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Previously:

We stared into the eyes of a large black bear, its eyes as bottomless as black marbles. It roared again, louder than before. It raised one of its front paws, clawing at Roy. Its claws tore Roy's shirt. We both edged away, our muscles stiff. We continued backing away until we collided with the wall.

We were trapped. Dear God help us, we were trapped.

The tenor-pitched sobs of a scared-out-of-his-mind Roy were the only sound in this entire forest, I could have sworn it. It was like the birds and foxes and rabbits knew that something was about to happen. Something bad. Not even the bear moved. His gaze had not flickered from our tensed, weak bodies. No matter how I tried to convince my muscles to move, to prepare to fight our way out of here, I knew that there was no way. There was no way. But I knew that there was one exception to getting out of here. I gulped as I thought that I wasn't the one that was going to get out.

I didn't want Roy to die. I gulped again. Die. I felt guilt among the fear and regret. Guilt because of Gigi. I hated how she dominated everyone of my thoughts right now. I wanted to think of everyone. My mother. My father. The first football game I played in. I loved Gigi so much, but I did not want to waste any moment I had right now.

No! I take that back. I am glad that I was thinking of her and only her right now. She would be so angry with me right now. I almost smiled. She would be angry because…because I wasn't fighting. I was resigning, and I could feel it. My body wasn't tense anymore, it was limp except for the fact I was still standing on two feet. Just because I wasn't tense didn't mean that I still wasn't peeing in my pants. I wanted to take one look at Roy, before…I was afraid that if I said what I wanted to do, that I wouldn't have the guts to do it. Would I have the guts to do it?

But I also didn't want to look at him. I didn't want the last memory of his face be the one where we were being terrorized by a bear. Yeah, that would be a great story. But I hoped he would live to tell it.

Too late. I couldn't help but look at him. I peeped to the right, slowly, cautiously. I tensed again. I didn't see him standing next to me. I looked to the left, this time quickly and hastily. He wasn't there either. Where was he? Had I daydreamed, this coming routine now, so much that the bear had already killed my cousin? Not only was I going to be killed by a bear, then I was going to need a psychologist to help me with my daydreaming…Wait.

I still heard the sobs, only they were quieter. But then they stopped. I didn't hear them anymore. He was around me. But where…

I looked down. He was to my right, lying in a ball on the floor. Roy had his eyes closed, and I was frustrated that I couldn't even mutter if he was alright. But that was a stupid question. Of course we weren't alright. But I wanted to know if he'd passed out. I couldn't move, much less bend over and shake him. I needed to shake him. I needed him alert. I needed him ready to run away. Far away. I didn't want him to look back. I didn't want him to watch. I wanted him to run.

I was now faced with a new dilemma. How was I going to lure the bear away? Were bears like bulls? Were they angered by red?

"No, Emmett." My subconscious replied.

I was pleased that my subconscious' voice was also Gigi's. Obsessed much?

I stopped looking at Roy. I had never seen him so…scared. I hadn't ever been so scared. I evaluated my surroundings slower still. Nothing I could use. No broken twig. No rock. I'd have thought that because we were perched by a cliff face, that there would be a few rocks scattered around it. I saw a sudden blur of yellow. I blinked. There was nothing there.

"Now you imagine things?"

I ignored myself.

"Good God, Emmett. The list gets longer and longer. Talking to yourself now?"

I heard a soft rumbling. I raised my head and peered at the bear. It must have grown bored of waiting for us to move, to fight it. It had decided to take a nap, right in front of us. It inhaled and exhaled steadily, the leaves on the forest floor rustling slightly every time it released a gust of air. I took advantage of the moment. I lowered with caution, scrupulously, until I had taken a seat next to Roy. He didn't even move. I was tempted to tickle him. I was one of the few who knew he was ticklish. I knew that if I did tickle him, he might laugh, and the bear would wake. No chance for me to speak to him then. No chance for me to even speak, but scream. Scream shamelessly.

I lowered my head to his right ear, the closest one.

"Roy," I whispered, my gaze flickering to the sleeping bear, "if you can hear me, I want you to open your eyes."

I waited a full minute. Nothing. I felt tears wallow up in my eyes as my frustration grew.

"Roy!" I whispered more fiercely, "this isn't nap time, dammit. Open your eyes," I started becoming desperate, beginning to ramble, "Open your eyes, or I'll throw you to the bear! No! I take that back. I'll tackle you myself! No, no, no, wait! Um, um…"

My voice began to quiver, yet I wasn't thinking of how lame I looked, or how vulnerable I must have appeared to anyone watching. I wanted someone to see. I wanted someone to help me. To help us. I shook my head, a tear sliding down my prickly cheek. I hadn't shaved in a while. I didn't brush away the tear. I felt it slide down to my chin, balancing, falling. It hit Roy square next to his right eye. His eyelids fluttered, and opened. He looked confused. I could see the smart-alec remark forming on his tongue. I covered his lips with my dirty hand. It had gotten dirty from sitting on the floor. Parts of Roy's chest were also covered with dirt and leaves, I noticed. His shirt had been shredded by the bear, I now remembered. With my hand still covering Roy's mouth, I looked at the now ruined blue shirt, searching for wounds. He had shallow scrapes where his skin was visible on his chest, but I could tell that it was nothing mortal.

