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Posted February 23, 2013
Yay!!! :D Your story is so awesome!!! You really do have a talent... I, on the other hand, have a problem with being unable to finish my stories... Do you think I should start writing "Castle Hill" on the NOOK again? Reply to this back at camp if you'd like. ~ SvetaWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 22, 2013
The Art of Survival
Chapter 9- Jesse's POV
The two girls lay sprawled on the ground, side-by-side, looking broken and rather sad. They are a few feet apart and on their backs, with eyes closed. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their stomachs, I'd think they were dead.
Redd had shot the pretty Asian chic in the foot three times, and the blonde in the ankle and the shin. Then she had proceeded to knock the moaning girls out by smacking them over the head with the butt of her gun.
"What do we do now?" I ask.
"Wait. When they wake up, ask 'em where they came from." Redd answers.
"Probably from that stupid farm! Come riding here thinking they're so good, just-" Meagan rages.
I cut her off. "They did exactly what we planned to!"
She scowls and folds her arms.
A groan escapes the lips of the blonde. She opens her eyes, which are brilliant silver-gray. I notice a ring of emerald green around her pupils.
"You okay?" I ask sympathetically.
Confusion flickers in her oddly colored eyes. Her gaze darts from Redd to Meagan to me.
"Hey, relax." I reach out and put a soothing hand on her shoulder. I feel the muscles in her neck and shoulders tensen under my gentle fingers. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"She looks like a cornered rat." Meagan says harshly. The poor girl really does. Her eyes are wide, her face pained. She looks hopefully at me, like I might help her.
"Guys, this isn't right." I say, staring into the girl's eyes, which are filled with pain.
"They came here. They got what they deserve." Meagan replies savagely.
"They had no weapons! No bad intentions!" I roar.
"How do you know?" Meagan demands shrilly.
"Look at them, Meagan! Look at their faces!" I snarl.
"They're weak." Meagan growls.
Ian comes out, bleary-eyed and confused. "Why fighting? Why hurt?"
Redd hurriedly guides him to his room. "No fighting, no hurt. Just playing around..." She assures him quickly.
I glare at Meagan and help the girls to their feet. The Asian girl wakes up with a cry of pain. I pull them outside and whisper quickly, "Take your horses and go. Now."
The blond girl grips my shoulder, tight. "Come with us." She gasps.
"I can't leave them." I say gently, supporting the wobbly girls.
"I'll come back for you." The blonde vows. She looks me in the eyes. I hold her gaze for a moment, then step away. The two shakily mount their horses.
"We'll be back!" The Asian girl calls.
The blonde nods. With that, they're gone. Gallop off into the darkening night.
Meagan barges out. "You let them GO!?"
"Yeah." I say, staring after them. "Mercy is important in this world, too, Meagan."