A farm came into his view, he did not pay it any mind and the farm left his view as fast as it appeared. He felt a buzz in his pocket, pulling out his phone out of his pocket. *sigh*

*Hahaha, for sure bro! The trip was awesome, sucks you live so far away.. Call me any time you come to Hagen :D* he read. *sigh*

Writing his reply, he thought back to the trip he had been on. Checking what he wrote he once again went *sign... people are going to think I'm some old man tired of his life, better stop.. sigh... Gosh.. this life is boring*

Looking out the window of the running train, he once more thought back. He was on his way home from Copenhagen, he lived on Jylland, so it wasn't like it was much of a trip. Barely more than three hours in the train, well it was still almost across the whole country. Denmark wasn't much of a country, compared to the neighbor giants, such as Germany and the two Scandinavian countries.

He had gone to visit his brother, they were not blood brothers, but Leo still thought of him as his brother.

He had just never been good at making friends, he wasn't shy, neither did he dislike interacting with other people. It just felt.. so mundane. He didn't have the feeling from the ones close to him, the feeling of being 'friends' with another person, it was just simple interaction with other people. He was open minded, never afraid to start a conversation. But he still felt a distance to others, it wasn't like back in the day, outside, playing with his friends. Maybe it was because he had moved to Denmark when he was eight, losing contact to his childhood friends.

*sigh.. well what ever.. people are boring now a days. Well, its not like I'm that interesting either*

Average looks, maybe a bit over average, but far from handsome. Dark brown hair, with long curls that his mother called 'one and half wave'. Green eyes with a knack of brown, a nose that he didn't know how to identify, he wasn't that good at judging looks, simply average.

Returning once more from his thoughts, he looked down at the tablet in his hands.

*fuckin homework, I don't want to do thiiis.*

Cursing his life in every language he knew, as he grew up with a few. He did live eight years of his life in Russia, so he had all the knowledge for the language. Average looking as he was, he always had a feeling for languages, always picking them up fast. But it wasn't like he was interested in them, he wasn't interested in much. There was one thing he absolutely loved.

*meh. I'll do this later.*

Swiping with his thumb he changed to another program, a smile full of happiness on his face. Novels, fantasy, fiction, this creativity was his call. He loved reading other peoples dreams and imagining the worlds people create with their hands and brains. It was exhilarating. Back in the world of fantasy he imagined the world in his mind, dreaming of dragons, warriors, immortals, gods and many more. His mind far away, not noticing neither time, scenery or people around him. Having read a chapter he was momentarily brought back from his dream.

*If just I could focus like this in school, it would be so easy.*

He was reading a fanfic about dragons, humans, dwarfs, elves, beastmen and a calamity that came to their world. Exhilarating. One of the fewest things, were those that interested him, a bit like a character he read about back when he liked manga, if he wasn't interested in something, he couldn't focus on it and would just get bored.

Lifting his head, Leo stared at the black world outside the window. Sitting in the 'silent area' of the train, where people would get angry even if you just whispered with someone. His mind back in his dreams, as weird as it may be, he dreamed of battle, blood and trials. His mind wasn't ignorant, maybe a tad arrogant at times, but never stupid when it was about his or others strength. Still dreaming of blood, he sat there, he dreamt, he thought and fought. Fought the boredom, fought his thoughts of blood and gore. Feeling reluctant of his own nature somewhere deep inside, his face showing a frown.

Dreaming back to his days of training, bashing others faces in, getting hit himself. He loved boxing, the pain when his fist hit, the happiest when the good punch connected. Sometimes he would go outside to the garage back home, going wild at the punching bag that hung there, even if his fist had long turned softer. His knuckles rupturing because of the force, he didn't use neither bandages, nor the gloves. The sight of blood dripping from his hands, feeling the blood rush to his head, his eyes burning. He knew it wasn't something like 'bloodlust' the Vikings of old would feel in the heat of battle. He was the son of a doctor and a nurse. He knew his body.

The lover of stories, the child inside him, the dreamer he was. He still thought of his ancestors, built like bears, they weren't Vikings, nor were they Knights. In his mind they were beasts, beasts riding on bears and wolves running along side with them. They were Russians. They were bred for war, blood and battle. They strived, not for Valhalla, nor for the Christian God, they strived for battle, for strength. Back in those days it was every man for himself, the only thing they believed in was strength. Family wasn't just about being born into a circle, it was the bonds created thought battle and blood. That was the only thing worth believing in, the only bonds worth their trust. Blood flying in the air, bloodlust wasn't just fant-..

"Show your ticket please” said a voice close by, the ‘please’ was spat out with such accent, you could cut through it like cheese.

