The Grey Area of Sater

Chapter 3

Gray ran as far as his legs would take him. He knew that he'd been out of Toronto for a while but he didn't know where he was. He took a look at his surroundings but all he saw were trees and an empty highway in the distance and with that it was safe to assume Gray was on some backstreet on the outskirts of the GTA.

This was the frist time Gray had stopped running in at least two hours -- he was running solely on his breakfast and the adrenaline surging through his body -- but now that he stopped he could feel how tried he was so he thought it best to sit and calm down a little.

He looked up at the sky, the sun was traveling to the west so slowly it was berely noticable, even to him he guessed it was around one or two o'clock.

Still looking up Gray closed his eyes and tried to organize all the thoughts flying through his head. It was peaceful, just him and his thoughts -- well as peaceful as it could be with everything going on. A vidration interrupted his thoughts. Gray pulled his phone out of his pocket to see Aline calling him. He let it ring. After Gray left his sister on voicemail he saw just how many calls he had missed: twenty-four from Aline, nineteen from his foster mother along with fifteen from his foster father, then another five more split amongst his other foster siblings.

Should I call them back? he thought. Suddenly his brain filled with images of his family. Were they okay? Did Aline tell them what happened? Does she even understand what happened? No way. How could she when Gray himself didn't even understand what happened? He pulled the letter out to give it one more read.

"Our dear Graynnon" ha if I were dear to you I wouldn't be in this situation.

Gray couldn't take his eyes off the three words. A drop of a cool liquid landed on his cheek then another on the word "dear" and he watched it soak through the paper. Realizing it was rain Gray inched back under a tree so he wouldn't get soaked.

As the wet paper became more transparent Gray saw a black outline that wasn't there before. He turned the letter around to see a map of North America and the Caribbean, only, there was something off about this map. There wasn't supposed to be land to the west between Florida and the Caribbean, that was supposed to be the Bermuda Triangle. Gray knew exactly what he was supposed to be seeing... Sater. It had to be Sater! He finally had a clue as to where he was going!

The Bermuda Triangle that's where I need to go!

But how was he supposed to get there? He was an unacompanied fifteen-year-old with no job or money no one was going to let him over the boarder. Even if someone did no one can just fly to the Bermuda Triangle his best bet was to fly to Florida then get to Sater by boat. Even that seemed like a far dream. He didn't bring his school bag which had his wallet in it so he had absolutly no form of identification. Not to mention it also had his lunch and he could feel his hunger rising.

Gray knew he had to get back to civilization, that was the only way he would get anywhere. Gray had more sensitive senses than the average human. He always knew it and always hated it. But at that moment he didn't, His good vision helped him memorize where he was going and if all else failed he could use scent -- though he hated resorting to that because it made himfeel like a dog.

He started walking the same direction he came from though a part of him didn't want to knowing he was increasing his chances of running into his foster family but he decided to cross that bridge when he got to it.

Gray walked for hours without rest before he noticed something. By then night had fallen and his vision was getting worse but he smelled something... something fruity. He followed the scent for about a half an hour before he walked into an open field, he saw a small wooden house and rows upon rows of grapevines.