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He was running as fast as he could, but he wasn't getting anywhere. He tried to call out to them, but he couldn't make a single sound. The darkness seemed infinite, stretching out before him everywhere. Somewhere in it, however, were two voices, laced with fear and desperation. He could hear them shouting his name, screaming for help. He saw a flash of grey, and one voice stopped in the middle of a scream. The other stopped calling out, and began to weep pathetically. He heard running, tires squealing on concrete, and a sickening crunch. All was silent. He fell to his knees, crying, though no tears were seen, nor a single sob was heard. He could hear footsteps close behind him, but he didn't turn to see what was behind him. He felt a hand fall on his shoulder, yet still he did not move. He felt breathing just next to his ear, carrying with it an unnatural cold. He heard the first voice whisper to him, monotone and cracking.

"Andy"

Andre woke with a start, the morning sun blinding him for a moment. He raised a hand to block the light, sitting up in his bed. "Same dream as the night before," he thought, "it's becoming frequent. Another problem for the pile." He turned on the spot, touching his feet to the cold wood floor. He set about the small room, dressing himself in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, along with a pair of ragged old brown boots, faded and torn with age and use. He left the room, making his way to the kitchen. When he opened his freezer, he cursed at the site before him. Five white packs lay on the bottom, each labeled "deer". "I'm going to have to go hunting for the rest of the month to have enough to last me through Winter." _Andre thought. He grabbed one of the packs, setting it in the sink to thaw. He looked out the window above the sink, staring at the woods surrounding his cabin and the quickly greying sky in thought. _"At least it'll be something to occupy me." he thought, still thinking of his nightmare. He closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair as he tried to banish the memories that came rushing back to him. He opened his eyes and sighed, going back to his room to change. He traded in his casual wear for a camouflage coat, hat, pants, and tool belt. He grabbed the bow leaning at the foot of his bed, and the quiver hanging on the wall next to it. He counted the arrows in it, numbering fifteen, ensuring that he had all of them.

Andre left the room, going through the kitchen to the door at the end. He opened the door, feeling a late Summer breeze hit his face the moment he stepped outside. He walked on, closing the door behind him. When he got to the edge of the woods before him, he looked over his shoulder at his home. His cabin was modest, though old and beginning to show it. The wooden walls were paling, and the roof was sagging just the slightest. He knew he'd either have to start doing some renovations soon or just move. He didn't like either option, as the renovations would need a great deal of materials and finding another secluded spot like this would be both hard and costly. "Just another day." he said to himself, looking back to the woods, beginning his hunt in full.

~

Andre had only been out for an hour when he heard voices, chanting in a language he didn't understand. Moving slowly and soundlessly, he approached the direction where the voices were coming from. He eventually came to a stop on the top of a small hill, looking down at a group of six robed people, their faces obscured by their hoods. In the middle of the group was a drawing in salt that made a six pointed star, encircled with words what must have been the language they were chanting, with various other symbols and runes. "What the hell?" he thought to himself, looking on in apprehension.

This feeling was severely lowered when one of the strangers messed up the chant and cursed loudly, throwing off their hood in frustration, revealing a teenage boy with ginger hair. The rest of the group moaned and cussed, some of it directed at the boy. "Son of a bitch, Miles! That's the fifth time!" one of the strangers yelled, throwing off their hood to reveal yet another teenager, a boy with blond hair and a gold ear ring. "How many times are we going to have to do this before you can remember the fucking chant!? I swear, you're the biggest fuck up in Louisiana!" he said, stomping off towards the ginger haired kid.

"Hey, knock it off!" one of the still robed strangers said, pulling down their hood to reveal a teen girl with a pierced lip and short, purple hair. "Listen, we've gone through the trouble of putting the salt down and setting up the camera," she said, pointing towards a camera sitting on a stump just behind them, "let's just finish this and give the video to the grand master so we can level up, okay?". The blond sighed and threw his hood back on, retuning to his point on the star with the other two.

_"LARPers" _Andre said under his breath, relieved to have not come upon a Satanist group in his woods. He turned to leave, but then noticed something strange. The star was starting to glow slightly with the resumed chanting. He only had a moment to think on it before the sign erupted in a bright white light, blinding him and throwing him off his feet. He could hear the others screaming and cussing, as well as fast footsteps. When his sight returned, he saw that he had rolled down the hill and ended up a few yards away from the star, which now glowed and burned with flames as white as snow. He saw the purple haired girl from earlier, still recovering from the blast right next to the circle.

"Holy shit!" he yelled, getting up as fast as he could. He ran over to the girl and tossed her away from the sign, then tried to stomp on it to put the flames out. It came as a horrifying surprise when the flames grew higher and began to coat him, even though they did not hurt him in the slightest. When they had engulfed him completely, he felt a pull towards the center of the star, where a white sphere had formed. He was taken off his feet a second time and went hurtling towards the ball of white, losing consciousness the moment he hit it, disappearing in a flash of white.

~Miles~

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Miles yelled as the flames died. He was still lying where he had been thrown, having witnessed the man first burn alive in the flames, then get dragged into the star and just disappear. He felt like he was going to be sick. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he yelled, backing away from the sign. Lindsey was getting up and running towards the circle, falling to her knees and searching for any sign of the man. "Oh my god, oh my god no, please no!" he heard her saying. He got up and ran over to the camera, making sure he could get the footage, then ran over to Lindsey, trying to pull her away from the sign. "Linds, he's gone! Come on, let's get out of here!" He said, trying to talk sense in her. The others had already booked it back to New Orleans, and he was intent on joining them. "Lindsey, seriously! Come on!" he said, trying again to get through to the girl.

"We have to find him, he might be hurt!" she yelled, getting up and running about the area, trying to find some trace of the man. "Linds, now is not the time to listen to that bleeding heart of yours, we need to leave!" he said, dragging his friend away from disaster area. Lindsey broke down into sobbing, not wanting to leave without finding the stranger. "We'll go to Aaron and find out what the hell happened later, now come on!" he said, finally getting the woman to follow him back to the city.

There were a lot of things Miles didn't understand right now, but there was one thing he knew.

"You got some shit to explain, Aaron."

~Andre~

There were three things Andre noticed upon waking. The first thing he noticed was that it was night. The second was that these were not the woods he was just in. The third was that he could not feel the Summer end chill. He got up, looking around and stretching to get the stiffness out of his joints. He was in a clearing, with no indication of any kind as to where he was and how he got there. "Where in the name of mercy did they learn to do that?" he thought, thinking about the teens and the spell. He shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind, and focused himself on finding out where he ended up.

"Just another day, I'd said." he grumbled to himself.