The bell rang, and I waited for the classroom door to open. I see another door down the hall swing open with a red-faced teacher, and a student walked out fast. Did that kid fail in tutoring? This school that I could tell so far is a war zone of kids against teachers. The door opens, and a tall, beautiful woman peeps her head out the door. “Is your name Zolan?” She asked. I was hoping she was my teacher. “Y-yes, my name is Zolan. Are you Mrs. Blanca?” I asked. “Yes, you are supposed to be my student, and you came to the right classroom.” Said Mrs. Blanca. I walked in, looking around at the beautiful room, and found my desk, which I selected to be at the back. Other students came in sitting next to their friends. I looked around, and I could tell that she taught math, history, reading and physical education. It was growing near 8 ‘o clock, which meant that it was growing near class time. I sat down, remembering about the mysterious person. I got up without thinking, and walked out the classroom. I went to the exit nearby, and slowly snuck out, hoping no one would follow, but I was wrong… After I skipped school, I didn’t go home, I went to the lake. I looked around for the person, but I didn’t know of the people across the lake in a van. (in the van) “So he thinks he can mess with us? He did almost eliminate two officers last night, but the police can’t handle what is going to happen here. Besides, what can he do? He’s just a dumb boy, he can’t put a stop to my path. I’m going to wait until he finds what he is looking for, then I’ll strike. This will show the police who can really put a stop to things.” Said the person in the van. I couldn’t hear him, nor did I know of his whereabouts… I continued to search for the person who was probably shot, yet I looked pretty stupid because I look like Indiana Jones inside a temple. My dad drove by saying he had to go to work, and would see me later, yet I continued searching technically ignoring him. I then saw something, one of my holes, but it was different, it was extremely deep, like a borrow. I looked inside, but it just kept going. I grabbed a flashlight from my backpack and decided to crawl in. I fit perfectly in the borrow, and I began crawling. I looked at how the hole was dug, and for sure this was no big bunny, or fox, or anything else I know of. I finally reached the end, and there he was laying down facing away from me. I approached him slowly as the area of crawl space gotten big enough to be a room. I stood up, and looked at him, he had a kitsune mask on. I reached for the mask, but the man startled me by talking; “Why did you help me?” He said. I was confused on how he knew that. “I just did it, I didn’t want to, but I did.” I said mumbling words that came into my mind. “I need help, I’ve been shot… Can you get meds?” He asked. I froze, because if he was shot, how was he not dead, and why was he wearing a kitsune mask? “Uh, yeah, I have a medical kit in my bag, which I don’t ever use.” I said handing him the med kit. He reached his hand to grab the med kit, and I noticed that he had gloves. Why did he cover himself in clothing for me to see no skin? I just couldn’t hold myself of asking but I asked; “Who are you, and why do you cover yourself in so much clothing? Are you WANTED for something?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He pulled my blanket from my bag and covered himself when he was applying the meds. Then I noticed something else; “How did this hole get so big?” I asked. He looked at me through the kitsune mask. “I had all night to dig myself to safety using only a shovel you left here.” He said pulling the blanket over himself again. “Why are you helping me?” He said. I looked at him with the same look I gave him the first time he gave me that question. “You seem like a nice person to hang around, I mean, I don’t have any friends.” I said. He turned his head and glared at me through the kitsune mask again. “I am no person that you can trust that easily, I can’t be your friend, you aren’t like me…” He said. I looked at him, instead of being distracted from the roots undulating through the wind that came in the hole. “How am I not like you?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but he did stop applying the meds, meaning he was done. “Here’s your med kit back.” He said. “Yeah, thanks, but one more question, do you have a name?” I asked. He sighed, and threw the blanket at my backpack. “My name is Zeta.” Said Zeta. I chuckled, because I was thinking of Zelda. “Hello, Zeta, I am Zolan.” I said. He stood up, and of course, he was taller than me, just like every other person I know. “I can’t be seen by anyone, and now that you joined by my side, you can’t and won’t leave. HE IS COMING.” Said Zeta. “What do you mean? I can’t leave you? And who is coming?” I asked. I didn’t want to waste my time, so I crawled out of the borrow. “Welcome, Zolan.” Said a mysterious voice.