Chapter 2

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You never feel more alive than on competition day. I looked over my pieces confidently. They had been my loyal companions for three hard months. My hands had gone through hard conditioning to get to this level. Quite honestly, there was no reason for me to be nervous. However, I still felt sick at the pit of my stomach.

"Drink some water." Daniel handed me a bottled water. It was our tradition. Drink water before, somehow it keeps sneezing, hiccuping or any other random event from hindering our performance. Mind of matter reinforcement I guess. I thanked him and took it anyways.

"Nervous?" He inquired.

"Not for the performance." I assured him. "Something feels weird."

"How so?" He raised an eyebrow. I had his full attention now.

"My stomach feels weird." I took a sip of water, and almost spat it back out.

"What's wrong?" Daniel held on to me to keep me from falling. I couldn't move or speak. Ahead of me there was a hallway, crowded, but towards the end I could make out a figure. He was platinum blond, and I could see the blue in his eyes at least twenty yards away.

"It's him." I whispered.

"Who?"

"Soul Sucker."

"Are you serious?" He followed my line of sight, but to no avail. "I don't see anyone with blond hair. Are you sure?" He looked me in the eye, and I did the same. We held it for a moment.

"Go with your gut." He let go, and I sprinted towards the end of the hallway. Time seemed to be moving slowly, with every step I took, the sick feeling got worse. I couldn't find him in the mass of trafficking students, but I saw where he was heading. Just next to him was the entrance to the band performance. We had only one group competing there. I bolted in, out of breath, and scanned the area.

"Dang it." I didn't see him anywhere, and felt stupid for my Forrest Gump episode.

"Oh my God, Tyler!"

I swung around, one of our representative competitors was turning blue on the floor. He was choking.

"Some one call 911!" I screamed and ran to give him CPR. His eyes moved around and locked on mine. "You're ganna be okay." His eyes rolled over. He stopped breathing but his pulse was still going. I quickly started to give him CPR. That's when I heard someone laugh. I looked up while I checked on his breathing.

There he was. Standing in front of me, looking down on us with that smirk I knew too well. "It's useless."

I looked him in the eye, anger pulsing through my veins like hot iron, "Are you doing this?!"

His jaw dropped and his face looked as if he was completely shocked.

"Are you doing this?" I repeated, this time as a low growl.

He didn't respond.

"Stop it!" I yelled again.

He snapped out of it and looked behind me, I followed and there was a med crew behind me. They charged over and I quickly stepped aside.

"His eyes just rolled over, he still has a pulse and I gave him CPR." I informed them quickly before they reached him. I turned to look for him again. "He's gone." I sighed in relief, my stomach felt better and bolted through the crowd that was forming now. By the time I returned it was Daniel's turn, so I only made it to wish him good luck and listen to his beautiful pieces as I recovered from the scene. I had time to kill.

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AN:

I know, no mention of the band, however I thought this was a perfect chapter ending. Forgive me! ^^;

I haven't the slightest idea what to do next. So no sneak peak. Just wait for the next chapter! C:<

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