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going on." The other man nodded, then the two began to run again, passing both Brian and Heathers hiding place.

    "Stay there, Heather." Brian said to the girl as he turned and followed the two men for a bit. Once he was sure she was in the clear, he returned to her and did his best to merge with her again, It was difficult, as she was smaller than he, and she was crouched quite low. "Heather, you need to take the back way to my house. Go to Brian's house, you will be safe.”

    He wasn't sure what he was doing, but a thrill ran through him when he decided to tell her to go to his home. He was sure it was the right thing to do, but he still felt excited about the entire prospect. "Do you hear me? Go to Brian's home. Safety. Go to Brian's."

    She stood slowly, unsteady and still hesitant, before brushing the twigs from her hair and clothes, and she vacated the bush. She looked down the way the two men had run, but it was obvious to Brian that the fog was too thick to see anything. "Go to Brian's. It's safe there."

    She shook her head as if trying to clear it. "I...should to go to Brian's till I figure out what’s going on..."

    He smiled as he watched her run off into the fog and into the small woods that would take her to his home. He couldn't help but wonder why he never tried this before.

     

     

Chapter 2

    Brian combed his thick dark brown hair to the side for the hundredth time. No matter what he did, the long swath of hair would drop over his right eye, covering half of his face. Well maybe not half, but it sure felt like it. He had been meaning to get more hair gel from the store, but he just hadn't bothered to get around to it lately.

    "Well it can't be helped now..." he mumbled to himself. Any moment now, Heather would be bursting into his home, panicked and looking for help. A smile crept onto his face as he thought about it. Admittedly he wouldn't have dared anything like this in the past, but the current circumstances were definitely falling in his favor.

    Brian took one last look into the large mirror set into his bedroom dresser. His blue jeans and black tee shirt looked clean enough, he wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous. He never thought he would be one to have butterflies in their stomach.

    Downstairs, he could hear the back kitchen door squeak as someone opened it. Well, this is it... he thought. He paused again to look at himself, before turning to head for the kitchen, his hair already fallen in front of his face by the time he left his room. He wasn't too sure where this was all going to lead to, but it really didn't matter. The most important thing was that he was about to get some alone time with Heather. For once, no Chuck, no school, no dreams to wake from. Nothing to interfere with them for the first time. He just hoped she wouldn't find him to boring.

    "Hello?" he could hear her voice trembling from the kitchen "Brian, are you here?"

    "Heather?" he walked into the almost empty kitchen. He really hadn't used it since his Mother had died six months earlier in a car accident. There really wasn't much use for it. The only thing he actually used was the refrigerator, and sometimes the table, which sat square in the center of the room. His aunt Margret provided him with all the food he needed, so cooking was not a necessity for him, though he did like the taste of some food still, mostly memories from his past when he was younger.

    "Heather, what are you doing here?" He asked, as he reached out for her with his right hand.

    Heather paused as is if considering his words for the first time, the look of confusion crossing her face. "I..I don't know." She paused, and looked back out the way she had come in. The door still standing wide open.

    Brian could see cuts along her arms where branches had obviously scratched her as she hurried to the safety of his house, and a smudge or two of dirt lined her beautiful face. "Come here and sit down for a second. You're safe now." He laid his hands on