. It began a little before midnight, the area where Lucifer was pondering was gone. Not even a sense of human life. Where did that girl go? What happened… Lucifer was aghast; this wasn’t something that he had experienced before. Lucifer could feel the frigid wind tickling his spine. Edgar gave Lucifer a concerned look, “You don’t look well my friend.” Lucifer nodded. Edgar lit a lantern as he stopped before the entrance of the unforgiving forest. Lucifer could hear Edgar blow out the match. “Victor. It’s been a long time,” intercepted Edgar. The cathedral bells had started to ring its ominous tone. Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat each time he gazed upon the forest. It was dark, and only grew darker upon each row of trees. The wind was starting to sound like the breath of a human. The great and utter power of the wind had pushed Lucifer closer to the forest. Edgar grabbed Lucifer’s brittle hand;  Lucifer closed his eyes upon entering the forest. The lantern surrounded only Edgar and Lucifer. Lucifer had opened his eyes, and Edgar was gone. No lantern. Nothing but darkness. This aroma that Lucifer sensed wasn’t right. Lucifer looked around; the trees were skinny and long. The trees frightened Lucifer. Lucifer began to sprint with all his potential. “No, no, no, no, no,” whimpered Lucifer. “Please—no!” Lucifer was only running in what seemed to be an infinite loop. White eyes gazed upon Lucifer’s very soul, circulating his mind. Then he began to dig a hole in the frosty dirt to hide; his fingers were gushing with blood. Lucifer was wailing for help; the winds silenced his screams. As the light grew dark, Edgar came to help Lucifer. “There you are,” hollered Edgar, peering down into the hole. Lucifer was paralized to the brim. Edgar led Lucifer out of the forest and continued on his way. Edgar wasn’t daunted by the forest; he wasn’t scared of his brothers presence. “Where are you, you coward?!” uluated Edgar. Edgar had a sense this wasn’t right. Everything about the dark and ominous setting quickly prompted Edgar. Then and there appeared a frangible and decrepit silhouette upon the darkness. It had small white eyes and long-brittle fingers. It’s back was hunched over enough to see its inhuman spine. The creature’s legs were longer than Edgar. For once in his life, Edgar was frightened. He began running, not looking back. And the wind only pushed him back to his nightmare. This wasn’t good.

 Chapter X - Adversity

	Victor is 2 years younger than Edgar. They were not just siblings; they were best friends. Practically inseparable, Edgar would help Victor with his studies. A formidable question had crossed Edgar only once. “Why am I doing this?” He had asked. Otherwise, Victor and Edgar were perfect matches. Whenever Victor would return home after Edgar, he would shout that he was home and Edgar would come downstairs and play kendama. They were brand new at the time. Things went awry, however, when Victor entered the secondary classes...
As the two got older they slowly began to drift apart. They stopped studying together. Edgar would stay in his bedroom and wouldn’t allow anyone in. Worst of all, arguments would break out daily, occasionally reaching overt levels. Almost every student sided with one of the other; a boy named Cole. Cole was sick of all of the cathedral’s bickering and eventually, told the headmaster, Edgar and Victor were fully separated. Many conspire that a human is some sort of beast, and they believe Edgar is the reason. Soon afterward, he had gone missing. From then, Edgar started to become depressed and then decided: he would look for his brother. He exiled himself to a large open field miles from any human (or even animal) contact.
  But there was no hope of going it alone. Much of the closest areas were dominated by woods and forest, and he hadn’t something to cut it with. So, until Edgar had any ideas, he resided in a small cottage just outside of the woods. Unfortunately, the only belongings Edgar had were mostly ways to prepare food and clean water, and very few hygiene products. He also realized how little taste Barley bread has. South of the cottage was a small village where Edgar decided to get more of the bare necessities. Just as he locked his door someone came in; a young-looking boy who introduced himself as Lucifer. He was panting furiously, and Edgar assumed he had been running from something. Then Edgar snapped back into reality.







Chapter XI - Destruction

	The town nearby always had a good cheer; loved to play, and were always close. Until destruction happened…

