#Chapter 99: The Delusional Seclusion

Arthur’s POV I climb my way out of Noah’s dungeon. I take in a deep breath of fresh air and only for a moment are my senses cleared. The fresh scent of pine from the trees replaces the smell of metallic blood clogging my nostrils. I shake my head in hopes to clear my vision, but the sun is throwing off my focus. I can’t seem to see straight and my skin is prickling beneath the warm rays, as if overly aware of each sun beam. The more I stand still the more I become irritated by it all, so I move. A few people have tried to stop me, maybe recognizing who I am or maybe they’re moved by compassion seeing a fellow being in such a state of frenzy distress, but I brush them off. I can’t stop to talk. How do I explain whose blood this is? What if I lose control and bite them? Even the thought of that has enough power to make me consider doing it. I bellow out a frustrated cry and move faster. Wind rushes past me, noise and sights of passerby’s become a blur, everything else in the worl