Kuroi's POV
Steve's back! But who's that little boy? Is he dead? Did Steve kill that child!
While I was waiting for Steve to come back I hung out with Ariel, Mark, and Alan some more. They're so nice…!
I slowly went up to Steve. "Steve? Who's that?" I asked as he laid the boy on the ground.
Steve shrugged. "Some kid we found while out. He was crazed. We decided to help him out."
"Crazed?"
"He was running around, mumbling to himself, scared."
"Poor kid…" I felt so bad for him…
"Want to take care of him for me?" Steve asked. I felt my face light up.
"Sure!" I smiled. I loved little kids! As I picked him up-"ARE THESE SCALES?" I screeched. Some of the 'scales' on his body rubbed onto my hands and arms.
Steve snickered at my expression. "Pretty freaky, huh?"
I nodded slowly, staring at the boy's body. Steve laughed again, and I took the mysterious child to my tent. Inside I placed him on my sleeping bag and rested his head on my pillow. Where did he come from? Why did he have scales?
For ten minutes I read a book Ariel had given me about romance ((really weird!)) until the boy's eyes fluttered open. I dropped the book and rushed over to his side.
"Where, where am I!" He gasped.
"It's OK, everything's alright. You're safe now." I said soothingly. "What's your name?"
"Sha-Shancus…" He stuttered.
"Shancus…that's an interesting name…"
"…I was named after my daddy's friend, Darren Shan…" He said.
"Darren Shan!" I exclaimed. No…it was just a coincidence…
"Yes…" Shancus' eyes filled with tears, and he seemed to remember something. "They, they killed Ar-Arwyn!" Shancus yelled.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in disbelief.
"Darren! He was there, too! And Vancha, Mr. Crepsley, Harkat, Kirin, and Arwyn! But they killed her…!"
Tears now stained Shancus' features, making the scales on his face shimmer. Steve was right: he was crazy. The only possible reason Shancus knew all the names of my friends is probably because he heard Steve talk about them.
"Hey, don't stress yourself out. Why don't you rest a little, then we can talk some more. By the way, my name's Kuroi. You're safe here."
"But-"
"Shh…" I quieted him, motioning for him to lay down. He looked undecided and reluctantly laid him head down. Slowly his eyes shut.
He was so different, and in a way cute.
Larten's POV"Larten Crepsley? Is that you?" A woman asked in a strong Scottish accent. She had blond hair pulled into a high bun and a pair of glasses resting on her nose. By the looks of it she was in her late 30's. The woman's name was Rachael Faith.
I smiled weakly. "It's good to see you, Rachael. I desperately need your assist-"
"You haven't changed a bit! I've missed seeing you!" Rachael flung her arms around me, paying no attention to Arwyn. "It's been so long! What…17 years? Wow, time goes by so fast…!"
I coughed; she was still hugging me…! She blushed and let go, and I also felt my face burn a little.
"I've missed you, too, but I need your immediate help." I said holding Arwyn into the light. Rachael gasped.
"What happened? She's just a child! Is she a-"
"-Yes, but she needs your help. She doesn't have much time…" I told her quickly.
Rachael looked worried. "I'll do what I can."
She took me to a room down the hall of the hospital we were at. Rachael worked here at night as a nurse. I had known her for years now and she always was there for me.
Rachael closed the door behind us and I laid Arwyn on the bed in the center of the room.
"How the hell did this happen!" Rachael exclaimed looking over Arwyn's injury.
"The War of Scars…I'll tell you later." I responded.
Rachael nodded and flipped Arwyn over on her stomach. Blood continued to run from Arwyn' side. I went over to a sink in the corner of the room to wash her blood off my hands.
"Hold her hand." Rachael instructed. I rushed back over and did as I was told.
Rachael grimaced and took hold of the knife that stuck out of Arwyn. YANK. Arwyn screamed into the bed. Quickly Rachael grabbed a towel, dropping the knife, and pushed it into where the weapon used to be.
Are the chapters too long? I think they are, but that might be just me. Please let me know if they are and I'll shorten them .
I got them name Rachael ((yea, it's a common name, but so what…lol)) from my sister ((Rachael)). Her middle name is Faith.
I was typing this and I yelled, "Rachael!"
"What?"
"Come here."
:Rachael runs over to computer from playing Playstation with my brother:
"What?"
:I hold my arms out and give her a huge hug:
…Minute later…
"Um, you can let me go now…"
I just thought that was kinda funny…she's 4 years old Well, anyway, hoped you liked this chapter! –Kirin