Le panting only grew more intense as Edgar sprinted. It was an endless nightmare, Edgar was drowning without help. “Why, why didn’t you come back?” Edgar stopped his running sequence and realized his backstory. He walked behind a tree for cover. The beast soon came upon the trail of which Edgar was running on, trying to distinguish his scents. The monster was helplessly trying to locate Edgar. He kept running. It had become incredibly dark in such little time He had managed to cover his scent with mud. He tried blending in with the tree with his attire. Had he only been a little faster he might have managed, the beast was leering over him, the stench grew pungent Edgar couldn’t stand it, he tried crawling away. The beast could smell Edgar he was in far deep trouble. He sprinted down the row of vast trees, it was growing larger in his eyes. Edgar’s despair had manifested, the beast was faster than him, but Edgar had the head-start. He silently crept into the abandoned shed nearest by in the plains. He covered the oak wooded door, it had smelled like the trees and the forest, nature at that. Edgar lost the creature, Edgar’s despair had transformed into anger. He wanted his revenge but it was out of his grasp. Edgar took hold of his hand, his wrist had broken. Edgar mustn’t have taken notice, he was focused on the ordeal he’d experienced. He feared that he might lose clasp of his goal, he took a breath and settled. He wrapped his arm up with sticks and twigs, he pulled cloth and string out of his backpack. He prepared his arm with the tedious colors of the material. Crickets chirping and the whistles of the calm night wind had soothed Edgar. He applied a solution to his scraps and whiplash. He let out a silenced scream, it pained him. The door opened, it was Edgar he would leave and return to the town, The snapping of twigs had appeared as Edgar disappeared out of the night.

The town was in complete disarray, everyone in disbelief beyond exemption. Burning in the twilight—fire.

XII - Deprivation

	Lucifer had been running in a separate direction from the forest. But he didn’t care. He wanted to get out of the eradicated village as soon as possible. Dust coated his face. Hands cold and bloody. His legs were sore and in pain. But he sprinted like he had never had. Sprinted back in any direction…
When he had stopped running he observed something: he didn’t run in the correct direction! He was back in a town- a familiar town. Where he lived before he ran away to find his parents. The academy was even more dilapidated than before. Most of the cottages weren’t even there. Only one cottage had stood, and that was his.
He immediately sprinted for it. Rubble covered the floor, causing great pain to his feet, as if it simply passed his sandals. Nothing he found gave him any clues, but then he heard an unfamiliar sound. Just after he ran out to search did the cottage collapse. Materials flew everywhere, hitting Lucifer constantly. This philosophy petrified him. It felt like a hailstorm on his back. But as he was running, an old piece of a cottage flew in front of him. By the time Lucifer saw it, it was too late. He started rolling and couldn’t jump off. The blood moon shined upon Lucifer. It was luminescent, and vulgar. It gave off an ominous sense to the night. And for that, the moon distressed Lucifer. The pain he suffered yesterday was immense; he hated the dark. Everyone in the town knew about the man whom feeds in the dark. At first it was a myth, however, when Lucifer experienced the unthinkable; belief was considered. Knowing that he still lurks upon the dark hour frightened Lucifer. Headaches occur more frequently for Lucifer, they grew more intense every day. It felt like hot water was gradually melting his brain. Every second was agonizing. As he sprinted towards shelter, rain started pouring down. The feeling of his liquidizing brain felt even more prominent. His fingers healed days after the measly expedition. No sooner than they had healed, did one bend so far backwards, the bone fractured. It was a chilly night accompanied by the harsh wind and thunderstorms. He felt it would be right to kill himself. But he pressed on, thinking that he could overcome the feeling. He didn’t… he lost his will to live the night of the new moon. Why am I here? Why do I live? What is life?


Chapter XIII - Partition

	Edgar was lost. He didn’t have any idea where to go, and the rain pounded hard on his fair skin. Thunder flashed. Edgar had only run in the direction of his makeshift cabin, not directly to it. There was a shed nearby that was much closer than the cabin. Nobody was occupied in it at the time. Edgar, instead of running to the cabin, sprinted to the shed. Shutting the loose doors and blocking it with hay bales, Edgar heard the thunder and heavy rain outside. The roof absorbed the downpour only to begin soaking the floor of the shed. Buckets soon made the real floor near invisible due to the sheer amount of them. Edgar was drenched in the rain, “This won’t work,” said Edgar to himself. He opened the doors and began running to the cabin which he created. The rain slapped against the road beside Edgar; knowing he wouldn’t make it without being completely soaked, he slowed down. An elderly man with a long beard came down the road and shouted “It’s not safe to continue this path!” and raced away on his horse. Edgar didn’t care. “Why do I ever care,” rhetorically inquired Edgar. None of the man’s wise words deceived Edgar. It was essentially a suicide mission. Lightning continued to flash and illuminate the ground. The sky above was shadowed with dull light and clouds. Soon enough, the lightning reached the area he was trekking upon. Nearly striking him several times, he had no time to stop.
	Eventually, he reached his makeshift cabin. Tired but triumphant, he stepped into his pseudo-kitchen. He grabbed what was closest and began to make something. After a few minutes the preparation had been completed. Just as he sat down to eat his Venison sausage with ale, he thought about Lucifer. Since he first met him, Edgar had a feeling that Lucifer would abandon him. Edgar had created such a short bond with Lucifer and was curious upon whatever happened to him. He pondered for a while, and the pondering turned into contemplating.  Just then the grandfather clock rang, it was eleven o’ clock at night, he’d been sitting in that very spot on his chair for hours. His supper sat there the entire time he daydreamed. His blank stare into the void, the thoughts rushing through his mind came to a stop. He jumped in the air and let out a yelp, “Jesus Christ!” Edgar noticed the clock had rung, and he got frightened. The melancholy sound of the ringing came to a stop, the ringing was just enough to frighten him. Just enough for him to notice his supper had gone cold. And just enough; for him to notice the door was wide open. Had it been the old man’s doing? Had it been the fault of himself unconsciously? No, it couldn’t have been. It could have been French extremist protesters that always sat in-front of the alleyways, protesting, no not that. That was a far too silly idea. Not like they even cared about Edgar. It was too out of the ordinary. Edgar was scared of them, he heard stories of them breaking-and entering, but he was quite far away. But he heard the rustling of the wooden spoons, he ran to the room. It was Victor!


