I walked through the forest, feeling the world close around me. I knew I couldn't shake the feeling of not being alone, But I didn't care. Lucian my best friend, the sole one who helped me escaped was laying dead in the streets of Maine. He was Killed for not giving me up, It was a sure sign that they were after me again. I just passed through the camp barrier, when A flood seemed to occur, It was pouring down rain and making it hard to see. When i reached a pond, whether newly made or one of old, I sank to my knees. Ponds, Lakes, Rivers... That was Lucian's dream, to swim. He loved it and wanted to go pro. Tears started to stream from my eyes, but washed away with the falling rain. MY phone bleeped singing out Adele's "Fire to the Rain". It was them, it had to be, they were hunting me. I ignored the phone, losing my self in the song. I closed my eyes and thought, suddenly hearing a whooshing sound, like gasoline catching fire quickly. TO my surprise when I opened my eyes, the rain drops were flaming.