Inferno

Prologue - Present

I'm running. From what, I don't know. Which side am I running from again? But I'm running, most definitely running, certainly being chased.

Why tonight? Of course tonight was the night they actually turned the alarms on! Why didn't I sense it? It wouldn't have taken much time, fifteen seconds at most! But guess what, I got cocky. Now I understood why I always hated the people who didn't try, who felt themselves higher than the rest because they didn't need to study. Because they never knew when they actually needed it! The number one mistake I most certainly did not want to make was getting cocky, for exactly those reasons. I hadn't been cocky before. But then, now that I can sense everything around me, stimuli bombarding me from every direction, a lot of things now described me that hadn't before.

Beams of light flash behind me; while I would have loved to call them flashlights, what I heard behind me hinted at something far more sinister, something completely different, much more terrifying. The things I saw and heard from behind terrified me more, blocking out any sounds that I might have heard from my crashing through the undergrowth, causing my flight patterns to take control. The soles of my feet were cut on twigs, rocks, thorns, and caked with mud, water, and sand. I see the moment that I break through the tree line, feeling relief five minutes before any other person would have, mainly because I saw my safety before I actually reached it.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. This is too deep; you don't know enough yet.

Mind you, I was perfectly normal, once, two and a half months before. So let's go back to then, and see the me before the me.