Chapter XIV - Encounter

	Edgar was in shock. He didn’t realize who was in his face, or how he got there. The creatures teeth were disheveled and sharp, his hair was reduced to a few black strands, his bones were brittle, his back was hunched over, and he had very pale loose skin. For a moment, no one said anything, and everything was completely silent. Neither of them dared to move. Suddenly, Edgar spoke up, “W-wh-who are you?” he asked cautiously. It didn’t reply. He just stood staring at Edgar nearly arching over him with his deformed spine. “Victor?” gasped Edgar. However Edgar didn’t get a reply. He was appalled by the horrific and eerie phantasmagoria presented in front of him. Victor has stood still, not moving a muscle. “What do you want?!” furiously interrogated Edgar. The decrepit creature had started to create a sound no man could create. Edgar was startled. It was inhumane without question. Victor soon began to slowly walk away hunching under the ceiling of the cabin, leaving the home. Edgar wanted to chase after Victor and apologize. But it was far too late. Victor had already exited the cabin into the night.

	The day that Edgar had set out to look for Lucifer was ordinary. And little too ordinary at that. Edgar questioned what was going on. The day was ripe, no rain, no thunderstorms. Most of all, no bloodcurdling creatures invading his home. Crisp sunlight poured upon the fall grass and diverse colored trees. Edgar took a large breath of the Autumn air, and breathed out with relief. It’s what he needed; it’s what everyone needed. Edgar had also caught a good night's sleep without haste. It was calm, and quiet. Peaceful. He took off his soft flannel coat and hooked it up on a coat rack in his cabin. The day had been much brighter than the past weeks. Edgar decided to get an even earlier start in the day to find his partner. Over the course of many days, Edgar was sadly unsuccessful. Until one day, he found the lost village…


Chapter XV - Tedious

	Edgar had arrived at the village and he inspected extensively. He had forgotten his foxhole was located in that area. Why did he leave? Why did he trust someone who abandoned him?
 Tears were spread throughout the burning homes. Many families important items had dissolved in the ghastly heat. Left with no answers. Nearby trees were a fairly stable shelter for the homeless. They watched as the village continued to burn to ashes.
There was an internal pain that Edgar couldn’t cease. It was the nonstop journey that only tired Edgar. He gained no energy from sleep. There was definitely no passion in his extensive mission. Yearning for an opportunity to indefinitely end the proposed manhunt. Edgar began to walk slower through the village, quietly showing signs of remorse for those whom lost their homes. A man soon came up to Edgar. “Do you wish to see Lucifer,” questioned the man, “I seek bargain, of which constitutes your very life.” Edgar nodded, allowing the man to take Edgar to a quiet place. There was a well; a large one at that. Edgar looked down and saw no bottom. Almost like it was bottomless. “What help does this do, old man,” furiously questioned Edgar. “The man you seek lies below the darkness,” stated the man. Edgar stuck his head in the empty well; it was creating an echoing noise of the wind outside blowing inside, hitting against the walls. The wind reaching the entrance of the well chilled Edgar’s face. Was Lucifer down there? How did he get down there? Edgar didn’t want to safely plummet without answers. But what good would questions lead him to? More lies? Inquisition took place for a while, until there was no more contemplation. Edgar decided to make his way down the well using the rope tied to the wood connecting to the structure. This was his only option. Hours later he reached the bottom. It was cold and had several tunnels. “What is this place,”quietly inquired Edgar; hearing out for the slightest noise. His question imitated at least a few times against the walls, creating a large echo effect. There was a small hole in the tunnel repeatedly sending drops of water against the cement floor. Those drops also echoed upon each tunnel. He began walking through each passage looking for clues. Soon after his heavy search, there was only one tunnel left. Edgar prepared himself in case he were to be intimidated, and clenched his fists. Soon enough as he looked through the tunnel, he saw Lucifer; slouching down heavily. His face was pale, and fingers looked as if they caught frostbite. “L-Lucifer, it’s me.” said Edgar, Lucifer took his head out from between his legs, and looked at Edgar. He slowly got up crying blood out of his eyes. Lucifer was all scratched up and he was missing the skin from his lower jaw. He stumbled as he tried getting up, wheezing each step. “Poor boy,” Edgar reached out both his arms to pick up Lucifer and take him above the dark well. Many hours later they both reached the top. The old man nodded, and left—never to be seen again. By then, Lucifer had perished from existence.



