Title: Ransom
By: Mystical Angel
Chapter: 4
Rating:

Disclaimers:  It makes me feel so bad to know 
I didn't create Sailor Moon, why oh why do they
 make us put disclaimers on these?! ::sobs::  
Naoko ::sniffles::  created Sailor Moon and the
 characters.  I'm just temporarily borrowing them... ^_^;;

Author's Note: MINMAE!  WORK ON YOUR FOOTBALL STORY!!
 Okay- this is chapter 4 of my story and if anyone 
sees any mistakes please tell me and I enjoy reading
 all of your e-mail messages stating you like my 
story, but as I tell people, I cannot give you the
 chapters ahead of time because it just would not
 be fair to others, so please don't ask me!  Thank
 you!  Keep writing to me!
	Ja Ne!
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Ransom 
Chapter: 4


	Time had passed since I left.  I was growing
 more hungry by the minute and it was about noon or
 so, the sun was way up high in the sky.  The first 
thing I noticed early this morning was that there 
were absolutely no clouds what so ever, the sky was 
a rosy morning pink and the crickets had fallen asleep
 long ago, but now I'm beginning to think that some 
kind of storm is on it's way, more clouds were visible 
and they were cumulous nimbus ; perfect storm clouds. 
 I had no idea what I was thinking when I left, I 
should have stayed and at least figured out where the 
hell I was.  But there might have not been another 
chance to escape, but on the other hand, I never 
thought I would miss my kidnapper... Darien.  I missed 
him terribly, I have to admit it otherwise my subconscious 
would kill me.
	My surroundings are not the best.  I'm on a street 
in the middle of nowhere, with no food and in the last 
few hours or so I have seen one car pass by but it was 
a manure truck and it didn't look like it was going my
 way, even though I have no idea which way is my way. 
 The clothes I wore made me cold, the temperature had 
decreased dramatically and it was extremely sticky and
 humid.  Trees, which led to a nearby forest, towered 
over me and I had walked for miles.  There were no gas 
stations, no restaurants, no hotels, motels... nothing. 
 No homes, no place to go, no place to call my mother 
or father, no where to hide except the forest but I had 
to follow the road.  There was a sign a while back that 
told me In was heading north.  My house is upstate, but
 since I don't know where I was there was no way for me
 to find out whether I should go South or North to reach
 my home.  It was all too confusing for me.  I started 
to have flashbacks of my family, mirages appeared out 
of nowhere, I headed for a home that was on the side of
 the road but it turned out to be an abandoned well. I 
hit my head on the wooden part trying to knock the stoned 
for entrance.  It didn't work too well.
	Not too far off in the distance there was a rock 
on the side of the road, I have been walking non stop 
since this morning and I am tired and even though my 
brain tells me to keep going I have to stop for a while
 before going on.  Sitting down on the rock I noticed 
little black bugs crawling across the street, the birds
 in a nearby tree flew away in a clutter and sort of swiveled
 and turned along to keep with their leader.  The sky
grew darker as a moving cloud covered the sun for a few
 moments then moved on gathering more water so it would
 be able to give the pretty little flowers a drink of 
water.  Noticing these things made me wonder another few
 things.  We, human beings, will look at something out 
of ordinary, like fish in a tank, and we see them just 
swimming around in circles except and feeding time.  But
 I wonder, what if another sort of creature was watching
 us?  What would happen if we were stuck in a cage that we
 call earth and there was a gigantic being that kept us 
as a pet?  It probably would think how boring we were since
 once in the morning all these people drive in their cars
 one way to places and drove back in their car at a different
 time to get back from where ever they came from.  We, 
human beings, could also be considered a school of fish,
 especially at traffic hours.  
	I became bored with these mind games that I was 
playing, the school of fish routine, the actual meaning 
of a word, and why dogs chase their tails.  By now I 
was relaxed enough to once again start my journey.  My 
eyes began to grow heavy and the sky even more dark.  
