Chapter 37
Falco was standing outside. He had his back leaned up against the cabin wall with his arms crossed. He was still upset about what has happened to Fox, but he tried to get that out of his mind.
The cold breeze blew softly, but it didn't seem to bother Falco. The outside was real clear and a little bright. But it was still a bit cloudy in the sky.
Falco sighed and got off of the cabin wall. He walked for about fifteen minutes before he stopped out in the middle of nowhere.
He looked around, but he had no idea where he was.
"Where am I?" he thought, "I geuss I must've zoned out for awhile."
"Falco!" a voice shouted.
Falco turned around and saw Marth limping towards him. Roy had left a few moments before Marth saw Falco. He was still injured, but not as badly.
Falco could see that Marth's cloths were stained with blood, but he didn't bother asking him why they were in the first place.
"What are you doing here?" Falco shouted at Marth.
Marth stopped in front of Falco and panted.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." he said, still panting.
"I just needed to clear my head." Falco said.
"Why?"
"Because….." then Falco sighed, "I'll tell you later."
Marth bit his lip, and then spoke up.
"Something happen?" he asked.
"I said I'll tell you later!" Falco said, annoyed.
"Ok, ok!"
It grew very quiet for awhile. The only thing you could hear is the soft wind blowing. Marth sighed.
"I can't find the cabins anymore." he said, "I think I got lost awhile ago."
Falco scoffed, "That's no surprise. Some people did, too."
"Do you think the others are all right?"
"You guys worry too much." Falco said, "I'm sure they're fine!"
Marth shook his head and sighed, "Whatever."
Marth looked at his body once more and the let out a sigh again.
"I really need to wash up." he said.
"I wasn't going to ask…….but how did you get those cuts on your body?" Falco asked.
"Oh…." Marth groaned, "A pack of wolves attacked me the other day."
"Really? How many were there?"
"A lot!"
"No really, how many?"
"Let me put it to you this way Falco." Marth said, "You don't want to know!"
"Why not?" Falco asked, "C'mon, just tell me!"
"The pack was almost big enough to bring down an adult male Killer Whale!" Marth said angrily.
Falco didn't know what to say at first, but then he spoke up.
"But then…..how did you survive?" he asked.
"I got rid if them with my sword." Marth answered, looking at his sword. The top of the sheath itself was covered in dry wolf blood.
Marth took out his sword and looked at it. The blade itself was covered in dry blood, and the inside of the sheath was bloody as well.
"I wish I could go back into town." Marth said, "If I can, I could wash up and then get some more supplies. I think we're running out."
"The weather is clear right now." Falco said, "So you can go if you want."
"Yeah, but I'm afraid it might get bad after I'm done with everything."
"Then take a snow mobile!" Falco said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't know where the cabins are now!"Falco sighed.
"What are we going to do now?" Marth asked.
Falco stood on a log. He looked around.
"I don't know." Falco said.
Falco took another step back, and then the log fell underneath him. He fell through what looked like a muddy hole. He hit his head on a stone and blacked out. And then he crashed to the ground. The mud gave way and he rolled on his back.
"Falco!" Marth shouted.
Marth ran towards the hole and looked down. Falco was muddy and he was in poor shape.
"Falco!" Marth shouted once more.
Falco opened his eyes slowly. He looked up and saw Marth standing on the edge of the hole. He tried to get up, but he let out a cry and fell back down.
"Are you ok?" Marth shouted down the hole.
"My rib!" Falco shouted back, "I can't move!"
Marth bit his lip. He looked around.
"Hold on!" he shouted to Falco, "I'm going to get something."
Marth ran off and looked around once more. He stopped and saw another log. It was long enough to try and get Falco out of there. Marth didn't hesitate. He grabbed the log and dragged it towards the hole where Falco was in.
Marth placed one end of the log in the hole, but he made sure Falco wasn't right underneath it.
"Can you grab onto this?" Marth shouted down at Falco.
"I said I can't move!" Falco shouted, "My left rib hurts very badly!"
Marth had a feeling that Falco's rib might be broken. He climbed down the log, but he lost his footing and fell to the ground.
Marth got up. Now he was muddy. He kneeled down towards Falco. Marth grabbed him and lifted him on his back. Then he climbed on the log, but for some odd reason, the log slipped off of the top and it fell straight into the large hole. Marth and Falco crashed to the ground. Falco let out a cry.
Marth couldn't grab the log and put it back on the top; it was too heavy to lift. And Falco couldn't do anything.
"Aw man!" Marth said, "What now?"
He looked around for a place to climb out of. The entire hole was steep, making it difficult for them to climb out of.
"This is just great!" Marth said angrily.
He ran his muddy fingers through his hair, which made it muddy, too. Falco wanted to sit up, but was still unable to.
Marth took out his sword and stabbed the side. He tried climbing out that way, but the sword slid through the mud like a knife slicing through a stick of butter. This caused him to fall to the ground; on his back.
He got up and tried again, but failed every time he did.
Marth finally gave up. He stabbed the wall with his sword and sat down.
"Not easy…..huh?" Falco said, "What are we going to do?"
Marth sighed and shook his head.
"I don't know." he said sadly.
Marth thought that if help doesn't come soon, he and Falco would probably die in the pit. But his worst fear was that if they died, the others wouldn't know, and they would actually go out to look for them.
But he wasn't so sure about that. He had almost died about three times already. He tried to think that nothing else would happen to him, seeing as though he survived through his tragedies. But now it seemed much too serious to think about it.
Marth looked at Falco. He was still lying on the ground. He saw that the only him that Falco was still alive, as that each time he breathed out, the tiny puddle of water that was near his beak, moved a bit.
"Do you want to get up?" Marth asked him.
"I guess…..I could give it a try." Falco replied.
Falco tried to sit up. He whined a bit as he did. When he succeeded, he leaned his back against the wall of the hole. Marth did the same thing.
"Some vacation this turned out to be." Falco said, "I don't know how much longer I can take it."
"Same here." Marth said.
Falco was a bit exhausted. He let out a sigh and tried to keep his eyes open. He looked at his wrist communicator for awhile. Falco felt tears in his eyes. He just let them slid down his face.
"You'd know what to do when you were in a situation like this." he thought, "I wish you were still here. We need your help."
Falco closed his eyes.