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me.
    “Who the hell are you?” The Plumber and I were on the same page with this one, but he confirmed what I hoped.  I took in a deep breath, not realizing I had been holding it. This guy wasn’t a friend of theirs.
    “You already know who we are,” a strong female voice rang out. “Now give it back to us, or we will take it by force.”
    For someone who had been here since this whole thing started, I sure felt like I’d missed a lot of the conversation. Curiosity overwhelmed my fear, and I turned my head, shifting my eyes to glance at the newcomers. Even as the sun set behind the horizon, I could still easily make out their features. Both had their eyes focused intently over my head at, I assumed, my attackers.
    I first looked at the guy who saved my life. My gaze left his hard blue-gray eyes to take in the rest of his face. He was good-looking, admittedly: a strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, and a perfectly straight nose. Blond hair cropped into a short buzz cut crowned his head. Looking down, I noticed he was wearing a white tank top and light green, loose fitting pants. The whole thing screamed martial-arts-military-man.
    My eyes moved to his female companion, and I instantly felt a stab of envy. She was beautiful, tall, and slender. Her intense hazel eyes never wavered from their target, and with her full lips and short black cut, she reminded me of a model. She wore a white wrap shirt held by a green cloth around her waist. Unlike her army-like buddy, her light green pants were cut into shorts, displaying long ebony legs. They were an impressive sight, all right, especially considering they couldn’t be but a few years older than I was. The two people, that is, not her legs.
    “I knew I should have just stayed in bed today,” I mumbled, shifting my gaze from the two teens on my left to the ground again. I sighed and worked up the courage to look at the figures on my other side. The scrapes on my hands and knees burned as I studied the cloaked figures. They were just as mysterious to me now as when I was staring at the ground, the heavy hoods giving nothing of their appearances save for one thing – or rather four . . . things. From within the folds of black, two sets of bright, glowing eyes shone brilliantly – like stars in the night sky – glaring at the pair on my left. The familiar sight filled me with shock and confusion. A bizarre, single thought came to me then: the only thing my mind could process. Somehow, I got the impression my strange visitors were a little less than human.
    “How did I get into this?”
    That was the question of the century.
     

Chapter 4
Opposition
     
     
    A fter a short trip down memory lane, I focused my attention back on the mysterious men. Emerald and sapphire, that was the only way to describe the glowing orbs in the darkness. Taking another look at them, I could tell both were tall; however, the blue ones were a good few inches higher than the green. His cloak also seemed bulkier. If I had to make a guess, I’d say “Ol’ Blue Eyes” was the one unclogging toilets. Despite my desperate situation, I felt the corners of my mouth twitch at my thoughts. I turned my gaze back to the other man, only to find myself staring into the most vivid form of green I had ever seen. To be fair, most of the other shades don’t light up.
    We stared at each other without a word, both lost to the world around us. The funny thing about eyes is they can usually tell you a lot about a person: what they’re thinking, how they’re feeling, or maybe even a glimmer of who they really are inside. I had spent nearly my whole life looking into other peoples’ eyes, studying how to read them. But as I gazed into that brilliant green, I was at a loss. It was too bright, too distracting. For the first time in my life, I was across from a person who had the same eyes as me, and I had no idea what was going on in his mind.
    “It can’t be,” he said in a hushed voice. Though his gaze was a