I heard yelling and ran towards it, recognizing Nathan's anguished cry in a second. I realized it must have been Blake and pumped my legs harder, trying to ignore the stinging from Nathan's last shot. I reached back into my pocket and pulled out the handgun that was tucked back into my pant pocket. I slowed as I came closer, listening intently for Nathan's cry. The pain in my leg started to tingle; like when a limb falls asleep from the lack of blood-flow. The numbness came over the pain, silencing as if it was suffocated with the numbing tingles. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and stepped towards the trees again, looking for Nathan. Either something really good or really bad happened. That could be the only explanation for his pain leaving my body.

The screeching sound of train breaks split my eardrums in half and I winced from the loud noise. Train cars the size of houses were scattered on random rails while another pile was off to the side, rusted wheels resting in the dirt. I jumped up and followed Nathan, who ducked behind another car. Keeping my body lowered to the ground, I hid from the bright sun pocketing sunshine through some dark clouds. The cool wind was cutting through the holes previously embedded in my sleeves, but it kept me hidden so the battered shirt stayed on. Nathan's midnight fur was enough to keep him from being spotted. But now that it was light, all of these dark clothes only made us more suspicious and conspicuous. I looked at the rail cars driving by, looking for the number

“Yes what?” Nathan's lip curled up slightly in amusement. “You know I can still read some of your thoughts. Yes, I killed kids. Is that really the reason you went with that guy? Because he told you about my past?” “No, I told you I didn't grab his hand, he took mine.” “Whatever,” he said, still not believing me. I shook my head. “So why did you do it?” Nathan leaned his head back on the rusty car and peered at me down his nose. “It's a long story.&r

I woke in utter darkness. A few moments passed before I remembered where I was. The gym. The high school. I was hiding with Nathan, and I guess we both must have fallen asleep. Then I realized it; all the lights were off. The air around me suddenly felt harder to breathe. My hands groped in the darkness. I opened my mouth to speak, but just before I could, I felt a finger press firmly against my lips. Nathan was silencing me. The only light that displayed itself was the light leaking through the crack in the gym doors. It was just enough light to see Nathan. He was sitting up and sat utterly st

Familiar trees started surrounding us on the small, winding road. The small car we got was barely able to climb up this mountain, but slowly, it sputtered along the hills. I had mixed feelings about seeing the house again. I mean, if it was still standing and hidden, it's probably where Claire and Junto were hiding. But seeing that Blake was a Spiritwalker has started to disintegrate my hope. There was only one way to find out who survived, but I don't know if I could live with myself knowing I got my friends killed. Nathan cut the engine as we came to the front of the house. The beautiful garden was dead and deflated, void of any color. The ivy snaking around the structure were just dead vines and made the house look haunting.