From a distance was a sound.  A low grumbling or buzzing
 type of sound. I furrowed my eyebrows and squinted my
 eyes and stopped walking.  Bending down on my knees I 
placed my ear against the gravel street to listen or feel
 any vibrations for an oncoming car.  They were there!  
Quickly, I jumped up and ran to the other side of the 
street.  I was now on the right side waving my arms 
while walking backwards unconsciously.   A car was coming 
down the street at a fast pace, I started jumping up and
 down over and over again, my voice was scratchy from
 screaming so loud.  I was sure the driver would see me! 
	"Hello!  Help!  Help me, please!"  I yelled out.  
"I need a ride to the nearest phone!  PLEASE!"  The car 
was getting nearer.  I backed up some more and tripped 
over a rock right as the car came over the last hill in
 my direction.  I fell on my butt and rolled down a smaller
 hill and into a ditch on the side of the road.  The car 
drove past without noticing me.  I kept rolling down further
 in the ditch until I reached the middle where it began
 to go upwards and into the forest.  I finally stopped 
and rolled on my back where I just lay for a few minutes,
 not even believing what had just happened.  The wind 
was knocked out of me and as I lay on my back my eyes 
started to water, but I refused to let myself cry, I was
 old enough to make some kind of decision that would help
 me get out of here.  Still... my eyes watered and the 
clouds, which were now a dark gray, started to resemble
 my family and then there was a cloud that resembled...
 Darien? I was in shock; denial was more like it though.
  'The car will come back, I know it will.  It'll come 
back, just wait and you'll see.'  My mind kept telling 
itself.
	Something from above dripped down on my shoulder. 
 Then another soon followed on my leg, then another on 
my forehead, and then another and another and another. 
 As the rain started pouring down on me, drenching my 
clothes and clinging them to my legs... realization hit
 like a thousand knives.  It wasn't going to come back,
 I would never get home, my family would soon forget 
about my existence.  I started to cry fruitfully.   
My chest thundered with every heave of air I took in.  
My heart pounded and it hurt like hell.  I guess you 
could say it was heartbreak.  A lump welled up in my
 throat and it was one I couldn't swallow back down.
  The strength of the rain grew harder and heavier. 
I cried uncontrollably and grabbed onto my stomach 
which made me want to roll on my side.  Instead I jumped
 up and ran up the ditch and onto the road where I threw 
my arms up and screamed as loud as I could.  "Fine!  
Take my life from me!  You took everything else!  I don't
 need you...or anyone for that matter!  I will find my 
own way home!  I will live on and tell my tale!  I will 
survive... on... my... OWN!" I fell to the ground, exhausted
 from the screaming out to no one. I was on my knees and
 my hands hurt from being scratched from the gravel on
 the street.  I cried again out loud, I was sobbing, scared,
 cold, and all alone. My elbows gave way and my forearms 
hit the street, I didn't notice the little trickle of blood
 that ran from my elbows and with the small current of 
the rain water.  My hair began to undo itself out of it's
 usual two buns on either side, soon all my hair was on 
the street getting dirty from all the residue of the long
 gone passing cars; little pebbles got tangled in my 
wild mane.  "I don't care anymore, I don't give a crud,"
 I said between sobs. "Why do things like this happen 
to me?!  I'm a teenager, I can't survive on my own, I 
can't do anything, I'm worthless."  I cried some more.
  The more I thought this the more I became depressed.
   I wanted to be happy, but at the moment it was almost
 impossible.  I didn't care at the moment if another 
car decided to come by or not, I didn't care if the 
driver would see me or not.
	I stopped crying, all salty tears were now soaked 
in my skin along with the rain water.  My eyes were 
extremely heavy from the crying and I was about to fall
 asleep when an unfamiliar sound came from the distance. 
 It was soft and in the sound of pouring rain I wouldn't
 have noticed it I wasn't laying down on the ground. 
 Realizing what it must be I sat up unwillingly and looked
 onward, I didn't get up to my feet scared I was to fall 
again.   It was too far away to tell for sure whether it
 was a car or not but I still looked on hoping, praying.
