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When I was under the Influence, it felt like being shoved in a deep, dark corner and forced to sleep. What's crazy is that I could remember everything that alien said and saw. The word Decay came out of Canler's big, fat mouth but apparently it isn't true. I was still there and I wasn't going anywhere. The issue was that creature consumed most of my brain and I couldn't do anything but sit watch like a movie theater. When that thing bursts into Riley's room close to killing him, all I know is music played and suddenly, it became weak and it just vanished, putting me back in charge. I don't know how but I'm glad it did. Right now, they have me handcuffed in a warehouse outside of town. Normally, is be thrashing all my strength to break free, but I understand why they have do: they don't fully trust me yet. Emphasis on "yet". So, at this point, you're probably asking what's it's like here. The answer is awful. It's constantly freezing and it doesn't help at night. There's only one light bulb. The bunk beds give everyone cramps. We only have one meal a day to avoid giving away our location and the water is so warm, I spat it out the first time I drank it. If this is what being in hiding is like, I certainly don't like it. I'd rather take a risk with the FBI or whoever and ditch the state. Then again, we're the only six who can stop the Influence. If something isn't done, they'll take over and we can't have that. At least, that's what I heard with a conversation between Riley and his dads. Right now, Riley lies in his parents' laps, the both of them rubbing his fur. "What the heck are we supposed to do?" He asks. "I'm not sure," Todd says. "But if Jo can be freed, maybe everyone can." "We're not sure about that," Evan says. The panda is sitting down on his bed while the others are on the floor. "Remember we still don't know if we can trust Jo yet." "I can hear you assholes!" I shout. I'm sitting in the dark corner since that's what I'm used to: being left in the dark. "Watch your language!" Evan says. They go back to their conversation. My ears keep perking up every time my name or something associated with it gets brought up. I lie down on the concrete ground, hoping something will come to me. Suddenly, I'm back in Riley's room. It stands just like it always has. The door opens up and I'm standing there but I know it's not me. I quietly watch my reflection walk around the room, rummaging through Riley's stuff. The closet, his dresser, the nightstand. She tosses the blankets and pillows aside and she stops. A piece of paper sits underneath the bed. I walk up behind her but I can't make out the words. My evil self stuffs the page in her pocket and goes back downstairs. I quickly follow her. If that page is important, I have to know about it. At the bottom of the stairs is Ms Kara, the slimy bitch. My twin hands her the page and her expression shows approval. I snap my eyes open and I'm back in the warehouse. "Having fun over there sleepy head?" Riley asks. I look up and see all of them staring at me. Even Mike looks confused. I sit up, careful not to go fast because I really don't want the barrel of a gun in my face. "I think I just some sort of vision," I say. I wait for someone to make a move but no one says anything. Not surprisingly, Riley speaks up first. "What do you mean vision?" He asks. He tries to get up but Todd gently hold him back. Riley gives him an I've-got-this look. Todd lowers his paws and Riley walks up to me. Crouching down, he says, "what did you see?" "I saw me, going through your stuff." Even saying it out loud make the dream too vivid. "You went through my stuff?!" "No! That alien thing that stole my body did!" I didn't mean to shout but how else do I get words in people's heads? He doesn't respond so I continue. "Now as I was saying, that thing went through your belongings and found something under your pillow. She brought it to that bitch, Kara. I think that page could be important in getting rid of them." "Oh please," Evan rolls his eyes, "you really thing a piece of paper is going to do anything?" While he rants on, Riley has that look of recognition in his face. That look is exactly what makes me smile. I'd know that look anywhere. "She's right," Riley says. "What're you talking about?" Wendell asks. "Dad, remember on your third anniversary, you took the three of us to that carnival with the gypsy?" "You mean that phony?" Todd asks. "Riley, that's fake. Gypsies don't have any sort of ESP." "Yes they do," Riley says, not back down. He stands up and goes over to his dad. "When we went to see him, he gave me those words saying they will beat a great danger one day. I know what that page is about because I've been dreaming about for the last two years, wondering what the words meant. I don't remember word for word but if Jo's right, that page is important." "Then how do we get I back is Jo says that Kara has it?" Mike asks. He makes a good point. If Kara has it, then that means the whole Influence has it. Hold on... the Influence... "I have an idea on how to get it back," I say. "What is it?" Riley asks, ignoring Evan's grumble of disapproval. "They don't know I've changed back. If I o there undercover..." "Then you can steal the page back before they can destroy it." Riley's always been good at finishing people's thoughts for them. "But what if they've destroyed it already?" I hate possibilities. "Either way, if you need information, I can get it for you guys but you need to let me go," I say. I hold up the handcuffs that bound my wrists and look at Evan. He presses the palm of his hand to his forehead like he has some sort of headache. He digs into his pocket. "I'm probably going to regret this," he brings out a set of keys and tosses them to me, "but here you go." With Riley's help, I get free of my cuffs. The second I'm out, I hug him tight. He tosses the cuffs aside and hugs me back. I've missed the feeling of Riley. It's a lot less lonelier than the number one or being shoved in the back of my mind. I look up to Todd and Wendell. "Boys, get me to the school." And for the first time