The best place to hide at is inside the storm itself, that one place where it's too obvious to hide at to the point no one will try to search there.

If poor Mark knew he is a part of a tag game he might have tried that tactic, sadly he wasn’t aware of the fact he is being hunted by the big scary wolf, leaving his fate to luck.

Damien searching high and low, sweating buckets as the exhaustion start creeping in.

For the last 15 minutes or so he searched for the little mouse who dared challenging him.

He started the hunt with grate anger, the burning sensation to kill, yet slowly at every new place he searched at, his exhausted body affected his heated mind and tense body leaving him with the pure will to get it over with.

The moment he saw the empty paper that belong to Mark Parker he went on a rage ramp, torturing his classmates for description and his whereabouts.

Sadly no one knew too much, seems like he didn’t utter a single word today, some said he didn’t even lift his head up staying with his earphone on his head believing he might have slept through the all class before despairing.

Equipped with the vague description and his consuming rage Damien started his hunt, believing he would find him in less than 5 minutes so he could give the papers to the annoying teacher and have his long awaited break.

The loud voice of the bell marking the end of the break caused the exhausted Damien to feel at lose.

Defeated and tired he dragged his feet back to the classroom, sighing in defeat he opened the door barley lifting his head to look ahead of him.

At that moment his eyes met with a blurred image of a black blub sitting at the second row beneath the window.

Blood rushing back to his head forming a big vein to appear on his forehead, the once calmed eyes have been stained in red, the straight as a line eyebrows into a frown making his intimidating appearance ten times scarier.

His exhaustion disappeared in seconds, leaving his body with consuming rage eating his flesh and bone to the point of madness.

Straightening his back he ran almost as if he was flaying all the way in front of Mark's desk, slamming his hands forcefully on top of it still with the wrinkled paper in his hands.

The whole class unable to say a word staring fiercely and anxiously at the two, everyone scared of the demon that was awakens in front of them.

All except for one, Mark.

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