 I smiled seeing it was a vehicle.  It was a motorcycle 
and someone was on it in the rain?  'What a wacko, but 
if this wacko will get me to the nearest phone I'll do 
almost anything.' I thought.  I was in tears again, I 
quickly stood up, I had this gut feeling that this was 
the one to get me away from here.  I jumped up and down
 waving my arms above my head. I started laughing out 
loud in joy as the person on the motorcycle slowed down
 to a halt.  It was a man, a powerful and well built man 
on the motorcycle.  I thought twice about the situation,
 was I desperate enough?  'What happens if he wanted 
something in return?' I thought.  My thoughts were interrupted
 by a muffles voice behind the helmet he wore.  I couldn't
 see his face.
	"What are you doing out here little lady?  Need a 
lift?" I could feel his grin widening. I blushed even 
though I couldn't see him.
	"I... I got... lost and no one really comes by here." 
I stammered. 
	"So you need a ride?  Where are you going?"  He asked.
	"Yes, I need a ride, but only if it's not any trouble,
 do I need to repay you... in any way?"  Inside my head I 
was screaming at myself. 'Here you are, someone is willing
 to give you a lift and you ask him if he needs anything 
in return!  How stupid can you be?!'
	He laughed a bit. "No, you don't have to repay me at
 all.  Lets just say it's out of the goodness of my heart
 for young ladies in distress.  Where are you going?"  He
 asked again.
	"As far as you're going I guess," I could feel his 
smile burning through the helmet again.
	"Alright then, hop on.  There's a helmet strapped on 
the back, hold on tight when you're ready."  I walked forward
 to the motorcyclist and hopped on the bike, strapping the 
extra helmet onto my head and placed the visor down so the
 rain wouldn't hit my face nearly as much.  I sat and thought
 for a moment.
	"Um...hehe, what do I hold on to... hehe,"  He turned
 his head laughing at me being so naïve.  He took my wrists 
and wrapped them around his waist lightly.  He made sure 
they were laced together before he looked to see where I 
had rested my feet. He didn't say anything so I guess I 
had them in the correct position.   He looked at me through 
his black helmet and I knew he could see my blushing from 
behind the white helmet I wore.  I bent my head down.  
Turning back around I heard one last thing from his mouth...
	"You're very pretty missy.  What's your name?"
	"Se...Serena."
	"Oh, very pretty to go along with your pretty face,"
  And we took off down the road.  It was real jerky at first 
and I almost fell backwards but he held onto my hand for 
extra restraint knowing that was to happen.  After a while 
of riding I slowly leaned my head against his back.  The 
road seemed to go on forever and as we passed trees, bushes,
 deer, and other forest things we began to get into a more 
clear area.  We passed farms and other buildings and we 
began to get into towns, I read the signs as we passed by 
trying to figure out where we were and where we were heading.
 I never figured it out.  We soon stopped at a red light and
 the rain had passed, the sky was now an orange purple 
pinkish color in one direction and a dark navy blue in 
the other direction.  I lifted my head from his back and 
yawned from the days events.  It was beginning to be night
time and I wanted to be home warm and safe in my bed.   
The light turned green and we once again jerked forward 
but soon pulled over to a gas station on the right.  We 
waited a few minutes before there was a vacancy.  He was
 soon turning off the ignition and stepping off of the bike.
  I just sat there, waiting to see his face when he took
 off his helmet, but it soon occurred to me that he wasn't
 going to take it off at all.  I was curious, so I kept on 
watching throughout the time I sat there.
	The man looked carefully at the choices for the 
gasoline and at the prices.  He never pulled up the visor 
and he didn't take off his helmet either, soon... one of 
the workers there came over kind of chuckling at him.
	"Can I help you, sir?  Anything in particular you are
 looking for?"
	"Um... hmm.... Which one is premium?"  The voice 
sounded a bit familiar when he spoke. 
	"It's the one to the far right, sir.  Anything else?