Chapter XVI - Unrest

	Edgar didn’t have sympathy, he never really has. He had grown homesick and needed rest. However, he was too motivated to sleep. He wanted to complete the long, tiresome pursuit. Everything had to be done. Most importantly, he had to find Victor and make him human. But this was a grueling task. He had several days with no luck. Over the course of several days on end, Edgar stayed awake, searching everywhere he could possibly access. Nothing could stand to intersperse him. After searching everywhere, he found something. It was on the back of one of Victor’s home assignments. But it was illegible. So Edgar took out his lantern, lit it, and could barely make out what it read; I’m leaving. Forever. If no one wants me around, I don’t see why I should stay. Or even exist. I’m contempt. If you’re reading this, don’t come to find me. You likely don’t even know where I’m going. You just want me around the house as a slave and a punching bag. I hope you all realize this is your fault. If you do attempt to search for me, I HOPE YOU DIE BEFORE YOU FIND ME. But if you do locate me, there won’t be anything pleasant coming to you. - Sincerely, Victor
Edgar was terrified by the document. Too see such a hostile message directed at him was too much for him to handle. Realizing certain letters being highlighted, they could possibly give him coordinates. Edgar wrote down all of the letters given to him and realized what it spelt. P-A-V-I-L-I-O-N. Pavilion! Immediately Edgar knew what to do. Victor and Edgar would study on an old pavilion by a river. A quaint, small locale, no one knew about it except the two brothers. Not even their parents. That must be where Victor was. But then Edgar had a thought: why there? It’s inconspicuous, of course, but did he not think that Edgar would think to look there? Until another message on a  different document was uncovered, on a different sheet; Edgar, I hope you don’t find me. You think you know where I am, and maybe I am. But who cares? You loved me the least of all. All you did was push me around and never let me think for myself. There was a reason we had to be separated. I highly doubt you even know who caused this? You’re a careless, insensitive, invertebrate. Go ahead and pretend like you’re scared just so you can get me in trouble further. Run away from all of your problems and make me deal with them. You’ve mocked me for too long. I’m done with you; I’m done with it all. You’re going to read this and attempt something superfluous. Either don’t even come, or die trying.
He was still disgruntled by the message but wouldn’t let it deter him. Trying to remember the path to the secret pavilion would be the hardest part of the journey, but he knew it would be worth it. He started out on his quest. He made it through all of the struggles that Victor had likely set. But he pushed on. The walkway was old and most of the cobblestone was missing. Confrontation was possible, however, Edgar hadn’t taken his feeblemindedness into consideration. What if there was a deeper meaning to the document. What if he didn’t decipher it well enough. Before Edgar walked in, prepared to fight, he sat down and waited by the porch.


Chapter XVII - Pavilion

	Edgar opened the wooden door carefully, almost tripping upon the loose nails sticking out of the old floorboards. He grunted at the poor infrastructure, questioning why he even made the decision to come. The day was humid, and Edgar has been sweating basically the whole duration of the day. The wind whistled by, shaking the pavilion’s base. It was a slight break off the humidity. He sighed, then continued looking around the nostalgic place. Soon looking down at his study area [corner]. It was all torn apart, and the floorboards were stained with what looked like red paint. Edgar just assumed that it was the oak from a redwood tree. The wood had scratches and hateful inscriptions carved. Sadly, nobody was in the pavilion Edgar looked around just to ensure no one was present, and returned to his hut. Edgar would continue to wait over the span of days. After a week of no results, Edgar started to get frustrated. It was utter humiliation, and that made him furious. But eventually, on the Darkest Depths moon, something happened…
On the deck was a small box. But should Edgar open it? It was most definitely a trap. Still, he decided to analyze it. Edgar carefully opened the box. It was empty.


