The wind was light, but chilly. The flowers wavered in the breeze, an the grass. Trephas walked forward, wearing black baggy pants, and long sleeved shirt, and a black cloak pulled around him. His hair was a bit longer, but not much, but the hair was messy, like most of the time. His eyes were dull, with no emotion, since right now he didn't feel any.
Shivering slightly, he ran a gloved hand through his black hair, and he sighed. His thoughts swam. He thought about that one night, when the moon was full, when he was running, out of breath, but still he did not stop. Then... he got stabbed, and he knew who did it, but he couldn't quite believe it, he didn't want to, he wanted it to be someone else, but no. He knew it wasn't.
Sighing again he leaned on a tree, then slumped down in a sitting position, still leaning his back against the tree. Closing his eyes, he put his head in his hands. He still didn't want to believe it. But he knew he couldn't hide it forever, even if he wanted to. He only knew one other person who knew, and that was Eben, he knew Eben saw what happened that night, he knew Eben saw Fury stab his cousin.
Should he tell Lex? He should, but then he knew she would get angry at Fury, and possibly try to get Fury back. Trephas didn't like Fury, but he didn't want his brother to really get hurt much. Fury was still his brother, and messed up one too, Fury didn't know what he was doing, thats what Trephas always thought. Fury just wants revenge on people who didn't do anything.
He raised his head, and watched people walk by, while his hand rested where his wound was still at. The nurses told him not to move fast, because the wound was on his back, and stomach. He wanted the wound to go away, and he wished that night never happened but he knew he couldn't take it away. It happened and there was no way of changing it again.
Shivering slightly, he ran a gloved hand through his black hair, and he sighed. His thoughts swam. He thought about that one night, when the moon was full, when he was running, out of breath, but still he did not stop. Then... he got stabbed, and he knew who did it, but he couldn't quite believe it, he didn't want to, he wanted it to be someone else, but no. He knew it wasn't.
Sighing again he leaned on a tree, then slumped down in a sitting position, still leaning his back against the tree. Closing his eyes, he put his head in his hands. He still didn't want to believe it. But he knew he couldn't hide it forever, even if he wanted to. He only knew one other person who knew, and that was Eben, he knew Eben saw what happened that night, he knew Eben saw Fury stab his cousin.
Should he tell Lex? He should, but then he knew she would get angry at Fury, and possibly try to get Fury back. Trephas didn't like Fury, but he didn't want his brother to really get hurt much. Fury was still his brother, and messed up one too, Fury didn't know what he was doing, thats what Trephas always thought. Fury just wants revenge on people who didn't do anything.
He raised his head, and watched people walk by, while his hand rested where his wound was still at. The nurses told him not to move fast, because the wound was on his back, and stomach. He wanted the wound to go away, and he wished that night never happened but he knew he couldn't take it away. It happened and there was no way of changing it again.