Sorry for the long wait everyone! Here is Chapter 2, hope you like it!

Chapter Two

My eyes snap open, fixated on the ceiling above me. I blink, confused at what woke me. Then I hear it, or rather, the lack of it. The wind has dropped. I frown, wondering why that should have bothered me enough to wake me. Perhaps being on the run for the last 14 years had tuned my senses. I shrug and rest my head back on my pillow, closing my eyes. But something is still wrong, and now little warning bells are going off in my head.

I hear a rustle from across the room and sit up slowly to see that Cason is up. He has a knife in his hand and moves silently to the door, peering through the shades. I watch him intently, my heart pounding in my chest. After what seems like an eternity, Cason moves away from the door, shrugging. I let out a sigh of relief, glad to know that today won't be my last day. That the Mogadorians hadn't caught up with me yet.

Then, suddenly, chaos erupts. The wall behind Cason seems to explode and arms grab him around the middle and drag him back. I don't hesitate. I dive out the window and run.

Cason and I had gone over all of this before, more than once. If the Mogadorians caught us, I was to run away. Run as far and as fast as I could. I was not to look back. I was not supposed to try to help Cason.

All of this had been drilled into me so that it became instinctive. Now, as I run, I feel a pang of guilt and pain. Cason had been my mentor, and was like a father figure to me. But I push those thoughts aside. There will be time for them later.

If there is a later.

I will myself to a greater speed. Trees blur past me in the darkness. Sensing rather than seeing, I jump over a faller log and keep going, never breaking my stride. Behind me, I hear a crashing sound and fear jolts through me.

They're catching up. Fast.

Ahead of me I see the faint line of the chasm and prepare myself. For an ordinary human, the jump would be impossible. But for me, it's like stepping over an unusually large puddle.

As I hit the opposite side I roll with the impact. Then I'm back on my feet and running. Always running. The sound of my feet hitting the ground fills my mind until it's all I can hear, all I can think about. The rhythmic thud thud thud have an almost soothing affect. And then, a single thought seems to pierce through to my consciousness. Something that Cason had said the previous day.

"Some legacies just need a spur of action to kick into gear."

And idea forms in my mind and I cling to it desperately, knowing that it's the only thing that might save me. I concentrate hard, willing any distractions out of my head. I know that it would probably be best if I weren't constantly moving, but at the moment, stopping isn't an option. I let my mind relax, focus my thoughts on the task at hand, picture everything clearly in my head, and suddenly, I feel as if someone has just punched me. I gasp, grabbing at my side, thinking it's the Mogadorians. But there's no one behind me, or in front of me. Nobody except myself.

I am staring into the bewildered eyes of my duplicate.

This is the strangest sensation I have ever felt. But my instincts take over once more and I'm running again, my duplicate running a few meters to the right of me. But it's wrong to refer to him as a different person because he is me. I am two people at once. I can feel myself running two different paths, see two different views in front of me, can look across and see me running. There are no words to describe the sensation.

Then I dive into the bushes. At least one of me does. My other half stops and I look around, confused. I must have sensed something wrong to have tried to hide. The forest around me is dead silent. There is no wind, no falling leave, it's as if the entire world is waiting to see what will happen. An uneasy feeling washes over me and involuntarily I take a step forward, towards myself hiding in the undergrowth- and straight into the path of a hand that clenches around my throat. My own hands scrabble to break the iron grip but it's no use, and I find myself looking deep into the soulless eyes of a Mogadorian. He laughs as I choke. From the bushes, I can see that there are another two Mogadorians behind the one who's choking me. They laugh with their leader.

I can now feel strength leaving me. Pain clouds my head and darkness blinds me. In the undergrowth, my body slumps to the ground in defeat. In the Mogadorian's grip I feel myself go limp.

Then I don't feel anything at all.