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The Rescue Mission: Aislinn Connor has lived in the Black Woods ever since she escaped the Facility. Finally she has a chance to save the man who freed her.
Ethan traipsed through the layer of dead leaves and brush covering the ground. The earthy musk of old debris from years past filled his nostrils and he felt at peace. The squirrel he had left half skinned a few hundred yards back was at peace too. This was the second time he had killed and the panic and horror he had felt after the first time was gone. He hadn't even attempted to heal the creature this time. He had merely removed the skin quickly in tiny slivers to see just how long it could last if he was careful and precise. The calming potion he had fed it made it easier to control and he had staked it to the ground first. Watching the terror and pain in the squirrel's eyes made him feel more alive. Ethan felt so powerful and in control. It felt like he was finally becoming the man his father wanted him to be. A man others would respect and fear. A man who was in charge.
Nagging doubts did still buzz around his thoughts, half formed worries about whether he should feel so calm, but he brushed them away.
It was just a squirrel, a tree rat, an insignificant little rodent. Poor people probably killed squirrels all the time. The disgusting rebels probably made meals out of them. They had to be hiding somewhere in these woods, maybe one would stumble on his kill and feel grateful that Ethan had started the butchering process already. The chancellor's son feeding the pathetic cowards of the resistance.
Ethan smiled at the thought, he really was a humanitarian.
He headed back towards the open fields beyond the woods. It was a long trek and the trees were still dense around him. He wasn't afraid of the forest of course, he was a man "in charge" here, but it was probably best not to tarry too much. Ethan felt he could defend himself against any rebel cowards he might come across, but there were some creatures in these woods that he'd rather not run into. This would be his last trip for a very long time. Tonight he would leave for school with his sister. Read More.
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