I DON'T KNOW YOU

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•»‟ιт waѕ all aвoυт wanтιng revenge. paтнeтιc, really, вυт ιт ѕтιll ιѕ тнe мoтιvaтιon,"
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• F U N N E H •

      I glanced back at the paper, staring at the ink. I kept watching it, like maybe if I stared long enough, they would cease to exist. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe it was all a bad nightmare. Maybe I was going crazy.

That's the lamest excuse ever said.

    Everyone knew it never worked; that their nightmares were their reality. They were in denial. The worst ideas came to life and haunted them, and they found themselves desperately crawling on the floor whilst clutching their head to try and block out all the things going wrong.
   
    I could hear the words rolling up inside the others, the questions being lodged in the backs of their throats and their minds puzzled. They wanted to ask. They wanted to know. And they needed to know. But none of them knew if it was the right moment to ask. It was, but neither Draco or I was gonna tell them that.

     "Come on, we can't waste any more time," I directed, immediately marching away and into the tall grass once again.

    Draco didn't have any funny comment to make, just pure silence and a look of concern rested on his face. He started off behind me, quickly hurrying to match my pace as the others stood there, still confused.

      "Wait, guys, hold up!" Kyran exclaimed, starting to rush behind us, "what's going on?"

    Neither of us said anything, all the answers crammed into the heads of Draco and I and yet we chose the route of keeping it to ourselves.

    Our bodies took control, and our thinking was not allowing us to speak. It was one or the other, a pure reaction without our control. One wasted time and the other did not. And we couldn't afford to dally, as time was already slipping from our fingers.

    "Uh, guys? What's going on? What were they talking about in that letter? And who's 'old friends'?" Aly inquired, jogging behind us as our quick pace became far too fast for more than just a light walking speed.

    Still, neither of us broke the silence of our thoughts. We trailed along, faster and swifter with each step. And we both knew that soon our jog would turn into a mild sprint.

    Maybe last time they were a little silly, maybe not a particularly malicious foe to deal with. Sure, their looks scared children and probably could traumatize anyone. But their personalities were far from malevolent. In fact, they weren't that intimidating. Then again, they still did try to kill us. So I guess I shouldn't have underestimated them.

    "Why now? Why wait all these years to strike again, to come back for us?" I inquired, hopping over a log as I waited for the only other informed person to answer.

    "I don't know. Maybe it was an opportunity and they took it. Sweet revenge, you could say," Draco said, his voice sounding rushed and distant just like mine sounded.

    "If that were the case, then what are they planning to do now? Why take all of us and not just you or Lunar?" I questioned.