Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled

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9. Captured

 

Cloven returned with a handful of berries, blue berries, strawberries and a variety of edible leafs. Placing some aside, I cut up the blueberries and handed them out, five each. I swallowed mine quickly savouring the sweetness. I then turned to Hope who was awake and nursing Harmony once more

“She should be able to move. How ever she needs certain herbs and medical plants to keep her through the night.” She whispered to me, I nodded and grabbed my bow and arrow and turned to Cloven

“We wont be gone long, an hour at the most. Keep the fire warm and make sure she rests. Okay?” I demanded she nodded and clutched the tin tray warming it; she tucked it inside a padded pillow case and then placed it at Harmony’s feet. Grabbing my satchel I waited for Hope. She soon returned her knife in her leather belt and her heavy jacket and her riding boots. We sat out; I assumed we would be a while. It was quite easy to be quiet around Hope, so I didn’t bother to make conversation. We finally reached a new wood, I was on guard. We moved quietly, often I would climb a tree and receive a couple of berries or wood for a fire tonight. We came across and old apple tree. Smiling, I plucked eight fresh apples from the tree and placed them inside my satchel. I turned to see Hope picking some beautiful flowers in the corner. I watched her for a short while. Then we heard voices, laughter. Pressing myself against the tree, I noticed Hope do the same thing. Relived, I began to pull my arrow out, slotting it in place I waited. Nothing happened; the voices came closer and then soon disappeared. I remained in my confined position against the scratchy raw bark a while after, I could see in Hope’s eyes she was personally agreeing with my actions.

 

Finally, I moved. Still cautious I made no sound and soundless appeared in the small opening of the woods. I turned to Hope she nodded, raising my arrow. Nothing happened, sighing I allowed it to fall by my side, when the loud gunshot took my by surprise as it hit Hope in the right leg, she let out a cry of pain. Blood spilled over her jeans, staining them; I gasped and rushed to her aid. I couldn’t let her die; she was now collapsed on the floor a golden bullet through her right leg. I gasped a golden bullet. I tried to pick Hope up but she was falling fast. I rushed over to a heap of leaves, but I could hear the killers approaching, I held up my arrow. Four boys entered the clearing, a tall brown haired boy with sparkling brown eyes, he wore an dirty old rag brown top and jeans with holes in them and scavenging boots, the boy beside him had tinted blonde hair but wasn’t as blonde as Lloyd, he had grey eyes and rosy cheeks his clothes where torn and he had bloodstains all over him. A tall boy stood beside the boy with the bloodstained clothing, he had dark brown hair and green eyes, he had long fingers and a slim figure, his skin looked clean and his eyes contained no trace of sympathy. The final boy that stood in the shadow of the clean boy, was wearing an old brown hair and singed clothing, cuts covered his left arm and his jeans where ripped. I couldn’t get a glimpse of his face, but I decided it wouldn’t be Lloyd, the gun slotted in his worn leather belt. Not one of them was Lloyd. I sighed but didn’t relax my position, what was I thinking? He wouldn’t shoot Hope.

“Let’s see...” one of the purred his voice was annoying and rude. So I pulled back the string the arrow went for his hand, but to my amazement, his fingers skimmed the cutting edge and simply caught it.

“Get her.” he whispered, extending his long gangly finger. I could tell he was the chief; I gasped but didn’t struggle as two of the boys caught me, tying two thick chunky ropes around my hands, and pulled. I didn’t attempt to run, I merrily allowed them to take me, and the other picked up the slumping Hope and carried her, careful not to hurt her. I found this peculiar, and then under the cap I saw his eyes. Lloyd. The gun slotted into his belt, but he was so careful with Hope that I kept my lips tightly shut. He had a plan, he always had a plan.

 

I wondered what they where going to do with us, but they brought us to their tent, but it was more like a base. Around it was logs, a small gap at the entrance, in the middle there was a clearing and a fire. Then there where three tents around it, surrounded by the wall of logs. One of the boys squeezed through the tents and got down on his hands and knees. I was curios, then there was a loud bang and there was a small wooden door. Confused, I watched as he gestured to the other boys. It was a small crated door. I tried to retain my surprise but failed. The boy holding the heavy cutting rope yanked, leading me forwards and then down into the small room under the camp. It was dirty and sandy, it looked like it had been here for centuries, and he fold an old copper bolt and laced my rope through and then turned to Hope, who Lloyd was carrying

“Place her over there. We want her alive. Treat her wound.” He said and disappeared, I heard the slam of the crate door. I hesitated before speaking

“What have you done?” I hissed, my voice was harsh and pitiless. He turned to me,

“I’m sorry, Lilac. It was her or you.” He whispered, and set down Hope. I struggled “Don’t struggle. They’ll hear.” He whispered, I sighed annoyed and grumpily but stopped wriggling instantly.

“Why didn’t you shot me, Lloyd? Why?” I demanded angrily, tears of anger, he turned to me, I saw pain in his eyes as he watched me

“Because I couldn’t, Lilac.” He hissed, but I knew he was only being truthful. I blinked and sat down. My ropes where just long enough

“Well then release me so I can help you.” I suggested, he did hesitate. But finally he crouched down beside me and pulled out a small pocket knife and smoothly cut the heavy rope. Making sure I made no noise, I dashed to Hope. My satchel was gone. I cursed loudly, Lloyd looked at me confused

“I need water and my satchel.” I demanded, he nodded and disappeared. I turned to Hope, she was still awake, and I turned to her and clutched her cold hand

“Stay strong, okay?” I whispered, she nodded. Something inside of me was pleading that she lived. She needed to survive. I wrapped her in my coat and covered her wound, with my t-shirt ripping it apart. Luckily Lloyd returned with my satchel. I rummaged through and grabbed the healing leaves she was going to use for Harmony. Harmony. I blinked back the urge to fight, and began working on her wounds. Covering them with the leaves and soaking the bandages in the water and then finding my flask, I tilted her lips up and poured down the liquid. I knew it was working when she gasped in relief. I grinned and then I heard footsteps. I tucked my satchel with Lloyd and pretended to tie the ropes around me. The boy with grey eyes appeared and turned to me

“My turn on duty, you’re on hunting.” He sneered, Lloyd looked at me and then nodded, but my satchel was gone, I didn’t fight. I just watched in puzzlement as he rose swiftly and left without another word. I saw the grey eyed boy turn to collect something from outside the small pit. I looked around hurriedly, and found my satchel; it was about a meter away. I grabbed it quickly and then as he turned back around I pretended as nothing had happened.

 

He sat with us for a while; I could see Hope was trying hard not to sleep. So receiving my bag, I pulled out the arrow. The grey eyed boy wasn’t focusing on me, I aimed for his back. He let out a piercing screech and then it to the floor. I moved quickly, grabbing another arrow I shot him through the heart. I couldn’t risk anything; I placed the two arrows back in my satchel and then turned to Hope. I fixed her wounds quickly, I knew that if she was in a good well care she wouldn’t be able to move for another forty eight hours, but I couldn’t risk that much time. I knew the others would be coming to check on us and to see if the boy was doing his job. I grabbed him and shoved him in the corner unseen and Hope was now on speaking form which pleased me. We had a plan. But it would have to wait until dark. 

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