I'm working on three different fanfic's at the moment and school has started again so I won't be able to upload chapters for a while, and when I do don't expect them to be too long. I will try my best though. So this is my master redone. It will probably follow the flow of the other chapters. I hope you all like it and if you can comment on anything at the end that would be appreciate it!3

MY Master

I am sewn together by the seam,
By the strings I once fought to destroy,
Anger and hate bring upon us nothing good,
When the people who were trusted,
Failed in the end.

Air was forced down my lungs and the rain plastered itself onto my face as I ran head first into it. The ground under my feet was smooth since I was running through an expensive part of town.

It was a shame that I couldn't stop and take in the sights, but if I so much as slowed down, the men pursuing me would have me at once. I may have been fast but lack of food and shelter got the better of me making it hard to think straight without getting dizzy. So it took some serious concentration to put one foot in front of another. I wasn't the best at concentration since I was always on the move, jumping from one subject to the next. I was told once that I should get a filter for my mouth, or at least think before I spoke.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the sound of my pressures footsteps got louder and closer. It sent a shot of panic down my spine as I tried picking up my pace. My lungs were on fire and my muscles were beginning to burn, it was a wonder I wasn't smoking because of the combination.

I made my way to an empty parking lot hoping to lose the men behind me. Because of the late hour there weren't many cars there to cover me, but the cars that were there were going to have to do for the time it took me to refill his lungs.

Dropping to the ground behind an expensive looking Porsche, trying to make it look like I was one with the dark gravel underneath me. My lungs were refilled with the air around me when I heard there footsteps slow to a fast past walk. I could tell they were looking for me by the way they grunted and or growled out angrily when they looked behind a car and I wasn't there. They were on the other hand getting closer to my hiding place, since there weren't many cars in the lot to start with.

I frantically looked around the lot trying to find somewhere I could slip off to before my pursuers found me. There wasn't much in the parking lot except for the few scattered cars and a dumpster sitting in the corner. There were a few buildings around the lot, consisting of big businesses with their own name. Truth be told I could have just went into one of those buildings and called the police, but then again I was a runaway and even if the police showed up would they really believe me?

Making my decision between utter humiliation and a dip in a potential biohazard dumpster, I chose the dumpster.

Making sure the men, still trying to find me, were preoccupied I jumped up pushing off of the ground with all my might. The jumpstart was enough to get me halfway across the lot before I heard the shouts of my pursers as they realized I was making a run for it. I had to ditch the dumpster idea when one of the men jumped in front of my path. I altered my coarse heading in the direction of the street.

I was half way there when a large mass hit me square in the back, knocking me off balance and sending me sprawling on the cold asphalt. The air was knocked out of me and I couldn't get any more on me considering the huge mass was still crushing my torso. I was too stunned to try and make my way out from under whatever was holding me down.

When I finally had enough breathe to start up a real fight the man's friends had heard us and were coming over to where I was pinned to the ground. More weight was added to my arms legs, and torso and I was flipped to face upwards. The men standing over me where wearing ski masks with holes cut out so they could both see and be able to breathe out their mouths. Their clothing identical down to the shoe laces they wore. Baggy sweat shirts and dark baggy jeans with running shoes for a quick getaway if needed.

I did not yet realize what these men were about to do to me, if I had I would probably have tried harder to escape. But even then if I did manage to escape, where would I go? Noone around my neighborhood wanted me around anymore, they made that clear when they had first burnt down my parents' house and then when I was too be adapted thay filed false reports about me being a druggie who stayed out all hours of the night. This was not true and nor was it ever going to be. You see my parents were both dudes, therefore that made then gay. They had adapted me at 1 ½ because my other parents hadn't wanted me. They were the nicest people ever and I got to spend six years with them before the neighborhood deiced they didn't want gays living next door to their own children.

I never really got over the fact that the only people who had loved me were set afire just because they weren't like everyone else. After their death I was sent from foster home to foster home for about seven moths till I had had enough and ran from the system. The men that were currently holding me down wee the men who were assigned to kill my parents and myself.

You see with being gay my parents were also federal agents and not everything they did I could know about. I know it's surprising, I didn't even know myself until one night when we were attacked by many men in similar attire as these. After that I had been made aware of what my parents really did on their long "business trips" to out of the way places. I was then taught how to fight In the hope of living to see another day.

The skills I had once had drilled into my head now left it like the air in my lungs had. I really had no use of any of my body parts considering they were being forced against the ground. I struggled until all my limbs felt like jello and I couldn't move them because of the extra weight piled onto me.

A gag was forced over my mouth but nothing was put over my eyes. "You filthy little whore. You deserve to see everything that's about to happen to you." These words scared me more than the gag in my mouth or the sudden loss of my pants did.

Well I know this chapter was short but it's all I had time to write since I have school and studying and I do have to have a life outside all of that. I will update but don't expect anything soon. You don't have to comment but it would be appreciated!

~Terror In Words