"W-where am I?" he stuttered.
"Sweetie it's ok"
"S-stay back!" he said stepping back.
"Matt watc-" yet it was to late he had already tripped over the side of the coffee table and fell on top of it hard sideways. A loud "Thud" could be heard as the side of his head made hard contact with the hard wood. She ran over, to see the little 8-year-old unconscious. "MARK!" she screamed, awakening the 16 year old.
"Is he ok?" asked Liz her arm's crossed entering Mark's room.
"Yeh, just out cold." he replied tucking him in now wearing a pair of Luke's cloth's which Mark had changed him in. He was one 8 and two his brother.
"God, he doesn't look like anything I"
"You'd be suprised how much a person can change Liz." he said in a slightly cold way. Mark was always a bit colder then the rest of his sibling's, yet he obviously cared for all of them and watched out for them. Including Matt.
"Mark, what happened to him"
"You have the arrow you found?" he asked still keeping his eyes on his brother. Mark was covered in red spot's that had little white patches of white cream on it.
"Yeh right here." she spoke calmly giving it to him. He looked at the tip.
"This was meant to insert him with poison." he opened what must have been an apartment in the arrow's tip revealing a sort of green liquid. "Yeh, this is what must of done it"
"Do you think we can find an antidote"
"I don't know," he said and sneezed. "I"
"Should go to bed"
"Liz"
"Mark, your sick and you won't be any help to us if your sick." she said sincerely.
"Liz I-I ACHO!" he sneezed. "Now go!" she said in a more demanding tone. Liz was known throughout Pinegreen for her stubbornness. Mark merely marched up stairs to his room, which was sort of in the attic of some sort.
Liz sat on a chair beside the bed, in the later afternoon on a Saturday, reading a book looking for an antidote. Yet she heard a moan and looked up. She saw Little Matt sitting up groaning rubbing his head.
"You ok"
"I-" suddenly remembering what was going on He stumbled to get out of bed yet fell clumsily, as her feet. He looked up in horror.
"Hey it's ok," she said sweetly kneeling down. He gulped.
"B-back witch!" he said rolling over and crawling backwards.
"Witch?" she said almost insulted.
"Y-yes! Back off!" he said as his back hit the bed he sat up. Turned to run away yet then again tripped over him. "Ouff!" he moaned as he hit the ground. Liz merely giggled. He was so clumsy, his adult self was never clumsy, that was usually her area of expertise yet, and he tripped every five seconds.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said calmly. "In-" yet suddenly she stopped in mid sentence and noticed, that red blood was seeping through his white shirt, which was in fact Luke's. "Oh my god." she said noting the blood that was seeping through was a shape. It was a star. "What happened"
"Nothing." he replied struggling to stand up and rush down the stairs. Yet unfortunately tripped on one of the top stairs's and fell down.
"Oh my god! Matt!" she cried running down to the little 8 year old moaning in pain. "Stay still." she said coming down to him.
"No stay"
"Matthew Wesley Pryce!" she said saying his full name. Little Matt looked as if he was about to speak yet decided not to. She merely picked him up and brought him in to the kitchen, a glint of curiosity in Matthew's eye.
A/N: Short chapter I know, I just have been working on finsihing up Lies My Brother Told Me which for the record is done, I just have to edit, upload, and update. The ending, let's just say it's not what you except. But I will continue to write all the mini stores (Operation I saw Lizzy Kissing Santa Clause, Wilona the Desired One, The Child of Destruction, and of course this one. )Thinking about the next shorty to be a cute little Rugrat (Emma, Luke, and RJ (later known as Nick) story. About their little adventure shrugs not sure, sort of having miniature writters block. Besides that working on "Lies My Father Told Me" (final one in the "Secret" triology.) Please post if theirs any question, cause I know my stories can be confusing, ok I know I am blabbing right now. I should go back to bed, it's to early yawns...expect HUGe updates on Monday though.
"Sweetie it's ok"
"S-stay back!" he said stepping back.
"Matt watc-" yet it was to late he had already tripped over the side of the coffee table and fell on top of it hard sideways. A loud "Thud" could be heard as the side of his head made hard contact with the hard wood. She ran over, to see the little 8-year-old unconscious. "MARK!" she screamed, awakening the 16 year old.
"Is he ok?" asked Liz her arm's crossed entering Mark's room.
"Yeh, just out cold." he replied tucking him in now wearing a pair of Luke's cloth's which Mark had changed him in. He was one 8 and two his brother.
"God, he doesn't look like anything I"
"You'd be suprised how much a person can change Liz." he said in a slightly cold way. Mark was always a bit colder then the rest of his sibling's, yet he obviously cared for all of them and watched out for them. Including Matt.
"Mark, what happened to him"
"You have the arrow you found?" he asked still keeping his eyes on his brother. Mark was covered in red spot's that had little white patches of white cream on it.
"Yeh right here." she spoke calmly giving it to him. He looked at the tip.
"This was meant to insert him with poison." he opened what must have been an apartment in the arrow's tip revealing a sort of green liquid. "Yeh, this is what must of done it"
"Do you think we can find an antidote"
"I don't know," he said and sneezed. "I"
"Should go to bed"
"Liz"
"Mark, your sick and you won't be any help to us if your sick." she said sincerely.
"Liz I-I ACHO!" he sneezed. "Now go!" she said in a more demanding tone. Liz was known throughout Pinegreen for her stubbornness. Mark merely marched up stairs to his room, which was sort of in the attic of some sort.
Liz sat on a chair beside the bed, in the later afternoon on a Saturday, reading a book looking for an antidote. Yet she heard a moan and looked up. She saw Little Matt sitting up groaning rubbing his head.
"You ok"
"I-" suddenly remembering what was going on He stumbled to get out of bed yet fell clumsily, as her feet. He looked up in horror.
"Hey it's ok," she said sweetly kneeling down. He gulped.
"B-back witch!" he said rolling over and crawling backwards.
"Witch?" she said almost insulted.
"Y-yes! Back off!" he said as his back hit the bed he sat up. Turned to run away yet then again tripped over him. "Ouff!" he moaned as he hit the ground. Liz merely giggled. He was so clumsy, his adult self was never clumsy, that was usually her area of expertise yet, and he tripped every five seconds.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said calmly. "In-" yet suddenly she stopped in mid sentence and noticed, that red blood was seeping through his white shirt, which was in fact Luke's. "Oh my god." she said noting the blood that was seeping through was a shape. It was a star. "What happened"
"Nothing." he replied struggling to stand up and rush down the stairs. Yet unfortunately tripped on one of the top stairs's and fell down.
"Oh my god! Matt!" she cried running down to the little 8 year old moaning in pain. "Stay still." she said coming down to him.
"No stay"
"Matthew Wesley Pryce!" she said saying his full name. Little Matt looked as if he was about to speak yet decided not to. She merely picked him up and brought him in to the kitchen, a glint of curiosity in Matthew's eye.
A/N: Short chapter I know, I just have been working on finsihing up Lies My Brother Told Me which for the record is done, I just have to edit, upload, and update. The ending, let's just say it's not what you except. But I will continue to write all the mini stores (Operation I saw Lizzy Kissing Santa Clause, Wilona the Desired One, The Child of Destruction, and of course this one. )Thinking about the next shorty to be a cute little Rugrat (Emma, Luke, and RJ (later known as Nick) story. About their little adventure shrugs not sure, sort of having miniature writters block. Besides that working on "Lies My Father Told Me" (final one in the "Secret" triology.) Please post if theirs any question, cause I know my stories can be confusing, ok I know I am blabbing right now. I should go back to bed, it's to early yawns...expect HUGe updates on Monday though.