«Henry»

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Running away is what Henry has always known. Running form the seekers, running from the hunters, and running from others just like him. When he happens to run in the wrong direction into the arms of the unknown. He's not so sure if running was the right decision.
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"You! It's you again, " I scoffed crossing my arms. How many times was it now? This was beginning to get old. I glared at the man in front of me, a smirk that seemed to be permanently carved into his face. Was he following me? "Get lost, I don't have time for you."

I internally screamed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away seeing another man. Damn, they were multiplying. This man was taller his features softer, making me relax slightly.

"You brought someone new, " his green eyes stared at me intently before he walked in front of me opening a door that appeared out of thin air. "Follow me."