Encounter

Marci finished cooking her and Muffin's meal, she sat down, thanked the deer for providing her a meal and ate. she could see Muffin nibbling his food bit by bit as he always did.

THUMP! BANG!

Marci startledy jumped in her seat, her cat almost falling off the table in surprise. Something had dropped out of the sky or from the top of the mountain and hit her roof.

"What was that?" She asked to herself. She walked over to the porch and looked around. Hanging from the edge of her roof was a young human who had, presumably fell down from the ridge of the mountain.

"Are you alright?" Marci carried the human from her roof onto her wooden porch. From there she could see the human more clearly, he had jet black hair, fair skin and had a few bruises and scratches from the fall. He appeared to be unconscious. She could smell the blood coming from his wounds and immediately covered her nose. It would be troublesome if her instincts were to be triggered.

"Good God. How did this guy fall onto my roof?" She turned to her cat, who was just as confused of this stranger as she was.

She poked his face, wondering wether he was alive or not. Marci shrugged, laid out a mat on the floor and let the guy rest, While she and Muffin finished their meal.

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The stranger opened his eyelids slowly, The orange glow of the early sunset was peeking out through a slit in the dark blinds. He felt something lick his ear, he turned and saw a black cat staring back at him, its green eyes looking at his.

"Uh, Hi?" He said awkwardly. He had nothing else to say, after all, the one he was talking to was a cat. He tried to get up, but then a stabbing pain hit him in the head.

"Ah!" He yelled in pain. The cat climbed over him, making him lie back down, and rested on his stomach. He saw it as a way of giving this man the mercy of not killing himself with pain.

"I guess, I'll just lie here then." He carefully looked around, trying not to disturb the sleeping cat. Around him was a very peculiar space, there was a door right next to the kitchen, the dining table was in an open space with a couch and a black coffin.

When he was sure the cat was asleep he carefully picked it up from his stomach and took a look at it's glass collar. Muffin. It read. He carefully set Muffin down on the mat and proceeded to look around. He entered the bathroom inspecting himself. Gold eyes, jet-black hair, and fair white skin covered in bandages.

"What happened?" He looked at himself, his rib was wrapped in a bandage, so was his head and arm. He tried to remember what happened before he woke up in this strange house, he remembered being chased, people shouting his name and throwing rocks at him, before he fell and that was all he could remember. He went outside wearing a white collared shirt that he had found lying around, surprised that it had even fitted him. He walked outside to find and unfamiliar girl, holding Muffin and looking at him curiously.

"Um, good evening?" He greeted awkwardly.

"Good evening." She replied.

His eyes darted from back to back not knowing where to look, the girls eyes were partly covered and all he could see was a dim grey glow.

"You are?" He asked expecting a reply. The girl turned and headed towards her stove. He took a step backwards fearing that she might have gotten a weapon. Instead she asked: "Tea or coffee?"

He was at a loss for words. That was the least he had expected her to say.

"Uh, tea?" He replied as he sat down on the couch, Muffin following and sitting next to him. She took a tea tray, which held a teapot, a sugar cup and 2 teacups.

"Um, miss?" He looked at her trying to find her eyes. She looked up at him with her dark grey eyes and he shuddered.

"M-may I a-ask your n-name?" He stuttered. She lifted her gaze once more and leaned back against her red sofa.

"Marcilyn Gardner." She replied, with a sigh. "You are?" He flinched and straightened his posture, Marcilyn's scary gaze still locked.

"L-Luther Grey." He said.

Hmm, stumbly. Won't do me any good if he stays here, and i can almost bet those golden eyes are gonna bring me trouble. She thought.

"Where are you from?" Marci asked, taking a sip from her teacup.

"I live on top of the mountain."

Marci froze. Impossible. She assured herself.

Its absolutely impossible. She kept repeating to herself.

"What did you say your last name was?"

"Grey." Luther responded, not thinking much about it.

Grey. this boy, who looks more like he belongs in the town, is in my house and is claiming that he is from the Grey bloodline. How peculiar. She thought to herself. Marci stood up and headed to check if darkness had completely touched the land and if the townsfolk had already closed up for the night.

She headed for her coat rack and grabbed the darkest cloak she had.

"Follow me." Marci said sternly.

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Luther followed Marci obediently, through the lush forest and away from her house.

"Where are we going?" He asked. She didnt reply, she just kept following the path towards a small patch of torches.

"Follow this path and you'll reach town, they'll take care of you there." Marci said not even looking at him, from what he could see, all she cared about was getting him out of here as quick as possible.

He looked through the tunnel, where it led, it twisted and turned towards the village on the other side of the mountain. Suddenly a flash of memory came back.

SPLASH!

Luther fell on his knees. Flashes of the scene that had happened just before he fell from the mountain; being chased by a mob of people holding torches and pitchforks, shouting the word "Witch! Witch!" again and again, rocks being thrown at his back and head. He trembled on the floor trying to get back up. Marci came in the tunnel right behind him to see what the noise was about and found him clinging onto the ends of her cloak, looking more desperate than she had ever seen anyone.

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