Chapter XVIII - Crisis

	Why would an empty box appear at a confidential parcel of land? Only one being could do this. Victor. As much as Edgar wanted to defy the obvious; Victor is prominent in this sacrilegious pavilion. Edgar didn’t take his chances, and locked everything in his line of sight. Knowing that Victor isn’t sane anymore, he couldn’t bargain his fortuity. The wind continued to whistle, effortlessly seething through the trees. The grass was frosty and still visible; and the sun began to set, leaving a tense afterburn in the sky. Stars soon appeared, sparkling in the blank night canvas. Not a sound was created other than wind. This was far from over. Why me, questioned Edgar. The transparency of the windows had somehow been tainted by the mysterious brume; which left an unwholesome effluvia lurking of which smelled like death. This had been an experience that Edgar never felt before. It felt like the condensed vapor was choking him. He struggled to breathe, soon amassing pins and needles on his face. His eyes were pounding with his heart rate. Time had undeniably slowed down, almost like it was never ending. He fell to the floor lightheaded, crawling towards the door for fresh air. His common sense wasn’t overwhelming him do to the impossible possibilities. Knowing he will soon enough overcome his unwanted feat, he did overcome it. He laid down to catch his delayed breath. He then slowly walked to the door pressured to not open it. It was about time to face the fear controlling his pain. So he opened the door in proper manner. There he was! Victor was once again hunching down grinning at Edgar. However, Edgar wasn’t afraid of him this time; he was blatantly staring at Victor. Rather disappointed with Victor’s incoherence, he sat down bored of this creature. Victor continued to grin at Edgar. It’s grin only grew more intensifying. Edgar got up and ran off into the nearest clique of trees. The branches were far too sharp for Edgar to accidentally run into one, and didn’t want a twig lodged in him. This would eventually lead Victor straight into a trap. Edgar had previously gathered rope from the pavilion. And tied it around two symmetrical tree branches. The sound of footsteps grew louder, reaching the woods. The sound had been brought to cessation. Edgar impulsively sprinted to the swathe upon a hopeful demise. The rope was tied tight around his neck.  Edgar, in glee had just wanted to end this journey of destruction. He wanted to return to Truro (England), “your idiosyncrasies will end here, Victor,” stated Edgar. Upon his alignment of words, Victor managed to get back up with the equivalent health status he had before. “Weak,” callously emphasized Victor. Then he attacked. Victor took Edgar by the neck and threw him against a tree. The impact blew the air right out of Edgar, he started to experience severe back pain. Victor walked toward Edgar, mercilessly punching him in his gut. He soon coughed up blood, even worse, his body was shutting down on him. Suddenly, a man appeared. He was brisk and slammed his axe head into Victor’s spinal cord. It was a deep wound, and the shot paralyzed him. “Greetings sir,” said the man, “There’s no time to make haste—we need to hurry.” Edgar nodded and got back up, limping beside the man. “Who are you,” questioned Edgar, panting as he continued limping hastily, “Pierre,” interjected the man. “I have a place not far from here,” soon enough Pierre had taken Edgar into his small cottage, healing his back pain.  “I should be dead,” said Pierre as he finished wrapping up Edgar’s back with cloth. Edgar grunted as he tried to lay down. The warmth of the home soothed Edgar. His eyes slowly closed, drifting off into slumber.



