I woke to someone touching me.

Immediately I sat up and began to scream, a hand clamped over my mouth, a wet hand that tasted of blood. I opened my eyes and saw Hectors eyes, no, they were the man named Hoot.

For just a moment I gave in and hugged him. I held him so tightly I thought I would break him. But I would not cry. I held him and pretended it was Hector.

He tensed at the sudden change in my demeanor then asked quietly, "Are you ok? It took us a while ta get outta there."

I nodded and tried my best to ignore the feeling of Caedes on my body.

"Where is he?" Hoot asked as his eyes scanned the empty tent, then looked over my nude form. I didn't know, I didn't care, I wanted out of the tent. I wanted to go home and bathe, then hold my son.

Hoot grabbed what was left of my clothes from the floor and found they were shredded. Anger was apparent on his face, he then grabbed the blanket from Caedes's matt. I let go of him, "No. I'd rather go without."

Hoot looked back to me but nodded, "I would too." He then pulled his shirt over his head, he helped pull it over my hair and pulled me to my feet, which were unsteady. The soft shirt fell to the middle of my thighs. Anything was better then something that belonged to Caedes.

I followed Hoot out of the tent and saw he had a dagger in the back of his pants. On the way out he picked up a sword that was by the tent's flap. I followed closely but did not touch him.

Hoot peeked out of the tent.

"Where is your friend," I asked.

"Don't he's out there," Hoot whispered, he then motioned for me to follow him, I did. With my still wrapped feet I followed him through the makeshift Greek Camp. The smell of smoke was heavy in the air.

"Is that your friend," I asked.

Hoot nodded but held a finger to his lips, he lead me along a few tents then held a hand for me to stop. I did, Hoot disappeared around the tent. The sounds of death followed.

I took a look around then waited for Hoot.

A few minutes later he motioned for me to follow him, I looked to where he had been which now was just bloodstains on the ground and tent. I felt a swell of sinister joy for the person who entered that tent.

I followed Hoot through the camp and into the forest that bordered it. Once we were safe inside Hoot let out a shrill whistle. I sat down on a fallen log and pushed the stray pieces of hair over my shoulders.

Hoot looked over to me, very softly he asked, "Did he do anything else?"

I looked up at him, confused.

Hoot looked around the thick forest to be sure we were alone, "He didn't use a knife? Are you bleeding on any part of your body?"

I shook my head, "No. He just held his knife to my throat." I wouldn't cry or fall apart, I was alive and would see my son. Other women were not so fortunate.

"I'm sorry."

I looked up at him, "It is not your fault."

Hoot looked back towards the camp then asked, "Did he use protection?"

"Protection?"

"Never mind," he said, then leaned back against a tree and covered his face. We waited in silence for his friend. Who came running through the forest out of breath, smelling of smoke.

Sanderson took one look at me then one at Hoot, who merely nodded. Sanderson took a breath, "We have to get somewhere safe."

I knew someplace, so I stood I did not wish to speak of what happened. So I asked, "It's just you two?"

"And Eversman, but he is with Helen." Sanderson answered.