He tries to think of ways to escape from the things he's frightened of. He looks for shelter and tries to run as fast as he possibly can. They're still behind him though, chasing him, tireless and determined to finish what they started. As he suffers wound after bruise, and as blood drips from his limbs, he cannot help but wonder if there's something else he can still do. Something to end the pain once and for all. Something to banish the ghosts that haunt, and disintegrate the past that binds. Then, just as he gains momentum, he does the unthinkable - he stops, turns around and smiles. The rain starts to pour, the beasts lurk closer still. In mere moments the nightmare shall swallow him whole and envelop every fiber of his being. Against all odds, against all reason, he will face the unfaceable. What will remain of him, shall live on, greater than what was, and stronger than what is now. If not a fraction of him is left, than this was a battle he was always meant to lose.
