Thirteen years that how long I have been on the run coincidentally it is how long I can remember; well from this life that is but that is a story for another time. The day I was ‘born’ was the day I started running the day I was born and never stopped. My name George ‘Joe’ McAma II and this is my story.
The first memory I have is a picnic with my parents when the sky drew dreary. And the thundering of cattle began to be heard in the sky. I looked up with fear enveloping my soul. As extensive ghastly visage of demonic cattle flew above me and I heard thundering towards us with flaming brands, black and shiny horns, hooves of steel chased by men on horses snorting fire. As they rode by us I saw gaunt figures with, shirts soaked in sweat, with blurred eyes, rotting flesh and skeletal frames.
I watched in fear as one rider rode down on with his horse leaving flaming footprints through the sky and spoke “You descendants of Faust be warned Mephistopheles is after your immortal soul for he seeks vengeance on the Faustion line. RUN! RUN! For this is not the day you shall perish!”
So as the horseman rode away my mother yelled to my father “George ready the horses, I’ll grab Joe!” so the hectic struggle began on that night haunting october night.
A week later my three your old self woke up in the middle of the night to my father’s poignant yelling “Jane, get up, grab the kid and run!” So my mother burst open the door of my room in a nightgown grabbing me and running.
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I asked wondering why she was carrying me “Mama, What is wrong, where are we going?”
She responded in a panicked voice “Somewhere far far away.” She ran down the densely populated brush of the woods beside our home towards the stables as our house exploded with the force of a ton of nitroglycerin not far behind us.
When in the sky a red horned devilish beastly man too grotesque to accurately describe appeared with its bat like wings flapping in the air. He was tall and had a muscular frame much like the statues made by ancient man. While flapping in the wind was his irradiated inferno of a cloak. Then he spoke and his zealous voice boomed and audacious claim “As per the contract of 1537. I have come to reclaim what is owed of me. Your immortal souls! HahaHaHAHAHAHA!” As he laughed my mother now growing the most cynical look I have seen to this day. Began with zealous glee started throwing sticks and stones at him as she ran.
She yelled with the wind yelling with her “Never will I let you take us! Never will it be that you shall obtain us!”
What she said seemed to be similar to a prophecy, because as soon as she said the spectral rider from before appeared and stabbed Mephistopheles through the side with a saber. I being three clapped and cheered with joy as I witnessed the spectacle before me, so my mother resumed running towards the stables.
My mother reached the stables and we rode off on the forested paths that dark and dreary day.