Note: Not much to say so far is there? Let's get going then.


Chapter 2

"Hey Nika?"

Nika turned around to see the newest girl in school stare him in the face. How long had Nima been following him? He wasn't certain, but she had actually skipped classes. He wondered if she had a lot of advanced classes and if it would get her in trouble should she leave. "Yeah?"

"Sh should you be skipping? Won't you g get in trouble?"

"No. I have an in with the Administration here. They won't care."

"T then can I come with?"

"Don't you have classes to attend to? From what I remember you have advanced classes. Hard to make those up don't you think?"

"I I guess. Will you take me tomorrow? I want to go with you."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"N not really. I just wanted..."

"Saturday. I'm not busy then. We'll try then."

"R…Really! You mean it!"

"Yes now class. What are you waiting for? Go."

She ran off to class leaving Nika to drive home. The classes came to a close as Nika arrived at his house, and little had changed since he purchased it. Nima was probably getting out by now, and she would be lucky to get a ride home. From what he understood of the gossip around school: She didn't have a family that truly cared about her. Someone said they saw a scar on her arm from something. It seemed to take a while, but the ride home had been comforting. Seeing the woods and not civilization seemed to make Nika feel 'normal.'

There was nothing left for him to do, but lay down on the deck leaving the sun and the wind to move through his silver-light hair. Before he knew it Nika was asleep with a relaxed stern look on his face. Fuzzy images raced through his dreams.

"What is the worth of this?...I let you die."

"If…..should ever die….please not forget about me."

"One day when I'm not around...will you remember me?"

"Watch her and if anything happens to her…..I'll kill you."

"To obtain this in exchange…means nothing!"

Nika woke up shooting straight up from the deck to sit cross legged. His head hurt, and it seemed like something was trying to either surface, or remind him. But what did he need to be reminded of?