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The feeling of safety was incredibly nice, even though I used the first weeks being all anxious, but every time I felt like that,

I just started painting with Olivia. I don't know why, but she reminded me of my mother, and doing things with her made me feel safe.
We weren't going outside at all, as it still was too dangerous with all that crazy people,
thinking we were a gypsy witch and Satan walking around normal humans, planning to kill everybody, and then take over the world,
When we in reality were two normal kids with benefits. And even though no one had found our "hiding place",
and we were getting close to November, I still knew they would come sooner or later, and I was right..

A cold and snowing October evening, a hard knock could be heard from the front door, as we sat in the living room and watched cartoons.
Olivia was in the mall at that time, and we were all alone in the big apartment. I was wearing a pretty light-purple night dress,
and Kurt had night pants in green with checkered pattern on. It was warm inside, so even though I had bare legs and arms,
and Kurt weren't wearing a shirt and was barefooted too, we didn't freeze at all.

To be honest, that crazy, always painting woman had bought us a lot of clothes lately,
almost like she hoped we would stay forever or something, but as we weren't suppose to go out,
she hadn't bought us any jacket's or even shoes, so we had to go without outerwear, and for me,
it even meant without a warm fur to protect me from the cold weather outside.
But now when I think about it, there was a minor snow storm out there,
so having a fur might not help me too much, unless I wished to have a over soaked fur all around my body.
It would be bad enough having my own hair stuck to my face.

Never mind, we had to think fast, as they knocked on the door for the third time,
and started yelling, that whoever might be inside had to open the door, or else they had to kick it down.
We made a deal, and ended up escaping out the window, climb up on the roof, and then find a way from there.
At first we talked about phasing trough the floor all the way down to the street, but as it might take a lot of energy from me, and that fact,
that more men probably stood down there and waited on us to make a bad decision, so to the roof we went. It was terribly cold out there,
and the heavy blizzard that was about to start didn't make it better. We looked around, hoping to see another roof nearby,
that we maybe could jump or Bamf over to. As we stood there and got wetter and wetter,
the men suddenly crawled out that same window that we just escaped from.
Kurt suddenly got his eyes on a minor rooftop that stood a little lower than the one we already stood on.
He let his hand touch my shoulder, and we disappeared in a cloud of smoke. We did this a couple of times,
bamfing to the top of smaller and smaller houses, until we got close enough to the ground to bamf all the way down to the ground.

It wasn't as somber down there, as the street lamps was on, but the weather was still horrible.
We ran through the town with wet nightclothes, hair and fur, all while the folks we ran by yelled words like:

"Kill the witch and her demon of a pet!" Or "She's one of Satan's helpers, don't touch her!"

Some of the street people's tried to block the way, but as they did, I just phased right trough them.

"You see, she's a witch! We have to catch her and burn her!"

"No, she's a ghost, you can't burn a ghost you dummy!"

I ran as fast as I could on my poor half-torn feet, while I made myself untouchable for all the hands that reached out for me.
They looked at me as lions that were fighting for the last piece of meat, or worse, girls at a shoe sale!
They looked at me as that one pair of shoes that everyone wanted to get their hands on!
I looked back, trying to see how far behind my fussy friend was, and didn't see the man right in front of me,
before I ran right into him, making me fall on my butt. I hurried back on my legs and ran changed my direction by turning to the right as he yelled:

"The witch just tried to shove me, maybe she wanted to kill me! Someone please hammer a stake through her heart!"

I couldn't believe how superstitious those people were. First they saw me as a witch, then a ghost,
and then.. a vampire? I started to get really tired, and my body got heavier for every new step I took.
I was ready to just lie down in the snow and let them get me, but then I realized that I hadn't seen fuzzy in a pretty long time,
and I got like, really concerned. I then heard a painful scream that didn't seem to be that long from where I were, and I started running towards the sound.
There came a yell more as I ran to the left, right, right, left, and then right again, and finally got to the source of the terrible sound I had been hearing.
It was my blue friend who lay on the ground, all beaten up, as a mob of people stood around him in a circle, kicking him until he bleed.
It was awful to look at, but the thing that really shocked me, was the fact that he didn't do anything else than just laying there,
almost accepting there hate, without even trying to defending himself. I couldn't just stay there and watch it happen, but still,
I was too scared to do anything. But as a woman suddenly kicked him in a direct malicious place and his whole body started bending,
I finally chose to break trough and make them stop. I walked right trough them, and sat down beside him. I tried to make him stand up, but I failed..
He was to beaten up to stand, and I almost was too, as I almost couldn't feel my legs anymore.
It felt like they were as breakable as glass, and they even started to get a little blue.
I tried to keep us both intangible as long as possible, but after some small couple of minutes i got to tired, and I had to make us solid again.
I tried to hide my head by laying it on Kurt's fuzzy chest, as they started to kick me too.
They even spitted at us, and it was disgusting! My head wasn't hided for long, and they started kicking me in my face too.
I remember how there booths turned red, but still kept kicking. I felt how their voices started to sound like cacophony in my ears,
and how sticky my head felt from a mix of blood, snow, and saliva.
I looked at my friend who now started bleeding from his mouth after getting hit several times in the stomach.

We lay there in what felt like forever, but it was passably only some small minutes all In all.
They called us so incredibly many bad and evil names that I started to see them as the real demons in town.
When they finally stopped, and started to walk away, that stupid group of jerks in black suits came trough to us.
One of them sat down on knees beside me, took a hand under my chin, looked me right in the eyes in a cold and stiff manner,
before he let go, and made my head hid the ground, as I was too tired to keep my head up by myself.
He then ordered someone to throw us into the van, and they surely did as told. They threw us in with full force, apparently not really caring about us.

I don't know how long the drive was, as I kinda fell asleep. I woke up in a dark, cold room, and my arms were crossing in a weird way,
almost feeling like I had a straitjacket of some kind on. I heard a little cry come from not too far away, and suddenly i started crying too..
We were domed, I just knew it, we had failed big time, and now no one could save us...

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