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1.)

I must have fallen asleep because I woke to the feel of a hand on my arm. It was light and gentle, different than what I was used to so it took me a second to realize that it was a person touching me.

My eyes widened and I leaned back in surprise. I couldn't remember falling asleep, could not recall even closing my eyes. But here Logan stood over me with a slightly amused expression on his face. "You missed dinner," he said quietly, "So I came after you. Wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen off the edge of the world." He grinned and the way he said that made me think there was an inside joke somewhere in there and made me feel left out.

"I fell off the edge long ago, Hunter. I might actually remember being pushed off," I stood, almost snidely and he chuckled. I yawned and closed the book that I had been reading. A History of Werewolves. It was incredibly inconclusive and had entirely too many gaps to stave off my curiosity of what I now alledgedly was.

"Do you need help getting to your room?" He asked and I almost answered without thinking that no I do not, but I pushed my pride away and shrugged.

"Sure," I said. Better safe than sorry. I would not want to get lost in a place I knew so little about. He started forward toward the big double doors and I followed. My footsteps were light and made no noise, even though I was wearing an old, ratty pair of converse. I could remember getting them. They were my first pair and most dependable. I always wore them for band practice. The rest of the sax section had called them my hobo shoes. They were black with scarlet stitching, my two favorite colors. The only diffference now was the few blood splatters on them that I had not cleaned off from my attack.

I followed beside Logan down yet another hallway that I could faintly remember. A scratch in the door there, a water mark on the wall there. Small things I would have never noticed before. Until finally we came to what I recognized as my door.

"Here we are wolf," He said and gestured to my door. I turned to him, arching an eyebrow.

"Wolf, huh?" He nodded and smiled. I sort of liked the sound of that. Wolf. Hmmm, I didn't want him to know that though or he would probably stop calling me that. So, instead I shoved him gently in the shoulder like I would any of my friends and ducked into my room, closing the door behind me. I laughed as I heard his theatric scowl and...

Wait, heard his scowl.

I slowly backed away from the door and shook my head, clearing it once again. I would not...could not think of such things. It was happening and I could accept it, if only I didn't think about it too hard. Otherwise I would surely go insane or have a mental breakdown and embarass myself in front of the Hunters. I wouldn't let that happen.

"Be in the kitchen same time Wolf," Logans voice sounded outside, "Tomorrow we're going to learn what we're going to do with you." Then. I listened to his footsteps slowly recede while my breathing picked up and my heart raced in what I realized was the beginning of a panic attack.

2.)

What I needed was music. "Wait," I shouted, throwing open the door. Logan paused, looking at me over his shoulder. "Do you have, like, an mp3 player with speakers or an ipod or possibly anything with music I could borrow?" My voice was very near begging and I was disgusted with it. But what did it matter, I needed music.

Logan must have sensed the desperation in my voice because after a moment of obvious consideration he nodded and said, "Wait here," and held up his finger in a 'one minute' gesture. I nodded and went and sat in my bed. While I waited I concentrated on my breathing, in and out. In and out. Over and over again until Logan opened my door and came in, carrying a touch screen walkman. Oh, thank goodness. I'd never had one but I of course knew how to use one.

I stood up to recieve but he held his hand back, "Wait. I've turned off the data connection to where you can download music only, not call your friends and family or anything."

I narrowed my eyes, "I wasn't aware I was a prisoner."

"Neccesary precautions. For your own safety," His voice was light. Breezy.

"Yeah whatever, I don't care. I just want music." I growled and he shrugged, then handed it to me and left, whistling to himself.

Weird kid, I thought. But it didn't matter. I had glorious music. I quickly downloaded some of my favorite songs and bands, surprised to find he liked the same kind of music I did. An added bonus.

After the downloads were completed I turned it all the way up and gathered clothes. I set the walkman on the countertop and stepped into the shower. Life almost felt normal as hot water flowed down my body and Repentance by my favorite band Fear Factory played. Almost.

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