Chapter XIX - Sorrow

	Victor cried in pain as he attempted to get back up. His back was spewing with dark blood from his wound. Instead he crawled toward shelter, helplessly attempting to locate bandages. However, he didn’t find bandages throughout the Pavillion’s disarray. He was in turmoil and continued to cry. He once loved Edgar, he once did. Nowadays, he only lathers him in hatred. He doesn’t know why. He isn’t human. Depression is all he ever felt, every single worthless day he existed. Even if he were human, nobody would care about his well being. All he had was questions without answers. How is Pierre alive? Why is Edgar always victorious? These are all questionable questions he had in mind. He was in a state of Metacognition. Victor was sorry for the heinous things he said in the notes he wrote as an adolescent. He was always had malice for others whomst got in his way.
Edgar woke up. Remembering that he was injured, he stayed in bed. Something smelled delicious. What was that smell coming from? It smelled like the sweetness of buttermilk pancakes and salty, fresh, thick cut bacon. “Oh, you’re up.” said Pierre, “I thought you might sleep in. I’ve made you breakfast.” Normally Edgar would have a collation, however, this was a break from all the pain Edgar suffered. He took the pipe out of his right pocket, and lit it up. The taste of crisp tobacco in the morning. He continued puffing till his breakfast was finished. Coffee had also arrived in the réfection. The exquisite tastes delighted Edgar. The pancakes were soft, and the bacon was nice and salty. The coffee was bitter, but had the sweetness of fresh cane-sugar to revive it’s darkness. “I haven’t had anything like this in years,” said Edgar in pure delectation. Edgar quickly finished his coffee and moved to the bacon. He took a small bite; and instantly moved to the fluffy pancakes presented to him. They were steaming with sweet, buttery glory. During Edgar’s lustful intimacy with the desirable pancakes, Pierre arrived with what looked like tea. Pierre explained it contained Zesty, fresh lime, sugar, and barley tea. This reaction Edgar felt was desire. His mouth watered when the tea reached his lips. He struggled to try this new drink item of which he never experienced (because it was British tradition). It soon enough reached his mouth, and with no surprise, he enjoyed it.
All the commotion between the food items lead him to finishing his meal; sad, but delighted. “Despite this affair, I need to leave now. I thank your courtesy, goodbye,``''I would like to help, my friend,” explained Edgar. “This is no place for children, you’re better off supplementing your health, live a good life,” interjected Pierre, “I suggest that you allow me to be your loyal companion, it’s quite dubious you will survive this alone.” “I’ve always been a lone ranger. What would you know?” “I’ve seen what he can do, christ, I even saved your damn life from that, that, ‘thing’!...You should be lucky you even came all this way...You seem to be willing to go the distance, however I present my gesture you continuously deny,” passionately said Pierre. “Don’t die on me,” conferred Edgar. Pierre gathered his items and left with Edgar, not looking back. (The final journey would be long, however knowing that one might not survive, both will go the distance knowing that one will survive).



Chapter XX - Malice

	It was nighttime. Not a creature was stirring, except for one man. Victor was manifesting upon a man’s worthless flesh and organs out of starvation. He slurped on the man’s intestines, chewing on the items he couldn’t let slide down his throat. Victor had no confidant, he was alone. He stopped eating when he got flashbacks from his brother. Flashbacks would occur more frequently. Day by day, his mind was being extirpated. Victor was losing his character relative to his human self. And continued eating. To be quaint, he believed consuming one’s soul, would miraculously congregate him into his old self. However, destiny be told, he was never going to be the same. There was obviously no stable regime at the time, which created an excuse for Victor’s manslaughter/cannibalism. It also created other various issues; insecurities only lead him to his strength, and hatred for others.
Daylight came. Victor, not wanting to get caught by anyone or anything, leaving what was left of the carcass, rotting, with maggots finishing off the meal, and retreated to a place where only he would be able to find. Edgar had discovered his hideout in the pavilion, so he made a new spot. It wasn’t as luxurious-since he had to make the entire place-but it could serve one well enough. It was a cabin, fair, it seemed to be all that Victor needed. There was a stable, and a fenced range of land. However, there was an underground tunnel below the surface of the cabin, concealed by a trapdoor. It contained just essentials. Knowing that he will be forever alone; what else does he need? He sat in a dark corner and contemplated day by day; no more and no less. He was growing timid and gaining more stamina. However, one deceives greatness…
Edgar began scouting for Pierre as he digs through rubble. “I need to find the entrance.” said Pierre, “What entrance?” questioned Edgar, “You see, long ago, there was a prophecy that there was an underground city, built for corrupted society awaiting for new confinement. Our people knew where it was located, and in an emergency, they would evacuate to the forlorn area. Except, my people left without notice after the tragedy. I was abandoned. And after the misfortunate event took place, they concealed the obvious hideout and made it their own. They concealed it out of greed. They knew that I was alive and well, however, due to their feat, they didn’t look back. As you can see, I’m now looking for that ‘city’,” explained Pierre. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” interjected Edgar, “There’s no need to apologize” stated Pierre. Soon enough, Pierre was triumphant and found the ruins of which the city entrance was located. It was glorious, it had a doorframe created of gold, and detailed quartz pillars; it also included a mandala-detailed podium (the base was also created with quartz). It looked similar to an elegant Palanquin/Gazebo. “We’re here for supplies, don’t interact with the people here.” The trapdoor located in the middle of the podium was lifted, and soon enough a large city was revealed. The road was perfectly straight and the houses were all symmetrical and exact. It was simply a utopia. Government posters were spread against the brick walls. And from Edgar’s depiction, there was a role model of severe significance and political influence upon most of the posters. His name was ‘Uncle to all’ (in shorter terms, ‘uncle’). Soon enough the districts turned into ghetto’s each mile the train stopped at. There were no posters of ‘Uncle’ in the dull districts. It was more of a battle of hierarchy each mile. The posters turned into anarchist powers ruling each district. Edgar didn’t dare question what was happening. Suddenly, the Pierre stopped at a large building, surrounded by soldiers. This must be the home of ‘Uncle’ thought Edgar. “Supplies are located in the basement,” whispered Pierre, “All right,” replied Edgar. And soon enough they stormed the building (under surveillance of the army). The doors were opened by Pierre, soon revealing a large staircase which had many rooms beside it. A man also appeared upon the staircase steps, “Pierre! My boy! It’s been a while,” said Uncle, “Yes, I’m back…” replied Pierre, “And who might this be?”, “H-hello, it’s Edgar--,” said Edgar in a shy manner. “Ah, hello Edgar, this way Pierre,” interrupted the man. Pierre walked off with Uncle as Edgar toured the halls. Since he didn’t know his direction he walked toward the hall Pierre and Uncle was in. Behind the corner was a bloody body getting punched by Pierre! He was crying as he was punching Uncle. “You left me deprived!” screamed Pierre. Then he finished off his last punch, leaving an unconscious and Uncle. Pierre ran away, out of the building, disregarding the opposing forces guarding Uncle. Many soldiers were suspicious of Pierre’s actions. Edgar caught up with Pierre, pulling him back inside, “You wanted this! You finish it!” “All right, alright,” Pierre said as he wiped away his tears. “There’s a basement, it’s unlocked and full of supplies,” shortly after, they reached the basement. And Pierre was correct, there was what looked like an endless amount of supplies. From food to polished silverware, they had basically everything. Edgar looked around, taking various items and storing them into his pockets. Pierre had seen a bottle of whiskey being surrounded by expensive red wine, and decided to pick it up. However, that was the only item he managed to steal. Soon enough the army had caught up with the larceny. Edgar and Pierre needed to find an exit, the footsteps only grew more intensifying as they got closer to the door. “You didn’t lock the door!” “Jesus christ! We need to leave, now!” Eventually, they had located an emergency hatch behind a wooden shelf. In no time they had successfully exited the city.


