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When the Sun crept through the curtains, John could finally get up and stop trying to fall asleep. It hadn't worked for 4 hours, he had the feeling he wouldn't sleep ever again. He stepped out of bed and walked to the kitchen to see if there was anything left to eat. He walked past the running PC's and monitors before opening the fridge. Two lonely bottles of juice were staring at him. Like always there were post its on the, Henri and John. Still not fully in terms with what happened the evening before he grabbed his own bottle and drank all of it.

There was no food so instead of waiting around he got dressed. Simple jeans and a hoodie would do and not long after he stepped out the door. He didn't really know what to do next. Henri was usually the one making the decisions, and he would have probably packed up shop and moved away from Paradise. John however, couldn't do that. He had one friend left. one person that knew his secret and he couldn't abandon Sam now. Speaking of, Sam was walking across the grass toward John. "So...," Sam said "you didn't sleep either, huh?"

John shook his head in silence. He thankfully accepted the muffin Sam gave him as they started walking towards the school. In order not to give himself away to any of the other inhabitants he thought it was best to just keep his normal daily routine. He couldn't even think of what else to do. As far as he knew the Mogs still did not know where he was. The previous night when Henri was killed they hadn't been anywhere near Paradise. They were at least a couple of towns over. Also if he would leave town now, it would be difficult to start all over again somewhere else. He was a bit too young to stay by himself, or at least it would raise some questions. He had been thinking last night to finish high school and than move to the other side of the country for college, but that would still require him to stay here for a few months.

Sam was talking non stop, although John wasn't registering anything he was saying. He noticed the clouds in the sky and the fact that a breeze was coming up. He pulled his hoodie over his head and his hands in his pocket. He wondered if he should use his new-found legacy to get a bit warmer, but Henri would probably advise against it. As they walked into the school yard they were surprised they weren't the first ones there. Unfortunately the people there were Mark and his friends, not the kind of people John and Sam usually hang out with. They were hardly within shouting distance when the first one opened his mouth to them. "Look who it is, old loser and new loser. Shall we beat the crap out of you, or would you like to go home and let your step father do it?"

"I'm not in the mood Nimrods. Either try your best to punch me in the face, or just shut ... the...fuck..up." Being a bit more direct than usual, they didn't seem to have a reply. And after the little skirmish in the woods a few weeks earlier, they would think twice before trying to punch him. The two of them decided to wait on one of the school benches. Sam kept on talking and changed his voice to a whisper when more people started to arrive. "Sam, just let it rest for a moment okay? My mind is going 10 ways even without you talking. I just need a bit of rest now, and history will be perfect for that."

Half an hour later they were in said history lesson. The teacher seemed as old as the subject he was talking about and did not pay much attention to the students. Sitting behind a rather big guy he was hidden from direct eye contact with the teacher and he rested his head on the table. Finally, after all these hours, his eyes seemed to close from the sleep deprivation. It was one of the girls in his class that woke him up a few minutes later when the class was over. At least it was a short day today and they were done just after 2PM.

"So what are we up to now John?" John sighed when he looked at Sam. "I'm about to do some grocies. There's nothing left in the house, apparently." They were standing at their lockers putting their books away. Usually he would take one or two of the books home to study, but he didn't feel like it today. They walked towards the exit when Mark and his friends tried to block their way. John was still pissed off. He almost walked through them, one dropping to the ground and another being caught by his friend. Sam followed as the bullies were trying to get themselves together again.

John threw open the door with both hands. You would think that throwing some bullies to the ground would help relief some stress, but it had only pissed him off more. He felt the burning in his hand getting stronger the angrier he got. He stuck his hands in his pocket as he was standing in front of the school. It was pure luck that Bernie Kosar was sitting outside the school waiting for him. The sight of his dog did calm him down enough for the burning sensation to stop. As he petted his dog Sam came up behind him. "Are you all right?" he asked carefully.

John stood up and looked at his friend. I'm better now, are you coming along to help me with the groceries? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't...[/color] Sam didn't mind at all and promised to come with. Sam walked ahead a bit and Bernie followed him. John himself stood with the strange feeling. Suddenly he looked over at the library at the other side of the street. He had a feeling he was being watched. Mogs...? He decided it couldn't be, he wouldn't be able to sense them in any case. He quickly followed his friend and his dog on the way to the supermarket.

.......


It seemed to John that he was buying way more stuff than he could eat. He would probably have to invite Sam over in order just to finish this stuff. They took pretty much a bit of everything. Somehow there was lots of meat, lots of bread, eggs and candy. There was no room in their shopping cart for vegetables and John thought there was more than enough to drink at the house already. He paid for the food with Henri's credit card. The clerk looked a little bit suspicious, but it was easy to convince him that John's father had asked them to get the groceries.

On the way to the house John seemed to be a lot calmer than before. He had the feeling his dog was responsible for most of that. John didn't have him for long, but he had the feeling the dog was like an old friend. Almost if he understood the dog's every thought. When they were close to home however, Bernie's mood changed from happy to alert. John knew what the dog was feeling as he felt it himself. Somebody was watching them again. He spoke to Sam in a low tone. "Sam..., leave the bags with me and go home. Someone is watching us and I don't want you to get in the cross fire. Don't worry about me, I'll text you later, let's say at 8." Sam's face switched to concerned and John saw him open his mouth in order to protest. With a quick "No discussion." Sam handed over his two bags of groceries and started walking in the other direction.

John came to the house with the same sense still haunting him. He stepped into the house and cleared out the fridge. He took the shelves out and put in the bags he had just bought in its entirety. The box Henri had left him was safely at Sam's house. There wasn't any stuff at the house that would give away his heritage. Together with Bernie he stepped out of the house and into the car. The sense of urgency only grew and with spinning tyres he drove off. He just had no idea who he was driving from and no idea where he was driving to.