Chapter Eight: Yassen

Wolf found that the ferns thinned out not too far from the stream, the other grassy plants that he had seen earlier in abundance became more rare. Trees of all species lavished the area, shading them from the afternoon sun.

However, Wolf wished he had thought to refill his canteen. His throat was dry and in their situation, dehydration could lead to serious problems.

Wolf tried to gratify himself by accepting the water Snake offered him from his own water bottle, but the water was hot.

They had all been over indulgent when it came to the fresh water of the stream. For a while, it had seemed more like a rough camping trip then a survival trek for SAS men.

"Hey, he changed direction here. Wolf, where were you going?" Fox brought Wolf's attention back to the present.

Scowling, Wolf scolded himself for becoming lost in his thoughts. Usually he was self-disciplined, his attention hardly ever wavered.

Wolf wondered if he could blame his concentration, or lack thereof, on their new need to be abstemious. He was hungry, but they had no time to eat--and there he went, wandering off again.

"Fox, you'd better lead," Wolf muttered. Fox agreed with a nod and to Wolf's satisfaction, he did not ask why.

Snake, being trained to recognize everything from the beginning of a flu to hepatitis, held out a mushroom to Wolf, who took it curiously. "You want me to eat this?"

"…I'm kind of scared to ask what else you would do with it besides eat it," Snake said with a small laugh.

Wolf hesitantly started eating the mushroom, and seemed assured when it did not taste unbelievably disgusting or bitter.

"You're sure these aren't going to kill me? They aren't poisonous?" Even before he had an answer, Wolf had finished off the small fungi in two quick bites.

"I have no idea," Snake said offhandedly.

His uncaring voice and face made a well fitting punishment for Wolf's unprofessional attitude.

While Wolf choked on the last bit of mushroom, Eagle came up to them with a question of his own.

"Too bad those ferns weren't edible," Eagle said, "we had plenty of those--why can't we eat them again?"

"Most contain carcinogens and also an enzyme which destroys Vitamin B1," Snake answered.

"Right," Eagle nodded understandingly, then rolled his eyes so only Wolf could see.

Wolf, still bitter at Snake, ignored them both and continued to follow the light footprints. It had rained recently, which helped their tracking significantly.

"You'd think, if he was trained to do this, or even if he was just another hunter, he'd know how to get about without leaving obvious signs," Fox said.

"Shh! Don't say stuff like that," Eagle scolded, "the 'obvious signs' are good. Every few minute we're getting closer to Cub." Eagle's words were proved true. Within thirty minutes Wolf held up a hand for stillness and silence.

They heard the reason for their silence a moment later, someone was pouring water, and there was the sound of something else lapping at the water…lapping? Wolf glanced at Fox who shrugged, they could not have guessed wrong; it was definitely a human that had taken Cub, and likely a full grown male.

Wolf lowered himself to a squatting position, the object of their attention was just through the trees, he would not be caught now, not when he was so close. The rest of his unit did the same, then one by one they moved forward.

Wolf kept both his hands on the rifle. At this stage, he would kill anyone that got in his way. They crept over brush, keeping away from the noisier looking plants and steering clear of the dead, and crunchy oak leaves. Wolf peered around a tree trunk, his eyes took in a brown haired man kneeling over another body.

Seeing he was turned away from them, Wolf took a chance and moved forward.

He would only have one chance--and just as the man started to turn in their direction, his hand going to the knife in his holster, Wolf brought the rifle down on his head. With a gasp that seemed to get stuck in his throat, the man slid sideways in an unconscious sprawl.

Wolf didn't spare him a glance, instead he went to Cub. The boy was lying on his side, head lolled at an awkward angle, and his throat clearly visible.

There was a nasty bruise on Alex's chin, purple in color, and a cut above one eye bled weakly.

Being careful, Wolf rolled him onto his back. Gently pressing into his neck, Wolf felt for a pulse. With a frown, Wolf lifted Alex's wrist and tested for a pulse again. Seeing his actions, Snake quickly knelt beside him.

"He's not--"

"No," Wolf interrupted, "he'll be okay, we need to wake him up though. Snake, you wake him up, I don't care how. Eagle get some rope."

Taking the backpack from Fox's shoulder, Eagle searched for something to help them tie up Cub's kidnapper. "Wolf…."

