• Cheyenne was terrified of the dark figure looming over her. Then, who ever it was, laughed. Not a dark menacing laugh, but just a little chuckle.
    “Never gets old.” said the person again laughing. “Your just to jumpy for your own good, mon.”
    Cheyenne slowly looked up and saw a young man standing over her. He laughed one more time then held out his hand. She ignored his hand and stood up on her own. “Well alright then.” he said lowering his hand. “I’m Kay. And you are?”
    She stood there with her mouth open. “I’m not going to bite you.” He frowned. “What… the… HELL?!” She screamed. “Who the hell are you?!”
    “I told you my name was Kay, mon.” he replied with a look that said ‘duh’.
    “Well KAY, what the hell is your problem?! Do you make a habit of scaring the s**t out of people?!” She yelled at him. He shrugged. “It’s my job.” She can him a stare that didn’t exactly scream ‘that makes perfect sense’.
    He looked up like he was thinking, “Well, not the creepy stalking thing, but that parts just fun.” Thoughts were running through Cheyenne’s head, swirling around the confusion, making it more confusing then it should have been (like that sentence…). Even thought she was thinking a billon things, the one she was most glad about was that there was no psycho murderer chasing her. Instead, it was a psycho islander dude chasing her.
    “Well anyway, we better get going. Or else he’s going to get all pissed off again─”
    “We?! I’m not going ANYWHERE with you!”
    “Well look at it this way,” he turned around. “Either you can come with me now, or he can come looking for you later.” He turned back around and stared walking away, leaving her with the dark confusion of who He was.


    Kyler ran up the steep hill while dodging the roots on the ground. He jumped over a big plant, and landed on a small rock, throwing him of balance. He fell to the ground; he could hear the loud rustling behind him as the creature advanced.
    He rolled to the side an under a large root.
    A mountain lion jumped over the same stop he had, and kept running forward. He stayed under the root for a few minutes, then rolled out. He pulled out his phone and dialed Felix.
    He laid on the ground breathing hard and Felix picked up. “I… don’t… think… she’s out here.”
    Felix squabbled something on the other line. “Well… I’ve been every where…” he sat up. “and I was just being chased by a damn mountain lion.
    “Even if she was out here, I doubt she could survive the wild life.”
    In the background he heard a low growl. He turned around and the lion was right there. “I’ve got to go…” he flipped the phone into his pocket as he ran away from the beast once more.


    After a long and awkward walk, they came upon a mansion. It wasn’t monstrously big, but it was a pretty good sized house. All the way there Cheyenne kept thinking about who <i> He </i> was. And who the he she was walking with. If he turned out to be some mad murderer rapist, she always had her button mashing.
    They stopped in front of the massive gate between them and the house. Kay pushed a button that was on the side of the fence and the gates slid open.
    As she walked up the stone path the kept thinking about what she was getting her self into.
    When they reached the door step, somebody opened the door. It was a guy about 25, or 26. His hair was a reddish brown, and his eyes a deep emerald green.
    Kay and Cheyenne walked in.
    The guy slightly bowed his head and greeted them. “Welcome.” his voice was like a soft melody. It wasn’t to rough, and it didn’t sound like Justin Beiber.
    As soon as they walked in the man said: “He will be with you shortly.” He gestured to the couch. “Please, make yourself at home.”
    When he spoke, he stared at Cheyenne. Watching her, studying her. It troubled her, but he seemed nice enough. She walked passed the red head, and sat down on the couch that was in the middle of the room. She looked back to ask him something, but when she turned he was gone.


    Felix ran into the kitchen and pulled out his phone. He dialed a few numbers, and held the phone up to his ear.
    Somebody picked up. “Hey, you lose that kitty cat yet?”
    “It was a MOUNTAIN LION thank you very much.” a person said on the other line.
    Felix stared back through the kitchen door to the girl sitting on the couch staring at the pattern on the couch and tracing it with her hands. “I think I found her.”
    “Of course. Because I’ve been out here looking for her for hours, freezing my a** off, tearing up the whole city, and she just comes right to you. Fabulous.”
    “Whatever, we need to get her out of here before Octave completes the change.”


    Cheyenne sat on the couch, enjoying the pattern. It was white, with a bunch of wild flowers sewn on with dull colors. It looked like the beads to the flowers were done by hand. There were plenty of little threads hanging off of it. Her finger followed the end of a vine, up to a lilac.
    She thought about how ridiculous her fascination with the couch was, and abandoned it. She grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled it. She pulled the tips up to her face and investigated the split ends. She frowned at the thought that her hair wasn’t perfect, then she realized she didn’t really care.
    She though about getting up and just walking away, but like Kay had said, Either you can come with me now, or he can come looking for you later.
    Just then she heard doors open behind her. She turned and saw two people standing on either side of the enormous double doors. One was the guy with the red hair, and the other was a girl with dramatically long blond hair. I bet she doesn’t have any split ends… Cheyenne thought.
    There was a loud clunking sound of somebody’s shoes walking down the hallway behind them. She stood up to get a better view of who was coming.
    Then somebody emerged from the shadowed darkness behind the huge doors. He was tall. Not like freakishly tall. His skin was a very pale white. It reminded Cheyenne of Halloween when kids put the white paint on their faces.
    He was wearing a long, black cloak. He had the hood pulled up, but his hair was still visible. It was pitch black and it was cut rather nicely. Maybe a tad to long, but he could pull it off.
    He looked up and smiled. His smile drew a shiver through Cheyenne’s back.
    He walked over to her and circled her. He looked her up and down, like losers do at a bar without a date. “Well aren’t you just a beauty.” He chuckled.
    “Uh… thanks?” She said, she was never good at taking compliments. Insults she could take and react. But where she came from there was usually an insult hidden behind a compliment.
    The guy turned to the other two. “You can go now.”
    The red head spoke again. “But.. Uh.. Sir─”
    “I said go.” the black haired guy said. Reluctantly the red head turned and closed the doors.
    They were alone.