dragonyphoenix | In a Corner of My Soul: The Pack: Sleeping

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The force field still surrounded the mansion, which was pretty cool, sort of like that field around the Death Star and all except the mansion didn't seem to have any thermal exhaust ports so Andrew hadn't been able to be all Han Solo and take the field out. Waiting by the door didn't seem so safe. He wasn't quite sure why. There was something creepy about the house, but he really, really wasn't allowed to be alone at home after he'd burnt those hamburgers. It wasn't fair. He'd been trying to help, to get dinner ready. It wasn't his fault he'd fallen asleep.

From the woods, Andrew heard a screech, the sound of something small dying. His feet took off. As he hit the street, he turned left. Maybe he'd find Mr. Giles in Restfield.

He'd run six blocks before he had to stop, bending over, panting heavily, his hand holding the stitch in his side as if the pressure would make it hurt less. Okay, so maybe he didn't need to keep running, but he really wasn't supposed to be alone. There was a shortcut he knew. It was sort of isolated but it'd get him to the cemetery a lot faster. It would cut off enough time that he could walk the rest of the way. Okay, that sounded good.

Only it wasn't so good because he turned a corner and walked through a gap in some bushes and it wasn't as isolated as he'd thought because there were these two couples and maybe they were necking or something because they were all on the ground but then one of them growled and he sort of thought he saw drool so maybe they'd been sleeping but why would they be sleeping outside?

He stepped away, moving backwards, keeping his eyes on the two couples who, and, okay, that growling must have been his imagination because they went back to sleep or whatever it was they'd been doing, at least they were laying back down and not rising up to chase him but of course they wouldn't be chasing him because, you know, it was night and they were just bummed that he'd woken them up.

Andrew wanted to run again but that didn't seem like such a good idea. Maybe he should take the longer way to the cemetery. There was another sort of shortcut that he could take but maybe it'd be better to take Main Street. It'd be longer but there were lights and people and maybe Tucker would be there and maybe Tucker wouldn't mind if he stuck around him until it was time to go home.

Main Street was emptier than he'd expected. There was only one guy and he was walking down the middle of the street and he was talking, to himself Andrew guessed, and he was kind of loud. “And my head shall be filled with song! And that song shall ring with the lamentations of the dying, and their cries will fill the sky with weeping sorrow.”

Okay, and maybe Main Street wasn't such a great idea either.

“I can smell you.”

The scary guy could smell someone? Who could he smell? Andrew's gaze darted around the empty street. There wasn't anyone around except … Oh.

“I'll suck the blood from your heart. He says I may.”

Andrew backed against the door of the sporting goods store. If the door were open, he could get in and hide because of course the big scary guy wouldn't just smash through the window, and why was the guy shouting something about pork and beans?

Before Andrew could think that through, there were two big scary guys. The new one turned to look over his shoulder and shouted “Run!” but their faces got real ugly, bumpy or something, and Andrew couldn't move. The new one rushed the other and Andrew couldn't look so he shut his eyes, turned his head, and covered his face with his hands.

“I thought I told you to run.”

Andrew peered out from behind his fingers. Only one of the scary guys was there, the one with the spiked hair and dark jacket except he seemed to be brushing dust off his jacket. Whatever had been wrong with his face, well, Andrew figured he must have been imagining it because the bumps were gone. The guy looked up and Andrew ran. From behind he though he heard the word “Idiot.”