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Chapter 3

Kendi's POV

I woke up later, the sun blinding me.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

Luke?

His room was empty in the light.

Luke?

I sat up on his bed, when a glint of white caught my eye.

i picked it up and read it slowly.

Kendi,

I love you with all my heart and I'm sorry. I have to leave. I have to get help. Maybe Ill find dad. You'll be okay. Just dont tell mom I ran away. I promise I'll be back soon.

Luke

tears filled my eyes.

"Luke." I sobbed softly.

"Kendi?"

I heard mom's voice.

quickly, i stood up, dropping my blanket and scurrying to the closet.

"Kendi?"

She grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a stop.

"Where's Luke?"

"I... I dunno."

"Where is your brother?"

Her voice was growing louder.

I started to cry harder.

And then her eyes glazed over.

"Their fates!"

"Stop Mommy!"

"Luke, his fate! Hermes help!"

"Mommy!" I screeched.

"Fates!"

Her grip on my hand tightened.

"Stop mommy! You're hurting me."

"Fates! Luke!"

She pulled my arm and flung me to the ground hard. i hit my head with a loud bang sound.

"OW mommy!"

I sobbed louder.

She quickly made her way out of the room, shouting.

"Ouch."

And i saw blackness.

The visions twisted, dancing through my mind. Trees, I blurs of trees. I wasn't there, but he was. His blond hair and skinny build. He was running. His breathing was heavy. He stopped, leaning against a tree. He had mud smeared over his face and clothes. His shirt was torn in several spots revealing bloody gashes. His knuckles were white as his figures intertwined the golf club. A roaring sound came from the distance. He jumped. His feet twitched as he moved back through the forest.

He dashed through trees, along a small river, eventually coming along a small road. Small low buildings began to glow in the distance. He hurried. This place speaks to me from a small memory long ago. This was a town a few miles south of the woods from our town.

Luke kept running. He moved slower as the energy began to drain from his body. He stumbled a few times, landing hard on the ground. A shadow draped over him, blocking him away from my dreams.

Luke's Pov

I had seen mom do that for years.

And i could handle some of it but Kendi couldn't. She was way too young.

She was scared of mom and so was I.

We needed help.

I had been laying on my bed, planning my next move. How would mom take it if I left? Would she take it out on Kendi? How will Kendi take all of this? Will she be okay after I'm gone? Whatever I do I had to do it fast. Sure I 'm only nine. But I knew. Mom was never able to hide it from me. The monsters always attacking, my ADHD, my dyslexia, and my dad, she told me when I was young. My dad was powerful. Why couldn't he help Kendi and me?

I staggered off my bed, pulling my stack of maps out from underneath. I had traced my figure over the route I wanted to take. Through the woods and enter in Willow Brooke. I had my bag packed, hidden in my closet, a weapon ready to go. I had fought with her after she had gotten home. I yelled at her. All she would say back was something about my fate. After years of her doing this to me, I never understood why.

She and I fought for a while. I had heard Kendi softly sobbing in the hall. I had gone to her, shushing her. I moved back into the kitchen, yelling at mom. That was when she hit me with her spatula. It was a metal one that came into contact with my nose. I clutched my nose as blood gushed through my fingers. I stormed back to my room slamming my door. Now, hours later, I sit in the middle of the room waiting. My nose bleed had slowed down but was still releasing drops of blood here and there.

After moments in this state, staring at the wall, listening to Kendi weep in her room, I started to move on impulse. I fumbled writing a quick simple note for Kendi, placing it on my mat. I pulled my bag and weapon from the closet and pulled a jacket on, letting it hug my arms and torso.

I pushed the window open, moving through the yard and into the distance.

I entered the woods around early morning. I noises holding an eerie ring through every echo. I began my journey.

