THE HUNTER

C H A P T E R 3

Ariene watched amused as Micheal Lovac was jostled.
Her smile lasted only a few seconds.

Micheal's entire team, including Rony were gathered.
With a false grin, he offered his hand to the new student.

That wretched hypocrite, Ariene thought. She pressed the backpack closer to her side.
I almost had you.

Under the straw-blonde fringe of her pony she peered into the spacious courtyard.
Most of the students had slipped lazily into the shadows, the few new ones were recognized immediately, on their helpless faces.

Taut like a feather, she raised her head, hoping that no one would see her, concentrating heavily on the green leotard Rony wore.
But the longer she stared at the rich green, the more headache she got.
Damn it!

Normally she would have seen something. A picture, a memory.
Just something.
But she only saw green.
Everywhere.

These damn athletes were spread out on the grass!

Micheal's deep laugh rumbled over the square and Rony held out his arm apologetically.
What is going on there?

Only now did she recognized the lanky student who had stopped the whole squad. He himself was a bit shaky, as Ariene saw.

His face had lost all of its colors, even the apologetic smile looked as if it was just a stroke.

Blinking, the place blurred in Ariene's eyes.
Finally.

She focused on the picture. - What would she see right away?
The result was pretty green: like Hulk.

With the difference that she saw Micheal's face instead of Hulks. That must be a joke?

Her circle would have laughed at her if they knew that Ariene's gift had just given her that vision. How embarrassing - just a lost though, a lost picture in his head?

Disappointed, she approached the fountain with quick steps, past the streaming student masses.

From the well she had a better view.

"Your credo is your destiny," the treasurer's voice echoed in her head. Mom! - I need you.

With split opinion, she leaned against the well parapet. A rose picks in her trouser leg.

"But, - and never forget that, Ariene: your gift is the way," she had to say. Just before she left.
In France.

Her mom's words gave Ariene new courage.
Courage and strength.

She glanced after the dark-haired student, who in turn made his way through the gate into the stairwell of the student rooms with unusual speed. They probably told him where to find his room, Ariene thought.

She had seen Rony gesticulating wildly and the leaflet that the newcomer hastily pushed into his pocket.
Competingly, she pushed away from the well parapet.
Finally!

Ariene was a bloodhound.
Clever, cunning and attentive - and her victim had just betrayed himself: Rony had been caught.

He has a tatoo.

The green leotard had slipped up as he raised his arm - now she could see it more closely. Ronny had an ink-black tattoo below his elbow.
Your strength and your circle will not protect you now.
I know who you are.

Satisfied, she clicked her tongue.
She had what she wanted to know - now all she had to do was to follow the student ...
But...What did he have to hide?

Ariene had learned that her visions showed her the future. So she had to decide for herself whether "boy" - as Micheal called him - was part of it or not. ^^

"I'm on my way, Mom", she whispered, her eyes fixed on Boys' broad shoulders. Following him secretly to the students-hall.

Suddenly she stopped abruptly.

Her heart jumped as if it was about to be eaten. At the same time every thought vanished: Because before her stood - out of nowhere - a mighty, gold shining lion.

The tips of his mane touched the marble floor, his eyes uncolored and he gazed at her.

His left ear twitched as if a fly were bothering him and a comforting sound came from his chest.
It sounded like a cat's purr in Ariene's ears.

Her heart racing, she reached out, then pulled her hand back quickly.
That is not the reality.

Fuck, her eyes widened. That's a vision.