He was running. He didn't know what direction he was running to, he didn't know where he was going to go and, as odd as it sounds, he wasn't entirely sure who he was running from. Their faces had always been hidden; but the blonde, mullet haired teen knew he had to get away from them.

He also knew that we was running in some sort of forested area, the trees around him were tall with thick trunks and some vines hung in his way. An odd scent hung in the air, a mixture of grass after rain fall, mud, and sweat. The sound of feet slapping in the mud echoed in the wooded area, and it only caused his heart to pick up speed in thoughts that the sound belonged to someone else.

The trees could only covert him for so long before they would be sure to find him, wheezing and crying, he needed to get out of there and fast. But where would he go? He had no family. The only people he knew were the other boys he spent his time with in cramped rooms, and his captures. He had been there since the age of seven and he had no memory of his real parents. No, he hadn't been given to these masked men by his own mother and father, he had been found wandering the streets at a young age and, since that faithful day, had been treated like a prisoner.

The only boys he had ever gotten close to were still in that hell hole. They had decided to make a break from their captures and started a small riot in the room, they had to break through the door and that was when he ran. He took the opportunity of the open door and had been running ever since. The rest seemed like a blur, and it took him a few shaky leaps to get full control of his feet back, but when he regained composure he ran and ran.

'Sora…Leon…I promise I will come back for you.' Hot tears streamed down his face, mixing with dirt stains and dried blood that coated his cheeks. He didn't care about his complexion, all he cared about was finding a safe place to hide, then creating a plan to see if his friends were safe.

It seemed like hours since he had been running and, although he had been keeping a good pace, the teens feet couldn't keep up with what his mind wanted them to do. He stumbled on his own feet, then tripped on a root that stuck up from the wet grass.

The blonde fell face first, his body sloshing against the mud. He managed to lift his head, only to meet a pair of scarlet eyes.

"What is your name." It wasn't a question, the voice growled out the demand.

"Demyx…" Then every thing faded into darkness.

AN: Short chapter to start with, but many questions to be answered.

Who was Demyx running from? Where was he before the forest? Who found him? Please review! :3