In moments, a figure appeared overhead, a shadow darkening the dark. The shadow swooping down. In the moon light, I was able to make out the body of a fat falcon. A head that was truly indescribable. The claws swooped down at me again hitting my shoulder at an intense speed. I caught myself before I could fall. Grabbing a tree for support. I looked up, my eyes searching. The figure appeared again swooping down once more. I moved and began to jog through the trees. Dodging a new one around every turn. I had fallen a few times, picking myself up only to fall again. I was covered in mud. My shoulder was burning. I was out of breath. I stopped only hoping to have a moment. That was when I saw her. It was like she was there. Standing with me by the tree. She had her blonde hair in braid. Her eyes watching my movements. Her muscles tense when falcon swooped down again. I knew it wasn't really her. She wouldn't follow me. So I ran off leaving her behind me.

Kendi's Pov

A few hours later

I blinked my eyes. My eyesight blurry. I stumbled, grasping the wall. My shaky hand pushed the closet door open. I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. The moon shined through the open window. I stumbled moving in the dark. Waves of pain began splashing over my head. I braced myself, jumping through the window, running through the yard.

I had made my way to the town park, walking over to the empty swing and pushing myself back and forth. In and out, in and out, in and out. Just like Luke had shown me.

The sun climbed the sky. The swing had stopped many hours before. Now I just sat watching the sun climb the sky. And in an instant, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I hopped off the swing, freezing in my place when the rustling sound began to pour from the bush. I turned to see the bushes. My body tensed.

A creature shimmied from the bushes. Shimmering bronze skin. A rough shape. A fat body. An eye that stared at me. His breath was held a horrible odor as it lingered through his scowl. I turned and ran screaming. All I could do was scream. I ran through the grass fields heading back to my home. I know the one eyed creature followed me for a while, but I was quick.

I made my way into the woods.

It wouldnt find me there.

It couldn't find me there.

I hurried, hiding in the shadows as hours passed.

The sounds of the forrest quiet.

The sun gone, replaced by the moon.

My hand pressed against the bark of the tree. The journey ahead of me was long. The minutes carried on for hours.

My eyes frantically scanned the ground. Footprints lead through the mud puddles, moving around the trees. Following them lead me to puddles of blood. Some were spread across the forest floor. Red handprints darkened the bark of some trees. Tears began to stream down my face.

My feet carried my body quicker through the forest. The small bag hitting my back. Trees blurring by. The sun had started to descend behind the trees, drowning the ground in darkness. My paced stopped only long enough to pull a flashlight out of my bag. The small beam allowed me to see a few meters in front of me. He needed me. I could feel it deep in my heart.

Luke had been there for me. He was always there. When mom would have one of her attacks, he would protect me. I know she had hurt him. The letter he left me was proof. Other times, he would hide his bruised face, arms, and put on fakes smiles for me. He fought with her most days. They fought when she got home from work, after Luke had safely hid me in my room. He never wanted me to hear or see. Luke protected me. Luke would take me to school every morning and wait for me by the gate after school. We would go home together, waiting for the silence to be broken by mom. She would come home and begun her hours of cooking before bed. We would sleep in the smell of stale sandwiches and burned cookies. Luke and I always laughed at the flies. They would buzz around our heads. We laughed at the mirrors that were placed along each wall. Candles that mom had hid in every corner. We laughed every time we saw the bean bag medusa by the sink or the bean bag monsters in the front yard. Luke loved to mess around with the flying man in the kitchen. I missed Luke, but I kept running because he needed me.

The darkness was blinding. My muscles grew weaker with each step. I kept running. The memory of Luke's face flashed through my mind. His smile, the blue eyes and the blonde hair that fell in his face. The sun was completely gone. The crescent moon allowed little light as a guide. The beam from the flashlight was beginning to dull.

Within moments I was on the ground, face first. My left leg was burning. I reached my hand out grasping the flashlight firmly and turning to see my leg. My lower calf was stained red. I moved into a sitting position, moving my hand up and down my leg. A firing pain searing through my body. My fingers gripped the metal clamp. The flashlight beam helped me see the prongs that were in my skin. Five, my hand grasped five. My fingers struggled to pry the prongs away. I whimpered in pain, moving the flashlight to a better angle. Pulling harder on the clamp. My fingers kept sliding. My hand stretched out, pulling my bag to me. I used the flashlight to dig through the pockets. I pulled out a small screwdriver. Twisting the tiny screws. Luke showed me how to use one. He thought it would come in handy one day.

