Alec watched the guy, Tyler. Interesting character. A bit like himself, really...
But no matter. He needed to vanish; the fight was over, everything was set straight. These students could take care of their own. Alec shook his head when Tyler turned the box to him. "No, I'm fine."
Alec strode away, back down the hall and out the door. He reentered the courtyard, breathing in the sweet smell of the fabulous outdoors. He jogged over to the treeline, to a trail only he knew about and could access. It was his own trail, leading a mile into the forest, winding through the brush, over a creek, past a cave, and into the outskirts of the darkest parts of the forest.
He sighed when he finally came upon his simple house, an abandoned shack he had remodeled and fortified; he had stumbled upon the crumbling piece after running from Stalin's forces for three days and chose to make it his home. He knew how to survive off the land, with the creatures here. He even had a few books he had brought with him that taught him more about survival. But the best teacher was experience.
Since that time, he had found a new, official house in town, and a job, but this place was a good escape. He often came out here just to get away from the world and harsh realities.
He groaned, leaning his staff against the wall beside the hammock he had raised against the back wall. Finally, peace. He plopped down in it, closing his eyes as he relaxed and began to lightly doze.
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