AN: Haha! YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T WORKING ON THIS BUT YOU WERE WRONG! The truth is I have some difficulty making Maxwell as evil and conniving and as… gross as possible. But yknow, besides that its just me coming up with dad jokes sopfffff... Another chapter filled with drama, but I gotta keep building it or they'll just be comfortable and nothing interesting will ever go on ever.

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Wilson had left the journal on the far-side of his desk, now back in the box it was given to him in. He shuddered to think what awful magic it may possess, if any. Perhaps it was poisonous, he didn't know.

"That's ridiculous though.." He muttered to himself. Perhaps it was just a journal. He didn't want to risk it though, and stepped away before he thought about it too much. Wilson moves outside the camp where Wynn and Webber were playing. Or… At least that's what he'd thought anyway. They seemed to be staring rather intently at a rabbit hole, some stray spiders napping next to the monster child. Wilson started to speak up. "Wynn what're you-" She shushed him, not taking her eyes of the hole.

He waited and watched as the two kids stared at the rabbit hole. It became boring, but he assumed the kids would keep themselves busy with this, even if the rabbit itself never came out. He was looking for things to forage today, berries, tubers and such of the like. Even if Wynn didn't like them, he could sneak them into soup and pies, avoiding the fuss. The headache had returned, and with more of a vengance than before. Perhaps it never really left, he wouldn't have noticed with all the work he's been doing trying to find a way to fight Maxwell into leaving them alone, to leave Wynn alone.

He couldn't let that horrid beast tromp around and ruin this small life he had.

Meanwhile Webber and Wynn finally caught the rabbit, their tactic crude but efficient in chasing it until it got tired. Wynn made the kill, outrunning Webber by just a hair, snatching the jackalope by the neck. It snaps, and the thing goes limp. Wynn grins in victory and Webber tackles Wynn, unable to stop mid-run. The two kids roll down a steep hill, and the dead rabbit flops out of Wynn's grasp.

Webber lands on his chest and Wynn on her back, both in a fairly small amount of pain. Webber cries a little, but Wynn gives him a hug.

"I'm...I'm...I'm sorry!" He whimpers. Wynn doesn't really think anything of it, and helps the spider-child up. "I'm gonna get the food." She then hurries over to where the rabbit landed. She picks it up, and shows it to Webber.

"I'll show you how to make it!" She giggles excitedly. She meant how to make the rabbit into an edible meal, but Webber seemed to understand. She walks over, but a loud THUMP from behind startles her.

She looks behind her and listens. It's not right behind her, so she has time. She runs to Webber and urges him to hurry back to camp, but of course he's a kid and whines. "Ahh! I don't want to go back yet!" Webber resists.

"We've got to go!" Wynn is really trying, anxiously attempting to get her new friend out of here. But he just didn't move, despite the sense of urgency spreading through the air. Wynn could only watch as the beast lumbered out of the woods. Only then did Webber understand what was going on, and agreed to be dragged away. Claws and teeth, giant fluff and probably the same beast she'd seen before.

The run as fast as their tiny little legs could take them, but the roar was so loud they had to cover their ears and stop. It tromped after them, but Wynn realized almost too late that going to camp was probably not the best idea.

"No this way!" Webber had only little screams in him, so he didn't have a way to argue vocally, but he ripped his arm free of Wynn and ran for camp. Wynn stopped to watch opened mouthed in rage, but ended up following anyway. Wynn was still faster than him, and snatched him by the leg and hauled him off back towards the woods. At least then there was cover. Webber flailed, but Wynn couldn't let her only friend die due to being an idiot. Him being almost the same size as her, though, did make carrying him more difficult than she thought.

Wilson heard the roar, then he heard Webber, and then he saw the giant chasing them. He had to do something, anything to help them. He started to run out to at least attempt to but he tripped and fell on the hard dirt. A familiar and dark chuckle forms behind him.A panic has barely enough time to form in him as he tries to scramble up and help the kids. A hard stomp on his back pushes him down painfully. "Oh poor mister Higgsbury." Maxwell lets out a long sigh that ends in a hollow laugh.

"Can't even save those young children, such a shame." Wilson starts to say something but Maxwell kicks hard at his back. Tears sting his eyes as the go blurry from pain. "Oh did I say you could speak?" Maxwell crouches down to get a good look at Wilson, his foot never once leaving his back.

"You could learn a thing or two about respecting those higher up than you." He grins. "And look at you, in the dirt looking helpless. Truly a worthless creature. Even that monster child you're so fond of has it in there heads about what respect means." Wilson can only glare at Maxwell.

"What an intense look from a failure of a scientist. You should really re-think your title, dear Higgsbury." He laughs, a cigar just within grasp of the scientist held in the hand of that monster. He thought about his options carefully. Maxwell started to get up, and with what probably deserved more thought, Wilson grabbed that burning cigar out of Maxwell's clutches, and shoved it in Maxwell's face before fleeing. He didn't have time to watch Maxwell clutch his face in pain or see the death in his eyes, all he could do was run as fast as he could.

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