Looking around the dark street, I could make out shadowy figures walkin� around by the street lamp. I held onto Bert even tighter, just incase I... I mean he got scared. I wasn�t scared at all. There was a loud thump from my right and I jumped a bit. I realized then that it was only a silly little cat... I think, or rather, I hoped. Bert wasn�t helpin� me out much either. He just was enjoyin� the ride since he couldn�t walk on his own two paws. Sometimes I wished that Bert could stick up for himself, you know be a tough bear? But he couldn�t and I had to accept that fact. Oh well.
I began to walk a little quicker down the street. I didn�t like being all by myself, stuck with a bear, and no Uncle Bobo to protect me. I realized at this time, just how much I missed him. But he had left me, despite the warnings that Merry and Orlie had repeatedly stated. I smiled at the thought of Merry actually being right for once, which was a rarity Uncle Billy later told me. I continued down the street, and boy, was this ever a long street, to the lights ahead. I heard music coming from the building and wondered if the people inside were having fun treasure huntin�.
Have you ever had that strange feelin� that someone was watching you? Or even following you? Let�s just say that it was late at night an� I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I paused, and the footsteps stopped. How strange. I decided that it was probably my imgimation... imagin... imagination. Yeah, my imagination. Uncle Billy had all ways said that I get carried away with things, and my mum told him it was my Boyd family imagination... even though Boyd wasn�t my last name. I continued walking, seeing that I only had one more, short block to go. The footsteps, however, began again. Quicker this time, like the thing was hurrying behind me. Uh oh. I turned around and froze solid as I saw a dark figure loom over me. Oh no.
The figure made a grab for me, but I jumped back, out of the way, his fingernails swiping my tee shirt.
Oh no, I was bein� kidnapped!
The dark figure lunged at me again, but I didn�t dodge quite fast enough and the figure grabbed my arm. I whimpered in pain at the tight grip, my arm loosing feeling from the blood bein� cut off. It hurt! I struggled, trying to get my arm free, but it wasn�t working. The figure began dragging me back down the street, and as we passed under a street lamp, I saw the glint of familiar long, white hair. I gulped, realizing that it was the man from the bus, and he was gonna do somethin� awful. I began pulling, trying to get my arm free from his grip, but he just held on tighter. I was frightened, and the pain shooting up my arm wasn�t helpin� much either.
I then remembered Bert... I had dropped him a while back. He was my only hope, and now... now I was alone and terrified. I decided I had to fight back from the man, so I did the first logical thing to come to mind; I bit the man�s hand really hard. The man screamed in agony, as he loosened his grip just enough to slip my arm out. This was my only chance to get free from him, so I ran. I ran as fast as my short legs could carry me, wishing my hardest that someone, anyone would find me and help me.
�UNCLE BOBO!� I screamed at the top of my lungs, prayin� that he could somehow hear me.
I heard the thumping of the white-haired guy right behind me, quickly recovering from my bite. That�s when I realized, this was it. Uncle Billy had left me and now I was gonna be taken away forever, just because I had run away from home. My eyes filled with tears, blurring my eyesight, as I noticed that I had still half a block to go to reach the pub, to reach help. I knew then that I wouldn�t make it. I felt the strong, cold grip of the man�s hand on my shoulder and I knew this was it. The man pulled me back, causing me to fall backwards, landing with a painful thud, sprawled on my back. I screamed again, hoping that Uncle Bobo... anyone would hear me.
I felt the white haired man�s hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me. I felt hot tears spill from my eyes, down the side of my head, but I was unable to wipe them away.
�Shut up kid, or I swear I�ll kill you right here and now.� The man spoke, his voice meaner and a lot gruffer from earlier.
I stopped screaming instantly as I saw him pull out something silver and shiny from his pocket. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I shut my eyes tightly, preparing myself for the worst, all hope gone. This was it. I was gonna join gramma and grampa Boyd, and I hadn�t even said goodbye to my daddy and my mum yet. I hadn�t said good-bye to Uncle Billy. I heard the man open what I guessed was a pocketknife, and cringed, getting ready for the blow. But I also heard something else, the pounding of footsteps.
I opened my eyes again just in time to see the white haired man being pulled off me and fly backward, landing on his butt. A split second later, I saw a figure on top of him, their back to me, pummeling the white haired guy with fists. I scrambled to a sitting position, staring in wide-eyed shock, disbelief, and absolute terror as I watch this figure beat the bad man to a pulp. I watched the fists fly and drops of red liquid spurt about, I also heard the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh and it made me feel queasy. I didn�t want to see this any longer; I didn�t want to hear it. But my body was frozen with fright and all I could do was sit there and watch, tears flowing freely down my face.
After what seemed like an eternity, the figure stopped. It stopped punching and stood up slowly. I looked at the white-haired man as he lay on the sidewalk, groaning in pain. He was rolling around on the ground, holdin� his nose. I noticed my bite mark on him, dripping blood and I felt even more sick. A new wave of tears came over me as I began shaking from terror. I didn�t want to be here, I wanted to be with Uncle Billy. I wanted to be at home.
I looked up at the figure, it�s back still to me. I could tell it was a guy and his fists were still clenched into tight little balls. I cowered, scooting away from the stranger, as I heard his heavy breathing begin to slow. He stopped staring at the white-haired man, and slowly turned around to face me. I gasped in complete shock and relief at the sight of the man�s face.
There stood Merry, his face dripping with sweat and his eyes dark. I didn�t like the look in his eyes, they were too dark. I could see so much rage inside them, it frightened me. I scrambled backwards, until I ran into a pole. I stopped and looked up at Merry, my lower lip stuck out and my eyes burning from the tears.
In two large steps, Merry was kneeled down in front of me, his face softening and his eyes loosing the terrifying hatred that I had only seen not two seconds earlier. He wiped a couple of my tears off my cheeks as he looked at me, sorrowfully, not sayin� a word.
�M-M-Merry...� I choked out, trying to explain what happened, but he pressed his index finger against my lips, hushing me into silence.
�Shhh Alex. Quiet. It�s all right now...� he said in a voice I had never heard him use before. It was soft and calming. It made me feel safe.
I burst into a new batch of tears as Merry scooped me into a hug and lifted me into the air. I heard him tell someone, who I later learned was the bouncer, to watch the bad guy and make sure he doesn�t move until the police arrive.
I heard a grunt for an answer, but I didn�t care. I had my head buried into Merry�s shoulder, shaking with my sobs. That�s when I remembered Bert.
�B-Bert!� I cried, lifting my head and frantically searching the ground. Merry swooped down and picked him up for me, placing the bear between him and myself, I hugged them both for dear life, and never wanted to let go. I felt Merry carry me into the pub, I knew this because the music got very loud and I heard a lot of people talking. It didn�t last long though. I raised my head just as the whole room went silent. The music stopped and everyone was quiet. I turned to face forward in Merry�s arms. There were so many people, and they all were staring at Merry and me. I noticed one face right away though. At the back of the room, I saw Uncle Billy, staring at Merry, and me with a look of absolute terror on his face. It was the first time ever that I realized my Uncle Bobo could get scared too.

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