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We were drenched in darkness. Over the sweet sounds of the forest nightlife, my screams and shouts rang out clearly through the trees with the wind. I could barely see his face anymore. The moon was full above us, but the trees blocked out it's light a great deal.
"Stop struggling, you'll loose blood quicker if you keep it up." He said flatly. I stopped to take a breath.
"Why are you helping me? I never asked for your help!" I snapped. I felt his powerful force ripple through his body as he crushed a log beneath him with his bare feet.
"No you didn't. But it's your own fault for wandering into my territory, and traveling so far from home." He replied back. There was a short pause before he spoke again.
"I'm guess you were on a camping trip and got lost on a hike, am I right?"
"Not even close." I mumbled, gently examining my arm. He was right about the blood. It was coming out fast now, and dripping all over his shoulder and vest. I wondered if he could feel it and if it bothered him at all.
"Oh?" he sounded amused. "Then what did happen?"
I turned away from him.
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business." I said coldly.
"Fair enough." he shrugged, jolting me upwards. In anger, I beat his shoulder with my good arm again.
"Hey, didn't your mother teach you any better?" he growled. So I was irritating him. He was just hiding it. In my brain, I grinned. Perhaps if I could annoy him enough, he'd let me go, just to get rid of me. The comment about my mother fueled my anger, because in truth, she didn't. I struck him again.
"No, and maybe if you'd put me down I wouldn't hit you!" I snapped.
"You're being extremely rude to someone who's only trying to help you." he said through gritted teeth. I kicked his ribs and squirmed about in his hand.
"I told you, I never asked for your help!" I shouted. I felt his grip tighten.
"Now stop it before I drop you!" he barked, logging his bow into the ground and stopping. He used both hands to try and get me to stop, but I fought back. My wounded are was in a great deal of pain, but pain was something I was used to by now. My main concern was getting away from this guy, no matter how nice he seemed.
"Quit it!" he yelled. My blood was making my skin slippery to hold onto.
"Put me down!" I shouted back.
"Why are you being so stupid?"
"Why are you trying - to -"
BLAM!!
I did it before I realized it. In an effort to break my good arm free, I jerked it up. It flew up out of his hands and my enclosed fist punched him right in the jaw. My fist swelled up and turned red. I froze up and glared at him; until he glared down at me.
In the moonlight above, I got a clear shot of his enraged expression. His lip curled back into a snarl. His eyebrows knitted together and his hazel eyes locked on me with cold, hard furry. Mixed with his already gruff appearance and facial features, he looked like a nightmarish serial killer. Not to mention his size intimidated me all the more.
My bravery melted away and was replaced by childish fear. I trembled and whimpered. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, not breaking his gaze or softening his face. And for one terrifying moment, I was sure he was going to kill me. It was worse than when my father came at me with his knife.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I-I didn't mean t-t-to. Please don't hurt me, I'm r-really sorry."
Tears came back and I turned away, ready for the worse.
With one had, he held my waist, with the other, he snatched my good arm and yanked me right up to his face. His eyes blazed and burrowed into my soul. I let out a cry and began to sob.
"You think this is a game?" He roared at me. I cried louder.
"Huh? You think I want to hurt you? Do you want me to leave you here to die? Do you?!" His booming and demanding voice pounded on my eardrums so loudly, I couldn't even hear myself cry.
"NO!!" I sobbed. "NO! I don't w-want you t-to hurt meeee!" I whined like a pathetic 4 year old.
"Are you going to hit me again? Or do I have to keep yelling?" He shouted. I continued to cry and shank my head.
"NO, WHAT?" he demanded.
"…I-I won't h-h-hit you. I p-promise…" I managed to say.
He let me go and I pulled my hand back against my chest. I closed my eyes and wished it all away.
"No more, p-please…" I kept saying, "No more…"
I heard him sigh and he laid me upon his shoulder again. I burried my face into his vest, soaking it with my tears and snotty face. He picked up his bow and continued walking through the forest again. We were both silent for a long time. Finally, my crying and sobbing began to die down. I leaned my head to the side, facing him. He continued to stare straight ahead.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, "I'm really s-s-sorry…"
He didn't look at me, but nodded to show he heard.
"Sleep now, we're almost there, child." he said softly. I caught my breath and closed my eyes.
Within moments, I fell into a deep, deep sleep right there on his shoulder.

