The man stood up and grabbed the top of the bag. I didn’t dare move. A dark instinct told me that if I did anything, something terrible would happen. I could feel the bloodlust coming off this man. It wasn’t strong, but it was there. He had definitely killed people before.

He pulled the bag off my head and tossed it to the side. I kept my eyes down, staring daggers at the floor. The floor was made from the same material as the cart, but it was shiny—the wooden floorboards were a light brown color with little bits of black and grey in them; it was pretty.

“Sack of bones and skin,” the man said. I flinched from the sound of his voice. “skinny, but it will do, how much this time,” the man said.

Weth said something, and the man started to laugh. “Good luck selling that from that price.”

“He can see in the dark,” Weth said blandly. “He can hear things that no one should be able to. If you don’t believe me, you can test it for yourself.”

The man grunted and grabbed my chin, getting a better look at my face. “Why are his eyes closed,” he said, tilting my head side to side. “Apparently, it hurts to open them. The only time we ever got a reaction out of him was when we took the bag off his head. His ears and eyes would start to bleed, and he would start screaming.” Weth said.

The man sighed. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to see if you aren’t telling fibs,” he said, walking across the floor. Weth stood very suddenly, surprising me. He grabbed my arm, yanking me forwards.

The man dragged me for a few minutes, the ground under me changing from wood to stone to dirt to gravel. When Weth let go of me, I staggered and almost fell flat on my face. “Geez,” the man said.

He walked for a bit; well, I just stood there. Then he pulled something out of his pocket. He dropped it on the ground. It barely made any noise. “Boy, what color is the cloth.” I opened my eyes, and everything thing came into focus. I looked at the cloth on the floor. I would have never been able to make it out before, but now I could see it clearly. Its light blue surface shimmered dimly in the night. The fabric was smooth and shiny, not like any fabric I had seen before. It sank lower to the ground like water, and I watched it in amazement.

“Blue,” I muttered my voice stuttering and sounding more like a grunt. The man laughed. “So you weren’t just telling me shit to squeeze money out of my ass,” he said. “Can’t speak very well, though.” The man picked up the cloth and stuffed it into a pocket.

He pulled out a tiny bag and took some silver out of it, tossing it to Weth. Weth bowed and scurried off after giving the end of the chain to the man.

The man walked forwards and grabbed my chin again. This time he yanked it upwards, and I met his eyes. He probably couldn’t see me very well in the dark, but I could definitely see him.

If I thought that Weth, Rob, and Issac were big, they were nothing compared to this man. His hands alone were bigger than my head. He stood an arm’s length above me, towering over me like I was his shadow.

I gulped down a massive ball of spit. I could feel my heart beating wildly, threatening to burst. This person was the type of hunter that doesn’t get hunted. This man almost gave off the same aura as Luna expect not as strong and more bloodthirsty. It also seemed more evil.

His hair was brown with little streaks of grey in it. His hazelnut eyes with a sense of danger lurking behind them gave me a vibe to keep my mouth closed and listen to whatever he said. He looked like he was sculpted from rocks then worn down from the rain. He didn’t have nearly the beard that Rob had, but the stumps of hair were definitely there.

He took a little cylinder white thing out of his pocket and then a little box. He also took a wooden stick of the box, striking it against it. Instantly the wood burst into flames. He took the flaming wooden stick and held it up to the white thing. The end of it started to smoke.

He then flicked his wrist, and the fire on the stick went out. He held the white cylinder up to his mouth and breathed in. Then he pulled it away and let out a breath. His breath was made out of smoke. It smelt like shit, and I could feel the smoke seeping into my body. It was nasty. I coughed, and the man laughed and tossed the white thing onto the ground and stepped onto it.

He grabbed my chain and started dragging me along.

We came to this weird thing that looked like it was made out of wood and stone. Stacks of timber lay on top of giant rocks that were covered with mud. The bark was shaved off on many parts of the wood. A clean sheet of metal had been embedded in the wood. At least I thought it was metal because it was shiny.

I could hear rhythmic breathing coming from inside the place. The sounds of someone whispering could also be heard, but it was very faint. Even the rustling of something could be heard.

The man grabbed a ring of metal on the wood and yanked. The wood swung inwards into a space inside the weird thing.

Rows of wooden planks were nailed up onto the logs. The wood rows held white fabric that looked incredibly soft and delicate on them. The material was dirty and stained yellow. It was also lumpy and see-through.

I flinch the fabric wasn’t lumpy; it was the things under it that was. Things were steadying moving underneath. The sounds of air being pushed from lung to lung was audible. The things under it were twitching slightly, but it was barely noticeable. The man smashed his fist against the wood, making a loud noise. I jumped, the sound hurting and surprising me.

He then yelled, “Wake up,” than some other words I didn’t know. Instantly the fabric moved. The white cloth fell away, and sleepy faces appeared—each with wide eyes and massive circles under their eyes. There was attention on the man. The man grinned loosely in the dark. “This is your comrade boys; treat him well.” He said, unclipping the chain around my neck and wrapping it around his arm.

The people yelled back as a group, “Yes Sir,” their voices perfectly in unison. Their eyes were unwavering from the massive man. They didn’t even blink. The man nodded, and the left closing the wood behind him. I heard the people breathe out deep breaths. Their hearts were racing, and I could feel the relief in the air.

“Someone gets the light,” one of them said. The people all started talking in hushed. I moved my hands over my ears, but it didn’t really help. They were so loud. The worst part wasn’t the noise, though. It was the fact that I couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was frustrating, and It felt like they were just yelling at me for no reason.