  A drink for the little lady?"  I pulled off my helmet and 
started putting my hair back up. I had it tucked in my 
shirt while we were riding and it was making my back itch
 all over.  The man looked over at me and seemed hesitant,
 but to me I think he was astonished at how long my hair 
was, everyone who just met me always do that.  I had a 
hunch he would say no but to my surprise he said, "Yes, 
go get her a pop.  What kind do you want... Serena."  I 
was astounded that he remembered my name.
	"Oh... no thank you, I don't need anything to drink,
 I've had all the water my body can take.  Thank you anyway,"
 I protested.
	"Get her one anyway for later on, please.  Oh, and a
 bag of chips perhaps." The worker smiled and nodded in my
 direction, I rolled my eyes.  A gasoline worker... trying
 to be polite.  Not likely.  I liked my lips, I wanted to 
ask... 'Why won't you take off your helmet,'  But I waited
 for a few moments.   I began to grow nervous, he probably 
doesn't want me to see his face. 'Maybe he's and escaped 
convict or something!' I bit my lower lip until it was numb.
  He moved over to me and leaned against his bike saying 
nothing. I gathered up courage.
	"Um... why don't you take off your helmet?  It might 
be easier to see at night.  How much farther are you going?" 
I asked.  I wasn't prepared for what was to happen next.
	"I guess you'll need to find out soon enough, Serena,"
 He replied.
	"What do you mean?  Who are you?  What's your name?" 
 I asked.  I was beginning to get more and more courageous.  
But my mind screamed out to stop.  His back seemed to lose 
it's posture and he cringed when I asked for his name. 
	"You have to promise me something though, because I 
will have to explain a lot to you for you to totally understand. 
 Okay?"
	"Okay, what do I need to promise?" I asked.  I began
 to get worried.
	"You must promise you won't scream or try to get away
 or try to struggle, I won't come after you because I don't
 want to take the chance.  Can you promise me that?"
	"Yea, sure, but why would I want to scream at you?" I 
half choked and half laughed.
	"Trust me, you'll want to.  Then again maybe not."  He 
let his head fall so he was looking at his knees like they 
were really interesting.  The leather jacket he wore was 
slowly taken off so he would be able to unclasp the helmet 
he wore.  His voice was hoarse and muffled still, but I 
could hear his slowly quickening hot breaths heating and 
fogging up the visor.  He was extremely nervous for some 
reason.  His shirt was bared and that too looked strangely
 familiar from the distance I was.  While he was fiddling 
with  his helmet I noticed he wanted to take his time so 
I looked towards the gas station hoping the gas worker person 
would hurry up with my pop, my throat was suddenly dry. I 
swallowed the never leaving lump again and twirled my thumbs
 together. 
	"I can't take this anymore!  I have to know!  I have
 to know... where the bathroom is."  I said a bit too loud.
(an: sounds like something I would do ^_^;;) I wanted to 
yell out, 'I can't take this anymore! I have to know!  I 
have to know who the heck you are!'  but unfortunately it 
didn't work out exactly according to plan.  With his helmet
 still on his head spun in my direction with lightning fast 
reflexes.  His head shook and he pointed to a huge sign right
 in front of us that said "Restroom, enter if you dare."  I
 stared at it in somewhat fright. Slowly, I stood up and 
looked back at him, I pointed to an oversized outhouse and
 he nodded.  I walked backwards and he placed his leather 
jacket over his shoulder and pulled up his visor to rub 
his eyes.  His hands covered his face just before I was 
able to take a peek at him.  I cursed beneath my breath
 and walked to the bathroom. I stood no more than four 
feet away from the bathroom and there was an awful stench
 protruding from the door already.  If it had color I 
could imagine a green thick juicy cloud seeping through
 the cracks.  It was disgusting. I immediately backed 
away but soon stopped when someone emerged from the dark
 hole of disgusting... stuff.  It was a man and he had 
a handkerchief over his nose.  He stopped in front of 
me and looked onward in a sympathetic kind of way.  He 
groped through his coat pockets and pulled out another 
handkerchief and handed it to me.  I looked at him with an
 eyebrow raised.  Clearing his throat he said...
	"Missy, if you don't have to go too bad then wait. 