Chapter XXI - Uncertainty

	Edgar and Pierre were unaware of where they were. If only they had a map. But wait! Edgar has miraculously obtained a map back in the city. Without haste, Edgar attempted to find where they were. There had to be some explanation. They were somewhere with steep snowy hilltops (because it was winter). However, that only made it more difficult. Edgar sighed and then chuckled, “We’re out for an adventure.”
The steeper the hills got, the more slush was forming at the bottom. It soon reached the knee. “Edgar, the Farmer’s Almanac explained that a blizzard is due this month,” Edgar began praying that terms wouldn’t head for the worst. But obviously, he jinxed it. At sundown flurries swept and covered the slushy grass, but the blanket only grew into a snowy tempest. Pierre and Edgar weren’t prepared; eminence was valid. The storm reigned upon the couple, leaving a demonic afterburn. Shelter was prominent, but not yet successful. The blizzard grew more tense, the whiplash slapped upon the couple unforgivingly. Beyond the hills was a rock, more or less an eroded one. However there was large enough of a dent two fit both of them inside it. It was similar to a cave, but measly and mediocre. There was no warmth, only an umbrella of sorts. It blockaded the (emphasized) snow. Both were relieved for the time being. Pierre was shivering unbelievably fast, and Edgar was concerned. Soon enough Edgar had began chaddering. He had no coat (nor did Pierre). They had started huddling, hoping for the storm to end. But the blizzard has only commenced. But at night, after a long wait, both met their breaking point; experiencing frostbite, and lack of warm oxygen to breathe in. It felt miserable for both of them to breathe. And enough was enough. Edgar attempted to stand (failing several times), and he was soon successful. In the end, Edgar had to carry Pierre down the hill and into the nearest shelter. The storm was truly a barbaric one at that. Its savagery couldn’t be contained for weeks. Pierre laid under a soft cozy blanket in a heated house, but Edgar would leave Pierre. Into the storm he went, never seeing Pierre again. What he started, he needed to finish. No lachrymose given, just determination. And didn’t fear Victor anymore.