after being changed back, I feel like they finally trust me. *** Wendell dropped me off a block away to avoid suspicion. I still smell like two days of living in a warehouse but that's the least of my worries right now. I walk up to the school, memories flooding into me the second I see the front door. I think I recall Kara sitting me down and talking about the origin of their cult and for some reason the number five came up once or twice. I remember hiding in Riley's basement when they came back for a few things. The more memories of that shit come back, the angrier I get that the Influence used me and everyone else in the 5th grade. For now, I hide my anger. Later, I'll chop Canler's head off. I open the door and immediately head left to the office. When I open the door, Canler and Kara sit at one of the computers. When they look up, they seem happy to see me. "Jo! What happened to you?" Canler asks. Making sure my fists are unclenched, I say, "they kidnapped me but I managed to escape." "We were so worried about you," Kara says. I doubt it. All they care about is survival. Then again, so do we. "We were afraid they've managed to change you back." "How could they do that without that page?" I ask. "Fair point," Canler says. "But don't you worry. I'm researching to see what song this clue leads to. The problem is that it says '5th Song of Death' which suggests that there's more than one." "Oh dear." Kara pins her ears down. For an alien race, they sure do show emotions pathetically. "If there's more than one, what do we do?" "I don't know." Canler rubs his forehead. It's obvious he's becoming frustrated. Meanwhile, I'm trying to find out how to get that page away from him. Then I get an idea. "Why don't you get some coffee or tea to calm you down?" I ask, keeping my face innocent. "Yeah. That sounds good. Come along, Kara." The two of them get up. As they walk out, Kara takes the page and tucks it in her back pocket. Oh no you don't! As they open the door, I sneak up and reach out for the page, which is teasingly sticking out. But before I can make a move, they leave the room, taking the page with them. Shit! How am I supposed to get info? The others are waiting for me. My quick eye catches the computer. I go around the counter and see that it's still turned on. With my heart racing and my blood pumping, I push the chair aside and see what those two have pulled up. Canler literally typed up "5th Song of Death". Figures. These idiots don't even know how to research correctly. I go through the browser history. Nothing that sounds like it could kill an alien race. The Canler said the song was written over two centuries ago. The only thing I know about that era is that is was mostly classical music back then. Because I'm curious, I go through some of the things on the desk. The two drawers are completely empty. But the day planner and a stack of sticky notes next to it look suspicious. I open the planner up and immediately see a bookmarked page. I turn to it and see two things: a date circled and an index card with an address. "What in the world?" I whisper. Bringing up Google Maps on the computer, I search the address. The pin comes down on a building with a blue label. The name puts me off. Los Angeles Police Department. Why would they be looking up stuff about the LAPD? Going back to the browser history, I look through the pages a few more times. It takes me a few minutes to see that they've been looking at LAPD pages for almost a half an hour. I pull the pages back up in a separate window and read what they've seen. It seems to be mostly statistics. There's about 100 furs in the Police Department. It's been active for a long time. Blah. Blah. Blah. There's also a photo gallery here. I click on that and see about 100 pictures pop up. The one that stands out the most is Officer Evan. He doesn't look any different: black ears and the right eye black. However, none of this gives me a clue as for what the Influence is going to do or why they want this info. I quickly print out a few pages of this including the home page and the photos. I grab an empty folder from the shelf and stuff the papers in there. That's when I remember the day planner. I open it up and see the specific date they have circled. August 28. I write that date on a post it note and stick it on the inside of the folder. What else? There's gotta be something. I go back to the computer. I don't know how much time I have left before they come back but I have to try something. I open a new window and search "The Influence". Seeing that this is the only time we might get internet, I have to take a shot. There's quite a few sites that stand out but the most frequent one is the Vena Society. I open that page and immediately, I can tell that these guys are for real. The background photo is a pair of glowing red eyes. That's how you can tell. I click on "History" and read through the boring looking article. The Vena Society comes from the Latin word "venenatis" which means "blockage". It was founded by two girls whose families were taken by the Influence twenty-five years ago and has been dedicated to stop it since. To this day, there are over 50,000 members across the country. They've captured, tortured, and even murdered members to get information but have yet to have any luck. The only thing they could find was this poem:

When your friends cannot hear, This man's music is what you seek. When all else fails, The 5th Song of Death is what you need.

Oh my god! I'm back in Riley's room, looking at the paper, and the same exact words are on it. I print out this page, erase it from the history and close it. With everything in the folder, I close it. Feeling a bit cocky, I take out a marker and write "Resistance" on the folder. I have nowhere to hide it on my body so I quickly run down the hall to the side entrance and leave. I told Todd and Wendell to park their truck around the corner. Sure enough, as I run there, their big blue truck sits there, running. I hop inside and buckle up. "You find anything?" Wendell asks. "Trust me," I say, holding up the folder, "I've got a lot of stuff that you might want to see."