The screwdriver kept slipping in my fingers. It took minutes to pull a screw away. In a moment the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I stopped, listening to sticks crack from somewhere behind me. I panicked moving quicker with the screws. Soon I had a small pile of screws and was pulling the clamp away again. I whimpered in pain. Tears streaked my vision. But I knew what I had stepped in. Luke showed me one of these before. Many people in town would leave a few in the forest. He showed me many kinds of traps. Who uses them and what they are made to catch. He explained to me how these traps were made to catch rabbits.

I hurried off the ground, limping into a bush. I hid myself away, shutting off my flashlight, moving piles of leaves over my head and freezing in my spot. I watched though. My eyes squinting in the darkness. I could make out a darkened outline. A bird. It squawked a few times. The sound piercing through my ears. The bird moved, stopping near the rabbit trap, and moving away in the direction I thought Luke had gone. The sound of the bird was the same from my dream and had sent shivers down my spine.

Once I felt safe turned the light on, looking at my leg. I pulled a small cloth from my bag, wiping my leg. My stomach had twisted into knots. My leg was a mess. I had no clue what to do. Luke needed me and I couldn't help. I turned in my spot, hands on my stomach, as I began to puke.

Luke's Pov

A Few hours later

i had made my way through the woods. Hour of walking and running, made my legs ache,

But i had to keep going.

I had to for Kendi.

At that moment, i heard a loud squawk.

I looked up and within seconds, a figure appeared overhead, a shadow darkening the dark. The shadow swooping down. In the moon light, I was able to make out the body of a fat falcon. A head that was truly indescribable. The claws swooped down at me again hitting my shoulder at an intense speed. I caught myself before I could fall. Grabbing a tree for support. I looked up, my eyes searching. The figure appeared again swooping down once more. I moved and began to jog through the trees. Dodging a new one around every turn. I had fallen a few times, picking myself up only to fall again. I was covered in mud. My shoulder was burning. I was out of breath. I stopped only hoping to have a moment. That was when I saw her. It was like she was there. Standing with me by the tree. She had her blonde hair in braid. Her eyes watching my movements. Her muscles tense when falcon swooped down again. I knew it wasn't really her. She wouldn't follow me. So I ran off leaving her behind me.

Around midnight

I kept running. The light was long gone, and the moon left no guide for me. My shoulder had stopped bleeding when the sun had disappeared, but the pain still lingered. I was running blind, stopping to get some sleep when I thought it was safe.

The dreams were vivid. I had been at home again, in my room. Kendi had been on my mat crying. I wanted to go to her and comfort her, but I wasn't able to move.

She sat on my bed. A bag at her side. My note in her hand. The room was dark except for the dull light coming from the lamp in the corner. I watched her as she stood up heading to the window. Pushing the glass open and preparing to jump. Mom came into the room, creeping through the shadows. I wanted to stop her. She moved up to Kendi. She pulled her from the window, throwing Kendi to the ground.

"What are you doing Kendi?" She hissed.

'I… I…" Kendi stuttered.

"No." Her voice rasped. She moved in a snake like manner. Her pulling Kendi up from the ground. Pushing her into the closet. Kendi flew hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. She slid to the ground. Her eyes fluttering. Mom threw the bag onto of Kendi before closing the door. She crossed the room. Pausing to glance in my direction and then moving to the window, shutting it. She left the room, leaving a hurt Kendi in the closet.

The sun was peeking over the trees. I sat up rubbing my eyes, wincing when I bumped my shoulder into a tree. I stood up, spinning around locating where to go next. I had to find dad soon, before Kendi gets hurt worse. I started off with a slow jog. Hours passed as the sun climbed the sky. I had come to a clearing. Past the river lie the next town, and somewhere beyond was help.

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