hi. i'm sorry i didn't get the chance to update these past two days. i had visitors over and got caught up. but i'm back again. um, honestly i wasn't sure how to write this so i did the best i could. it might turn out crappy, i dont know.probably. but i need something to do. where i live right now it's 1;o5 am, so if i mess up on stuff please forgive me. i hardly been sleeping lately. but got music on and ready to go.so, yeah. here ya go. review ;)
The boy's once wheezing and gasping for breath had soon dulled to loud silence. Though he did not see the boy's chest rise up and down in hopes of air as before, he saw that he was staring up with cold eyes.
Good, then at least he was a little conscious still. Indy gently smacked him on the cheek again. "Come on. You're gonna be alright. "
Of course, Indy wasn't sure if he should cross his fingers behind his back or not. He obviously didn't want to lie. But, if he had a choice, he wasn't going to let this boy die. Not here, not now. Not like this.
He carefully began tugging on his jacket, removing it away from him. He saw his arm, and sighed. He felt like an idiot. How could he have forgotten? How could he not have seem the signs of this? He shouldn't have judged what the kid said before after. He should have checked it out..and after a few more moments of finding more ways to blame himself, he snapped back to reality. One little breath of air filled Mutt's lungs. He was so happy for that. But, the next one didn't come for another few moments. His throat was so tight.
Much to Indy's (and Mutt's) relief, by the time he had removed his jacket, the truck was stopping at the camp. Hopefully now there was a chance to save him. Indy began calling out to all the soldiers, and within a couple seconds, he was surrounded with them, guns up and pointed towards him.
Yes, they were upset that he'd tried an escape. But, Indy could really care less at this time, since it was only to save the boy. Or..try to save the boy.
One look at Mutt, and one of the soldiers wondered." What in the hell did you do to him?"
Indy looked furious, but he wasn't. Actually, he was just worried for the boy's sake. He couldn't believe that the reason this...cold..child before him was all his fault. It was his fault he was like this, it was all his fault. He cursed.
"Nothing. Get out of my way!" Indy said, as he somehow managed to scoop the young man into his arms. Although, Mutt was a teenager, he wasn't so big. In fact, the longer Indy carried him, the lighter and smaller he became. He wasn't sure if that was even possible, but it was.
He pushed his way through the guards, making his way forwards to the camp. The guards quickly followed around him, knowing he wouldn't try anything at the moment. As he layed the boy down on a cot that one of the Russians had set up, he got a good glance at his facial features. He was a good looking man, yet still a boy. He knew somewhere this boy's mother would be devastated knowing her baby was in this condition.
Mutt had officially been out cold for about a minute, and racket had filled the camp with confusion. Spalko quickly greeted Indy. "Dr. Jones.." she spoke in her thick accent. "What seems to be the problem?" she smirked. Of course she knew the problem.
Indy didn't bother to answer. "He got stung by a scorpion, and he's got an allergic reaction. I need-"
Even Spalko was amazed that the camp was actually listening. Usually, they'd let it go, tough luck, too bad. But, it was different this time. This..was just a kid. Who could always be used as bait, of course. It wouldn't do any good if he was dead.
As Indy continued to talk and argue with the Russians about what medical things they had with them and not, news had spread around camp. Marion was inside a tent, being held by a guard. The ruccus outside was enough to get her curious. "What's going on ?" she asked the guard.
He looked at her, but shrugged. Another guard nearby had explained, without even looking at them. "They brought Jones."
Jones.
Jones.
Indiana Jones. The man she hadn't seen in years. 16 to be exact. The father of her son and, neither of them know of eachother. The man who had like a thief come and stolen her heart. Of course he had broken it on his way out. But, she always knew she'd love him. She always did.
Especially when she even made a simple glance at her son. Her greatest treasure. She noticed as he grew up that he was just like his father. Which made her happy, and sickened her at the same time. All she wanted to do was forget about this guy forever because, she didn't need him. No, she had convinced herself she could have a damn good life, just her and her son, and neither of them needed Jones. But, she just couldn't get him out of her mind for good. Everyday, a miniaturized spitting image of him had been in her life, for 16 years already. It was hard...
In many ways, Mutt even acted like his father. He same signature grin. The same faces when he was angry. She couldn't believe he was actually here. Then again, if he was there...Mutt had to be too.
"Is he alone?" she asked the other guard, casually.
He simply shook his head, no.
She didn't know how to respond to that, so she kept quiet at first. It was great to actually find out about her son. That he had made it, and had found Indy, no matter how hard it was for him to do so. Then again, it means that he had gotten himself into trouble. And he was now here...in this hell of a camp..
"That's my son." Marion said, pushing her way forward. The guard's tight grip kept her maintained, though she wasn't prepared to stop fighting back. "Let me go! I want to see my son."
No power in the entire world could ever stop a mother. She broke out of his grasp for a second, before being grabbed again.
"STOP." a soldier called out, as another came and grabbed her other arm. "If you want to see the boy..we will take you to him."
Her maternal instincts were kicking in. She had to get to her son, she had to see. See him for the first time in too long. "Take me, then!"
i think what i wrote about the whole camp and stuff, about then helping,wouldn't really happen, but its' my story and its the only way that mutt can survive. IF he does, that is ;)
hehee. i hope i'm freaking you guys out. i like reviews. i wasn't planning on ending the chapter there. but i've gotten tired. i can stay up later, but my body is exhausted, by back is killing me, my throat hurts and i keep losing my voice. and i have terrible carpal tunnel. i can't write anymore right now. i'll update soon again.