 Otherwise use this and keep it."  The man walked on, my 
eyes followed him.  Now that I think of it I did have to
 use the throne.  Pretty bad actually.  I haven't gone all
 day.  I yelled out a thank you and I received a wave as 
a reply. I felt eyes on me. I twisted my body around to 
see the man leaning against the bike with his helmet still
 on.  I choked out a laugh and waved.  He waved back. 
'Great, just what I need, encouragement.' I swallowed. 
 No one was in the bathroom, it would be just me... 'Lucky
 me...'  I bit my lip again.  The doorknob was turned by 
my hand and a dim light shined down on me.  The door was 
squeaky and I immediately placed the handkerchief over my
 nose and mouth.  As I breathed in the first breath of air 
from the bathroom I gagged.  It was so raunchy it made fresh
 cow dung smell good enough to eat.   I entered the bathroom
 and had to walk down a small hallway, the smell growing
 ever stronger by the second.  My surroundings were grotesque. 
 The floors were supposed to be white but were brown and 
stained with something I don't want to know.  A roach 
crawled up the wall, one singular window was visible on 
my left but to me I wouldn't consider that a window because
 you couldn't see anything from outside, there were no 
trees that towered over the little house.  
	There were two stalls and one of the doors
 on the stalls had broken down so I moved towards
 the one that wasn't broken and opened the stall
 door and almost screamed.  I ran out of that stall
 and almost vomited on the floor before running 
out of the bathroom all together.  I was sure that
 by the time I got out of the bathroom my face was
 green.  I left the bathroom and walked behind it
 in case I would vomit.  I would dare go in there 
again.  Behind the gas station were some woods, I
 would just have to go there.  I bit my lip, but 
since it was so swollen it hurt like heck.  There
 was a small path not far from the bathroom and I
 took that route.
	A few minutes later I walked out from behind
 the bathroom and walked away from the sign saying
 restrooms enter if you dare with my fingers shaped
 in a cross.  The man on the motorcycle was gone.  
The bike was sitting on the side, it had been obviously 
moved there, and the leather jacket and helmet were 
laying on the seat to my amazement.  Two pops were
 lying by the tire and one had a note attached to 
it.  I walked over and picked up the pop with the 
note.  I read it.  It said... 
Dear Serena, This is for you.  I'm in the store 
looking for a bike part, be back in fifteen.  
	No signature was at the end of the note.  I 
looked around for any sign and in my head I pictured
 what he must look like. 'He has a nice build, so he
 must he gorgeous looking.  Lets see, blonde hair 
and green eyes.  A very strong chin and his hair has
 to be slick.  Yea, that would be nice.'  My face 
blushed and I giggled at the thought while scratching 
my temple.   Unconsciously I leaned against the bike
 waiting for the man while laughing at myself.  Soon
 I was sitting on the ground humming a tune while 
waiting for the man.  As I was about to close my 
eyes I felt eyes on me.  Staring at me, watching my
 every move.  I yawned deeply. A sound came from my
 throat while yawning.   Crickets started chirping 
and I began to wonder if he would ever come back.  
'Maybe I should just leave him a note saying I decided
 to walk.'  The last few birds sang their last bars 
of melody and harmony.  I stood up and stretched and
 yawned while looking for a pencil or pen that he 
might have used to write my letter to him.  Unfortunately 
I didn't see any.
	"Oh that figures."  I said out loud.
	"What figures?"  Said a voice.
	"There's no pen or pencil so I can write this 
guy... wait, I remember that voice."  My eyes 
widened.  I didn't dare turn around.  It couldn't 
be him.  It just couldn't be.  
	"Serena... you promised not to scream.  
Remember?  Please don't scream.  I beg of you.  
Just let me explain."   My hands shook, I was so 
frightened.  I almost couldn't breathe and when I
 did it was in short wheezes.  "Please, Serena.  
Don't."  I opened my mouth to speak.
	"It can't be... D... you. No, it isn't you. 
