The First Chapter of the "White Feather Society"

I stepped outside and shivered as the wind came to greet me. "Hello" I said back to it while it danced around me. I laughed as it tossed my hair behind my shoulder and started down the street on my way to the bus stop. I looked around as I came to the corner at the bottom of the hill and, not seeing anyone, twirled with my arms spread wide and held them higher as I slowed to a stop and curtsied to no one. The wind swept up in front of me and I imagined it bowing back at me like some unforeseen prince.
I was snapped out of it when a car rounded the corner behind me. After it passed I let out the breath of chill October air I had been holding in and giggled to myself as I head for the bench. I looked at the watch on my wrist and found myself 3 minutes early for the bus, so I grabbed my i-pod from my bag and plopped the buds into my ears. I went to sit down in my usual spot and found myself jumping up as an "ow" sounded from under me.
"OH!" I said as I turned and found myself looking down in to the caramel brown eyes of a perfectly tan boy, who, with his long dark black hair, gazed back a me with a huge grin on his face. "I-I'm s-so sorry" I stuttered trying not to stare at this model in his tight black t-shirt and deep blue Levi's. Looking at me he stood up and I unconsciously took a step backward. I found myself falling backwards off the curb directly into the path of the bus. However, before I could blink I was yanked back onto the sidewalk and pulled into the arms of that boy, who held me tight until my breathing began to slow and the bus had stopped behind me.
He released me with the exception of a hand that grasped my arm. He bent and picked up the back pack which I had dropped as I was falling. With one fluid motion the bag was on my shoulder and I was already turned around and heading up the stairs at the beginning of the bus. We sat down in the second row, which I was thankful for because being in the back makes me sick. I slid in first, not that I had much of a choice with his hand on my back. He wasn't forceful at all, it's just that I didn't have any desire to stop myself.
I don't know why this didn't bother me I wasn't an idiot I'd been taught stranger danger when I was little. I know I'd never seen him before, so why? Why was it that all I was feeling was safe, even more then that. It was like I'd never known what safe was, being next to this boy was relief.
When I am outside and the wind blows strong I feel complete, I feel at home with the wind. So, Why? Why did having him near me, feel safe, feel just like that wind.
I turned to look at him only to find him starring back at me, his face only inches from my own. "Oh!" I gasped my eyes going wide while my back pushed against the side of the bus. I readjusted myself in the seat and turned my head so that I was only halfway meeting his gaze.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Who-" was all the reply I got before the look on his face turned from that of a happy stare to a intense glare. Like he was trying to figure out an calculus problem with the math level of a third grader. His head whipped around to the doors of the bus. I felt the bus slow as we reached the next stop.
"Um, not to be rude but your kind of a stranger and I really don't thin-" I was cut off when the bus stopped and the boy pressed against me pushing me further on the seat til I was literally stuck between him and the side of the bus, unable to move an inch. The boy didn't seem to mind though, he was just staring at the doors.
"Ouch!" I said more sarcastically then literally.
"Shh!" Was the answer I got as the boy watched three men all dressed in black suits with hats pulled far enough down that I couldn't make out their faces. The reminded me of something like the FBI as the got on the bus in unison. I gave him my best 'What the Hell!?' stare and tried asking him what he thought he was doing but all I managed to get out was the "What a-" before his hand silenced me. His eyes left the men so he could give me a quick scowl before it immediately returned back to those three men.
The first one on walked slowly past us an sat in the row directly behind ours. The next one sitting in the row next to ours and the third one sat in the row in front of the second one. I had a feeling that if the old lady who was currently occupying the row ahead of us had not been there, the man would have sat in front of us.
I attempted to pull his had from my mouth, which only resulted in his other hand grasping both of my wrists together like cuffs. He was really strong. I thought about screaming, about trying to bite him, but the urgency on his face shut me up. He looked scared, his eyes wide and intent, his body stiff and ready for action. Was it these men? Why was he so nervous?
Thoughts flowed into my head before I could stop them. What if these guys were after him? Was he some criminal on the run?
No. Even if these men really worked for some government organization, there was something chilling about them, something horribly cold, something... wrong.
I sat still and calmly took breaths as quietly as I could with his hand over my mouth and with the rate my heart was going at the time breathing was a chore, but as his gaze met mine I nodded and he released me, slowly in case my voice got the better of me.
We passed many stops and the men hadn't moved. They didn't shift in their seats, nod their heads. I hadn't turned my head either, I wasn't sure if I'd be placed in a strong hold again by the boy.
His eyes were taking turns on each mans head. He could see the man next to us and the one in front of him but he had to use the mirror at the head of the bus to see the one behind us.
For the first time I lifted my head so I could see in the mirror also. I immediately wished I hadn't. I looked up and met the gazes of all three men. They were all watching me with a steely cold gaze. They had rings around their eyes and pale skin that looked almost see through. The whites of their eyes were hardly white, they were yellow and their hair a mixture of white and dark brown. Their dead gaze felt as if it were going straight through me, as if they could see into my heart.
I flinched and pried my gaze away from the mirror and set it to starring at the floor once more. The bus slowed and the lady in front of us picked up her bag of the seat next to her and threw the strap over her shoulder. She stood as the bus came to a stop, holding the rail tightly. The boy next to me positioned his right arm behind my back, curling his hand around my waist. As the lady slid out of her row and into the isle the boy slid out of our seat with me tightly in his grasp and moved so his body blocked the two in the back of us and his left arm extended in front of the other. With his right arm pushing on my back I walked forward off the bus only an inch behind the old women. while the boy, never taking his eyes off the three strange men, followed close behind.

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