Roy just then realized where we were. He stiffened under my hand. I warned him with my eyes.

"Listen to me, and don't talk. I'm going to remove my hand. Don't you even dare scream, or you will kill us yourself," I murmured, tilting my head to the sleeping bear only fifteen feet away from us.

He nodded, and I took my hand off of his mouth. Roy sat up slowly, never taking his eyes off the bear. I clicked my tongue, making a small noise. Roy tore his eyes away from our predator, and look at me straight in the eye.

"So what's the plan now?" Roy whispered back.

"Before I tell you, you have to promise me you will go along with it," I said softly, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Why?" he said, suspicious.

" I'm not jumping in front of no bear, dude," he continued.

"That's right, you aren't," I took a deep, shaky breath, "I am."

"What?" he hissed, "Do NOT tell me this is the plan. This is not the plan. The one time I decide to use sarcasm, which was obviously a bad idea. No offense, Emmett, but you aren't very original…"

"Dude yourself. Roy, shut up. Listen."

I cursed myself for not making him promise before he telling him what the plan was. It was simple: he would run; I would jump. He would live…I would…I would die. He started shaking his head, muttering "no".

I grabbed by the shoulders with the least amount of noise I could do.

"Listen to me. I need to do this. I don't know what you are worried about. I'm the running back on this school football team…"

"Like that's enough."

"And all you get is a head start. I'll be right behind you. I just need to distract him. I weigh twice as much as you do, and I'm not gonna fight him to the death. How stupid am I?"

"Very. Since when are you such a good liar? Keep going," I continued to think.

I could read the reluctance in his face. He wasn't going to budge…I knew it. I'd have to make some minor adjustments to the plan. They would actually make my job a lot harder, but at least it might help him believe that we were both going to be okay. I exhaled frustrated.

"Alright. We will have to change the plan, then. What to do, what to do? I've got it! This is what we are going to do. Are you listening?"

I waited for his nod before continuing.

"I assume that you can see the bear sleeping, right? We can try to sneak past him. But I want you to not, and I repeat, not make any sudden movements. I want you to move slowly, carefully, although I know that's impossible for you," I continued, and I couldn't help but let the sarcasm drip into my voice. It was my nature to try to lighten the mood. Try, but not succeed.

"Don't ever turn around to look at me. I promise that I will be right behind you…" I crossed my fingers behind my back, "and when you get about 200 yards away, stop."

"How am I supposed to know when I've walked 200 yards?"

I sighed and pointed through the opening we walked through earlier, and to a large tree visible even from here.

"Just walk to there. And never run. I am sure this bear will hear you. You will have to go first, and I'll have to wait until you get through the opening. If we go at the same time, the bear might wake up. And then we are both doomed. Any questions?"

"Yeah, one, dude. Since when are you so bear-savvy? It's pretty cool. You were always actually pretty smart, not really the dung head I sometimes called you…"

I interrupted him, "Why does this sound like a goodbye?"

I stifled the urge to say goodbye to him too. This was a goodbye, but I couldn't let him know that.

"This isn't a goodbye, I guess. I just…" Roy replied quickly.

I pretended that he had never said anything in the first place.

"On the count of three, you are going to start creeping past the bear. Watch your feet."

He didn't look back as he started sneaking by the bear. It continued to sleep, and I wondered if bears have dreams. I kept my body in a low crouch, ready to jump if something went wrong. I started to get light headed, and when my vision started going fuzzy, I realized that I had stopped breathing when Roy had taken his first step, and I bored holes into the bear's form. I took a deep breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. It seemed like hours before Roy finally disappeared into the trees. He never look back, not once. I started tiptoeing myself.

I kept remembering to breathe with each step I took. But suddenly I saw the flicker of yellow again. I lost my balance, stumbling to the floor. The leaves rustled around me, and my hand swung around and smacked the bear, who I was right in front of at the time ironically. Almost instantly the bear's eyes flew opening, roaring. I immediately felt pain in my left arm. My head swerved, and my eyes watered when I saw a long, deep gash. It was gushing blood, and I stumbled backwards, crawling on my hands. My arm throbbed, and I tore off my shirt, wrapping it around my arm messily.

In that time I wasted, I had not monitored the bears movements. I looked up, the bear was standing in front of me. It lowered its head, and bit into my thigh. I yelped, trying to stifle the noise. I didn't want Roy to hear, and run back.

The bear's teeth were covered in red. I gulped unsteadily. That was my blood. I looked down, and saw my leg releasing three times as much blood as my arm. I pressed my hands to the wound, watching my hands be covered in sticky, disgusting blood. My head swam. There appeared to be four hands instead of two, and now two bears instead of one. It was only a matter of time until I bled out. Although I could feel the burning of my skin and pain from my wounds, I was not scared anymore. Because at that moment, I saw the fierce determination in the bear's eyes. He couldn't hold on any longer.

At that moment , I only thought of Gigi, her angry face blazing in my brain, but suddenly, I saw the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my life.

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