Warning: This story will contain slash (sexual homosexuality), bad language, gore, and generally disturbing images. If any of these things put you off, then please move on to something else to read.

If none of those things bother you, let me now inform you that this story will turn out to be comedy in the upcoming chapters, so don't be too worried about it.

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Jandyn scowled and pulled his heavy brown coat tighter around his thin shoulders; long, bony fingers clasping the material until their knuckles turned white. Cool fall wind ruffled his already mussed hair, sending dark, wiry locks to flap at sunken cheeks. His reputation preceded him, sending the late children and teens scrambling from his path and back to their respective homes as the sun sunk into oblivion. He shoved a young girl from his way as she hesitated, not moving fast enough to avoid his long-legged stride.

The cemetery was dark when Jandyn finally reached the locked gate, swathed in inky shadows that criss-crossed among the countless gravestones. He slipped past the bars easily, flat stomach only just brushing against the metal bars as he slithered through. Mist swirled around his boots as he took his first step into the cemetery and onto a fresh grave and the full moon glared down at him menacingly, a silent warning against entering on such a night- but he disregarded it without so much as a glance, walking in further and leaving soil footprints in his wake on the crisp trimmed grass. He walked with stern determination; each light, fast step landing firmly with the purpose of leading him away from the peaceful slumbering of town life and into the deep silence of the dead.

Jandyn paused at the wild beginnings of undergrowth that crept from a small patch of trees- if he went any further, he would be walking right into the woods that lined the cemetery. There was a brief moment of silent deliberation before he moved on, brushing away a few clinging branches that sprung into his path. Tonight, there would be no worrying about wild animals or whatever else might be creeping along in the darkness of the trees... because after tonight, whether by his own hand or another’s, he wouldn’t be alive to care.

Yes. Ugly, mean, evil mister Jandyn Prite would soon be joining the cheery cluster of gravestones the townies mourned so frequently. The expected him to always be there, a constant unpleasant presence they could torment until he was a bitter old man who chased children from his door... but Jandyn wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Twenty-four years had been more than enough and it was time to bring this nightmare to an end; even if it meant sending himself to another, more permanent hell.

Jandyn shivered as he dropped to his knees, fallen leaves crunching beneath him and swirling away on a small, chilly gust of wind. Looking up, he could just see the faintest traces of moonlight peeking through night blackened, bare branches. This- this would be the perfect setting. Reaching a shaking hand into one of the deep pockets of his coat, Jandyn pulled out a full bottle of pills with the label peeled off...

“I hope you’re not planning to do what I think you are.”

The bottle dropped and Jandyn was on his feet in seconds, whirling to find where the voice had come from. Who was it this time? Which stupid, insufferable, pest of a towns person had come to ruin his final moment? Pale blue eyes narrowed as they landed on the faint outline of someone crouching in the shadows. Obviously, someone had followed him, watching and waiting to make such a timely interruption. The voice was unfamiliar, but familiarity meant little when it came to young boys having their fun with the local mockery.

Jandyn glared at the dark form, backing away slowly. Something always had to go wrong- and now the whole town would pity him, on top of everything else. Unacceptable.

“We’re running out of room around here, so you can’t be staying here- and poison has such an unpleasant aftertaste, I couldn’t possibly stomach eating you if you croak that way.” The shadowed person rose to its feet, limping unsteadily into a patch of silver light. “See the problem?”

No, Jandyn saw no problem with his own plans- but he had a vast problem with what he was seeing. With a scream that startled him more than it did the creature before him, Jandyn ran. He run until his legs were buckling, lungs burning, and his front door slammed behind.

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