CHAPTER THREE

He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he had to figure it out. He slowly got out of bed and crept through the house. It was almost completely dark, but he could make out the figures of the furniture. He felt his way through the hall and into the kitchen. He looked outside at the yard. There was no movement, and everything looked fine. He checked the door, and it was locked. So what was wrong? He felt a hand on his shoulder, and spun around to see Vicious.

"V-Vicious!" Gren choked out

"Gren, what are you doing out here?"

'Vicious' flipped the light switch on, and even though Gren's vision was still blurry because of not adjusting just yet, he had recognized the voice.

"Gren, if you call me Vicious again, I'm gonna have to hurt you. How can you even compare me to that. . .that. . ." Christa couldn't even think of what to call the man.

"I think it's your hair. It's the same color and style. You should really think about getting it cut." Gren joked around, still a bit nervous from being startled.

She giggled a little bit, but then remembered that he hadn't answered her question.

"Why were you out here?"

"I don't know, really. I just had this weird feeling. . .maybe it's some side-effects of whatever magick you and your sister used on me."

"Look, I don't want you wandering the house. You stay in your room, got it?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. I'll stay in there from now on. I didn't mean to wander around." Gren apologized.

Christa walked him to his room and he went inside, closing the door.

'Wow. They seemed to completely switch personalities.'

He did have reasoning behind thinking that. When he had first met them, Christa was friendly, spunky, and hyper, and Jess didn't want to have anything to do with him, and now, it seemed the other way around. He'd spent enough time thinking about this, and decided not to dwell on the subject. He went back to the room he was supposed to stay in, and tried to go back to sleep, but every time he was just about to fall asleep, he got a feeling in the pit of his stomach that kept him awake; that feeling that people sometimes get when they are being watched. He kept trying to ignore the feeling, but it kept persisting, and eventually, he made his decision.

He crept back into the kitchen and walked back to the door that led outside. Quietly turning the knob, he opened the door, stepping outside. He'd just shut the door behind himself, when he realized what he was doing, and even more, the fact that he had no idea why he was doing it. The little voice in the back of his brain had told him to go outside, but he had no clue why. Then he spotted it. Something he should have noticed earlier. The ship they had ridden had a fairly new paint-job, that was obvious, but Gren also noticed that aside from the new paint job, the ship itself was very old. The design, the year it was made, it was all very familiar to him. It was the exact replica, if not for the colors, of the ship Vicious owned.

"Vicious." He spat the name with a venom in his voice.

Why the design of the ship mattered to Gren was beyond him. Hundreds of ships had that make and year, but just the simple fact that the girls had picked the model of the ship Vicious had picked, and the fact that he was having these strange dreams or visions. . .could the girls have some how stumbled across Vicious' ship and stolen it, painting over it to keep anyone from knowing it had been stolen.

Gren wandered around the yard, noticing all of the equipment they had. Bull's-eyes for target practice, punching bags hanging from limbs on the trees, random wooden weapons lying around on the ground, and a home-made obstacle course that looked like something used for military or FBI training. Why would two young girls need all of this equipment; true they were bounty hunters but what would they ever use all of it for. Typically, bounty hunters had standard equipment only; this made it much easier for them to travel around, because bounty hunters were also the hunted. Those who had been taken in for the bounty would sometimes escape, and when this would happen, they would usually dedicate most of the rest of their lives to finding the person who had turned them in. Christa and Jess were definitly not the type of girls to travel around a lot, not with this much equipment, anyway.

Gren wasn't really sure what he would say if the girls came outside and caught him, but he wanted to get a closer look of the ship that looked so much like the one that Vicious had owned. He approached it, glancing back once to check on the doorway to make sure that Jess and Christa hadn't heard him, and when he saw that the coast was clear, he continued to approach the ship. Once he was close enough to touch the wings of the ship, he looked inside of the engine and checked the maker's date. It was from the same year as Vicious' old ship; next, he pulled open the door and stepped inside. Once he was sitting behind the wheel, he looked at his surroundings. The interior had been re-done, but once again, it was the exact replica of Vicious' ship.Things were starting to get very suspicious for Gren, and he was wondering if perhaps he shouldn't trust these girls.

Gren was just about to exit the ship, when he saw something moving on the lawn, straight ahead of him. He froze for a few seconds to think, hoping he could figure out who or what he had seen. After a few moments, he calmed himself, deciding that it was simply an animal that had been passing by. Once he had settled himself down, he decided to go back inside. No sooner had he gotten out and shut the door, did he hear a sound from behind him. He turned around, and felt himself go pale. He was standing face to face with a sword.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

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