The Nymph heard voices that woke her from her deep sleep. A little boy who looked to be about eleven raced past her tree. He had cuts on his arms that smelled suspiciously like poison. He quickly disappeared into the shadows. How strange...
The Nymph walked slowly, to where the boy had come from, when suddenly another figure raced passed her. The Figure was dressed head to toe in black clothing, but she knew it was a girl. The Figure had long dark hair tied back into a ponytail.
Juniper followed The Figure in the direction of the cave where the young boy came from. Within the cave she came to, a boy who looked to be about the same age as the one who went running past her lay shirtless on the ground. The scraps of white fabric not too far away must have been his shirt at some point. On top of him was another boy, maybe sixteen, with a knife that smelt of poison still in his hand while not threatening the younger boy who was pleading desperately, "Please, Johnny, be nice about it. Please I-I haven't...It's going to really hurt, please, go gently."
The gentle tree Nymph gasped as the dark figure she followed pulled out her own dagger and tackled the older boy. As they went crashing to the ground Juniper ran to the younger boy, "Are you okay?!"
He pulled away, wide-eyed. His breathing harsh, and ragged, "I'll be fine...J-james, he just..."
She motioned to the mouth of the cave, "The other boy? Yeah. He disappeared into the shadows..." Juniper looked at the dark haired boy, "You sure you're okay?" Then she looked over at The Figure.
She was fighting with the older boy and winning. He slashed with the knife at her, but was clearly not a very good fighter with knives. His attacker was making sure not to leave marks on his skin, she was clearly being methodical about everything.
The Figure grabbed his arms and tied them up. The she dragged him out of cave past Juniper and the young boy. There was a noose already set up and hanging by a tree, "This is for hurting James you bastard." The Figure slipped the noose around his neck and strung him up on the tree. Juniper watched in horror as the boy swung around on the tree gasping for his breath. His hands went to clutch at the rope. It seemed to take forever for the light in his eyes to die, all the while he stared at the other boy as though asking if he was really just going to sit there. Finally, his hands dropped down to his sides as his head lulled sideways. His whole body went slack.
Juniper looked at the young boy standing next to her, "What...They just...He's dead..."
The Figure turned to look at them, Juniper thought she recognized those eyes but shook her head as they ran off into the woods. The young boy curled up on himself, staring at the other boy's lifeless body with pure hatred. It was clear he wanted to do more damage to the corpse, but found strong reasoning not to.