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to the other two, but not before one of them succeeded in shoving a blade deep into his gut.
    It only pissed him off further as he pulled it out and flung it into the air. His sensitive ears could hear the ting of metal as it hit the pavement in the distance.
    One guy jumped on his back, wrapping an arm around Eli’s windpipe, but he simply ran three steps backward and slammed the punk into the brick wall of the building. He heard the air escape from the guy’s lungs as he slid down the wall.
    Eli narrowed his gaze on the last one who pointed the pistol at him. He waved his hand. “Bring it, punk.” He’d not even broken a sweat yet, and his pulse was still at a slow, steady beat.
    The kid fired three times. Bullets tore through Eli’s skin, shredding organs and shattering bone. He clenched his jaw against the pain. They may not kill him, but they hurt like a son of a bitch. He sent healing energy to the inflicted areas and stormed forward. The guy’s eyes widened, and he fired again.
    Eli stretched his neck and gritted through the burn. Moving forward, he grabbed the guy’s arm with one hand and jerked the weapon free with the other. With a crushing grip, he squeezed the gun until it resembled nothing more than a ball of metal, which he tossed over his shoulder. The kid suddenly began to shake and the smell of fear burned the back of Eli’s throat.
    “What the fuck are you?” the guy’s warbled voice questioned.
    Eli looked down at his chest. “You ruined my shirt and that pisses me off. You’d better run, little human, before I decide society will be better off with you dead.” Eli released him and the kid didn’t hesitate, taking off into the dark. Eli closed his eyes and shoved back the darkness that wrapped around him. Gritting his teeth, he forced the bullets out and finished healing his injuries. With a quick change of his shirt, he moved on. He had a fallen comrade to find before he himself was fully taken by the darkness and unable to come back.

4
    A shley climbed the steps and crossed the small porch. Exhaustion had her dragging her feet along with her two large bags. After nearly seventeen hours of travel, she’d finally made Point Hope by midafternoon. She’d gone to the small store for supplies and procured the snowmobile they kept stored out back in the shed. With everything loaded on the little trailer, she’d headed out. Luckily, the sky was clear, making the twilight hours more visible. Now, she just had to bring the rest of the supplies in and put away the snowmobile. She would much rather have a bowl of soup then collapse into bed. But living in the wilds of Alaska, alone, she’d have to suck it up in order to survive.
    She laughed out loud.
    Survival. “Is that what you call this?” she mumbled to herself, storming back out the door to grab the supplies.
    Snow began to fall in huge flakes, the kind where you could see their unique shape, and she stopped for a moment to enjoy their beauty. Scanning the horizon, there was nothing around her except mountains, water, and trees. The town was an hour away and that was on a good day. Once the winds kicked up, visibility would be nil.
    In this moment, she wanted to do more than survive. She needed to remind herself there was beauty in the world, and take time to simply enjoy the silence from this slice of heaven. It was as if she were the only person alive and although she’d chosen this journey, part of her was bitter that she’d had no choice.
    Wolves howled and broke the silence. She smiled and went back to work, thankful that at least she’d had the foresight to have one of the locals get the house ready. There was plenty of firewood to last for a while, and they’d even shoveled a path to the shed. She’d have to remember to pay them a visit with some home baked bread. As much as the thought of being social made her gut roll, it was the proper thing to do and she was grateful for the neighbors.
    She finished carrying in several