Chapter 4:
We started off down the road, paved with dirt. Small trees and shrubs were the only ones watching us. Trouble now seemed far away. It was just us, Peter and I. The day now seemed peaceful, nice weather, and a calm breeze moving down the street supporting our every step. The only problem was that if trouble decided to hunt us down again, there wouldn't be anywhere to hide. I tentatively glanced behind me, half expecting to see men watching us from horseback. But there was no one in sight. So we just walked on. With every step I took I gained confidence and excitement. This was a big journey, and I didn't even know where we were going. For the first time in a long time I was truly happy, and I felt that someday we would find safety. But little did I know. After walking for a couple more hours, night slowly started to fall. Finally, we came across a small town. We walked straight through the town gates and into people walking around in every direction.
"We need money for food," Peter said, looking at me. As I looked around I realized everyone walking around was dressed very well, nose to the air as if striving for confidence. Standing next to the wall of a store, I reached up and stole Peter's hat then turned it over and placed it at our feet on the ground. Peter gave me a questioning look, but I just took a step back from the hat and sang a note. Suddenly many people looked towards me. Then I started to sing a song, the notes spilling out of me like an overfilled glass of water. I threw the notes around and made my own music. While people gathered around me I gathered my confidence and started to sing louder. As I kept singing, I realized what song I was singing: King And Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men, which happens to be my favorite band and song.
Soon, a larger crowd had gathered around, and the hat was full of money. After singing for half an hour I sang my final notes, then ended my performance. The applause was deafening. I picked up the hat and Peter and I emptied the contents into our pockets. We walked down the street that was surrounded on all sides by stores and businesses, finally finding a small diner. When we walked in, the first thing I realized was that there was hardly any people. Then the second thing I realized was that it was freezing cold inside. We sat at a booth and a waitress came to take our orders. I shivered as the room only seemed to get colder. After an hour of waiting, we ditched the place.
Night had long since fallen, and the sky was black. Then, a loud scream erupted from what had been silence. In the darkness I could barely see anything, except the slight outline of a figure moving toward us. Then, I saw a flash of their face as they moved under a streetlight. And there he stood, under the streetlight, panting, with blood streaming down his face.
