The ran poured with a steady beat as Jerimiah sat inside his house. He was trying to reach that paradise that he longed for. The paradise where society didn't exist. Where the world wasn't so corrupt by chaos and madness. But the more he tried to reach it, the farther away it seemed. Sighing he gave up. It was hopeless. No more than a dream, a fantasy, that wasn't destined to become a reality.

Sitting up straight in the bed he tossed the covers to the side and looked across at the mirror. Starring at the ceiling hadn't been much help, so what would starring at his reflection do? Jerimiah didn't try to think of an answer for that as he stood up and walked to the bathroom so he could take a shower, but he stopped at the door. The image of the blood covered wall flooded his memories and he took a step back.

A voice repeated the words in his head and he shivered with cold fear. What was wrong with him. Even though it'd been months since that message had been written on the wall he couldn't escape it. Every time he got near the bathroom the words would repeat over and over, adding on to his nightmares that seemed to never cease. "Will it ever end," Jerimiah whispered quietly as he stepped into the bathroom and too a reluctant shower. The water was cold as ice, but he didn't care. He was being too self-concious at the moment.

After he'd finsihed with his shower he went back to his bed and laid down. It was raining outside so he couldn't leave the house, but he surely didn't want to stay there either. He'd actually considered moving altogether, but he knew deep down that no matter how far he escaped the memories and nightmares would followed. "Is that why I can't reach paradise?" Jerimiah looked at the white ceiling and waited. "Not because it doesn't exist, but because I can't escape the past." Sighing he turned on his side and looked towards the mirror again. His reflection was grinning at him. Jerimiah closed his eyes. He was starting to hallucianate again which meant he'd need to get fresh air soon or he'd probably break.

Standing up for the second time he walked to the door and opened it to come face to face with a figure that he couldn't quite make out because of the dark clouds that blocked the sunds light. Jerimiah's heart sped up and he had to calm down. Panicking for no such reason wasn't going to help his cause. "Yes?" He asked trying to stop himself from shaking.

Narcissus was just strolling around trying to find his way back home because somehow he'd gotten lost and now he needed some sense of direction, and the only way to do that was to go to a house and ask. The one he picked happened to have been Jerimiah's. He went to knock on the door when a guy he didn't know answer. "I need directions," Narcissus said with a distaste.

Jerimiah's eyes darkened. He never had anyone come to his home before. Was this some kind of prank set up by kids who had nothing better to do besides distrub the lives of the peaceful. Then again Jerimiah's life wasn't so filled with peace, he doubt he had any at all.Reagrding this from thought he looked the boy over. He was at most a fews years under Jerimiah. Red eyes still focused on the other kid who looked like a ninja Jerimiah opened the door a bit wider. If it was a prank those involved would probably regret it, if they lived to tell about.

This made Jerimiah very uneasy. The thought of killing was very fresh in mind and he hadn't really had the chance to shred anything lately. But I'm not like that, he told himself. I'm different, civil. It was true, but not many could keep that side of them that enjoyed blood, that lusted for it locked inside forever. It was impossible. Jerimiah shook his head. He'd forgotten the boy was there. "Directions to where," he asked. Thinking back, Jerimiah noticed this kid had no manners. A hello would have been nice, but he didn't like complaining.

Narcissus crossed his arms behind his head. "I need directions back the villages, or to the lake," he said. He wasn't about to say he was lost outloud. That would make him seem stupid. Waiting he glanced around. It sure was quiet out here. He didn't like it, it was suspicious.

Jerimiah didn't understand how this boy didn't know how to get back to the lake. It was a straight walk. It was simple, very simple. Maybe he was just simple minded. Whatever the cause was, the sooner he got away from Jerimiah the better. Shrugging slightly Jerimiah looked him over again. He seemed edgy. Like something was bothering him. Jerimiah didn't care much to ask though, he just wanted the kid gone.

"All you have to do is go straight through those woods," he said. "the way you came from. You should see a path and it'll lead you back to the dirt roads that lead to the lake." Jerimiah said. He then looked around and made a small gesture that was sort of like a wave goodbye. "Hope that helps," he said as he turned away to go back inside the house. He didn't want to stay for a long-winded converseration. He did not want to be friends.

Narcissus looked at the guy for a second longer. "Yeah thanks," he said as the guy wave goodbye. Narcissus couldn't believe that he was just gonna leave like that. "Hey wait, I got a few questions first," he said with a cold glare as he put his hand on the door to stop it from closing.

Jerimiah turned as Narcissus stopped the door from closing. This boy was about to dig his own grave. "You'd be wise to leave boy, I am in no mood for playing games," he said. "I've given you what you wanted so leave before you take upon an unwelcomed death," he said. Jerimiah was losing his sanity. "Now please go before my words become a promise." Had this boy come on a different day it would have been different, but the hallucinations were driving him mad. And madness lead to chaos.

Jerimiah then pushed the door closed again. He did not want to kill someone for an unnecessary reason, but his wolf side was going to awaken from it's sleep soon. The full moon was only two days away. And the closer it got to that day the more he felt the need to tear apart flesh. Jerimiah shook his head. He couldn't take it anymore. Leaniing against the wall he waited to here the sound of Narcissus leaving. "Go, please go."

Narcissus looked at Jerimiah like he'd lost his mind. "Boy? What are you talking about, you're no older than I am," he said. "And did you just threaten me?" As Jerimiah started to close the door Narcissus put his foot in the door. "Hey, I'm not done with you," he said.