Chapter XXII - Broken

	He still was hiding like a cowardice pig. He lacked courage, and anything above. He couldn’t take another hit like his previous, and was too scared to leave his unrightful territory. He had labored breathing turning into wheezes. The wheezes turn into coughs, more frequently each week. The spot on his back grew infected, he ate the dead skin contaminated with pus when he pleased. His fetish for human blood inclined rapidly. His pupils were dilated and looked around everywhere, scouting for meat. The texture of human flesh and muscle ligaments/tendons made him hungry (very hungry), his disgusting sharp-toothed mouth watered dropping into dirty pools. His smile radiated upon the air, and turned it into an ominous smoke. The air smelled like rubbing alcohol, and wasn’t sanitary for humans to ingest. He hadn’t moved from the spot he began relaxing in. He was alone, and had nobody to save him.
Edgar spent years attempting to find Victor’s new hideabout. In his time trying to find delirious Victor, he had been writing in a journal. He became used to nature, knowing everywhere around France. His time alone was a relief, a getaway from his old-self. His passion for exploration reached its limit when he found a secret location; not on the map. It was a home, with fenced-in land. It was surely a beauty for the eyes. The birds chirped along with the crickets. The grass was drenched with morning dew. He sighed, and took a large breath of the sweet Spring air. For some it was a typical day, however, for Edgar it was much more than that. It was an adventure. He knew that this must be the place. He entirely forgot about the bond between himself and Victor. Upon entering the cottage, everything was normal, and was nice and tidy. It was quite nice. Knowing Victor, he must have a secret corridor in the house. Indeed, he was very good at hiding things. He started feeling the wooden floor for a crease. There might be a--. And luckily for Edgar there was a trapdoor. As he opened it, he got a powerful stench blowing at his face. He nearly fainted from the overload. His eyes turned red (and looked rather stoned) from the utter smell of the stench. It was too much for Edgar to handle. He climbed down a small ladder, being led to a tunnel. His destination was straight ahead. He could sense it. The smell only grew more gruesome, and with no surprise he tried using his mouth to breathe. It tasted horrible, he tried his hardest not to cough, nor make a sound. He had finally reached his destination. Victor noticed and stared point-blank at Edgar. Victor was so frightened that Edgar found him. He began yelling at the top of his lungs. Victor started running towards Edgar. And Edgar ran as fast as he could through the tunnel, the distance between the two grew closer. Victor was very fast. As Victor reached the ladder once again, Victor grabbed on his leg, dragging him back to his territory. Edgar kicked around helplessly, trying to not die.
“No, no, no, no, no! Please no!” Victor tied Edgar up to a torture chain, and vigerously and mercilessly hurt him. He got many shots to the stomach, then attained deep scratches upon his vitals. Soon enough it was his face, blood began dripping from every pore rapidly. Edgar felt drained of his energy; soon enough the pain hurt enough to make him go numb. He couldn’t move a muscle, allowing Victor to harm him even more severely.  This was beyond good. This was madness. All of Edgar’s limbs were bruised, and all his bones were either fractured or broken. Until Edgar felt the slightest muscle wake up. By that point, Victor had began eating Edgar. The pain was too much for Edgar to handle. He had fainted several times. Each time he woke up he saw more flesh missing from his own body! He couldn’t even create a scream. His larynx was ripped out from his neck, and was swallowed whole. Victor was soon being choked by one of Edgar’s fingers. It was Edgar’s chance! He gained his remaining stamina, and dislocated his arm to slip out of the chains. And in that time, he grabbed the gun out of his pocket with his remaining arm, pulled the trigger, and initiated the fire. It landed right in Victor’s heart. He got off his knees and landed straight on the cold floor. He stared with his human eyes. Edgar knew the job was done. Victor diffused into ashes, which were brought up into the air into indefinite, prosperous, and peaceful eternity… Edgar layed down, accomplished, and certain he too would be peaceful.


Chapter XXIII - Departure

	Edgar wasn’t capable of getting up. He had wasted most of his strength on Victor. “I thought I lost you,” said a distant voice echoing in the tunnel. Out of the dark appeared a figure somewhat familiar. It was Pierre! For once, Edgar regretted letting Pierre slip from his hands. “You seem distraught. Let me get you out of here.” Edgar nodded; allowing Pierre to carry Edgar out with brute force. It was night. Time had passed rather quick in Edgar’s perspective. Pierre’s felt like he was carrying dead meat.  He slowly fell into slumber knowing he was safe.
By morning, he was in an almshouse bed, he woke up from his sleep noticing he was wrapped in bandages. The caretaker, Pierre opened the window; revealing a fresh breeze on a nice day. Since it was obvious Pierre was an exceptional cook, he offered a delightful buffet. Edgar was pleased. He felt ill from all the bloodloss. His bones felt very brittle. However, Pierre would be able to supply Edgar with a wheelchair. For he felt like returning home (homesickness was inevitable for Edgar). Pierre knowing that Edgar didn’t feel right being with a companion, he was left on his own.
The Solar Eclipse would occur today. It was rather early, but basically a once and a lifetime opportunity. Edgar didn’t want anyone with him, nor ever near him again. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder had kicked in after his journey. His pain and self wouldn’t be the same. It was not a dream, but reality.
La fin


Epilogue:
I have dedicated my time towards my first novel, and appreciate the effort I dedicated toward this. I would also like to recognize the people who helped me with this project, and despite it being rather short, I appreciate their effort.