Skye Maelstrom Faust
It is dark and the moon is full. I am standing on the roof of a large
building in a city of many thousands. I can't remember the last time I
stopped to rest. All my life I have been running.
So far I have been lucky. I have escaped with my life. I have lost my wife and children to my hunters. The few friends I had abandoned all hope in me a long time ago.
I am alone, penniless and afraid. But they still do not have what they want: me.
I think it is ironic that I have eluded them for so long and so easily. Surely their search should have uncovered me long ago. And still they search for me.
My sanity even now threatens to give way beneath the pressure upon it. But I will not allow it. They have taken everything from me. They will not have my mind.
But I am so alone. It would be better to turn myself in. I can only try to hold out forever. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.
I will try.
I will confound them.
They will never catch me.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is a copyright of Skye
Maelstrom Faust (Michael Woods), 1998. All rights reserved.