Chris smiled at he raced to the camp site. Of course he wanted to see pretty girl. But he had to keep his secret or else Fury or even his parents will know. Why else? If he was in love, he had to make up what he said to Fury!
He neared the camp. There was laughter to begin with. He snorted as he dug his body into a nearby bush. He looked out through a cubby hole and saw the camp, the whole camp before him.
He was completely ashamed. He didn't get a good look at pretty girl. So what can he do?
Finally, a guy with blonde hair walked over to a tan tent. Chris whispered to himself, "Martin?"
The guy got up and dusted his shorts. While he dusted a girl with beautiful blondish-red hair came up to him, "What's ya doing, Martin?"
"Just finishing up, Laura."
Chris backed away an inch, Martin was here?
"Hey, guys! Look, I found a shell!"
Martin looked over, "Aviva!"
Chris' jaw dropped. It was pretty girl, the long pigtails caught his memory. She was beautiful. He stood still hoping not to disturb the friendship.
Aviva showed her shells, "I never thought that these can be made in rivers."
"Hmmm... the river is fresh water. I don't know."
"Martin," Eyed Laura. Chris hid into the bushes. "How did you know it was fresh? You didn't go to it at all yet."
"Er, uh, Yes. I did!"
"When?"
"Years ago."
Aviva was curious, "Really?"
"Aviva, sis, chill." Scolded Laura.
Martin said, "I did. I was here with my family."
Laura snorted, "A wild place like this. Let me guess, in a tent?"
"In a two-story house."
Laura's jaw dropped, "There's a house standing in this forest?"
Martin nodded.
Chris backed off. Martin told the secret. He came out of the bushes and turned his head and bumped into an object... he looked up to get a nasty frown from a man a couple years older than he.
"Hey, you! Watch where you're going! Wait, are you wild?"
Chris noticed his long wild hair had fallen from a tight barrette on his head. He tried not to show fear. The man reached behind his back and exposed a gun.
Chris feared and jumped, "Ya!" He ran so fast into the bushes.
BANG! BANG!
Chris ran into the camp. Everyone, especially girls, were screaming.
BANG! BANG!
Chris got hit. He yelped and fell to the ground.
"JEFF ORALSON!"
Chris looked up and saw a more older man. He cried in pain, the bullet had hit his back, his vertebrate. The man stodd over Chris, "What on earth were you doing?"
"He was - plotting to hurt one for our beautiful ladies, sir."
Chris winced in pain, and fell on the ground, crying.
"What a ridiculous idea! He's a young man as all of these. He might be thinking about meeting one, but not kill one!"
Martin came running over, "What happened?"
Michael Sr., the man who stood over Chris, said, "Jeff shot a innocent guy, whom he thought was plotting death -"
"Chris!"
Chris opened his eyes and turned his head towards Martin. "Martin..."
Martin knelt by his brother and saw the blood stained shirt. "What? You shot my brother?!"
Everyone gasped. Martin was up and breathing deeply, "Don't you realize that this kid is more than just a child?"
Chris got up painfully. Once he was on all fours, he got closer to Martin, seeking relief.
Aviva came running from the river. Sadly, she was in a bathing suit. She said, "What happened?"
Martin said, "Jeff shot my brother!"
Aviva looked and saw Chris huddled up to Martin. She smiled, "Aren't you so cute?"
Chris winced as she neared. Jeff was right behind her. Martin felt his brother's fear by his instinct of hair sticking on ends of his head. "Jeff, stop!"
"I am just protecting my girlfriend!"
Chris stared at Aviva... she was already interested with someone else. He cried so loudly and got a boost and ran away from the camp as fast as possible.
"Jeff, you scared him! And oh, I am not your girlfriend for the hundredth time!" She turned towards Martin, "Is he alright?"
"Jeff got him in the back. I'm worried about him. Go tell your father I am going after him,"
"I want to come too."
"No, he's a wild man."
"Oh, really?"
Martin gasped. He had forgotten that Jeff was still there. Jeff had a smirk, "Don't worry, Baby. I'll get him tonight."
"Jeff, no!" Aviva cried. As she ran to grab his gun, Jeff dropped it to grab her.
"Martin, help!"
Chris heard the girl's cries. He had to go back. He went backwards and back on track, but a different route. There was a cliff right above the camp. Chris got to the edge and saw the man grabbing pretty girl. He got angry, this was war. He raised his voice in a mountain lion-like roar:
"ROAR!"
Jeff halted. Aviva was kicking so bad that the roar scared her even worst. Michael Sr., Aviva's dad, and Martin were trying to get Aviva off Jeff. Martin looked upwards and saw a figure standing in broad sunlight. The wind in his face, blowing his hair in a flag-like motion.
"Roar!"
Chris leaped from the cliff into the camp. Everyone screamed and ran away. Chris panted his anger. He was not to be messed with.
Aviva realized he was rescuing her. If only she could kick the gun farther away to the moon. If she got free, Jeff could just pick it up and shoot without aiming.
Chris growled as he neared. The call for help is his main thing to get active. Jeff smirked to himself and said, "Go ahead. He won!"
Aviva backed off, Chris roared and growled still. Jeff WAS reaching for the gun. Chris leaped and met Jeff face to face and fought with him. Jeff realized Chris was much stronger than he. Chris had more muscles built into himself. To Chris, this was a fight of survival, not a fight of mating, He was protecting the one who screamed.
Jeff finally remembered another weapon. His hunter's knife. He was on the ground with Chris on top and he reached for the knife. Chris saw the glistering.
"CHRIS!" Cried Martin, calling for his brother's life.
Chris knew this was his time. He bit in Jeff's neck and held on.
"STOP IT! STOP!"
Chris held on like a dog holding on to a bone. He crunched hard. Blood fell out of his blood along with drool. He won the battle. He leaped off Jeff, blood still pouring from his mouth.
Jeff got up gripping his neck, "That animal! If he has rabies, I'm suing!" Then, he ran away.
Aviva said, "Wow... he's tough."
"Who," Asked Martin, "Chris or Jeff?"
"Chris, silly, He's a brave one. I like him actually."
Blood still poured from Chris' mouth. He started to realize his own neck was warm. He sat on his legs and rubbed against his neck. "OUCH!" He pulled his hand away and saw blood pouring from his hand.
"Martin! I'm bleeding."
Martin gasped, "He did get you!"
Aviva cued, "It's okay. Just relax, Chris. I can help you. Martin, get a pail of water." She ripped out her towel used it as an aid and pressed against the wound.
Chris winced and tried not to bite. The blood came more from the mouth, than the wound. Aviva tried to be gentle, and Chris knew that. Martin came with the bucket, "I don't know where Jeff is, but he's off somewhere."
"Martin. Keep this pressed, I need to get Chris to drink this medicine. He'll pass him out, but we need to stitch it."
Chris knew this pretty girl was helping him. He relaxed, took the medicine, and fell asleep, close to his brother's heart.
