Mike followed the girl. He didn't know why, but something about the mysterious woman intrigued him. Was it her beautiful velvet voice, or the fact that everything about her screamed "immortal"?
The man halted suddenly. 'What the heck?' he thought, shaking his head disapprovingly. 'Immortal? What am I, nuts? There's no such thing as immortal. She's just... strange. That's all.'
Mike looked around him. Ominous black trees surrounded him, and rain pelted his back, sending shivers down his spine. Above him, thunder clapped -- right as a light forked from the sky and stuck a tree nearby on the ridge. He flinched. Where was he now?
He swiveled around, seeking out the lodge or the woman but found nothing. Nothing except the dark looming walls of the forest and the mountains.
Fear suddenly pricked at him. He was lost.
"Oh great!" he yelled, knowing that no one would be able to hear him. "Just great!" Anger pulsed through him as he kicked furiously at a tree root. Pain shot up his leg but he didn't care. "Now Vanessa could die and it'd be all my fault!"
Suddenly, a shape in front of him materialized out of the shadows. Mike stumbled back in terror. Was it Trevor? Had he heard him when he was watching him? If he had, then he had surely come to kill him. He was, after all, a threat to him. Mike clenched his fists as he tried to stand his ground without shaking. If he was going to die, he wasn't going down without a fight.
The person strolled swiftly out of the trees to stand mere feet from him. Mike almost sank in relief. It was the girl.
She smiled. "Follow me and I will lead you to your sister. But hurry," she said, while handing him something heavy. Mike looked down in surprise. A knife lay in his hands. "He is near," she warned gravely, her eyes serious. Without another word she turned around and hurried out into the storm.
'Can I trust her?' Mike wondered. He gripped the knife in his right hand and was about to follow her when suddenly he heard something or someone closing in behind him in the darkness....
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