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out of the town city park, wading through littered broken branches with difficulty. Eric, every now and then fell, slipping on the eroded ground, which was covered with a layer of wood chips.

      He went round the large grid, which enclosed the passage; then Eric felt a stone path beneath his feet. He almost got out the park, where gathered almost all the inhabitants of a small town at the exit.

      As soon as Eric was noticed, the two men ran up to him.

      – How are you feeling yourself? – asked him a bearded man, who ran up to the boy, who was marching indifferently.

      – Are you okay? – Immediately asked him the other man.

      Erik nodded absently in response.

      – Do you need a help? – asked the first man again.

      Eric was silent again; he just shook his head and walked away.

      All residents of the Silent Valley couldn’t take their prying eyes from the young men with gray hair, who was passing by them. Eric accelerated the pace. He began to feel himself worse among the people. It often happens with him. When he is in the spotlight, his brain begins to lose control. Eric wasn’t a closed guy, but there were not many people, whom he allowed to come beyond the wall, which he constructed around himself.

      Astonished citizens left their houses in order to see the unusual sight. Looking at the ruined green wealth of the town, each expressed his assumption, how this could happen.

      “It’s so strange, the wind wasn’t so strong,” – said Wilma Nilsson his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Persson. In respond she said: “Yes, it’s just impossible!” – the old lady was completely bewildered, she began to correct her color shabby wig.

      “It was a tornado, I saw it!” – a little boy told to his buddies. “You’re lying!” – They shouted at him. “Tornadoes would have ripped trees from the roots!” – Little boy Thomas Valine, lashed out at his friend, who had a good imagination.

      The clouds dispersed and the sun has almost disappeared behind the horizon. Now, every day daylight hours will be reduced, depriving people of a couple of extra hours, when they could enjoy the sun. It looks pretty sad.

      Erik looked back, holding his breath. The place that considered to be the place of a free rest, has become a frighteningly repulsive. Crippled trees seemed to be telling him: “It’s your fault!”

      Now and forever, this way for him is closed.

      Soiled and wet through clothes were hanging from the thin body. It wasn’t visible the red soles on his white sneakers because of the layer of sticky mud on it. Drooping Eric decided to go home, because he had nowhere else to go.

      He didn’t want to return to the cage, in which his house has distorted in the presence of Charles Lanter.

      Gradually the town streets were filled with people. Some people moved to the side of the park, to find out the cause of accumulation of the crowd around it, and someone was going to the cafe to Holm in order to discuss what they had seen.

      Eric regretted that it wasn’t dark. Passersby hit him with wide variety of curious glances. He had a terrible sight! His eyes were full of shock, his clothes were stained and torn – this ensemble looked not very charmingly. Some people at the sight of Eric moved to the other side of the road. They weren’t afraid; they did it from a sense of disgust. Eric was very surprised. He always struck by the fact that ordinary people, such as the residents of the Silent Valley could behave yourself with arrogance.

      “Interesting, who they took me?” – he thought with a grin.

      Despite the condemning spitting, Eric tried to cheer himself. Though it was impossible, after what had happened. Trying not to pay any attention to staring in his direction people, he kept going, hiding his eyes under the long gray bangs, sticking out from under the wet hood.

      Turning into an empty lane in order to avoid possible collisions with Noah, Eric stopped and pressed himself against the brick wall of an abandoned house.

      He couldn’t suppress the thought, which accused him of madness any more. It squeezed his brain, convincing him in frenzy. He didn’t understand what it could be: What has decided to spoil his hard life?

      Eric passed by the lively place of the Silent Valley, then he sighed with relief, that was unlikely to last for long time, because soon he will have to breathe differently.

      He will have to spend time with person, who causes a desire to stop breathing at all.

      The man, whose increased self-esteem wasn’t supported by any life’s achievements – but he constantly pestered Eric with reproaches. To hear it from the loser wasn’t the most pleasant thing for him.

      In his youth, Carl Lanter played bass in a band, which was popular in the nightclubs of the town. Not having had time to disperse properly, he shifted gears, making one mistake after another. As a result, his star didn’t succeed: the birth occurred at the stage of collapse. Mr. Lanter proved not those, who gets up after the fall, he continues to lie and wait for someone to help him to overcome his problems.

      Eric, by the way, couldn’t understand, how his mother could love such a man? And why didn’t she left him after all that he had done and did not. Eric thought that, most likely, she is simply afraid of him. She is afraid of his hands, which have repeatedly made her hurt. Or maybe the whole thing was in her excessive kindness and faith in a hopeless?

      “How can I convince her?” – The desperate hope seemed inaccessible to Eric.

      The wind directed straight forward. A gentle breath of wind enveloped the Eric’s body and ruffled his wet hair. It was already dusk, lights in the street began to light up in a random order. After rising to the top of the hill, Eric, as usually, stood some time outside his home. He was thinking about what would happen if he turned back. After a few seconds, with sadness in his eyes and weighed down by his thoughts, Eric continued to go, promising himself that he would soon get rid of despotism.

      Not having had time to open the black door, he immediately heard the disgusting, soaked rage scream of the tormentor.

      – Who is it? – The resentful voice of Mr. Lanter came out of the living room.

      Ignoring the nasty sounds, Eric walked into the corridor. He heard Carl Lanter gets up from the couch – quite rare thing for him- and goes to him. His heart started to beat the countdown, preparing for defense.

      – Where is your mother? – Monster came out of the shadows into the corridor, which was lit by dilapidated lamp. – Why she doesn’t respond to my calls?! – His breath was as nasty as his words, which poisonous hatred all around him.

      – I have no idea – Eric said dryly, no longer able to tolerate the disgusting creature beside him.

      As soon as he tried to escape in his room, Karl Lanter grabbed him by the arm, not allowing to move.

      – I didn’t finish with you!

      – Really? – Eric asked irritably, in a loud voice.

      – Well, shut up – growled the monster, clutching Eric’s wrist. – Quickly tell me where she is, bastard? – His eyes bloodshot with anger.

      – Go to hell! – Angry shouted Eric, tearing his limb from his fat paws.

      After changing the direction, he went to the kitchen.

      – Give me your phone! – Demanded the tyrant, following directly behind Eric.

      In the hope that the ringing contraption will help him get rid of the madman, Eric shook out everything from his pockets in search of a mobile phone. Being killed by the ecstasy, he had forgotten what had happened to his phone.

      – I don’t have it, – recalling the shrunk piece of metal in his hand, said Eric.

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