Turning sharply, Wolf noticed the blood. From his first view, it seemed there was just a wet patch on Cub's dark clothes, but with the shirt pulled up, the blood stood in stark contrast to the pale white skin. Snake was tearing through the backpack, searching for his first aid kit. Fox knelt at Cub's side, eyes taking in the damage, trying to decided how serious the wound was with his own, uneducated opinion.

"How bad is it?" Eagle asked, his voice barely loud enough to be noticed.

Snake used their only flannel to sop up the blood, his face grey.

"He'll need stitches, it won't be a pretty scar. The blood loss concerns me though," he muttered. "I have none of the equipment needed to give him some of my own blood, and even then, I don't know what his blood type is. We could cause him more trouble than good."

"Can we move him?"

"Yes, I'll put on a temporary bandage, and when we get back to the stream I'll clean the wound. I think Cub's going to be out like a light for a little while longer. I can't just wake him up though Wolf, the drug won't allow it, we have to wait for him to wake," Snake said with a frown.

Sighing, Wolf nodded. "Someone will just have to carry him, and I want two of you assigned to that bastard," he said nodding at the unconscious man. "There could be more around, and I don't know why he wanted Cub, but we're taking him back to camp with us--I'm betting we'll be there by tomorrow." Examining the layout of the land, Wolf frowned. They had gone far from the stream, he just hoped he could re-trace his steps quickly enough to get K Unit back to camp before they all starved.

"He had this on him," Eagle held out a knife. Wolf took it, there was blood on the blade.

Knowing the blood was Cub's, Wolf's eyes narrowed and he glared before completing his examination.

The knife was fancy, not something one would expect to find on a hunter. That suited Wolf, he had already decided this was not another hunter.

The blade was file worked all around, and the handle had a pearl overlay. Raising his eyebrows as he turned it in his hand, Wolf closed the knife and pocketed it. They backtracked, all of them depressed. Yes, they had found Cub, but he was in need of medical attention. Between Eagle and Snake, they dragged and carried the unconscious man.

Leading the way, Wolf glanced behind at them every few minutes. The man that had taken Cub could not have been older then himself. He appeared to be in his early twenties with brown hair that had a reddish tint. His clothes were clean, not showing any signs of having been in the woods for days. Wolf wondered if there was another cabin around here, if there was then they were still far from camp.

"Fox, is Cub still bleeding?" Wolf asked as he crossed over a fallen tree.

Worry was not something he felt often, but the annoying feeling had been showing up many times during the last few days. And no wonder, falling into pits, being taken captive, small injuries, hoping they wouldn't have to eat weeds, losing Cub…with being lost on the bloody woods at the top of the list! If anything I should be barking mad by now, Wolf thought. Who knew, if Eagle got out of the quiet state he had fallen into and went back to being his normal, maddening self, Wolf would go barmy.

Fox, who had taken the responsibility of carrying Cub, paused to look under the bandage.

"It's hard to tell," he said slowly, looking slightly queasy.

Snake shifted restlessly, Wolf could see the need to help Cub in his movements. "We'll be at a stream soon, then Snake can take care of it, come on you lot." In their haste to find Cub, K Unit had not noticed the clouds gathering overhead. The sun had been slowly blotted out, like dark grey paint slowly spreading over clear paper. It was only noon, but the lack of sun changed everything.

It could have been six in the afternoon, on a winter day where everything seemed bleak. A bolt of lightening flew across the sky, highlighting the clouds. All of them saw and knew what was about to happen.

"Shit," Snake muttered.

Not used to the usually quiet man cursing, Wolf raised an eyebrow at him--then a clap of thunder ridded any amusement he had felt. They needed cover and the only think they had to use were trees, which were not the best thing to hide under in any thunderstorm.

"Over here," Eagle called, a few feet to the side. Looking over, Wolf saw him standing on the edge of a small ridgeline, Snake at his side with the hostage dumped on the ground between them. "The trees are smaller over here, with big leaves,"

Lightening lit up the sky, and thunder followed almost immediately after. "It's close," Snake said and jumped over the small ledge.

Gesturing for Fox to follow, Wolf joined the others after helping get Alex over the raised surface. As the first raindrops fell, Wolf examined the plane.

"I bet there was a road here," he said. "They just kept digging down when it got rough, that's why this ledge is here."

