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Chapter 2

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Kids' voices could be heard as their parents dropped them off at the campsite.

Twelve-year-old Chris Larabee got out of his parents' Dodge Ram. He had blond hair and wore black shoes, black jeans, and a black T-shirt. The most interesting thing about him though, was his amazing green eyes - they could send shivers down your spine.

Chris looked around the camp, then looked back at his parents with a pleading look. "Why can't I just stay at home?" Chris asked.

His mother, who was in her early thirties, with long blond hair and soft green eyes, turned to Chris. "Because it's time to move out of the shadows," she told him softly.

Chris looked at his father, who just shook his head. "Sorry, but if I don't follow along, Mrs Wells will kill me," Michael Larabee said in his own defence.

Chris sighed as he walked to the boot and grabbed his bag.

"Have fun - it's only for a month. You know Miss Nettie; and Buck is here as well," Elizabeth Larabee said with a smile.

Chris just shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on, you'll love it. I'm going to miss you so much," Elizabeth said as she gave her son a hug.

"Mom!" Chris said in embarrassment as he saw some kids looking at him.

"Sorry, Honey. Please try to have fun!" Elizabeth begged, as she got back into the car.

"Take care, Son," Michael said as he waved, before getting into the driver's side.

"Remember to call!" Elizabeth shouted as they drove off.

Chris waved until he saw them disappear from view. Then he let out a tired sigh.

He looked around the camp, trying to find Buck, his friend. The camp was situated in the middle of a wood and was far, far away from civilisation. In front of him was the main house, which was wooden and there was little campsites on either side.

He looked at the sign just above him. "Welcome to Camp Canon," Chris read out aloud. He just shook his head as he looked around again. He saw many other children his age and his gaze stopped when he noticed a few girls gathering in a crowd. He looked past the girls and noticed a twelve-year-old boy with dark brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt, with blue jeans. One word came to Chris's mind when he saw the grin on the kid's face. "Buck," Chris said as he shook his head.

Chris looked around some more, forgetting Buck for the moment. He saw that parents were still dropping off their kids. On his right he noticed a path and Chris started to walk along it since no one was looking. The path was narrow, with trees and bushes growing by the sides. The farther he walked, the darker it became.

Chris had been walking for about ten minutes, when he heard noises coming from the side. He stopped immediately, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn't hear what exactly was being said, but he heard the anger in the tone. Knowing that he couldn't turn away, Chris decided it best if he went off the path; so he headed into the bushes, hoping that it would provide cover.

As he got closer, he noticed two big kids holding a skinny kid in their grasp. Chris was just about to go and help the kid, when he felt someone watching him. He turned to his right.

All that Chris noticed were the blue eyes as their eyes met. Chris hadn't ever met the kid before, but he felt as if he had; a silent communication was held, both of them knew what to do next.

Chris turned back to the two bullies.

Nathan Jackson wanted to curse himself for wandering around in the woods by himself. Now he was caught by these two bullies.

"I suggest you release him," a strong, unwavering voice said from behind him.

Nathan turned to see a boy of about twelve standing there, dressed entirely in black.

"Oh, yeah? You and what army?" one bully asked.

"This one," a voice came from behind them.

Nathan and the two bullies jumped as they heard the voice. They turned to see a skinny kid holding a slingshot, ready to fire.

"I'm not warning you again," Chris ordered.

'I'll give you to the count..." the boy continued.

"...Of five," Chris finished.

"Four,"

"Three,"

"Two," they spoke together.

"ONE," they both threatened.

The two bullies decided against staying any longer as they released Nathan and ran past Chris.

Nathan smiled at his saviours. "Thanks," he said.

Nathan looked at the kid behind him - he had long brown hair that came to his shoulders and he wore old brown shoes, old worn brown pants, and a light brown T-shirt, which was hidden by a brown coat. The thing that caught Nathan's eyes was the little boy's blue eyes.

"Vin Tanner," the blue-eyed boy greeted.

"Nathan Jackson," the boy whom they'd just rescued said.

"Chris Larabee," the blond dressed in black greeted.

Chris and Vin looked at each other; it was the first time in years that they felt safe.

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To be continued...