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Chapter Two

I tilt my head as I spot a gate surrounding the entrance. That's new. Shrugging to myself, I cross the road, hearing the chatter of the people slowly die out. No one hardly comes here. I smile as I carefully unlock the gate after I figure it out.

Inhaling deeply, I surrender to the familiar smell and let it dominate my senses. As I walk further in to the woodland, the reminiscing of the adventures of Arbella and I guide me to our favourite spot.

I walk accordingly to the foot pedal beats from Black and Blue; I mentally sing along to its lyrics.

My music taste is undeniably strange. I have Taylor Swift, Black Veil Brides, French Montanna and Cher Lloyd in the same playlist. Not to mention the inevitable Disney Hits I never have the ability to delete.

The trees sway just like they did 10 years. The leaves dance amongst the emerald green grass just like they did 10 years ago. The sun casts dark shadows just like it did 10 years ago. But the I don't feel the same ecstatic attractions as I did 10 years ago. Not without Arbella, it doesn't.

I hum along to the intro of Trumpets ( Jason Derulo ) until I hear foreign sounds. I take my right headphone out as I swear I just heard gunfire.

Whilst putting my iPod away, I take a right towards the series of sounds consisting of animalistic growls followed by gunshots.

In the distance, I spot four men, dressed slightly dressed like tramps. Scurrying through a line of trees, I hide behind a tree and watch as two wolves and four hunters fight.

The wolves are brown with a slight red tinge to their coarse-looking fur. Tilting my head, I try to figure out where I've seen these before. I jump slightly as one of the wolves dodge a bullet by moving to the right before lunging at the one who opened fire. The other three attempt to shoot at the same one however, the bullets miss it and one of them flies towards me. I scream, grabbing the attention of both the men and the wolves. Shit. Swallowing, the lump in my throat, I freeze and watch as their eyes stay on me. The slightly smaller wolf almost seems like it's squinting it's eyes as if its reading something. I've seen them before.

Suddenly, a gunshot is fired with the absence of the growls of the wolves but with silence. The echoes surround us and are accompanied with two more. My eyes move from the black wound of the bigger wolf's neck to its companion now decorated with black splutters and two bullets lodged in its head.

My eyes widen with more horror as the hunters begin to laugh with their shoes being merged with a slow, thick pool of blood. My hand flies to my mouth to cover my gasp.

They just killed wolves.

There are wolves in this forest.

They're just laughing bout the two dead animals in front of them.

It's like they find entertainment from murder.

" Ello poppet," With a gun faced with at me, I swallow and cringe at the same time. Poppet? How cliché.

He gestures with his gun for me to come out from behind the tree. Biting my tongue, I step out and bite harder as their eyes scan my whole form in a way causing the hairs on my neck to stand straight.

Four possibly homeless tramps with guns. How am I supposed to get out of this? I mentally scold myself for intentionally leading myself to a place with gunfire. I just had to be curious.