For a while—
nothing chased them.
No tears in the sky.
No voices pressing into their minds.
No sudden shifts in reality.
Just wind through trees and the steady rhythm of footsteps.
It should have felt like relief.
Instead—
it felt like waiting.
Teresa walked ahead, slower now, her energy drained but steady. Lester stayed close—closer than before—like if he looked away for even a second, something might take her again.
Marcus trailed behind, unusually quiet.
And beside Teresa—
the other girl walked.
Not quite part of the group.
Not distant either.
Something in between.
A presence still learning how to belong.
"You need a name," Marcus said suddenly, breaking the silence.
All three of them glanced at him.
"What?" he shrugged. "We can't keep calling her 'the other Teresa.' That's confusing and honestly a little creepy."
The girl tilted her head slightly.
"…I had a designation."
Marcus groaned. "Yeah, no. We're not doing that."
Teresa glanced at her. "Do you remember your name? Before all of this?"
A pause.
The girl's gaze drifted for a moment—like she was searching through something distant, faded.
"…no."
Lester frowned. "Then we give you one."
The girl looked at him.
Studied him.
Then—
for the first time—
a small, uncertain expression crossed her face.
"…why?"
Marcus answered before anyone else could.
"Because you're not just some experiment," he said. "You're… here. With us."
A beat.
"And people who are here get names."
Silence.
The girl processed that.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Teresa smiled faintly.
"…what about 'Lena'?"
The girl blinked.
"…Lena."
She said it like it was unfamiliar.
Like it didn't quite fit yet.
But didn't reject it either.
Lester nodded once. "It works."
Marcus gave a thumbs up. "Way better than Subject Whatever."
The girl—Lena—looked at Teresa again.
"…Lena."
Teresa nodded.
"Yeah."
A small pause.
Then—
"…okay."
Something shifted.
Subtle.
But real.
She wasn't just theotherone anymore.
She was—
someone.
They kept walking.
The forest began to thin, opening into a wide stretch of land where the horizon finally felt visible again.
Marcus let out a breath. "Okay, I vote we stop somewhere soon. I'm officially running out of energy and patience."
Lester smirked faintly. "Mostly patience."
"Definitely patience."
Teresa slowed slightly.
Not because she was tired.
Because she felt it again.
That shift.
Different this time.
Not sharp.
Not immediate.
But—
present.
Her expression tightened.
Lester noticed instantly. "What is it?"
She didn't answer right away.
Because it wasn't one signal.
It was… multiple.
"…no," she whispered.
Marcus tensed. "That doesn't sound good."
Lena's head tilted slightly, her focus sharpening.
"…you feel them too?"
Teresa nodded slowly.
"…yeah."
Lester's voice dropped. "Them?"
Teresa looked at him.
And this time—
there was no uncertainty.
"No more guessing," she said.
"There are others."
The air grew heavier.
Not hostile.
But charged.
Marcus exhaled sharply. "Okay, define 'others.' Because I'm hoping you don't mean—"
"Like us."
Silence.
Lester's jaw tightened. "How many?"
Teresa closed her eyes briefly.
Focusing.
Listening.
That faint echo inside her—
now louder.
Layered.
"…at least two," she said.
Lena stepped forward slightly.
Her voice quieter.
"…no."
Teresa opened her eyes.
Looked at her.
"What?"
Lena's expression darkened.
"…three."
Marcus ran a hand down his face. "Of course it's more."
Lester stepped closer to Teresa. "Where?"
Teresa turned slowly—
looking past the horizon.
"…coming."
A low vibration passed through the ground.
Barely noticeable.
But enough.
The wind shifted direction.
The air temperature dropped.
Marcus groaned. "I really hate when things start doing that."
Lester's stance shifted—alert now. "We don't run this time."
Teresa shook her head slightly.
"…no."
Lena's gaze sharpened.
"They're not hiding."
That alone was enough to change everything.
Before—
everything hunted in silence.
In shadows.
In secrecy.
This?
This was different.
"They want to be seen," Teresa said.
Marcus blinked. "That's… new."
"Or confident," Lester muttered.
A shape appeared on the horizon.
Then another.
Then—
a third.
Walking.
Not rushing.
Not attacking.
Just… approaching.
Teresa's heart pounded steadily.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Recognition.
The closer they got—
the clearer it became.
They weren't the same.
Each one carried something different.
Different energy.
Different presence.
Different weight.
The first was tall, calm, almost unnaturally composed. His movements were precise, measured, like everything he did had already been decided.
The second—
restless.
Sharp.
Power flickering unpredictably around her like barely contained lightning.
The third—
quiet.
Still.
But heavy.
Like something deep and dangerous sat beneath the surface.
They stopped a few feet away.
Six people.
Four like them.
Two who shouldn't be there.
The calm one stepped forward.
His gaze landed directly on Teresa.
"…so you're the one."
No hostility.
No curiosity.
Just fact.
Teresa didn't step back.
"…depends who's asking."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Someone who's been looking for you."
Marcus muttered under his breath. "Great. We're popular."
The restless girl stepped forward next.
Her eyes flicked between Teresa and Lena.
"…two of you?"
Her grin widened slightly.
"That's interesting."
Lena's posture stiffened slightly.
Instinct.
Recognition.
Danger.
The third one didn't move.
Just watched.
Silent.
Observing.
Lester stepped forward slightly, placing himself just ahead of Teresa.
"State your intentions."
The calm one looked at him.
Studied him.
Then—
"…you're not supposed to exist."
Lester exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I've heard that."
The calm one's expression didn't change.
"That makes you a problem."
Teresa stepped forward before Lester could respond.
"He's not the problem."
A pause.
Her gaze sharpened.
"Neither are we."
The restless girl laughed softly. "That's cute."
Marcus sighed. "I'm already not liking her."
The calm one raised a hand slightly—silencing her without looking.
His attention stayed on Teresa.
"You bent the line."
Not a question.
A statement.
Teresa didn't deny it.
"…I stayed within it."
"Barely."
Silence.
Heavy.
Tense.
Lena stepped slightly closer to Teresa.
Not defensive.
Just… aligned.
The calm one noticed.
Everything.
"Interesting," he murmured.
Lester's voice dropped. "Say what you came to say."
The calm one finally shifted his gaze between all of them.
Measured.
Calculated.
Then—
he spoke.
"We're not here to fight."
Marcus blinked. "…that's new."
A beat.
Then the man added—
"…unless you force us to."
And just like that—
the tension doubled.
Teresa's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then why are you here?"
A pause.
The wind stilled again.
The answer came calm.
Certain.
Unavoidable.
"Because balance doesn't allow this many of us to exist at once."
Silence dropped like a blade.
Marcus exhaled slowly. "…and there it is."
Lester's stance hardened instantly.
"So what happens now?"
The calm one looked at all of them.
Then—
his voice lowered slightly.
"Now…"
A pause.
"…we decide who stays."
The air cracked.
Not violently.
But enough.
Enough to remind them—
This wasn't over.
Not even close.
And this time—
It wasn't just survival.
It was selection.
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END OF CHAPTER 26…