by Xersist on Thu Oct 16, 2008 7:43 am
As Heaven walked out side with Edward, Scout finale awakened.His eyes peeling open, under his lashes, and layer of skin. He felt the pain on his stomach, sharp and deep. The boy moaned, but stayed quiet. His arms were heavy, feeling the weight of conflict and battle covered over him.
Scout pulled himself up, slowly, removing the sheets. A great weight seemed to ride over him, like a storm on a lake. The howling in his mind crept behind him. He felt the beast inside him now, unlike before where he was inside the beast. Shivers started to collect down his spine, but he tired not to move.
As his body started to move, the wound seemed to cry out at him in anger, much like the beast. The Lycan got to his feet slowly, yet his stomach did not stop crying. Though he could not stand, Scout only walk hunched over, holding his gut.
The young Lycan peered out of the den, looking left then right, seeing Heaven in the distance. He wanted to stay hidden, keep in the dark.
Pulling himself out of the den, he hustled toward a tree, leaning beside it. He begain to pant heavly, his eyes growing heavy. "Ughm..." He was about to cough, but held it in, trying to stay quiet. "They mus'int look for me, no one should find me."
SCout slowly walked away from the dens, coming down the hill slowly. He looked up seeing the sun shine, warming his face. Thought the light felt blinding to him, revealing him. He covered his eyes, and felt like crying.
As his heavy feet came down the hill, his right toe got caught, and Scout suddely tripped and tumbled to the bottom. He crashed to the ground, "Ahw Damn it!" the sharp pain of the wound started to cut open. The boy started to crawl getting on his knees.
He reached out, touching the bark of a tree. Pushing against it, he slowly got up, but soon collapsed on the brown surface. Taking heavy breaths, the young man could not feel his own hands now. His eyes started to slew with tears, "I...I.... I need to get away, I, I can't stay here..Ahhh.. ah.." The pain of the wound only seemed to get harder and harder.
"So is that anyway to leave me?" a voice said coming from the trees. Jumping down with a thud the fellow lycan looked him in the face.
"Please don't say anything Bro, I .. I just have to go." Blade bent down, and sat on his butt.
"Why?" He said calmly, holing his sword over his lap.
"Its not safe for me to be here, I'll hurt some one. I'm not staying here until I know.. How to control this."
"Hmmmm." Blade eyes focused on his brother intensively, not saying a word.
"I can life with this thing yet."
"So you were wake when we fought." Scout nodded his head slowly, starting to hold his stomach. "I see, ......."
"I can stay, I can't"
"I understand."
"Don't come with me, I need to figure this out on my own." Scout was expecting Blade to disagree.
"Alright Scout." Scout was shocked and surprised and his responded, but didn't ask to hear it again. " I know that me being with you, will not help you if you don't learn to grow up and deal with it. So, that's it then." Blade got up and picked up his sword. SCout did the same, however much slower.
"Blade don't tell them that you know. I don't want anybody knowing about this."
"Aye I understand."
Blade smiled and offered out his sword to his brother, as well as his jacket.
"What's this?" The young Lycan said.
"Going away presents."
"But your sword, you need it to fight." Blade smiled and chuckled.
"You know I think I'm gonna take a break from fighting for a while, take it easy. Besides, you know I can just make another."
"Right." Scout said closing his eyes.
The two didn't say a word for a long time, then Scout reached out and took the jacket, putting it on, then Taking the sword, while using it as a crutch.
Blade smiled, then started to walk off, "Good luck Scout." The Lycan looked back into the forest, "Come on Draya, lets rest on something better than dirt, my side is getting sore."
The younger Lycan smiled as he turned the other way, away from the hill, and the dens, and out toward the mountains. Slowly taking one foor in front of the other, somewhat smiling with every painful step.