Chris sat on his bed, wondering on how to trick these hunters. It been a year and a half, and he felt like a prisoner, being left in the house. He missed all his friends outside, but Fury took them that he still cared for them. One thing Fury told them that Chris told her, was that no one would come by to see him or else it would spark a hunter's mind to follow.
Linda felt the same way of imprisonening her son. But how can she endanger her son's life?
Chris' scar from Jeff's knife was almost white instead of purple. Soon his memory of Pretty Girl vanished. All he wanted was freedom, and it took his head instead of Pretty Girl.
William was out on the road once again, working his trucking skills, for deliveries. He thought about his son before he slept, hoping the boy was alright.
Even Martin, in Maine, lived in constant fear of Chris. He didn't dare tell Laura or Aviva... especially Aviva. Ever since she met Chris, she was so fluttered.
So the family lived in constant fear... until one dreadful midnight.
One morning, Linda smiled at her bedridden son. "Chris, dear, wake up."
"Mom?"
Chris' eyes were caked with sand. He got out of bed and smiled, "I never woke this late before."
Linda sat next to her son, "I know. It's strange of you." She winked.
Chris looked at his calender, "Today's your anniversary, Mom!"
"i know, sweetie, but your father-"
"Mom, come on! You haven't had a moment of time with Dad in seventeen years!"
Linda smiled. Her dear Chris was seventeen years old. Next month, he would be eighteen, the year of finding a life for himself, and possibly a family.
Chris smiled, "Mom. I promise that I will stay in the house. If anything happens, I know your number and the police. Also, I know where the closest notepad is."
Linda chuckled, "Oh, Christopher!"
"I'm serious, Mom," he smiled bigger. He had nothing planned, but for his parents to be alone.
"What about the chores?"
"I know them all! Cooking, washing, sweeping, cleaning, all that stuff that poor women like you deal with every day."
Linda smiled at her humble son, "A woman would surely love your spirit, son."
"Woman. Me? Nah!"
"What about Pretty Girl?"
"Who?"
Linda lost her smile. Her son had forgotten Pretty Girl... He only saw her in his face once... and that was it. "Oh, honey..."
"Mom, you and dad need me."
"You need a family yourself. A woman to love you and you love her. Children of your own."
"Mom, I don't have what it takes to be a husband or father like Dad."
"You don't have to be like your father, just be you."
Chris snapped, "A wild man?"
Linda sighed, her son didn't understand. His spirit is strong and loving, but the outward of him looked frightening.
William was home that day. Chris kept pushing his parents to be alone for the night. William finally gave in, "Okay, son. You are right, your mother and I hadn't been alone for a while."
"Go! Enjoy yourselves. I'll be fine."
So the parents left, leaving Chris sitting in a turmoil mess.
He frowned, "I can't believe this. All my life I fought wild cats, snakes, and even men, I can't fight this one."
Fury came in the house, "What's going on?"
"Mom and Dad's anniversary is today. They're spending the night alone."
"You're home alone?"
"I'm fine, Fury!"
"But... but there are hunters in the area!"
Chris gasped, "WHAT?!"
Chris quickly turned the lights off. He quietly went upstairs, with Fury behind him. "Quiet, Fury. I am so nervous right now."
Inside Chris' room, there was board next to his only window that faced the sunrise. He took the board and quickly covered the whole window. Once no light from the moon outside shone through, he was safe enough to turn on his light.
Fury sat quiet as Chris got his bed clothes. He said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Is it safe?"
"Should be."
BANG!
Chris gasped... Fury got up, "Did you lock the back door?"
Chris gulped, "No... Fury. When you're ready, get out of here and get help! Get the animals. If I am not here but my parents try to help me, okay?"
"Okay."
Creak. Creak.
Chris sighed and turned out the light. He and Fury got in the closet. There was a secret door that Ailliam inserted in case something like this happened. So Chris and Fury went inside and Chris shut the door. It was only opened by a hard, hard push if nothing was inside. So he should be safe.
Creckkkkk, the door opened. Chris panted hard, but quiet. He felt scared.
"Son?"
Chris lifted his head, "Dad?"
He stepped out of the secret chamber out of the closet. He looked in his lighted room, "Dad?"
BANG!