"Is that a chimney?"

For a moment Wolf felt excitement shoot through his veins. A house? With people and maybe a telephone to get in touch with--but then he saw what had captured Fox's attention. It was a chimney, but it was not attached to a house. The house had long ago rotted away, leaving a chimney standing alone in the woods. Bits of rock had fallen off leaving it fragile and untrustworthy.

"Yep," Wolf confirmed glumly. "A chimney with no hope of ever seeing another fire."

They gathered under the trees as the rain started to fall in heavy sheets. Even under the large leafs and thick branches, many raindrops slipped through. Eagle was tucking their matches deep into the backpack, waterproof or not, they weren't taking any chances.

The ground quickly became muddy and Wolf decided there was no hope of them finding the stream in this. They'd probably fall all over themselves if they tried. Wolf glanced to his right where Snake was tending to Cub. Fox was tying up their prisoner--a bit rougher than was needed.

"I assume after losing our food supplies and Cub, you'll agree that we need someone to be first watch?" Snake said as he collected rain water with a pot.

"Yes, I'll do it," Wolf said and watched as Snake uncovered Cub's wound and washed it with the water. "But what else could possibly happen now? Bears, kidnappers, buckets of rain falling on our heads…."

"There could be more of them out there," Fox suggested nodded at the still unconscious man.

"If he would wake, we could get some answers," Wolf said, the stood and headed for the man. Fox crossed his arms and watched, his expression curious as Eagle joined him. Snake stopped what he was doing and stood, wiping bloody hands on his pants.

"Wolf," he began to caution, but Wolf shot him a look and Snake refrained from speaking.

Straddling the man's waist, Wolf slapped him across the face. Gasping, the man awoke.

"What's your name?" Wolf hissed, his hands clenching the material of the man's collar. He was hoping to intimidate, and it worked.

"Forest!" The man gasped, his eyes terrified.

Wolf smirked, "Forest--how fitting. So, how are you--you know what, forget you, let's talk about me!"

Forest watched the crazy man sitting on his stomach, but didn't dare interrupt.

"You see," Wolf said with patience, "I'm the leader of this little unit--and I'm pissed. In the last few days we've crashed and burned, been injured, lost supplies, been taken captive, and to top it off, you go and take Cub!" Wolf's voice turned serious. "He's the youngest member of my unit, he was already limping around, now he has a stab wound as well. He's still unconscious and bleeding, he could die if we don't find our camp and quickly. You'd better have a damn good reason for taking him."

"I can't say! But I--I didn't hurt him on purpose, I swear it!" Forest said, eyes wide with honesty and fear.

"That doesn't change the fact that he's bleeding--" Wolf looked like he wanted to say more, but cut himself off. Standing, he pulled Forest up by his collar and pulled him stumbling to Cub's side.

"Look at him," Wolf ordered shoving Forest forward, while keeping a tight grip on one arm.

Forest stood there, staring at Wolf before turning his gaze over them all and then reluctantly to Cub. His midriff was bare, showing the damage Forest's knife had caused.

Most of his stomach was pink where blood had stained the skin from the small but lethal wound. Gulping, Forest glanced uncertainly at Wolf.

"The kid shouldn't be here," Wolf said, his voice gruff as he stared down Forest. "He doesn't want to be here, if the world was fair he wouldn't be here--but I'm in charge of his safety and I'm damn well going to try. Now tell me why you were trying to kidnap him!"

Forest closed his eyes, an internal battle wreaking havoc with his mind. "I can't. You should understand, being a soldier--I'll be killed."

Wolf and Fox met each others eyes, a silent conversation took place. "I can understand, but I highly doubt you're a soldier," Wolf said finally. "I can't let you go--" Forest tried to jerk out of Wolf's hold and Eagle quickly grabbed his other arm.

"No use fighting," Snake said in an unthreatening manner. "We aren't going to hurt you-"

Wolf muttered a disagreement that cut Snake off. "We're not going to hurt you," Snake repeated, eyeing Wolf with a disapproving face. "But," he stressed, "we need to know who's after us--if anyone is after us, and why."

Forest worried his upper lip, a habit that Wolf sneered at. "Er, I don't think they really have anything against you. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, you were the chosen victim." He paused. "I don't think I should say anymore."

Frustrated, Wolf grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him away from Cub. "At least tell us how many of you there are."

