Hesitantly, almost as if you're afraid that it's going to burn, you place your hand in Kevin's. His hand is warm and the touch is somehow friendly, almost comforting. Again the pain in your head subsides and Kevin smiles.
"That's good, Jay. I can keep the headaches away for a bit longer." He frowns. "They shouldn't be this bad though. We need to get you to the others so we can figure out what's gone wrong."
"Gone wrong with what?" You try to keep cool, act as if none of this matters but you cant keep the pleading out of your voice. If Kevin really does know what's wrong with you ....
He grins reassuringly.
"Not here. The others sent me because you know who I am but we need to get you out of this place." He looks around and you follow his gaze to a group of men in suits who are just climbing from their cars in the playing field's car park. They look wrong, somehow, out of place amongst the kids and the parents and the teenagers playing football. These men are too smart and too neat to be here, now. They look as if they should be handing their car keys to a valet before heading up to their executive suites. Kevin's reassuring grin fades and he looks afraid as if he recognises the men and isn't happy to see them.
[Adam, those goons in suits are here again.]
You turn back round to see who Kevin is talking to but there's no one in sight and if there's a response you don't hear it. Kevin seems to though because he nods, even though you haven't spoken. The other boy is still holding you hand and you suddenly feel self conscious, aware of how things must appear to the men in the suits. Kevin doesn't give you time to think about it though, he uses the grip to tug your arm sharply. Without thinking you move towards him and then you realise that you're following him at a run, your hand still in his. He pulls you around the corner of the toilet block and into a stand of trees, hidden from both the playing field and the car park.
Suddenly, he stops and you barely prevent yourself from cannoning into the back of him. Kevin turns to face you.
"Now," He says, "Let's get going."
Struggling to catch your breath you look into his eyes and impossibly you see a blue lightning crackling through his brown irises. The lightning engulfs him and, a moment later, it engulfs you too. There's no time to struggle, no time to react.
"This is it!" Is your only thought as around you the world changes.
Do you:
a) Panic?
b) Accept what's happening and wait for an explanation?
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