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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Majin" data-source="post: 2831124" data-attributes="member: 13265">~ Vincent ~As Vincent and his friends crept closer to investigate, the voices got louder and more comprehensible. Also an odd odor, something he just couldn't place, started to invade his nostrils the nearer he got to the door. "We've torn the place apart and it's nowhere to be found! I bet the old man keeps it with him," one voice said. "Forget it," said another. "The boy will be home soon. Trust me, he will suffice. It has targetted his mind and ability and is interested in obtaining it. We won't need that trinket at all," he went on. Vincent's heart began beating profusely, faster and faster as mention of him in the conversation came about. They were after him. And what was this 'trinket' of his father's they were talking about? He brought back things he had found on his digs numerous times. It could be almost anything. If his father was away, it could be weeks or even months before he returned. The frightening truth was apparent. They wanted him, and expected him home soon. Jamie spoke up just then, tugging at Vincent's sleeve, "Come on Vincent, we need to run. We need to get out of here," she whispered frantically. That much Vincent knew to be true. But where could he go? If there were people out looking specifically for him, and knew where he lived, where could he go that was actually safe? Such a place might not exist...</blockquote>