ok so this idea just came to me idk if its any good but i felt like writing it...

Black Rayne

He wanted to stop running but he couldn't .The jackle was after him. The Throbbing in his leg and arm intensified and a wave of nausea washed over him. He could feel the blood seeping through his pants. His vision was beginning to blur, he knew it was only a matter of time before he passed out or be caught by the jackle. "I can't stop running '' he mentally screamed. " I don't want to die …not now!'' He weaved his way through the dark ominous hallways that seemed never ending. He listened for footsteps but heard nothing but the beating of his heart that seemed to be wildly thrashing inside his chest. He rounded the corner and skidded to a stop, he instantly jumped back, partly shocked but yet at the same time amused. He had almost collided with the being that was lurking in the shadows. He let a scream of pure horror and amusement escape his trembling lips. In an instant Rayne turned around and ran the other direction. ''Rayne oh Rayne come on were playing hide and seek not tag your it!'' ''but if you would prefer to play that lets get started!" '' you don't know how much I'm enjoying myself right now!" Rayne could hear the jackle whistling a bone chilling tune, he found it creepy yet soothing at the same time. ''What the hell is wrong with me?!" he thought. The rotting colorless walls were flying past him. ''Good I'm gaining ground'' he said to no one imparticular. Until he tripped over an unknown item. His head hit the cold wet ground with a thud. Then He was engulfed in darkness. It was everywhere. He couldn't run because he knew it would catch up with him one way or another. Fear had crept up on him and launched a surprise attack. Leaving him shocked and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he knew how to do, he reached into the dark depths of his mind, to stay there and cower in fear. Wait I don't want to go back there…not after what happened' he screeched. But all his thoughts and worries were soon a distant dream. The dark depths seemed to welcome him with open arms….and it was comforting to be greeted by something that was familiar. He felt all alone, he was out of dangers way, so why couldn't he stay like this forever? And sulk in his little corner? ''There it is'' he softly said with a hint of sadness coating each syllable he spoke. ''Now is not the time to remember things of the past" he spoke in a stern voice. There it was. The grey murky water carried a lot of painful memories but yet it seemed inviting. The next thing he knew he was running rapidly toward it, but he didn't want to go but who was he trying to kid? Obviously he was trying to fool himself he tried to stop but his legs wouldn't cooperate with him. The grey lifeless water was cool to the touch, as he removed his hand it sent ripples throughout the lake. He peered into the grey almost colorless water to see himself staring back. But that wasn't him I mean it was him but something wasn't right. Before he could place what was wrong, a blinding light appeared in front of him, and it started to spread like wild fire until all of his darkness was gone, all of his security his comfort vanished right before him. He blinked. ''What happened?'' he said aloud. Then the incident that only occurred moments before flooded back to

