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The people around me were gorgeous, I mean, drop dead, model worthy. Even with their dread locks and strange look about them, I mean strange as in they seemed almost feral. The way they moved with fluidity, was just something that you don't find in full blooded humans now-a-days, I mean, even Derek had trouble being as fluid as these people. My back was to the closest tree instantly, eyeing the people warily.

"I want to introduce to you a traveler, he was just walking along and seemed lost in his thoughts," the guy said and signed.

Motioning towards me to walk forward, I shook my head and planted my feet firmly into the ground; call me paranoid but something about these people didn't seem right. For being so many, some dressed in everyday clothes, others barely dressed, some in what looked like animal skins and some were in their birthday suits, and they were certainly not born today. There was no way, I was going to move from my nice little place against the tree, survival one-oh-one, have your back covered.

"He's a little shy," The guy signed.

Sure, let's go with that. I'm shy, I'm the shyest person you've ever met, until you touch me, cause I will bite you. I've learned from the best after all.

The guy motioned towards someone from the back of the group, please don't be a big naked guy, please don't be a hot, sexy, naked guy. Let him at least be ugly! The person who emerged from the group was not naked, but close to it, but she as definitely not a guy. Unless in the wild guys can grow such impressive breasts.

I really hoped that they weren't sun walking blood suckers, because wow, she was a sight to behold, and she really rocked the whole- hippie-unwashed look. Her ice blue eyes seemed to take everything of mine in, from my worn trainers to my frayed jean bottoms and upwards. It was as if she knew I was going commando, and I know my zipper was zipped, because I did a double check. Don't judge. She came towards me, and for a moment I thought she was amazing, then I found that I was down wind. Oh, my gawd. She reeked, it was as if she bathed in onions, or got her lack of bathing from Shrek, or maybe she taught him a thing or two on how to repel people. And when she lifted her arm, a jungle of hair peeked out, well, peeked is a nice thing to say, escaped like a can of worms escaping a fisherman or a hungry bird was more like it. Does she not know what a razor was? Or what about deodorant? Is it possible to die from excessive inhalation of terrible body odor? If it's a thing, then I was so screwed.

"Hey there," She spoke slowly, allowing me to read her lips.

I just nodded slowly, eyes wide, more than likely looking like a deer before a predator, but there was no way I was going to blink and let her come any closer. I've watched Dr. Who, I know all about how fast things can move when you blink. She seemed to take my un-blinking as an invitation to move closer, I waved my hands and make shooing motions. It couldn't hurt to try. But, she ignored me, giving me a 'oh you're so silly' look while advancing. I held my breath and hoped the wind would change direction. Her hand placed itself next to my head; she leaned forward, and sniffed me. I mean, not even in a dog or wolf or Derek way, she just did this weird head turn and inhaled. I had to force my eyes on her and not on the pit hair. Her eyes flickered open with surprise, her plush mouth made a little 'o' before her demeanor completely changed. She tensed, her arm retreated to her side, yay no more pit hair, and she put her feet at shoulder length apart, a ready stance.

"You smell of the supernatural," She said, or snarled, if her teeth were anything to go by.

Now I was scared, I clenched my fists and stood my ground, knowing that if I did anything rashly then I would be dead, but if I didn't do anything at all I would also be dead. But terror quickly set in when she barked something to the smaller group of people behind her, apparently a lot of them had dispersed upon my arrival, I just wasn't that interesting I guess. Have you ever been terrified? If you've never been terrified then you don't understand how adrenaline can pump into your system and all your previous pains just disappear, and you're suddenly filled with a strength that isn't natural.

I reacted like any person would; I lashed out and clocked her right on the jaw. Down she went. I don't know if she smelled me as a supernatural baddie or the pack, or maybe the tree behind me had a spirit in it, but I was not going to stand around and wait for something to happen. With her down, clutching her jaw, I grabbed the closest dead, thick branch I could get my hands on and waited for more. I couldn't out run them, they weren't over weight security guys, and I didn't have anything to use as a distraction, so I had to go with brute strength, God help me.

The guy from before was back, standing over his downed friend, hands held up in a show of surrender. Or rather they were up until the girl behind him said something, and all his hippie-happy-go-look vanished, leaving only a predatory gleam in his eyes.

I tightened the hold on my branch, I would name it either branchy or Babe Ruth at a later date, if I got out alive and depending on how well I hit my targets. And then it was on like Donkey Kong.

A blur, is the best way to describe what transpired next. There were three people, two guys and one girl, or maybe they were just really flat chested girls, who could tell with the hair? Anyway, they moved like a pack, most definitely not human. I was able to get a few good swings in before someone side swiped me, I landed awkwardly on my side, my shoulder screamed. But I still had my stick. As one person decided to straddle my downed form I swung up, arching my back and smashing the person with all the strength I could muster, shoulder be damned. I'm pretty sure my hit was spot on, and there was a very loud crack followed by a crumbled form to my left. Unfortunately I was unable to do much more for the next thing I saw was a log, a legit log aiming for my head. I jerked to the side, fumbling over the very unconscious body, and slammed the back of my head on a peek-a-boo rock near the base of a tree. Ow.

The log that was aimed for my head stopped maybe two inches from my nose, and dropped, thankfully not on any of my body parts. I fought back nausea and the dark spots, knowing that if I blacked out, I might never wake up again. But that was all I was able to do, the blow to the head took all my strength, and ability to muster any strength. Maybe the rock was supernatural, if you touched it, it would take away all your strength. Yeah, that sounded right, now if only I could tell them this, and then we get back to not knowing one another and I could get back to making my way in the world.

The girl who I initially hit, leaned over me, her jaw sporting a rather lovely blooming bruise, it looked vaguely like my mother's favorite color, lilac. A rough hand pushed me to my side; my arms were wrenched uncomfortably around while they took my backpack from me. My head lolled to the side, eyes half-mast, head pounding. I'm pretty sure I made a few pained noises and my head was bleeding, if the wet stuff leaking down my neck was anything to go by. My brain throbbed, ironically, your brain technically doesn't have any nerve endings, so it's telling itself to hurt…ironic, don't you think? A large, hairy arm came into my depleting line of sight, and then everything went fuzzy.

Someone lifted my limp form, bridal style and carried me for I don't know how long, it was guy, their voice rumbled and vibrated in their chest. I think I gagged a few times, and weakly attempted to escape his grasp. A cool hand was placed on my forehead, my eyes drifted upwards, head lolled so far back, I knew I would have a crick in it, if I lived, and that was it. Lights out, for who knows how long.

When I came to the first thing I thought was 'Ow' ok, that wasn't the first thing, but I'm trying to keep it PG, the second was, I couldn't breathe. My hands felt around my nose, mouth, throat, nothing, there wasn't anything there, but I wasn't getting any air. I couldn't breathe, I – I – I don't want to die again, normal people only have to die once in their lives, twice if they are lucky, but I'm too young to die again. My hands scrabbled at my throat, clawing at it. Tears raced down my face, please, please, please someone help me. I don't want to die, not again. Not alone, in a silent world, please! Then, my body started to seize. Head slammed against the ground, the wound bled anew, my arms turned into spaghetti worms, wiggling this way and that while my torso tried to jerk itself away from its attachments. My right leg smashed against a sharp corner, the sting of an open wound was ignored as it continued its jig. While my left leg…I couldn't feel it. Oh God. Help Me. Someone, anyone. Please...

Yep, I am evil, and that is all you are going to get for a little while. Hope you enjoyed and hope you are on the edge of your seats! Review and have an awesome day lovelies!