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Shem POV, (Dream World)

As they reached the curb, Shem felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders, an indetectable sigh escaped his mouth. 'We aren't safe yet though!' He thought ecstatically, the dopamine and adrenaline kicking into his calming mind, the idea of freedom already realised in his mind. Still, he was not that careless in his elation as to voice his excitement but instead gave Lorey's hand a tight squeeze in success.

While the siblings crept down the gloomy path Shem focused on the noise around him. With Lorey having stepped on a leaf earlier they might be following him, 'That demon must be laughing his ass off!' Shem grimaced internally whilst becoming angry. The thought of the Rakshasa brought his mind back towards the trio, the murder squad following behind them. 

Each step felt like an eternity. But Shem knew better than to run, their pursuers were likely still searching, maybe even on their trail, running was nothing but a death sentence. The siblings kept walking west, hearing nothing from behind. As they continued down the path the occasional rustle of tents broke through Shem's pounding heartbeat.

With the adrenaline wearing out screams, shouts, and gunshots became apparent, still they trudged forwards, hand-in-hand. 

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After walking for a few minutes at the slow pace he turned towards Lorey, prompting her to stop. Not waiting for her reaction Shem gestured off the path, towards the dark unknown abyss filled with tents. 

In response Lorey shook her head.

'Why not though? Hiding by or in the tents would keep our backs safe.'

A questioning look appeared on his face, his arms turning upwards as if asking why. The sibling instinct to argue with Lorey made Shem grin a bit, very much wanting to win the incoming argument. He leaned in close to her, his lips centimeters away from Lorey's ears, mouth open about to whisper. But before Shem could say anything the previously dark world grew light instantaneously. 

'Arghh, why is it so bright!?!'

His eyes, now closed, burned with the sudden increase in illumination, he tensed his face even more as if it would help block the light. A minute passed in arduous silence as everyone adjusted their eyes to the new lighting, Shem turned around, three people stood ten meters away from him. 

'Who the fuck are they?' Inspecting them closely he started with their head, noticing that they still had their eyes shut. Looking downwards the first clue to their identity was the military camo vest with seemingly millions of pockets, then the gun came into view. 

'Shit.'

He grabbed Lorey's hand and attempted to move behind a tent but Lorey, still blinking the white spots from her eyes, refused to move. 

Shem's mind raced looking for a solution but coming up blank, no matter how hard he tried to find a way to hide both him and Lorey nothing came to mind. 

Seconds passed before both Lorey and the group of three in military clothing opened their eyes. The one in the far left instantly noticed them, her eyes locking on to the siblings like targets. She moved for her gun, movements quick and unobstructed.

'Why am I staying silent, they can see our asses?' He realised before saying with the utmost seriousness; "Run."

Before either of them could run, claps echoed throughout the entire circus tent, the noise originating from the Rakshasa hovering back over the roundabout.