"I'M NOT WHO I USED TO BE, ANGEL."

Chapter 1

'Run, Run, my dear Angel.'

Run.

I ran as fast as my legs could take me, my hair flying all over the place, the cold breeze rushed through me and gave me goosebumps. My feet started to ache and burn with the pain, I could feel blisters forming on my feet and I cried in pain quietly and kept running. I heard footsteps behind me, they immediately send shivers down my spine. I tried to ignore them and kept running further away, jumping over rocks and fallen branches on the ground.
I tripped.
I tried to crawl to the nearest tree so I could hide behind it hoping the footsteps wouldn't see me. The tree was only about 12 meters away from me however when I began to crawl to it a pair of cold hands grabbed my leg. I screamed as hard as I could which after a while made my throat dry and hurt. I could only hope someone heard me but I knew they wouldn't, I was in a forest by myself with an attacker and no-one would ever find me.

I turned to face my attacker and saw his black eyes, black eyes that starred into me like daggers...although these eyes looked dangerous they looked familiar too, so very familiar.
"P-Patch?" my voice shaky and cracking with fear.

Why would Patch attack me? Did he know it was me? Why would he attack anyone? Why was he in the woods?!

All these thoughts started to give me a headache, I pushed them away and stared at Patch with a confused look on my face.
"What are you doing here?" Patch asked coldly, he didn't sound like himself and I knew he didn't want me to be here. I just didnt know why. I needed to know why he was here, I just needed to know...
"I should ask you the same question." I raised my chin a little to show confidence and bravery but failed because I was still pretty shaken up.
Patch took a step towards me, and another and another. I was slightly relieved that my 'attacker' was Patch not some psychopath however when I saw the shiny, and to be even more descriptive, pointy object in Patch's hand I slowly started to change my mind about the whole psychopath idea...
"P-Patch? W-What are you doing?" I started to move back and tears sprang my eyes. Was I crying from fear or shock? Maybe both.
"I promise I'll be quick and that it won't be...well...of course it will be painful." Patch smirked, a grin forming on his lips and his eyes became blacker than ever. He looked evil. So so evil.
From that moment I knew this couldn't be Patch, he couldn't be that evil, Could he?
"Who are you and what have you done with my Patch?!" I was shaking so hard I could barely hear my own voice because of how afraid I was. Patch bend down next to me and stroked my cheek gently, his hand so cold, so so very cold. I pulled back instantly and gave Patch a disgusted look in addition I kicked him hard in the leg hoping he would fall, he didnt, Patch grabbed me by my hair and dragged me with him, his laugh was so clear that it echoed through out the woods, it was the only thing I could hear except from my own heart pounding.
"Stop struggling!" Patch demanded. I stiffened and did what I was told, I was in too much of a shock to scream, it was impossible for me to get away and I knew that.

This is not Patch! Patch would never do this! He is good! This...this thing is a monster who stole Patch's face! But if he isn't Patch...where is Patch?