Snippet #1810628

Chain was sulking again. He knew that it wasn't a good thing, possibly even hazardous to his health, but he didn't know how to change his thought pattern. When he finished a thought, it either ended in his death or something abysmal and dull. He was starting to hunch forward, his back not being able to support his extremely thin body. That was another thing that Chain questioned: Who in there right mind let him get so small? He wasn't very tall to begin with, but just looking at his stature, it showed that he wasn't healthy in any sense. If his past life did this to him, he didn't want to know. Somebody could come up and kick him in the ribs and they would probably all break.

He rounded a corner, and was going to continue when he heard voices. People were ahead. He quickly went back around the corner, his breath starting to quicken. They could be searching for him, possibly wanting to kill him. Or maybe they are just like me, you know? Not everything ends in a depressing thought, ya know! Chain retorted against his own thoughts, but it didn't help his anxiety. He was scared of them, and he didn't know why. Was it because he cautious, or was it because he was just a scared rabbit who shook at the sight of anybody?

He quickly turned around, wanting to get away as fast as possible. It was then that he realized his grave mistake: His hands whipped around, and made a deafening clang against the rocks, disturbing the peace in the air around him. His other hand quickly grabbed the vibrating chain, but the damaged had been done. He was starting to shake, and prayed that they didn't hear anything. He wouldn't know what to do if they came over, he would probably die of worry. The wound on his thigh wasn't helping, as his increased heart rate caused him to start bleeding a little faster than before.

this wasn't good.