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chapter three

I knew this guy was really hurt, but I didn't know how serious, so cleaning his wounds couldn't be that bad could it? I guess I thought wrong. Once I got everything I needed and started the tedious work, I started to see things on this boy that made me scared more than I have ever been for someone's life. I didn't know how on earth he was even breathing at this moment. His shoulder was dislocated, he had 5 broken ribs and his knee was at an odd angle. The way that he had been hurt, couldn't have been from a human. The scratches on his body were too deep, the bruises too big. The way his body was mangled truly sickened me. I didn't know how else I could help him, other than to cover the cuts and gashes all over his body.

I made a paste out of some herbs from the room, the ones my parents had told me to use if I was ever hurt. My parents were kinda hippies in a way I guess you could say. They healed themselves, believed in strange magic and even stranger mythical creatures like elves and shape shifters, things you only read about in books.

After I finished doing all I could and searching his pockets for some sort of I.D, I sat down on the ground and stared up at him. I knew I had seen him somewhere, but where I didn't know. The more I stared at his childlike face, the more I knew for sure that I knew him. But I also knew, I couldn't sit here and stare at him like some weird little girl.

I got up and grabbed some fruit and my gun and sat across from him waiting. Waiting for when this weird boy who had asked for my help, who had came on to my property then vanished. This boy who I knew for a fact I had some form of a tie to, what I didn't know. But I was sure as hell going to find out.

So I sat. And stared. For hours. And just when I was about to get up to go to bed and lock him up, I looked up to see the brightest green eyes I had ever seen.