The Fighter

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I woke up the next day to gunshots and screaming, less than a mile away. I tried to stay calm as I packed my things. Then I rmembered Mason. I shook him awake and told him too get his stuff. We had to move, and we had to move fast. We started running until we couldn't hear the gunshots and scscreams and cries anymore. "They were close." I said, out of breath. "Yeah. We've gotta start taking turns sleeping. That way someone can take watch. We can't let them get that close again. It's too dangerous." He said. I nodded. We walked in silence for awhile, but then I thought of something. "What if they know we're running?" I asked. "Then we will do one of these: fight, or flight." He said. I knew he was talking about the fight or flight response. That's what its called when someone responds to danger. They will either stay and fight it, or run away. "Which will you do?" I asked. "Fight." He told me, a little too serious. "Same." I responded. If the Thex knows anything, its how to fight. But I know too. There were three things they tought us in the training complex. Strategy, mental stability, and combat. I got to the top of the class by being good at all three. I am cunning, and small. I was always best at strategy. Second best was combat. I was good at mental stability too, but it wasn't my strong suit. That was how I was weak. "Did you train?" I asked. "You ask alot of questions." He noted. "Did you?" I ask again. "Yes. Third in my class. Best at mental stability, middle at strategy, worst at combat. What were you?" He asked me. "Strategy, combat, stability." I listed them off without a second thought. Then I heard something. "Stop. Hide." I said to Mason. We hid in the bushes. Then came the voice. It was high, female. "Come out come out wherever you are." Then another one, male. "We promise to kill you slowly..." He said. We didn't move. I looked down at the ground. Laying there was a dagger. A soldier must have died here, then the body been moved. Yes, there was a trail of blood leading away from here. I picked up the dagger and held it behind my back. I stood. "Oh, look what we have here." Said the female Thex. "The beauty," she looked at me, "and the beast." She looked at Mason. I didn't even know he had stood. "Watch it, squeaky. I know how to turn human flesh into a hamburger, and I don't think you'd enjoy that much." I challenged. "Oooh, we've got a snappy one here, don't we?" Said the boy. "And what makes you think you wouldn't suffer the same fate?" I asked him. "Just the fact that I'm stronger, bigger, and meaner than you." He said. "Try me." I responded. And he jumped at me. I brought the dagger out and stabbed him in the arm. "Ah! You little brat!" He screamed. He came at me again. This time I didn't hesitate. I got him in the chest. He fell to the ground, dead. I then realized that Mason had been fighting the girl. I soon joined in, stabbing the back of her neck. She died too. "That'll teach you to mess with me." I said to the bodies on the ground. Then, before I even knew what I was doing, I bent down and carved the ground between them. When I got up, I saw what I had drawn. In the dirt there was a symbol. A star with a dagger in the middle. "That'll be our symbol. We'll put it by anyone we kill. And we'll only kill Thexes, got it?" I said to Mason. He nodded. We continued walking as if nothing had happened.

We found camp four hours later just before the sun went down. Someone had been here before, there was abandoned supplies everywhere. There was no blood or any evidence that there had been a fight here. They must've ran. "In the morning we'll pack this stuff up. But only what we need. I could use that bow, and there are some arrows over there," I said, pointing, "I know how to hunt. We'll find food easier." I said. "I'll take first watch." Mason said. "Ok. Lets set up." I said. Without question or speech, we started setting up our stuff. After all my stuff was set up, I started looking through the supplies the people left behind. Some food, water bottles, weapons, and two sleeping bags. There were also matches. The forest people don't use matches. The only people around here who have matches are the Thex. "Thexes." I said. "What?" Mason asked. "The stuff, it belonged to Thexes." I say. "Is that bad?" He asked me, worried. "No. We have their matches. We can burn them instead of stabbing them every time." I explained. He nodded.

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