Grumbling Leo looked around to see a worker who came by to check his ticket, it was the third one he saw on his ride home. Her eyes looked tired of long working hours, if it wasn’t for the interruption, Leo would maybe have felt bad for her. But she had interrupted him in the middle of a dream, stilt not wanting to be disrespectful he tried to reel in his frown. When she finally walked off after having an vicious argument with him, even if it were only a few sentences, what they thought about each other was evident in their tone. Sitting with a foul mood, he wasn't in the humor to once more return to his dreams.

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Finally getting out of the train, he started walking towards home. He didn't want to call his mom or sister to pick him up, he wanted to enjoy the darkness and freedom of heart.

He lived with his divorced mom and sister in their average sized home. He still lived with his family because it close to the Gym where he went to school. It wasn't like he didn't like it, he loved his mom, they had their arguments, but he loved her with all his heart, fearing the day she would be gone.

(AN: Gym, short for Gymnasium, is sort of like college? In Denmark. Comes after 8th or 9th grade and is required for university, Google for more infos. #Google4Life)

Halfway in his dreams, walking towards home, Leo was enjoying the scenery. Having had his share of fights he knew the corners where no one would look, his mind drawing his eyes towards them unconsciously. In one of these 'refreshing' spots as he loved calling them..

*Always a chance to swing his fist, why wouldn't he like them a bit?*

What he saw made him frown a bit, a child looking person was cowering with some guy towering over him/her. Making his way over, Leo was already imagining beating the guy up, blood rushing to his head. Had he stayed calm, he would've heard their talk and thought twice, but it had been a long time since he got to smash someone's face in.

# Childish persons POV #

"Calm the fuck down, man! Your breath stinks man, the hell did you eat today?!" the young sounding voice hissed at the huge guy. "Fuck you Dani, The a was cooking today, you know how good she's at it?! She used some surprise shut today", the guy was literally spitting the surprise in the young ones face.

"Eew, fuckin christ man. This is disgusting man, I think I'm gonna barf..", Dani was frantically looking around where to leave his dinner, when he noticed Leo. Pointing discretely at him for the big guy to see, while pulling a knife behind his back.

# Leos POV #

--"What the.." *blergh* Spitting blood as he looked down with disbelief, at the knife in his left side.

He had dashed with at the big guy hearing literally nothing but *thump thump*, his heart pumping blood to his brain like crazy. The big guy wasn't as strong as he hoped, he even saw him before he reached him. He even blocked the first left straight punch. Using the force from his first punch, Leo pivoted on his right foot while taking a step forward and threw a crushing right in a half moon arc. The punch went behind the guys arms and collided with his face. *Tsk, I wanted to hit the jaw*, cursing Leo rubbed his right, watching the guy crash into the nearby wall. Having let go of his rush when he hit the guy, Leo noticed a burning sensation in his side. That’s when he noticed the knife.

“You fuckin .. *blergh.. tsk, damnit* .. I’ll fucking kill .. you, brat”, ignoring the pain he started his wind up, pivoting on his left he kicked backwards with his right while turning. The foot hit the child in the chest and sent him full force into the wall. None of the moved, but it didn’t matter, Leo’s blood loss was too heavy.

*These fu.. *blergh* .. mutts, I'm takking you with me *spits* last thing or not, I'm paying back blood for blood.* Slumping over a few steps to the two lying there, he fell over the guys leg. And he punched. And punched.

*hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-blergh*

"Fuc..k you"

*hit-hit-hit-...*

His mind gone fuzzy long ago, the feeling of his body gone, he just hit the two lying there and didn't stop.

"Fuck you.. I *rghh* .. decide how I die, you damn shits"

He hit the two, already dead .. beings, as you could no longer call them human. Distorted, what should be, faces. The child's right side of the skull was caved in like a popped balloon. Yet he dint stop, he punched and threw blood up. What for him felt like an eternity, was in reality barely a minute or two, but who decided what time is? Was it not us? Humans? Our own consciousness? Finally he keeled over, merely a cold corpse, laying there, dead as one can be.

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Time, flew, went, ran, by. It simply was, its concept was in the human mind. But did it exist?

What appeared to be a road, or a thread, maybe a high way? It simply was, and he too simply was there. A line to cross, he felt, a few steps and he too, would step into the cycle of life, as many more before him.

A step. Taken. A step on the highway of life. Or hell, it simply is.

A step more. Or did he take a step? He had no body, or had he, he didn't know, he simply was. But was he?

Then he stopped. Does he, or had he, eye, they would tell it all.

He didn't want to. This wasn't his choice. They weren't his, the steps weren't his. That he knew. He didn't want to take them.

And so. He leapt. He jumped of the highway.

His minds hand, showed the highway, the simplest of gestures, the international one.

He showed it the middle finger, and he was. It was his choice. A smile.

*If I am to die, then I will die.. DREAMING*