• "There they are," stated Ian. "Ready?"
    "Let's do it," I responded.
    "Wow, looks like there's quite a few this year."
    "The more the better."
    "Oh! Found a good one! Right there," he pointed.
    Following his finger I saw him, sitting alone, just staring into space. Spikey black hair, dark entrancing blue eyes that seemed to swirl with a mixture of emotions. He wasn't as built as Ian, but underneath that over sized navy blue shirt I knew there were muscles he didn't want to display. My body became immobile as the mysterious boy shifted his gaze to find mine.
    "Avery, hey, are you okay," Ian asked.
    "Oh, what, yeah, I'm fine," I replied shaking.
    "Okay, come on, let's go meet him!"
    "Sure."

    I could see Ian walking toward the group of shocked newcomers, but my feet wouldn't budge. I didn't have the will power to move them. I was frozen, glued to the carpet by the souls of my feet. My gaze was still on the mysterious boy, his eyes were intoxicating, such amazing blue eyes, they seemed to even glow in the light. A wall of warmth surrounded me, a very welcoming, comforting warmth.
    "Yo! I'm Ian James, and this is Avery Johnson, and we are here to brain wash you," Ian blurted.

    The beautiful eyes were no longer on me. Ian was now their target. The warm wall surrounding me had vanished, like it ceased to exist. Blinking my eyes I saw Ian, as if a brick wall was placed in front of him, slamming him into an abrupt stop. I couldn't see his face because his back was toward me, but for some odd reason I sensed fear. Realizing I had control over my body again, I moved my feet slowly up to Ian, becoming more cautious with each short step. Placing my hand on his left shoulder I felt a cold numbness radiate off his body. Quickly lifting my hand from Ian's shoulder, so quickly as if I would freeze to him, I jerked my head in the direction of the mysterious boy. His eyes were no longer welcoming, they were like daggers, striking Ian right through the heart. His whole body seemed to be trembling, from what I wasn't sure, but I had a good feeling it was anger. This didn't make sense, what could have changed this boy's mood so rapidly?

    "Stop it", I whispered. "Please, whatever you're doing, stop it."
    Locking my eyes to his, he didn't alter. My quiet plea didn't effect him. Maybe he didn't hear it. No, he had to. Suddenly, a faint laugh echoed inside my head, a threatening, mocking laugh. Oh I see. Closing my eyes, I began to concentrate.

    I don't know who you are, but this is crazy. Let Ian go.
    Hmph. Good job, you have more potential than this idiot.
    Excuse me?
    Nevermind. You'll piece it together sooner or later.
    Whatever. We'll leave you alone if that's what you want, just, stop doing what ever it is you're doing.
    Oh on the contrary, I'd love You're company. Just not his.
    My company?

    His laugh was sweet and almost innocent. Was this really the same person who gave Ian the death stare a few minutes ago?