"I don't know!" Forest hissed, getting angry despite his fear.

In return, Wolf punched him across the face before anyone could stop him. As Forest fell to the wet earth, Fox put a restraining hand on Wolf's arm, while Snake and Eagle pulled Forest up and dragged him over to a tree.

"I don't think you're going to get anything else out of him Wolf, no need to get violent," Snake reprimanded in a soft tone.

Wolf snorted, "Violent is punching him 'till he bleeds, that was nothing compared to what I'd like to do."

"He's unconscious," said Eagle in a befuddled voice. Wolf and Snake looked up. Fox had not stopped tying Forest to the tree even though he sagged in the bonds.

"Probably from fear and stress," Snake said not sounding worried even as he went over to check.

"So much for staying dry," Eagle said as he looked down at himself with a glum expression. The small fight had brought them out from the cover of the trees and rain pounded down on their heads.

"So much for staying safe," Wolf muttered in return and tried to muffle a sigh.

"Wolf, listen," Fox said consolingly. "Even if we had landed perfectly, and all our supplies had not been lost or damaged, we still would have had problems. That's why it's a survival trek," he said with a grin. "It's a test to see how we can survive in tough situations, and considering all the shit we've been put through, I think we've done a damn good job!"

"Oh, yes!" Wolf answered in a false jolly tone. "Cub is bleeding heavily, he could die…"

Wolf's voice went softer before he continued, "it's raining and I'm bloody starving--yes, we are doing a damn good job!"

"When you put it like that…" Fox wandered off, shoulders drooped in a depressed slump. Wolf sat on the sodden ground, not seeming to care that his pants were quickly developing a wet mark in a most embarrassing area. The rain lessened to a quiet drizzle.

Taking a deep breath, Wolf closed his eyes to try and sport his thoughts. The forest smelt of wet soil and nature, the temperature had warmed due to the moisture and sweat gathered on Wolf's brow. He had grown used to the cool temperature the woods usually held, and in this new atmosphere he was paying for it.

Fox, Snake and Eagle had settled down in the quiet. Wolf kept his eyes open, not willing to even think about sleep. They had been far to lax, and with the others on their way to falling asleep, he would have to be the one to keep a way he felt he had failed. His one real job as a leader was to assure the protection of his unit. Maybe he should have listened to Cub those many days ago. He tried to remember their exact words.

"I just think it'd be better to stay than go running off who knows where." Cub had said.

"Well, I'm the leader, and I say we go."

"Go where!? You have no idea where we are. None of us do!"

"That's why we have a map dumbarse!"

"You can't use the bloody map because we are not in the right place! We crashed before we reached the starting point!"

"We don't need a starting point, brat!"

God, he'd acted so stupid. Letting a bloody teenager get to him, he could see why Cub had disliked him so. Not wanting to find more reasons to mentally beat himself up, Wolf stood and walked around their camp, if it could even be called such. The rain stopped completely, remaining drops fell slowly from leaves onto Wolf's head. He worried that their footsteps that was supposed to lead him back to the creek had been washed away, and even if they hadn't would it really matter?

They were in the woods, there was bound to be at least ten streams in the wide expanse. Wolf was following a hunch, that hunch being that the stream would lead to Mallisa Lake, the only lake near their training camp.

He could be wrong though, and that thought was now threatening his sanity--and Cub's life. They did not have the equipment to handle a stab wound. Cub would need stitches, and without a pain reliever it was gong to hurt like hell.

Wolf didn't want him to go through that.

Lifting the rifle, he checked it out for damage while walking around the area where his unit slept and Cub and Forest were unconscious.

He preferred smaller guns, easier to hide, and in some cases they were easier to handle. As long as it killed, then that was all he needed. The recent rain had darkened the sky with clouds, and it became even darker as the sun continued its descent.

Lighting a fire would be impossible, Wolf would have to use candles soon if he wanted to keep an eye on everything before waking one of the others to do the next shift The dull sound of a fallen log being crushed made Wolf ready his gun. It could have been a falling branch--or it could have been someone stepping in the wrong direction. Either way, he had to check.

Looking back swiftly, he found nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone was still asleep, Cub was still pale and unconscious.

