Turns Out He Is A Boy
Exit Way

Then we continued to step forward to get out of this thick foggy forest. I'm still not sure of Fred's words that we're really getting out of here. Even though he used special glasses to see in the thick fog like this.

But again Fred stopped, but for the first time at this stop Fred didn't drop me. I saw faintly from Fred's happy face, either what made him happy like that, or maybe the words he said were true.

"Finally, we can go home." said Fred in a small voice.

"Haha... That's right, you want to trick me huh? you think I believe in your words" said I who still did not believe this stranger. I don't know why I feel familiar with him.

Then Fred took off the glasses he was wearing, and gave them to me. Which meant for the purpose of having me believe his words through these glasses. As soon as I put on the glasses, I almost cried because I could finally go home.

It turned out to be true what this stranger had said, he had actually found his way out. But suddenly I saw someone standing in front of me from a distance. Suddenly the man ran towards here with a knife in his hand.

"Hurry down!" I shouted to Fred.

But quickly Fred understood what I meant, he immediately lowered his head quickly. Then the knife floated over him, and Fred was kicked so hard by the murder that we bounced, and fell apart.

This is so bad, the glasses that Fred was supposed to use were in my hands. I can't do anything even if I have these glasses. Fred could have died for me, and if Fred had died for me, I would have died for him too.

Then the murder approached Fred, with Fred swiftly avoiding him. From what I saw Fred use his vision not with his eyes, but with his sharp hearing.

He could tell the direction of the opponent's movements using his sense of hearing. The killer tried to chase after Fred, and Fred went as far as possible to the opposite direction as I could so that I wouldn't be in danger either.

I could only shut up, and watch Fred from here. There's nothing I can do. I'm really like a loser who can't do anything for anyone else, not even for myself.

"Fred beware behind you!" I shouted, then Fred swiftly rolled forward. Then Fred faced me from afar, and gave me a thumbs up. It seems like he knows my whereabouts enough by hearing the direction of his voice.

Then there's a chance for me to help him, with as an eye for Fred. I'll scream to signal what Fred should do right then and there. Finally my sense of regret was slightly lessened just by helping her.

As soon as the murder threw his knife at Fred's head. I immediately told him to duck, and if there was any gap or chance. Then at that time Fred had to reply to his attack with his bare hands.

"Dodge towards the left! swing your punch to the side with your right hand! back to back!" I shouted loudly. This way Fred is superior even though he cannot see in the thick fog like this.

The killer's attacks can be avoided by Fred with his abilities. From what I see it looks like Fred has been trained hard, because of the ability to avoid attacks, and reply to his attacks to the opponent, it is proof that he has been trained.

Then I saw the killer stop for a moment, and looked at me. I was shocked, and then suddenly the murder ran very fast towards me. I panicked even more, and shouted to Fred that the killer was running towards me.

But unfortunately this killer's running speed is faster than Fred's. His wide strides made him superior to Fred. Then the murder stopped in front of me, and raised the knife with both hands furious at me.

I was shocked to see who came to my aid, and kicked the killer. He was Peter, then I saw his smug, smiling face. But that's not what I'm concerned about, the murder immediately rose from where it fell.

But suddenly in the blink of an eye there was an object that floated towards the murder, and the target stuck in the chest of the murder. Then the murder fell again, to death.

It turns out that the object thrown by Peter is a fairly large knife. Then Peter went to the place where the killer died to retrieve the knife he threw. Then Peter came up to me, and gave me the knife

I was shocked to receive the knife he gave me. It turned out to be the knife I was carrying, but the question was how could this knife be in Peter's hands. Again I remembered Peter's words at the time, about... "Luck".

Bugs! suddenly Fred attacked Peter by kicking his head hard enough that Peter bounced.

"Hey stop!" it was my scream that stopped Fred from stepping towards Peter.

"Not yet, Claude, I have to take care of this" Fred said.

"The killer was dead by someone you kicked just now. He came to my aid, and he had a friend of mine, his name, Peter" I said.

Then I saw Fred's surprised face, what really surprised him. But what surprised him even more after I thought, how did Fred know my name? I have never told you my name before.

I felt that something was awkward with him, "Oh well then.thank you for helping us" Fred said in a stammering speech.

"Well, it's okay, anyway it's my job to. ah. it's already" said Peter.

"Oh yeah... Fred... I have something to ask you.. How do you know my name?" I asked Fred to be surprised.

For a moment Fred didn't say anything, "Ah. about it. When I left you I found a sheet of paper that contained information about the students, and I saw your information that your name is Claude" Fred said.

"Oh really? all right then. 'cause now we're all three. This way we'll be safer, and even more my friend Peter has special glasses too, did you kill Peter's killer?" my many.

"Yes of course, and again I've killed two people this time. The murder glasses I just killed you can wear. Even though it was splashed with blood" said Peter, giving me his glasses.

And then we continued our journey. Oh yes speaking of the place we are now at now being at our campsite, which means we are close to the exit.

But once we're out of the woods, we'll walk home?. Before we actually got out of the forest, we picked up the supplies that were in the campground. But again something made me feel awkward, with both of them.