• His face was in mine, so close I could feel his hot breath caressing the sides of my mouth, his breathing was harsh, as were his eyes, they saw through me. I could tell by his tense fiugre something was wrong, something he didn't want me to know. But I was going to find out, he'd brake eventually, tell me everything, unless I broke first.
    His eyes softened, and a smile crept on to his pained face. "Let's go." he said flatly. Quickly I got to my feet, ( after looking every-which-way to make sure we were alone,) and slowly started to walk in the direction he was headed. I ran up beside him and slipped my hand throuogh his, he didn't shake me off, but he din't hold on either.
    We walked like this almost all the way back to Swisfields, until I could take the silence no longer. "What's wrong!?" I half yelled half whined. He didn't flinch, my sudden outbirst hadn't suprised him in the least.
    "It's nothing that concerns you." He replied, a hint of anger in his voice.
    "It concerns me." I shot, "If whatever it is concerns you it concerns me too!"
    "What if I told you it doesn't concern me." He asked looking at me seriously.
    "Then I'd call you a liar." I glared at his stupidity. Suddenly he gripped my hand so tight my circulation was cut off almost instantly.
    "Wha..." I stopped before finishing my angry comment, the Noraxitox was sitting just 15 feet down the road, it grinned evily and flew at us full charge. Suddenly I was in Patric's arms as he ran down Center Street, the Noaxitox screeching a cry close behind.