<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Violent Encounters</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tagging: Wyatt, and Zoey Bradshaw</span></span></div><br/>Caleb didn't know what was going on, one minute he was moments away from meeting his maker, all the mistakes he had foolishly made flashing through his mind, and the next he was sagging painfully to the floor, and a warmth was suffusing his body, all the aches and pains leaving his body like a tidal wave.  Still a bit groggy, his vision blurry, he made out the form of a woman above him, and he vaguely recognized the sound of combat.<br/><br/>A part of him didn't think this was right, where was the end?  Death, it was supposed to come, it was supposed to come and take him away, not leave him here, not tease him with these not clear visions of his existence.  And where was Gryff?  Hadn't the other boy been right ahead of him?  It had been his idea to flee, after failing at his first kill, and Gryff, the boy who had quickly become his best friend on the streets, had planned it out.  So where was he?<em>He's dead</em>.  The whisper was in his mind, and he shook his head as if to banish it, his sweat soaked brow feverish and dripping.<br/><br/>"<strong>No, not dead.</strong>"  It was mumbled, almost a whisper, and than he was passing out again.