[b][i]Chapter Two[/i][/b] [right]8.[/right]

	“You gave them poison,” he said accusingly, backing away from Dillon. “You made them pass out.”

	“What?” Dylan shook his head, making an almost disgusting face at his brother. “No. Cole - stop!”

	He had turned and begun to run away, feeling like a coward for running from his little brother and leaving his sister behind. As he started to run, he ran into something that caused him to fall backward into the mud. When he looked up, there was nothing, and yet he still felt the sting of being slapped in the face with something sharp. He touched his cheek lightly and withdrew bloody fingertips. Frantic, his eyes searched for his assailant fruitlessly. There was no sound but the rain. He felt wind, as if something had just leaped over him, and turned in time to see Dillon be knocked to the ground by an invisible force.

	“For gods sakes!” Dillon yelled, head lifted from the ground as something kept the rest of his body from moving. “Eat this!”

	Another plastic package was thrown at Cole, only this time it was a brownie. Quickly and without question, he opened the treat and shoved it into his mouth. Within the minute it took for the attacker to fade into view, Dillon had been flung against a tree and a heavy pressure on his chest suffocated Cole. The monster above him closely resembled a black dog. One of its three heads peered down at Cole, sharp teeth bared, and growling slowly became audible.

	“What the-”

	“Hell Hound,” said Dillon between gasps of air. He swatted his hand toward the enormous beast, a weak spark of purple light falling from his fingers onto the soggy leaves beside him. He cursed under his breath weakly.

	A sharp shriek tore through the air. Cole and Dillon both turned to see Jenna cowering behind the log, staring at the creature with its paw upon Cole’s chest.

	“Jenna,” Dillon said, low and calm. “Don’t move or make a sound. Actually, I do want you to move. Come to me. Slowly.”

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