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YAY Chapter Two. I know you guys are just DYING to see what happens. Well, maybe not, but I'm still uploading. Haaah.

Enjoy. If it isn't the usual Breeze epicosity I sorry, kinda just jotted it down really fast and editing was catastrophic.

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Chapter Two

Time passed. Daniel grew older. As he did he found a nice foster home with two loving parents and a demonic younger sister. Now he was legally known as Daniel River, though in his head he would always be Daniel Stark. Through his life he would catch glimpses of Molly Bawn, who looked a little older each time he saw her. He never talked to her though. Not until he was about twenty one, getting ready to go to America to start his new life with college.

Daniel gripped the doorway, swinging around to look outside his room. He watched as his sister walked by. She smirked and he glowered at her. "Mom," he called as his sister went down the stairs. "Have you seen my comb?"

"If you kept it in the bathroom, you wouldn't have this problem," came her response. Daniel looked up at the ceiling, sighing softly. "Yeah, yeah. Could you just tell me where it is?"

"In the living room, beside the tv." Daniel could hear his foster mother getting pots and pans out from the cabinet where they were stored. Probably to make a big going away breakfast for him. Typical mom. She always made such a big deal about Daniel when something big happened to him. Birthdays were always catastrophic.

With a sigh, Daniel stomped down the stairs. "Here comes the drama king," he heard his mother say from the kitchen. Without giving his sister, who was flicking through her music, a look he snatched the comb from the table. He was about to march back up to resume his packing when he caught sight of something odd.

Outside, not too far from the window, was Molly Bawn. Daniel blinked and stepped forward about an inch. Molly looked around before beckoning him over. She looked around again, curls flying, and left quickly.

It took a while for Daniel's brain to register all that had just happened. He stood still as he tried to figure out what to do. Well, it wouldn't hurt to just follow her, right?

"Hey, I'm going, um...out. Be right back," Daniel said hastily. He dashed to the front door and snagged his coat, packing forgotten as he stepped out into the cold of the afternoon. They were still in early spring, having just climbed out of winter a few days ago.

Daniel looked around the street. He went the way that Molly had. It had been ages since that night they spoke. A beckon was probably the oddest thing she could've done at a time like this.

"Molly?" Daniel called as he neared the end of the third block, sweeping his gaze around. "Molly, where are -" A hand smacked over his mouth and jerked him to the side, into the space between two buildings. As he began to yell into the hand he felt it tighten. "Hush!" That was when he saw her eyes.

Her eyes were a light blue, like the sky above them. The afternoon sky. Daniel knew those eyes. He had seen them when he was seven. His own eyes, which were a brown-ish green color, widened.

"Mah-la?" Daniel asked, voice uncomprehendable through the hand. Molly took her hand off of his mouth and inspected it.

"You don't keep quiet that well, do you?" she asked in a low whisper. Daniel smiled apologetically, sheepishly. "Sorry," he murmured, but Molly was already up again. She looked out at the street silently.

Daniel sat up. "Why -" he was cut off when Molly showed him the palm of her hand to silence him. He fell silent. The hair on the back of his neck raised as he felt warm breath billowing onto his skin. Tingles of fear and jolts of adrenaline shot through his body as something wet lightly brushed against the skin of his neck, almost on accident.

When the white, muscled form of Isha stalked into his view, Daniel relaxed. Nothing to worry about. Isha would never hurt him. Unless he was brought into a trap. His heartbeat went up again at the thought.

"Alright. Coast is clear." Molly stepped back from the building. She turned and walked back to Daniel. The girl crouched down, and smiled drily. "Hello, Daniel Stark. It's been a while since we've talked."

Daniel nodded in agreement. He looked around and asked, "Why are we sitting in an alley?"

"Hello, wolf girl?" Molly motioned to herself. "Can't really get into a hotel or anything." Daniel nodded. "Right." There was a pause where Daniel went silent again, feeling rather awkward.

"I'm not running from anything," Molly stated out of the blue. Daniel's head jerked up. "What?" She shook her head, saying it was nothing. Her face, though, said otherwise. Daniel opened his mouth and took a breath to speak.

That was when the rag appeared out of nowhere. Before Daniel could even begin to shout the drugs were starting to kick in. His eyes began to close.

That wasn't chloroform, Daniel thought as he lost consciousness.

When Daniel opened his eyes again he found himself tied to a chair. No, not tied. Chained. Padlocked, too. His eyes widened and he tried to get himself free.

"Day-ah!" Daniel's eyes snapped to his left. He saw Molly, tied and gagged, with wide, panicked eyes. Just beside her was a chained Isha, whimpering. He looked back at Molly, and made a series of muffled shouts that were supposed to be something along the lines of "Where are we?"

Molly gave him an odd look. She was about to say something when the door opened.

"Hello, there," said the man in the doorway. He stepped into the room slowly, ominously. His lips curved up in a smile, cold and cruel. "I'm here to end your legend, Miss Bawn."

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