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Two forms stood on the cliff overlooking a secluded breach. They watched several young men playing a game of volleyball.

"They don't have a clue do they?" one figure asked the other, wiser being in an ancient language.

"No, and they like it better that way. They feel superior," the older replied. "But one of them is the chosen one."

"Which one? The blonde seems to be the biggest believer."

"No, he is not strong enough to handle the task. True, he believes the strongest, but his friend is the one we seek."

Brian watched as the beach ball sailed over his head and landed 20 yards away. "What did you do that for Frack?!"

"What?" Nick looked at his friend innocently.

"Will someone just get the ball?" AJ looked around the group.

"I'll get it," Brian offered. As he ran down the shore line he noticed two shadowy figures watching from the cliff. He shielded his eyes to get a better look, but they disappeared. He shrugged and retrieved the ball.

Brian's breath was short and sweat cascaded down his toned body. They had just finished doing a complete run of the show. The vast arena seemed stuffy and his lungs were gasping for air, his throat begging for a drink. He picked up a water bottle, not caring weather it was his or not and gulped it down. A slight breeze ruffled his hair. Brian looked and saw a door propped open. He called out to one of his bandmates telling them he would be outside.

Brian leaned against the cool wall. Although the sun was hitting him directly, a breeze cooled him off. He slowly sank to the ground. At last, he was alone with his thoughts. With touring, he never got a peaceful moment to himself.

"What are you doing out here sonny?" an old, cracked voice came from his left.

Brian turned and looked at an old man slumped against the wall. "What are you doing here?" Brian challenged.

"I live here."

"But...." Brian protested.

"I get by. You rock stars never eat your entire catered meal, I get the leftovers," he assured the young man.

"But what do you do for shelter? The weather can get pretty bad at times," Brian asked, concerned for the man's well-being.

"No one looks in the rafters and I get a free show."

"Hey Rok, time to get ready for the meet 'n greet," AJ called out.

Brian turned to the door and saw the younger man. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute or two."

"No prob," AJ disappeared inside.

Brian looked back to where the man had bad been sitting. There was nothing there. This puzzled him, he had been there one minute and then he was gone. He shook his head and went inside.

After the show that night, Brian took a plate of food out to the back area. There was still no trace of the man, but Brian left it there for him in case he came back. He never saw the two figures watching him from the shadows, their eyed glowing.

"He's certainly caring enough," one figure stated in their natural language.

"Yes... and possibly we can use this. We must continue to monitor him, we need to know every aspect of him before we make our move," the older responded. Both watched to young man head back into the building.

"Why him?" the first inquired.

"He has the gene to save us. His mother was one of us, his father human. He and his older brother are carriers. However due to past circumstances, his brother can not be used," the wiser one explained.

"Is he human or one of us?"

"He's mostly human. That's where our problem comes in. We can't tell him everything and expect him to help us. We must learn from him, then inch into his life. When he becomes trusting enough, we'll get him to help us."

"Won't that break everything he has learned and everything he believes?" the first questioned.

"Some go about their lives, and some have mental breakdowns. We can not be sure of his outcome until we have completed our mission."

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