Description
We were drenched in darkness. Over the sweet sounds of the forest nightlife, my screams and shouts rang out clearly through the trees with the wind. I could barely see his face anymore. The moon was full above us, but the trees blocked out it's light a great deal.
"Stop struggling, you'll loose blood quicker if you keep it up." He said flatly. I stopped to take a breath.
"Why are you helping me? I never asked for your help!" I snapped. I felt his powerful force ripple through his body as he crushed a log beneath him with his bare feet.
"No you didn't. But it's your own fault for wandering into my territory, and traveling so far from home." He replied back. There was a short pause before he spoke again.
"I'm guess you were on a camping trip and got lost on a hike, am I right?"
"Not even close." I mumbled, gently examining my arm. He was right about the blood. It was coming out fast now, and dripping all over his shoulder and vest. I wondered if he could feel it and if it bothered him at all.
"Oh?" he sounded amused. "Then what did happen?"
I turned away from him.
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business." I said coldly.
"Fair enough." he shrugged, jolting me upwards. In anger, I beat his shoulder with my good arm again.
"Hey, didn't your mother teach you any better?" he growled. So I was irritating him. He was just hiding it. In my brain, I grinned. Perhaps if I could annoy him enough, he'd let me go, just to get rid of me. The comment about my mother fueled my anger, because in truth, she didn't. I struck him again.
"No, and maybe if you'd put me down I wouldn't hit you!" I snapped.
"You're being extremely rude to someone who's only trying to help you." he said through gritted teeth. I kicked his ribs and squirmed about in his hand.
"I told you, I never asked for your help!" I shouted. I felt his grip tighten.
"Now stop it before I drop you!" he barked, logging his bow into the ground and stopping. He used both hands to try and get me to stop, but I fought back. My wounded are was in a great deal of pain, but pain was something I was used to by now. My main concern was getting away from this guy, no matter how nice he seemed.
"Quit it!" he yelled. My blood was making my skin slippery to hold onto.
"Put me down!" I shouted back.
"Why are you being so stupid?"
"Why are you trying - to -"
BLAM!!
I did it before I realized it. In an effort to break my good arm free, I jerked it up. It flew up out of his hands and my enclosed fist punched him right in the jaw. My fist swelled up and turned red. I froze up and glared at him; until he glared down at me.
In the moonlight above, I got a clear shot of his enraged expression. His lip curled back into a snarl. His eyebrows knitted together and his hazel eyes locked on me with cold, hard furry. Mixed with his already gruff appearance and facial features, he looked like a nightmarish serial killer. Not to mention his size intimidated me all the more.
My bravery melted away and was replaced by childish fear. I trembled and whimpered. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, not breaking his gaze or softening his face. And for one terrifying moment, I was sure he was going to kill me. It was worse than when my father came at me with his knife.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I-I didn't mean t-t-to. Please don't hurt me, I'm r-really sorry."
Tears came back and I turned away, ready for the worse.
With one had, he held my waist, with the other, he snatched my good arm and yanked me right up to his face. His eyes blazed and burrowed into my soul. I let out a cry and began to sob.
"You think this is a game?" He roared at me. I cried louder.
"Huh? You think I want to hurt you? Do you want me to leave you here to die? Do you?!" His booming and demanding voice pounded on my eardrums so loudly, I couldn't even hear myself cry.
"NO!!" I sobbed. "NO! I don't w-want you t-to hurt meeee!" I whined like a pathetic 4 year old.
"Are you going to hit me again? Or do I have to keep yelling?" He shouted. I continued to cry and shank my head.
"NO, WHAT?" he demanded.
"…I-I won't h-h-hit you. I p-promise…" I managed to say.
He let me go and I pulled my hand back against my chest. I closed my eyes and wished it all away.
"No more, p-please…" I kept saying, "No more…"
I heard him sigh and he laid me upon his shoulder again. I burried my face into his vest, soaking it with my tears and snotty face. He picked up his bow and continued walking through the forest again. We were both silent for a long time. Finally, my crying and sobbing began to die down. I leaned my head to the side, facing him. He continued to stare straight ahead.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, "I'm really s-s-sorry…"
He didn't look at me, but nodded to show he heard.
"Sleep now, we're almost there, child." he said softly. I caught my breath and closed my eyes.
Within moments, I fell into a deep, deep sleep right there on his shoulder.