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the walkie talkie.
                  “Roger,” Paul answered.
                  He went to where he thought he might have heard the sound and saw the biggest wolverine he’d ever seen. It seemed distracted, otherwise it would have known he was there. Looking in the direction it was looking, he saw a house. Pulling out his binoculars, he saw a woman sitting at a desk. The animal was after her for some reason and he wasn’t going to let it complete that task. Taking aim, he sighted the chest of the wolverine. He wanted to make sure it was a kill shot, and as it wasn’t moving, he could take extra care to make sure it was a good shot. He squeezed the trigger.
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                  Mike watched Lucy as she danced in her chair, swaying and bobbing her head to whatever she was listening to. She was so cute, as she would really get dancing before suddenly stopping, probably to get something important down. He took a few steps into her back yard, wanting to get a better look. She was so beautiful and carefree. She stopped moving and hunched over her desk. At first he was afraid she’d seen him. It wasn’t every day you saw a wolverine at your back door. But she seemed intent on what she was writing, then popped back up and started dancing again. Mike could just imagine walking into the room to find Lucy doing just that, and him wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her neck and began swaying with her. Taking another step, he willed that fantasy to come true, but he knew it couldn’t, at least not now. But he wanted it to, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure it did. There was something about Lucy that made her special.
                  There was a loud bang before a sharp searing pain in his side. He’d never felt anything like it before and hoped he never would again. It was debilitating. He fell over and curled into himself as best he could, hoping it didn’t happen again and hoping to relieve some of the pain, but it didn’t help. The pain was starting to get worse, like he was being burned from the inside out.
                  Lucy. He had to make sure nothing happened to Lucy. He couldn’t let her get hurt. She couldn’t feel the pain he was in right now. She was his Lucy. Trying to move, he was able to get up on one leg, then two, but at length fell over. The pain was too much. How was he going to help her? How was he going to save her? He couldn’t lose her now that he’d just found her.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
                  Lucy was on a roll. She’d just gotten to a good fight scene and was lost in her book. She’d taken quick stretch breaks, but she’d barely moved from her computer in the past three hours. Her fingers were getting tired, but she had to get these words out before she lost them. And she loved every second of it. Getting lost in another world where her characters directed her was heaven. Currently the evil prince was battling the good prince. Who would win? She had no idea. She’d find out when it was over. That was something she liked about writing: she had a general idea, but never actually knew what was going to happen until she typed it.
                  There was some kind of loud bang from outside. It almost sounded like a gun shot, but it didn’t sound like the ones she’d heard on TV. There shouldn’t be anyone hunting in the area. There were some woods around her, but it was too early for deer hunting and, well, she’d never had anyone hunt around her. Looking outside she saw something there, but couldn’t tell what it was. It was brown and black and in her back yard. All she knew was that it was something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Sliding on her flip flops, she moved outside to get a closer look. She needed to know what she was up against.
                  Stepping onto her patio, she saw what looked like a bear cub. Its chest was rising