A Flame From The Future.

Frank looked with amusement upon the little kids that circled around the old wooden chair he was seated on. It was story time, they're favorite part of the day because frank was the 'best story teller' according to all the small kids at the boarding school. All his stories he made up, nothing he said ever came from a book. Lying for all his life actually paid off in some form of fashion he guessed.

"Benny could hear the footsteps inching closer, and closer. The feet raking across the dead and dried leafs of the old forest next to the lake." Frank said, causing all their eyes to widen with either fear or excitement. "But before Benny could turn around to see who those footsteps belonged to, BAM!" Frank exclaimed, hitting his hand on his knee loudly for extra affect, which worked nicely as all the kids jumped and few girls screamed. "The zombie took a hard fist and shoved it through Benny's chest, taking his heart out!" A few of the kids cried out ew and one of them who Frank recognized as Patrick, ran off out of the room in fear. Frank tried to contain the laughter then went on to finish the story, ending it Benny dying.

The kids began to beg for yet another story, but just like every other night the head woman of the boarding school came in, "No more. Its already late enough and even Frank has to go to sleep" She informs the kids, ushering them out, or trying to at least. "One moreeee" The youngest boy at three years old , Brendon, whined. He clung to Franks leg who was still sitting in the creaking chair. "No, everyone else is going to sleep, you'll be the only one awake, now go" The woman, Maria, Ordered. Frank never did go by the formal rules and call her Ms. Brink, he only ever used her first name. But then again he has been living in this morbid place since he was only two, so he thinks he has every right.

Finally Brendon is pried off Frank and shoved out of the room to go down stairs and into bed with the other boys.
"You know, I wish you would tell more kid friendly stories" Maria sighs, closing up the window curtains across the room. Frank just laughed from his seat. "Its not funny" She snaps but can't hide her own grin playing on her rose colored lips. "Patrick came to my room in tears because he thought zombies were in the woods in the backyard ready to rip his heart out" She says and crosses her arms, staring Frank down. "It builds character" He shrugs, lifting off the chair then shoving it back under the long dinning room table. Maria scoffs and gives Frank a glare before bringing him into a hug. "Get to bed" She orders then leaves probably to go back to her room.

Frank stands there in the middle of the large dinning room for maybe three minutes before jogging off down the hallway in the opposite direction of his room. He grabs his winter coat from the closet and the acoustic guitar that was propped up against the fire place, heading out the back door and into the dark mucky woods. He wasn't afraid of these woods, not even at night. He knows them as if they were on the back of his hand. There was the occasional sound of dogs running but otherwise it was peaceful and completely silent here at night. The moon light was his only source of light and led him in the right direction going towards the lake on the other side of the woods.When he finally reached the calm lake waters he took in a long breath then exhaled deeply. The smell of the mud, water, and grass felt like home. He found the curtain log he always would sit on and leaned against it this time, sitting on the grass.

He strummed the strings, warming up before picking a song to play. Eventually he decided on playing the opening guitar part in Crystal Ball by Styx. He played and sang alone quietly to himself for a long time but to him it wasn't long enough. In the back of his mind he knew he should be going back to the house but he really didn't want to. Night was the only time he finally got to be by himself.

He stopped playing the 5th song he had started, deciding he had been gone long enough. But before he could walk off after standing up the soft sound of clapping came from behind him. Frank only froze for a second before turning around quickly to face the intruder. "That was really good" Said a male voice. Frank thanked the moon for being full tonight so he could take in the sight of the other person, noticing first that his hair was bright red.

"Who the fuck are you?" Frank asked bluntly. There was no city, no town, not even houses around here. Where did this bright haired guy come from? Frank knew everyone, he would know this guy. He was bewildered. The guy smirked, and of course Frank focused on his lips while he spoke. "Gerard." He said his name in confidence. "Where did you come from?" And now that confidence was gone. The guy kind of just looked around before saying "The town that's next to here" He sounded unsure. But of course he would, there was no town. "You're lying, there is no town. I would know" Frank stated, the frustration clear in his tone.

The red haired fiend nodded slowly with a 'well this is awkward' expression all over his pale skin. "I guess I'll just um, go?" He scrunched his forehead, not sure what to think or do. Frank didn't respond so the red haired guy, or boy? whatever he was just left. Frank didn't watch after him to see where he went. Where was he to go? There's no houses! Frank shook his head then left to go back to the house and get to sleep.

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