Chapter 2: Gendry Waters

Genry sighed as he dragged his feet to get on the night bus. He could not believe that his master sent him away. Master Mott has always been proud of him. Sometimes he would place his arm around him and call him the best gunsmith in King's Landing and always told him that he treated him as his own son. But he was wrong, he was never his father. How could a father send his son away?

Gendry sat at the back of the bus and scratched his black hair as bitter thoughts ran through his head. He never had a family. His mom died when he was young and he never met his father. Master Mott was the closest thing he had to a father, but now he lost him too.

He placed his backpack on his lap as he settled in his seat. The only thing that reminded him of his previous home was a tool hammer that he used in making guns. He sighed and looked at the window. He was being taken to the Wall, as he heard from his co-passengers. He guessed that it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe the Night's watch would need a gunsmith for future wars. He scoffed at the idea. For more than hundreds of years, there had never been a war against the Wildlings in the North.

A few minutes passed and still, he stared blankly at the window. For a minute, he wished that Yoren would not arrive. However, to his demise, the old soldier came, alongside with a young boy whom he dragged by the collar.

"Stop your crying!" He shouted at the boy. The sound was muffled from the inside the bus but Gendry heard it nonetheless.

"You don't belong there anymore!" He continued. Yoren pushed the boy to enter the night bus.

The boy was wearing a cap with loose jeans and shirt. His hair was messily fitted inside the cap, with strands sticking out from every direction. He was thin, and from his height, he was probably more or less half of Gendry's age. On his chest, he held his own backpack and held it tight. Gendry observed as to how he is very nervous on finding his own seat.

Poor kid, he thought. Gendry realized how much a chicken he was when he mopped around on being sent to the wall while this kid half his height probably has bigger problems than his own.

The engines started to run and the bus finally set off to its course. The trip was unexpectedly quiet aside from the ocassional growls from the man sitted on the other side of the boy. Gendry wanted to sleep. But told himself he couldn't. What if he wanted to visit the South again? He thought. He should at least know the way back.

Gendry observed every road, landmark and turn they passed by. Even as the sun started to set, he still memorized each and every landmark on the road. It was finally dark when Gendry decided to give up. The road they're treading now was straight anyways. He finally settled back to his seat but to his surprise, he saw a man from afar trying to cross the road.

"Watch out!" He screamed. Gendry saw the boy yank up on his seat.

"Yoren!" The kid shouted. But it was to late, seconds later, the bus flipped on its side sending Gendry to the windows. He hit his head before tumbling down the floor. When the movement stopped he groaned as he crawled his way back on his seat.

Hot, thick liquid slowly oozed out from his head making its way to the rest of his face. He tried to wipe it off with his hand but the blood continued to flow from. He slowly stood up to check his surroundings. His vision was still a little bit fuzzy from the collision of his head to the window.

"Get off me!" Someone shouted. Gendry finally came back to his senses as he saw the boy struggle away from his growling aislemate. Immediately, Gendry grabbed his hammer from his bag and struck the man on the head.

"You okay?" He said. The boy looked at him straight in his eyes. He was surprised at the beautiful gray orbs staring at him.

Gendry helped the boy up as he thanked him.

"The fuck just happened?" He panted.

"The bus just flipped over, stupid." The boy answered. Gendry stared at him for a while. Such a foul mouthed kid, he thought. Nonetheless, the gray eyed boy realized his mistake and offered him an extra shirt to wipe the blood on his face as an apology.

Gendry exhaled a sigh of relief when both of them finally got out of the bus. On the other hand, he smelled the petroleum leaking down at the side of the bus.

"We got to get out of here." Gendry said in panic. To his surprise, the little boy ran towards the front of the bus to help Yoren.

After the boy struggled to set Yoren free, Gendry ran towards them and assisted the old soldier towards the forest.

Gendry dragged Yoren away from the bus as he was followed by the little boy. Moments later, they heard a loud explosion and pieces of metal came clashing and clanking along with the fire. Gendry panted as he released Yoren and rested him on a nearby tree.

Gendry sat on the forest floor and tried to regain his composure. He was full of sweat. Or he wanted to believe so. It was so dark that he could only see Yoren's sillohette.

The boy's heavy breathing was Gendry's only indication he was still with him.

"He's bleeding out." The boy finally said. "Th- the man, he bit him... He bit Yoren and he..." Gendry could feel the terror on the young boy's voice. It sounded that he would cry any minute.

"Calm down." Gendry said softly. He could hear the boy whimpering trying to hold his tears. "Do you have a flashlight?" Gendry continued.

Instantly, Gendry heard him ransack his bag. Then a beam of white light flashed in front of the boy's face. A small smile crept to his face. A sign of relief that they have found their little source of light.

Gendry squinted as the sudden flash of light almost blinded him in the darkness. Nonetheless, he saw the boy, his hair was messier without his cap. Surprisingly, his features were soft like a girl's.

Gendry shook the thought off as he directed him to flash the light towards Yoren. To his surprise, the soldier was covered by his own blood. His face was pale and two fingers were missing from his right hand. Immediately, Gendry grabbed his own bag and pulled out one of his shirts. He tore them in half and wrapped it around Yoren's fingers. He pressed his hand against Yoren's own. It made the old man cringe in pain as he muttered cuss words.

The young boy winced as Gendry continued to put pressure on the wound. The light began to flicker as the kid shook uncontrolably with a terrified look plastered on his face.

"That fucking hurt." Yoren finally began to speak. "That crazy son of a bitch." He continued.

As Yoren spoke, the boy trembled more.

"Hey," Gendry looked at the boy. "I'm Gendry." He smiled at him, trying to call his attention away from the greusome view. The boy gazed towards him, then back to Yoren's injuries.

"I.. I'm Ar-" he began to choke. "Arry" the boy finally said.

"Listen Arry," Gendry stared at him. "I need you to put pressure on his wounds, okay? He said gently.

Arry on the other hand nodded like a spaced out kid. Nevertheless, he did as he was bid. Using his other hand, Arry pressed hard on Yoren's hand. Gendry, with the other half of his shirt, wrapped the same on Yoren's leg. When they were finished, Gendry placed his back on the tree next to Yoren.

"You did a great job, kid." He smiled at Arry. Arry nodded. However, Gendry could see the worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry." Gendry said. "He won't die from that." He gave Arry a reassuring smile.

Arry nodded as she finally turned off the light.