Just like the storm dethroned the leader of my nation and flipped the protection switch off to enable disaster so it could watch souls perish into the clouds becoming extended exclusives as clouds stretched wide and thick from the eighteen thousand and twenty deaths that unfortunately met their unluckiest fate as their families puke upon the torn vision of a splattered corpses lying across the pavement as their deaths get documented with the same massacre of the murder of a female cop. It was eventually disabled and the authority of destruction vanished into non-existent along with the storm disappearing just like it was a casual rainy day in England. Finally, captured students in a ticking trap located in the forest can escape the horror and vanish into the neighbourhoods of slithered slashed roads leaking out flooding water where parts of unidentified bodies float above the newly risen ocean scream burdened terror into humanity. It was like a fantasy dream that turned around to be the image of a monster that has every part of his tissue caught with the sowing of the dead skins from the wrath of nature and had the reddest eyes of evil. The news became clear that roads leading to the Forest were going to take at least a year to fix.

Defeat, a feeling that discreetly burns hatred and annoyance into one's delicate mind no matter how nice they act in the faith of being welcomed by a dying belief, God, collected many of the nature's disbanded particles that had no use in the present crawled its way up onto the ground and levitate into the misty sky to brag upon the unproductive students and teachers that are seen cramped up together, foreseeing their death and burden while looking at the destruction of blood formed paths leading to gruesome scenes of heavily beaten victims unconscious in their ocean of invasive blood thriving for a red sea. I was, well, alone. I sat far from the group of feared strangers trying to bond with each other and sat like a lone wolf. George and Lia headed somewhere else I have no idea of. Quietness flooded the system of the stimulation and relayed its exit. My tent was rather cooling and it was what I needed at the moment after succumbing to my failure of resurrecting my previous self and allowing the idea of remaining unheard and under the radar to continue my life of false freedom to expand its monstrous cells.

The brain is easy to manipulate in many ways, like one time I tricked my brain into actually thinking I was a power ranger as a kid and it remained the most kept secretive moment in my entire life. Naturally, the brain slowly forms into a more matured version and takes small parts of the past to create a based personality, but, a personality shouldn't have changed this much in such a short period. It's impossible unless drugs and alcohol were cooperating during the transition. I've met tons of new moments and memories that were indescribable so I just parted ways with my past self, since it was on the losing end, and fully endorse this new, possible occurrence that might have been rooted in Althea, a possibly significant culprit full of weird supernatural things. A new experience, I felt like parts of me didn't fit perfectly anymore but it felt welcoming and like I belonged here for a long time. Nothing wrong with experiencing a new me, right? New year, new me kind of situation.

A week went by after passing out. I was overloaded with a weird feeling that led me into separating myself from the all-so-big group of Lia's friendship and George's loyalty to think about myself only. Possibly a way that could snap the line of a loving friendship between me and the two but something told me I might need to go alone for now. Oh, speaking of the devil. From out a massive crowd near the route that went to exit arrived Lia and George with their growing group of friends, they were cheering away, laughing and enjoying their time. Whatever they did doesn't have a reason to be concerned with me because they probably understood I need some alone time. Sure, everyone should stay serious at the moment recommended by the teachers, though it wouldn't be enough for the students to find another solution to drive their stressed thoughts down another road and find the missing treasure of enjoyment. Twenty-six assaulted crimes were counted by the detectives over the first week of November, they scanned the fingerprints of the injured victims to find who the attacker was and found nothing. The different fingerprints next to bruise marks came back with nothing and felt like a ghost was haunting the woods. We aren't in the seventies anymore so they thought it was someone wearing thick gloves.

From there on, at least one hundred students were found with thick gloves. It dropped in numbers as it was found out that the attacker was right-handed and paused at seventy. Then, it dropped even lower in numbers when information said they were at least average height, seventy lowered to fifty, fifty lowered to ten, ten lowered to two, and two lowered to nothing. After going through all that trouble, the culprit remained unsolved and it concerned the residents that it's a wandering person that comes back to attack now and then.

My emotions ran thin and it felt like another day because it was. I grabbed dinner from the Food Centre like normally and headed back to my tent where I said a few words with Lia and George before snooping on my phone to see billions of messages from my parents. Most of it was Missed Calls and some were questions asking if I was okay. I was lucky my phone didn't explode as I tapped on the three bars in the top right that took forever, and scrolled down the list to delete the conversation that was conflicting with my phone. Then I texted my father and mother to say I'm fine and there's nothing to worry about.

"Is there enough food stored there?" - Mum delivered.

"There's plenty of food," I responded.

"I heard of a female officer who was murdered near you and other stuff. Don't trust anybody and stay in that tent, son." Dad sent.

"I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine, dad. I've been safe and I'll stay safe," I replied. Right after that, I was directed to a pop-up page saying my Mum was calling me. I stood up from the ground and stepped out of the tent to find a secluded area to have a conversation with her that I know will last hours.

"Please stay safe. I don't want to lose my baby," Mother sobbed through the phone with a cry I never heard from her, ever.

