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[color=deepskyblue] Marcus kept hovering throughout the trees. The feather he consumed earlier helped him make his way from tree to tree. Not exactly the best means of offense, but excellent for catching the little brats. Looking around, Marcus realized how much he hated the woods. He wouldn't admit it though the atmosphere scared him. Nothing around him except for trees. All he could hear was the faint laughter of children and the rain hitting the tree branches.  

	"Shit," Marcus cursed as he lost his footing. He slowly fell forward; reaching for a branch, he picked himself back up to continue the movement. The rain really made the rest of slow leap slippery. Marcus shivered slightly, trying to focus on nothing but the children. He hoped this mission would end already. He couldn't help to think that he was hearing things. For a second, he swore he heard a clear voice. 

	"Son of a bitch," he turned his head to see the woman catching up. Her magic seemed to have helped her. His heartbeat raced fast with what he considered was an enemy. Not wanting her to think he was scared, Marcus shrugged it off and approved of the collaboration. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. I'll help you."

	Marcus confidently felt better. The accompany of another person, despite her being a nuisance, really lighten the atmosphere. "I think we're close," the teen mentioned. He was correct as the laughter grew louder. The noise was not deafening but only increased in volume. Marcus raised his arm as to signal a halt. He planted his feet on the last branch he leaped on; he even grabbed onto some tree bark to ensure he wouldn't float forward with too much momentum. "What the" Marcus eyes widen.   [/color]


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[color=gray] The area looked exactly as Liz saw in her vision. All the kids gathered around an empty circle with an absence of trees.
 It was such an abnormality for the trees to just have stopped. The only peculiar thing in the circle was a double stream crossing by. The two creaks met with each other yet their current still continued. Most of the kids were happily playing in the water. Some of them splashed each other while others were just jumping up and down. The water looked shallow enough.

	Their laughter could still be heard. Seeing kids playing usually can be described as wonderful or pleasant to see. Not in this case, the best word that can be used is "haunting." The rain falling down and the tall trees did not help how awful this appeared. Before the teenagers could make a move, they stopped. All the kids suddenly turned around to the trees. Their bodies became stiff as a board; all their arms fell to their sides and their mouths became closed. 

	The teens could still hear laughter though. They clearly saw the kids' mouths were not opening, but the childish giggling proceeded. Not only that, but following that was a high-pitched song. The song broke out and possibly hurt the teen's ears. Something about the music caused irritation. It affected the children too, but in a more primal way. They started dancing around the creak--while doing this dance, they began screaming obscenities and other incoherent mess. 

	The children formed a circle. With close inspection, Liz' sister was in the water unconscious. Her body stayed afloat as the other kids danced around her. Momentarily, the noise stopped. The dancing, the screaming, the music, it all came to a halt. Nothing was amounting to any sense. Was this all planned by the kids? Where was the person responsible for this?

	Before any more questions could be mentally asked, a hostile growl could be heard on the other side. Trees collapsed as something pushed its way into the circle. Teens might have thought this probably have been the works of a person with mutant powers. They realized how wrong they had become. 

	The thing stepped into the clearing. His eyes adjusted to the falling rain. With a grunt, he looked into the direction of where the teens were kept. [color=red]"There are only five of you. You should've brought more,"[/color] his voice was heavy. It almost sounds like thunder by itself. He lifted his heavy arm to stroke one of his antlers. [color=red]"The one you call "sister" has the purest of hearts."[/color] The monster approached closely to the stream. 

	He stood above the children as they surrounded Liz's sister. [color=red]"Because of that, her sacrifice is needed. And it will happen. You can fight, but your loss is inevitable."[/color] A breath of air came out of his nostrils. [color=red]"Go home and live another day of your short life."[/color][/color]

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