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We listened to the sound of people penetrating our wall. It would take awhile for them to find us - they were much too far to the right of us.

We continued to wait in silence.

I continued to think over my newest revelation.

Every now and then I'd sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye and study him.

Everything in me was denying the fact that Matthew wasn't human and trying to come up with some other explanation for everything I'd witnessed this day - I was not superstitious by nature, I didn't believe in monsters and wizards and superheroes and vampires and stuff. It was all rediculous folklore, made up to explain the unexplainable. Or just made up by people with vivid imaginations.

Still. There was no way a normal human being could have accomplished all that Matthew had accomplished today. Hell, there was no way a human on steriods could have done it all. Could have survived it all.

I studied him again. He appeared totally and completely fine; not a bruise, a scrape, or any form of injury-evidence was to be seen on him. Yet I had heard and seen hundreds, if not thousands of pounds of wood and metal slamming into him. And he was completely unscathed. Which meant that either I was absolutely crazy or he was not human. As far as I knew, I wasn't crazy.

And further proof that I was not crazy was that I hadn't been the only one to see Matthew hit the volleyball so very impossibly hard - inhumanely hard.

And I was definitely buried under the collapsed bleachers.

And Matthew was definitely beside me - I could feel his body heat emanating from him. His body heat... A thought suddenly occured to me. When I had touched Matthew, when he'd been suspended over me as my shield, I had felt the same heat, so hot, flowing from his body to mine. It was impossibly hot.

So, then, was his body temperature abnormality a clue to what sort of being he was? I mean, if he wasn't human, he had to be something, right? I was forced into thinking about all the mythical creatures I'd ever heard of. Maybe, just maybe, some of them did exist.

But that was preposterous. I was being rediculous. It was like the mind-reader thing again; I was too much a dreamer, too willing to hope that the romantacism of secret creatures or powers existed.

Yet I still could not deny what I had experienced.

So then, what could he be?

"You can't tell anyone," I heard. I jumped; Matthew's voice jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"You can't tell anyone what you saw."

The anger flared up again.

"Oh?" I asked angrily, not bothering to keep my feelings from him, "And why not?"

He shot me a dubious look, as if doubting my intelligence level.

"I mean," I continued, "Why should I not tell everyone exactly what happened? Are you going to explain to me just -"

"No," he cut in curtly.

"Well. I don't see why I should do you any favors then."

"So saving your life doesn't count as favor enough?"

I sighed, forcing the anger out of me.

I was so confused and flabbergasted and hurt that he wouldn't trust me and defensive and astounded and curious - and when all those emotions mixed, it came out as anger, I guess.

"I'm sorry. Thank you. I'm just - sorry."

He shrugged.

"You know, even if you told, that nobody would believe you, right?" he asked, "It would be my word against yours. I can be convincing, and my story would make sense. Yours would make you out to be completely crazy."

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, "I'm really very surprised that you haven't made the connection yet; you should have figured out by now that I don't really give a damn what people think about me. I'd go ahead with my story."

Of course I was bluffing.

"Well I suppose it could be ruled out as brain damage - you did hit your head after all..."

"What are you talking about? I never hit my head, and any doctor could prove that."

"Could they?" And suddenly I noticed a malicious and frightening gleam in his eye.

Despite my anger and stubborness, despite the fact that awhile ago, whilst in his arms, I'd felt the safest I'd ever felt - I could help my pulse from quickening in fear.

But I absolutely refused to let him see that even a part of me was even remotely frightened of him.

"You wouldn't," I informed him.

He chuckled bitterly.

"Let's not see what I would or wouldn't do, hmm?"

I was instantly angry again.

"And just what gives you the right to threaten me, huh? I -"

"Paige," he murmured, his voice soft and desperate, his expression suddenly mirroring his tone.

His emotions and feelings seemed to be changing even more rapidly than my own - it was dizzying.

"Paige. Please, Paige. Please."

My resolve faded again. It was infuriating.

"Fine," I grumbled, "I won't tell anyone. Though I don't see why it matters, since, as you said, everyone would only think I'm crazy,"

I wasn't ever going to tell anybody anything, anyway. I just wanted to see if I could get him to explain.

"Just a precaution," He informed me, and I watched as his whole body, starting with his face, relaxed.

"And," he continued, "Now that that's settled... you should probably yell or something."

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

"Well, don't you want to get out of here? They probably figure we're either dead or unconcious - after all, most people - had they been in as pristine shape as we are - would have started screaming and yelling for help right away. We really haven't made a peep."

"True enough," I agreed.

"So, why is that?" He leaned closer to me, his now-intense stare burning into my own.

"Why is what?"

"Why is it that you didn't start yelling for help right away? "

I shrugged.

"Well," I said, "I think you should be the one who calls to our rescue posse."

He pretended to consider before answering me, "Mmm... nope. That little duty is all yours."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, quite frankly, I don't particularly want to leave this little cave at the moment."

I looked away.

"HEY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

I was instantly rewared with the sounds of muffled and joyous yelling. They had found us!