him. Leaving him dumbfounded momentarily. Then he looked around in panic and fear and saw that the jackle was nowhere in sight. Until he felt something cold glide effortlessly across his neck. ''hello Rayne" an eerie voice purred in his ear. He instinctively looked up but he couldn't see anything through his thin black hair that had been covering his eyes most his life. So he looked back down to the cold dirty floor. Then he felt a pair of hands firmly but roughly pick him up and threw him into the wall. As soon as he hit the wall a headache the size of the United States started to form and take effect. It didn't help that light was coming off of the torches it just seemed to make it worse. There it was again the cold blade was being pressed into his neck, this time it punctured his skin, and he winced in pain, but he refused to show that he was agony. As soon as the humid air made contact with the newly cut flesh it started to sting like crazy. Instead of panicking he simply put on a grin and said ''so what do you have in store for me now?" he asked in a mocking tone. The jackle was taken aback by this and stumbled over his words as he tried to quickly put something together. Rayne noticed this and began laughing like a maniac. That is when the jackle lodged the blade into Rayne's good arm and as a result Rayne lost all of his nerve. He was in agony. It was excruciatingly painful. '' why are you doing this?'' Rayne managed to choke out, trying to hide his tears and the fact that he was scared shitless. '' well if you insist on knowing I do this for entertainment…I think it is extremely fun to torture humans. He said with a smirk forming on his grim features. He didn't bother to finish the rest of the sentence because that's all the explanation the boy needed. ''you sick freak!'' Rayne hollered with disgust dripping from each word he spoke. ''now Rayne I would prefer it if you don't talk to me in that tone…..i wouldn't want to hurt you….just yet!" out of utter shock Rayne started to kick and punch with all his might, hoping that he would be able to hurt the jackle, but with no chance of victory he continued. ''enough" an agitated voice boomed. But no matter what the jackle said Rayne just kept on with his little tantrum, until he felt a sickeningly agonizing pain in the pit of his stomach. Pain was set off like a bomb, it spread throughout his body. Then he went into an uncontrollable coughing fit. His head hung low as the world seemed to be spinning all around him. Then something red caught the corner of his eye. He peered down to See Rivers of blood join the crimson pool at the bottom. ''I'm not going to die like this!" he muttered in a low tone that was dripping with hatred and despair. Somehow he managed to get free of the jackle's grip. That's when he saw it, a dim light at the end of the narrow hallway. He began to run with a new found confidence. ''My way out'' he thought. The light got brighter and brighter until he halted to a stop by a door. He peered in to see an operation table with restraints, with freshly coated blood, and coated with old blood stains. This sight was too much, it made Rayne sick to his stomach, yet he found it interestingly appealing. He had to go in as much as he wished he didn't have to he still had to go in. he cautiously entered the room and did a quick search to see if there was anything that could be considered a weapon. With no luck he ran out of the room, he ran down three hallways and around 2 corners. The pain in his limbs subsided momentarily, and what scared him the most was that the pain was replaced with an overwhelming numbness. But he continued to run when from the corner of his eye he spotted it, a thick silver door. Instinctively he ran toward it. When the cold air collided with his flushed face he froze momentarily not knowing what had just happened, a few seconds later he regained his composure. The night had an ominous feel to it and the air reeked of death. A crescent moon could be seen over head; oddly enough it seemed to fit the setting. He gazed at the damp deserted streets, trying to find out where the heck he was. He frantically began to run, trying to find someone, anyone that could help him. He felt so helpless and so scared that when he tried to think of a plan it was as if his brain had

completely shut down, out of utter shock and bewilderment he started to run, trying to see if he could find a well populated place or for any trace of human life, the only thing that was visible was the graffiti on the passing by walls that proved human life was once there and did once exist. Then there was an earsplitting shriek, he couldn't tell where it came from, but all of a sudden he felt as if someone was staring at him. He felt his stomach tighten out of fear and paranoia. He turned around, and let out a deathly gasp. His gaze had met the gaze of his killer. He was standing in the shadows so he couldn't really make out anything, but Rayne could tell it was him. Suddenly the jackle started to walk at an incredibly painful pace. Then he came to a stop right where the shadows and the moonlight collided. I didn't notice it at first but there seemed to be an aura enclosing the jackle. Rayne just stood there like an idiot, he commanded his limbs to move but they weren't responding. Tears began to make their way down his cheeks, leaving a trail behind, showing proof that they had been there. Every second the jackle seemed to be closing in on him, filling in the gap that separated them. When the jackle was close enough to wear Rayne could feel his breath meet his skin, that's when he did it, Rayne pulled out a pocket knife. He had completely surprised the jackle, he couldn't get away. As the knife made contact with the jackle's lifeless skin he made an inhumanly screech. Rayne put what little strength and anger he had left into the knife. That's when the jackle fell to the ground and lay motionless. ''It's finally over'' he said in a soft whisper. That's when he spotted a flashing sign not too far away; he couldn't make out what it said but he knew it was there. The only thing standing in his way was a long dark alley. He entered the dark alley, and behind him he heard a rustling sound , before he could turn around to see what it was something deathly sharp was rammed into his neck. He silently fell to the floor , as the jackle tried to overcome the desire that penetrated his thoughts. He couldn't resist it was only second nature to him. The lust for blood was strong and he couldn't deny it any longer. The jackle lurked in the shadows hunched over his prey, In one swift motion the jackle managed to find a bulging vein on the side of Rayne's neck, it seemed to be taunting him, he could hear the sound of Rayne's heart thrashing inside his chest, he could hear the rivers of blood that were running through his veins. Rayne tried to get free but it was no use, the jackle had a death grip on him and he was determined not to let go until he finished him off for good. His lips slightly twitched as the thick blood oozed past his parted lips and a feeling of pure ecstasy overwhelmed him, leaving him in a pure abyss. The lifeless body twitched as the last drop of the crimson liquid made its way to his parted lips. With that done the jackle got up and flitted into the night. So Rayne was left behind to wither rot and die. The pain was intense but it subsided momentarily and was replaced with an overwhelming numbness, he slowly slipped away into an everlasting slumber.