+Being Destroyed+The open road. What a beautiful place it was. Nothing but open skies and open roads; nothing in my path to stop me. My mission; was simple. Destroy or be destroyed by the one whom I trusted the most. It had been just over a year now since I left my home, my father was chasing me everywhere I went to bring me to my knees. As much as I refused to accept it, I did miss home, I could image it now; a small country house covered with long dark green vines that this year had flower buds on them, that bloomed into beautiful flowers.I remember that he always used to pick one, and tell me that every flower on the vine, would remind him of