Gritting his teeth, Wolf headed towards the area where the sound had come from. The brush was thick, he had a feeling that this vicinity received more rain than other parts. Wolf found the fallen log. It was splintered in the middle, squatting he found the russet and beige splinters of wood were dry to the touch.

Frowning, Wolf looked up. The only thing he saw that could have caused the sound and damage to the trunk was a large boulder.

It had a few beige splinters scattered around the edges of it. Wolf put his gun under his arm and picked it up. The boulder was heavy and from the way it had lain on the ground, it seemed the bottom of the rock was facing up as there was mud over the surface.

Rocks didn't fall from trees….

Dropping the boulder, Wolf prepared his gun to fire and raced back to his endangered unit. He was too late.

"Lay the gun on the ground, and back away."

The words were said with a Russian accent, but the meaning was clear enough. Wolf saw his unit was unharmed, both Snake and Fox were awake but neither moved in fear of being shot.

Eagle slept on, peacefully unaware of the danger he was in and Cub lay beside him, his head cushioned from the cold earth with one of their jackets.

Barely ten feet away, Forest was unconscious and being held up by a blond haired man by one arm, and with his other arm he held a gun pointing at Snake's head.

His unit came first, and knowing this, Wolf had no other option but to lay the gun down.

He did so slowly and unthreateningly.

"Good," the Russian said, his eyes following every movement Wolf made.

"Who are you?" Wolf questioned stiffly, immensely angry at being caught off guard again and having himself and others threatened.

He was not answered immediately and saw that the man's eyes had traveled away from him…and to Cub. An expression of surprise crossed his face, before it was gone and he was glancing back up at Wolf.

"Leave him alone!" Wolf barked, stepping closer and fists clenching tightly. The gun clicked warningly.

"I will kill you, it's something that comes easy to me," the man looked at Wolf, his eyes intent, his stance that of someone who had shot a gun many a time. "I'll tell you my name if it will appease your curiosity, pass it on to your superiors if you like…although, I can't say they'll be pleased to hear I've been in their territory." He stepped away from Wolf dragging Forest with him, but with that step, he came closer to Cub.

"But first…" the Russian nodded towards Cub, his pale blue eyes squinted as they took in the blood stain. "Tell me what's wrong with the boy."

Blinking, Wolf felt his fists unclench in surprise. "Why would you care? You're friend is the one that injured him in the first place," Wolf snapped as confusion melted into anger.

A slim yet muscled arm tightened around Forest's chest. "He was not supposed to cause harm…is the boy in danger of dying?"

Wolf glanced at Snake incredulously, why was this man so concerned with Cub?

The man didn't meet his eyes as they were staring at the gun still pointed at his head. Fox however nodded, urging him to continue talking.

"…Cub could die if we don't get him help, and soon," Wolf said.

A frown marred the dangerous man's face, though the gun he held never faltered.

"Yassen Gregorovich, that is my name," Yassen's eyes studied Wolf's expression, then he nodded in a decisive way. "Why is the boy here?"

Even more confusion seeped into Wolf's expression. "He's training," Wolf said bluntly, suspicions began to form in his mind. "He came here unwillingly--just to be stabbed by that idiot you're protecting…and now he's dying."

Another expression crossed Yassen's face, too fast to be recognized but it helped Wolf to understand.

"You know Cub," he accused. "I saw your expression when you first saw him--how do you know him?"

Yassen did not answer to deny Wolf's claim, neither did he acknowledge it.

"You're going in the wrong way," he said instead. "Head east, you can make it to your camp before nighttime tomorrow. If you continue the way you were going, the boy will have no chance…and you'll die soon after."

None of them knew what to say, and so nothing was said.

"I suggest you leave as soon as possible," Yassen said, his voice low. "Don't follow me, I'll have to kill you if you do."

With these words, he backed away carrying the younger Forest with him. The darkness quickly hid him, but K Unit stayed still and quiet until the sounds of Yassen's footsteps faded.

"Damn," Fox muttered. He and Snake stood, both of them shaken.

They all stood in the quiet, waiting for the tension at the latest development to calm. Eagle slept on, and Wolf was both angry and envious of him for doing so.

"Well," Snake said with a shuddering breath, "that settles it…I'm never sleeping again."

Wolf couldn't find the humor in him to snort, "I'm with you there Snake," he said.

Fox ran a hand through his hair with both hands. "Cub's a trouble magnet. I feel sorry for that babysitter of his, what's her name?"