"Mother, I'm fine. Seriously, you should stop worrying about me. There are officers here and the thick wind is now gone," I chuckled under my breath, glancing at enthusiastic officers strolling around the campsite occupied with heavy machine guns.

"Stop worrying?! How can I not worry about the fact that my son could be killed?!" Mum screamed through the phone full of sadness that packed the water tank and drowned the area of Mum's stressed neurons to be interrupted by a loud shuffle with Mum's crying flowing into the distance.

Dad's voice approached the phone, "Son, you can't just say that. She's been down lately because of this shackle involving you. You know she deeply cares about you and loves you." As soon as he said that, I felt annoyed, wondering why the sentence didn't mention one word of Althea. My hands clenched tightly around the phone, becoming tighter enough for me to hear an unpleasant crack spill into my eardrums and cause me to flinch away from the phone to see that the phone screen was cracked.

"What about Althea? You don't seem to give a shit about her."

"Son, seriously, it's been almost a decade since she disappeared. We can't just stay depressed all the-" A loud beep ended the phone as I angrily shoved the phone into my pocket and stomped towards the cave to let out steam. When I approached inside the cave, glistening from the night, I bumped into a shadow that was bent over looking at something thin.

"What kind of creepy bullshit is this? Some weirdos, probably a killer who stalked these bastards," The male stranger echoed, starting to chuckle as his mouth stretched towards his ears. "Wait, why does it look so hilarious though?" The male continued to laugh with his ginger, long hair waving away on the shoulders as his neck folded backwards the more extreme he laughed.

"They do look funny," I laughed out loud. The boy wiggled his head around to face me while still laughing, not jumping from someone suddenly speaking up and showed the picture of me being hugged by Althea like I was a buddy of his. His eyes closed as he struggled to mutter more laughter as he began to wheeze heavily.

"I know right? One looks like a fucking white vampire frog chick and the other looks like moulded cheese slice," The boy wheezed harder, beginning to slap his thighs, eventually opening his eyes to see mine staring back at him. It took him a while to notice but when he kept laughing directly into my face with my photo facing me, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the photo then back at him.

"Oh, uh, it's you." The boy awkwardly cleared his throat, finding a curing mannerism to ease the silence by picking his nose and flicking a booger on the wall. He cleared his throat again and coughed once before continuing the sentence, "You, uh, have grown up. Didn't know you were on this camp trip as well, haha…sorry."

After apologising, he shrugged past me completely silent, his emotions became a picture as he weirdly found it a problem to walk normally. Then walking a few steps far from me, he turned to look back at me and gestured a thumbs up with a forced exaggerated smile before quickly walking away from me once again. Silently, I followed after him through the trees as he got closer to the campsite. Like instincts, he felt me behind him and didn't want to alert me as he started speeding up, but I knew what was going to happen and began chasing him. The direction to the campsite was very complicated and the boy ran across the path that directly went into the camp as his fear fumbled him into a maze of a mess; no time wasted, I heard him starting to scream for help as I drew closer to reaching out for his shoulder. His terrified screams rang throughout the woods and were answered with no vail as the only thing that was heard were the shuffling of the leaves being trampled on and a quiet breath running down the boy's neck. My eyes focused on his figure growing bigger and bigger as he kept checking behind him, constantly tripping over twigs crying for me to spare his unfortunate life.

"Please, I'm sorry!" He whimpered loudly, "Spare my life, please!" The boy added with a sudden whack sound escaping his mouth as I gripped intensely onto his shoulders wearing fluffy thin black gloves, watching him struggle to fight me off but failed when I flung him into a tree he bounced off, slamming onto the ground, screaming in agony while I approached slowly. Looking down on him scrambling around, I looked around and found a comfortably sized rock laying a few meters away from me - I picked up the rock and narrowed my eyes over the victim. Wasting time as I rested and listened to him scream in terror and find it overwhelming to shove me off, I snatch his hair strings and crumpled them into a ball in my hands and ripped his head to face me, tearing his skin tissue in the progress with signs of blood dribbling down from a cut in the middle of his neck. I watched him cry, cry for help, hoping that I would spare him as his face became dampened with more to go from his watering eyes that began to be stained red.

"I don't want to die…!" His last words flapped into the air as I smashed his head on the ground and smashed the rock at his face continually. Blood gurgled out of his mouth and ran down his face as his head started to dissolve under pressure, having a massive gaping hole peeking through the dented wound I inflicted on him. His brain sent signals to the body to stand the last chance, twitching all of the muscles but my last attack completely wiped out his soul and forced him on the deathbed.

The earth, full of glinting stars and a settling moon, screeched out its alarm of a new death as flocks of birds swarmed the sky squeaking with all they got to sing the horrid lyrics of the entrancing Grim Reaper. I dropped the rock onto the ground and gawked at my second slaughter, a dirtier scene where the leaves lay flattered, poisoned with blood that wasn't supposed to be leaking out into nature, killing the roots of hundred-year-old trees, sulking on what they were looking at. I could have dragged the body right into the campsite to spook the people there to let everyone know what just happened, but I knew tomorrow, the registration day, would show that a student is missing and he will be eventually found.

I'm feeling emptier as days pass by.