 I don't want it to be you."  I started to cry at 
the last few words.  I was in denial. My foot turned
 unwillingly towards him.   I wanted to see him 
standing there, but then again I didn't.  I knew 
why he was here.  Why he didn't want me to scream. 
 Why... was he the motorcyclist?  Was that him the
 entire time?  But, why? I swallowed and slowly turned 
around, my eyes found the tar and my feet. I wiggled 
my toes.  I couldn't face him.  He wanted to take me
 back.  He needed to take me back so I wouldn't squeal.
  So he wouldn't go to jail.  Our eyes met.  I started
 hyperventilating and tears made my eyes swell.  I 
kept my promise not to scream.  Instead I ran.  
Sprinted.  Adrenaline pumping through my veins again.
  My feet hurt from earlier this morning's run. I had 
a serious case of déjà vu.  He chased after me and soon
 caught up and grabbed me around the waist from behind.
  He trapped my arms when my waist was grabbed.  We fell 
to the ground.  I landed first and he was on top of me. 
 His arm was trapped underneath my body and he tried to
 silence me even though I was too scared for words or 
a scream.  I just cried instead.  My cheek was against
 the grass now, we ran about a hundred yards to the 
side of the gas station.  The grass was wet with previous
 rain.  It was soft and a light green.  His body was 
half on top of me and half not, he was breathing hard 
and trying to keep my feet from kicking him.  His mouth 
reached my ear and whispered something in it.  I couldn't 
contemplate though.  I was too busy crying.  
	"Hey, is there a problem?  Is he hurting you miss?"
  I stopped my wailing and looked up.  I blushed realizing
 the position he and I were in.  I tried to look 
at Darien but my neck didn't like the turn.  He 
whispered in my ear again.  "Please... " he said.
	"No, there isn't a problem.  Sorry mister." 
I barely choked out.
	"Then if you don't mind... go get a room,"  I 
gave him a weak smile.  The man walked away.  He 
was obese in the stomach and in the neck.  His 
legs were somewhat normal for a man that size. My 
hand was freed from underneath my body but was soon
 captured by a strong arm.  His mouth was once again 
by my ear and was soon whispering something.  Since 
I wasn't crying I was able to understand what he 
was saying.
	"Please don't.  I won't hurt you even if you
 try to get away.  I'm only doing this now because
 I need you to listen.  You and really only you can
 help me.  You must believe me, and trust me.  I'm 
going to let you go now if you promise not to try 
and get away.  You didn't scream so I'm going to 
trust you, but... will you trust me?"  His words 
reached my cerebrum (an: sounds like Ami) and I blinked
 twice. There was an intake of air to my lungs as 
weight was removed from my body.  Boy was he heavy. 
 I looked at him with terror still plastered in my 
eyes.  His eyebrows were raised and his mouth ajar
 heaving air in and out staring at me with interest. 
 I sat up with my knees bent.  My arms were crossed 
over my knees, I laid my head on them and my eyes 
started watering again.
	"What the hell do you want form me?!  I did 
nothing to you!"  I cried out.
	"Shh, quiet will ya?  Please?!  If you'd be 
quiet maybe I'd explain why I picked you up on the
 road." I picked my head up and stared into his dark
 ocean blue eyes.  He was sincere.
	"Go on." I said.
	"I don't kidnap people for fun you know.  I 
was forced to.  It started as a college prank and 
became more serious when my friend Andrew met this
 girl named Jean.  I wanted to quit, along with 
Andrew I didn't want any trouble but she had a gun. 
 Andrew and I agreed to play along with it for a 
while then turn ourselves in and tell the police 
the story but about a week ago I began to wonder 
if Andrew was really acting or being serious.  I 
realized when they began talking about actually 
kidnapping someone that he wasn't acting."  From 
then on he told his story on what it was like for 
him,   His so called "friend" Andrew treated him worse 
than he, Jean, or Darien himself had ever treated me 
while was I there.  It was horrifying to know he had
 been betrayed by his own best friend.  I had started 
to wonder why he had turned on Darien.  Was it just 
because of Jean or was it something else?  Was Andrew
 mentally ill or something? 
