( All of the songs I have posted in my work, I apologize for now crediting the authors. Half asleep when I was writing all of this. I am not fixing my mistake.

Chapter 1: Song Name Lilium - Elfed Lied ( I can't recall the one who sings it. _" Don't judge me. )

Chapter Three : Song Name: Freedom - Claire Maguire

Again, sorry for the confusion folks. Enjoy the new Chapter! )

( This song is by Maroon 5 ft, Rozzi Crane - Come Away To The Water )

Come away little loss
Come away to the water
To the ones that are waiting only for you
Come away little loss
Come away to the water
Away from the life that you always knew
We are calling to you
Come away little light
Come away to the darkness
In the shade of the night we'll come looking for you
Come away little light
Come away to the darkness
To the ones appointed to see it through
We are calling for you
We are coming for you

Come away little lamb
Come away to the water
Give yourself so we might live anew
Come away little lamb
Come away to the slaughter
To the ones appointed to see this through
We are calling for you
We are coming for you

Come away little lamb
Come away to the water
To the arms that are waiting only for you
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the one appointed to see this through
We are calling for you
We are coming for you
We are coming for you
We are coming for you

Having drifted off to sleep to the gentle rhythm of the tunes coming out of the old Jukebox, he had set up a soothing track list, choosing records he knew weren't over loaded with heavy metal music, or anything that would startle anyone in the house awake. Merely wanting soft music, something to sooth the ache in his chest, to quell the timber of the drum beat in his heart.

He wanted a moment to relax, a moment to ease the pain, to see if he could pull himself back together, to see if he could quell the anger he felt, the sleepless nights he was forced to endure.

The original plan for the evening was to solve the dilemma of his heart, to go over just how why his life was the way it was, why he could never find a bit of happiness. Why he could not just heal the pain that lay just beneath the surface.

But it did not go that way, as soon as he laid back on the couch, he was lulled off to sleep by the gentle rumble of the music, the sweet pitter patter of rain on the roof and the hum of the electric sign outside. As his eye lids fell shut, he rolled over, silver hair tousling as he did so.

The music did nothing to keep the nightmares away, the hungry demons in his mind that always laid in wait, watching, always watching, wanting to see if his guards was down. Wanting to strike when he was at his weakest. And now...he was, he was...

He was alone, hurting and for the first time in years, without someone to lay beside him. for now, he was a pulsing target.

And they were coming for him...