"Jack," Wolf supplied. "I wonder if she was against him being sent here, or if she'll have moved far away by the time he gets back?"

Snake frowned. "Cub's a good kid, he just has horrible luck," he said quietly and went to check on him.

Wolf woke Eagle with a rude shake. "Get up. While you were sleeping we were writing our wills."

With his sleep muddled brain, it took Eagle a few seconds to take in what Wolf had said, and when it did he sat up and stared at them.

"What…why are you so pale Fox?" Eagle asked. Fox glared, but Snake spoke for him.

"Know anyone by the name of Yassen Gregorovich? He just held a gun to my head….Had an unhealthy interest in Cub too."

"What?"

Wolf sighed, they left Eagle to sort through their words and make sense of what had happened by himself.

"You mean--we came in contact with another person, again, and yet we're still stuck in the middle of the damn woods?"

"Well," Wolf drew out the word. "We might have an idea where we are now…."

Eagle waited for an answer, but Fox interrupted, his words said in disbelief. "You're going to trust the words of a possible killer?"

"Not a possible killer," Snake said from where he knelt next to Cub. "A definite killer. He basically said he wouldn't think twice before killing us."

"He could have been bluffing," Wolf argued, but even he did not seem so sure. Yassen had appeared ready to kill, and appearances weren't always as deceiving as one might like to believe. Snake sat down with a sigh, Fox joined him on the ground.

"Cub any better?"

Snake hesitated, "No," he said slowly. "I'm starting to think he might have less time than I previously thought. His skin is clammy, his pulse has slowed just slightly--but that could easily lead to more problems. Now that we're all wet as well, that doesn't help the situation at all. I'd like to move soon…what do you think Wolf?"

Wolf bit his thumb in thought, unconsciously mirroring a habit of Cub's. "I think," he said slowly, "that I'll listen to what Gregorovich said…murderer or not, he did seem concerned about Cub. Though only God knows why."

Eagle flexed his fingers, staring straight ahead although there was nothing to see. The darkness had covered them.

"I heard Snake mention something like that, an 'unhealthy interest' you said," Eagle said looking at Snake for confirmation, only using voices to figure out where each other were.

Snake shifted, "Maybe he didn't have bad intentions, I guess he could have known Cub when he was younger, or maybe came across his uncle. Cub said his uncle worked for MI6, maybe they knew each other that way."

"Or maybe when he wasn't killing people, Gregorovich was a part-time babysitter," Eagle joked.

"That might explain the mystery that is Cub," Fox muttered. "A murderer for a babysitter and a housekeeper who told him his limbs were going to fall off when he got hurt."

Eagle laughed, "You know, we're joking about that--but it's actually quite horrible."

"He's not that bad off," Snake defended lightly.

They quieted down, more than one pair of eyes looking at the young male sleeping nearby.

"Maybe when all this is done, when we get back to camp and get the training over with…maybe we could check up on him?" Wolf suggested, his tone hesitant as he did not want to cause embarrassment to himself by sounding overbearing.

"I can probably get the information," Eagle offered and Wolf accepted the offer with a nod and thanks.

They settled down for a few more hours of rest with Fox taking the gun from Wolf for the next shift.

"…Fox, don't think twice about waking me should you come across another person," Eagle said, the grin in his voice easily heard.

"I'm hoping not to meet anyone else until we reach camp," Fox muttered. With that, they fell unto an uneasy slumber.

Authors Note: I think this was my favorite chapter of the entire story. I'm sorry and yet a bit relieved to say that there is only one more chapter. Relieved because I can concentrate on FH, (which has been horribly mistreated), and work on a response to The Firm's November prompts.

So far, all I have written for the prompt response is the title, which will be Shattered Impressions, thanks to the ones who voted in the poll!
And the vague summary which will be something like….Summary: Anyone he's ever been close to either dies, or separates themselves from him for fear. Is it any wonder Alex considers himself cursed? And can Yassen Gregorvitch change his mind just by helping him with his homework?

That is, if will let me get away with such a large summary. It's not a crack fic, I promise…although I'm growing rather fond of them. Please send me your thoughts and criticisms? They can be an early b-day present as tomorrow I'm seventeen. That's right. Guess I better start acting more mature….HAHAHAHAHA! :P