	The time I spent listening to Darien the more 
I felt for him.  He wasn't just a criminal, he was a
 criminal at all.  He was a college student playing
 a prank that got out of hand and couldn't be 
stopped by himself.  He didn't want to tell anyone
 because he was afraid to be caught guilty for something
 he didn't do, either that or he was afraid no one would
 believe him.  I believe him though.  I want to help
 him get his life back.  No one even knows what has 
been going on though, only him, Jean, Andrew and myself.
  It has to be stopped once and for all. 'Wow, that 
sounds like something from a movie."  Darien went 
silent, listening to the crickets and an almost 
audible sound of a nearby creek or stream played
 in our ears. I heard him sigh, he needed help and 
I had made up my mind.  
	"Darien, I'll help you.  You feel just as 
lost and as confused as I do.  Together we can find
 a way.  Oh jeez.  Such a serious moment and I'm 
thinking how much I sound like my mother."  I wiped
 my eyes with a part of my sleeve.  He chuckled.
	The stars were shinning down on us now, and 
he fell on his back making a sound when he hit the 
ground.  The feeling of safeness swept over me again 
and I stared down at him.  His eyes glistened, he was
 trying not to cry, he was trying to be macho even in
 the most emotional time of his life.  My arms were now
 wrapped around me; goose bumps appearing from the cold
 I felt, my teeth chattered from my body which was 
shivering.  My eyes lazily closed a bit, cloth was
 wrapped around my body.  I looked up in surprise
 and saw that the ugly green jacket he wore under
 his leather jacket was off of him and on myself. 
  His reassuring eyes sparkled in the night.  A fog
 began to roll in creating an eerie surrounding 
around us. There was some movement to my left, I 
eyeballed it for more than three minutes.
	"Do you want to leave?  We can..." I interrupted
 him.
	"PLEASE!  Lets leave!"  Before he could say 
anything else I had stood up, grabbed his hand and 
dragged him t the bike where I slammed his helmet on
 his head, slammed mine on, buckled the clasp and sat
 on the bike trying to get him on.  All the while he
 was laughing extremely hard.  "Well?!  What are you
 waiting for, Darien?!  Get on the bike and lets go!"
	"Okay... okay, okay!"  He said in between laughs.
 "Wow, I haven't laughed like that in a long time.  
Thanks, Serena," Darien stared into my eyes for a few
 moments before leaning in closer to my face.  He had
 a serious look in his eyes and he slightly parted his
 lips.  Breathing in his hand was raised to my face, 
it slightly brushed my cheek and then my ear. "Serena? 
 You have something in your hair,"  My mouth dropped. 
 He pulled a leaf from my hair a tossed it to the side
 of his bike.  He didn't say another word and climbed
 on his bike to start it.  We soon sped off into the 
dark night.
	About two hours later or so later my head rested
 against his back and my eyes were about to close.  
Stopping at a red light he shook my shoulder a bit.
 "Serena, don't fall asleep, if you fall asleep you'll
 fall off.  We're almost there, then you can sleep,"
	"Almost where?"  I asked yawning.  He didn't 
say anything as the red light changed it's color.  
I stayed awake until we came to a hotel, my eyes bulged
 from their socket.  It was just what I needed.  Sleep
 and relaxation. He read my mind.  Darien parked the 
bike in the parking space near the door. Reluctantly 
I slid off the bike and leaned on his shoulder all 
the way to the check in counter,  A bell boy was there
 expecting bags but shrugged his shoulders instead 
and walked off with a snotty attitude.  An old evil 
looking man with sharp eyebrows and a long and pointy 
chin grinned a toothy grin.  His front teeth were 
missing.  When he spoke his breath reeked with an 
old musty smell.
	"Can I help you?"  His grin broadened.  He 
looked like the guy from the coke commercial from 
television (an: you would know what I am talking about
 if you saw it.  Sorry if you haven't).
	"Um... two regular rooms please,"
	"Any special accommodations?  Room service?"
	"No thank you, just two regular rooms please,"
  Darien said.
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