Krokodyl: I think he was in shock and it caused a delayed reaction. And HAHA hmm Eragon as a pirate…maybe in a different fic.
E.D.S- there will be some kicking of the butt. Just you wait.
Eragonfan177- You're so sweet. Thank you!
Mark Silverwing- Thank you, I saw that when it was too late :/. And sorry if Arya disappointed you! I guess you could say she gave him the cold shoulder ;).except in this it's the bitten one.
GaaraSandNiN: Yes! A lot of my inspiration on writing this came from that movie!
Brightwatcher- Thank you for giving this a chance. I hope you stick with it!:)
Evatross- Patience..:)
p.s everyone note the time skip!
Day 4 (time jump of two days)
By the fourth day snow was falling and falling hard. The wolves had yet to return, but I knew it was only a matter of time. They had tasted our blood and they know that we have wounded. Like I said, only a matter of time.
I shivered and wrapped myself tighter into my jacket. As I wheezed out a cough, I watched wearily as the pocket of air formed into small cloud as I exhaled.
Looking down from my perch atop the plane's broken wing, I could easily oversee the Indian woman whose protection had so suddenly become my obsession. She had regained consciousness several times since the incident, but on account of her injury had obtained a very high fever and was in and out of coherency at random points of the day. Even with one eye, I could see that she was sweating and once more, I contemplated if I had saved her for a fate worse than death.
As she shivered and struggled with her fever, I prayed to God that he'd give her strength enough not to pass through his gates so soon. Jumping down from my perch, I dabbed her forehead with my sleeve and frowned.
I hadn't even learned her name yet.
"I don't care Murtagh! That criminal is not worth what rations we have left!" Screamed the annoying/ rather disgusting blonde who had whined about what little food we had all day.
She stormed over some discarded luggage and nearly tripped before stomping up to the sick woman and pointing an accusing finger at her sleeping form
"Just LOOK at her! She's probably dead already and I am practically starving myself just because you idiots are trying to keep her alive!"
I growled and bit down hard on my tongue before standing and pushing the offending finger away.
"Leave her alone." I snapped and stood protectively over her, "She's not hurting anyone."
The blonde laughed darkly and over her shoulder I could see Brom and Murtagh finally catch up. Both frowned deeply at the woman.
"Hasn't hurt anyone? Do you know who she IS boy?! This woman is a convicted murderer!" I surpresed my shock and crossed my arms across my chest. My frown curved until I had a distinct indent on my lower forehead.
"You don't know that…how could you know that?" I defended.
Murtagh came up to the blonde and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah Marc, how could you know that? You don't know what she was going in for. You just know that she's in handcuffs."
The blonde shoved him off. "Who was being transported into the state pin? HA!" she chortled and then in her madness, proceeded to try to drag the woman out into the vast ocean of snow by her foot.
"I say we let the wolves have her now before she's killed us all in our sleep!"
I was about to tackle the woman when suddenly those beautiful green eyes opened and immediately their beholder defended herself, twisting and kicking her attacker hard in the knees with a yell.
The blonde went down laughing hysterically.
"Wow she's lost it." Whispered Murtagh but I ignored him and ran to other more sane woman who was now awake.
She startled when I came up to her and ready to lash out at me but gasped in pain and grabbed her shoulder. After panting for a few moments, her emerald eyes flashed up at me and her entire facial expression screamed, touch me and die.
"Hey hey whoa! Easy…" I calmed, falling to my knees before her. I held my hands up in surrender.
"It's just me. You know…the guy you found buried under miles of debris and wreckage?" I urged gently.
I watched as recognition fell across her beautiful features before her eyes locked on the bandaged side of my face.
I smiled half heartedly, "A small price to pay." I offered and held out my hand. "Please let me help you, I know you're sick."
She glared at me and tried to stand herself, but collapsed and whimpered. Frowning, I inched closer to her and hesitantly wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I've got it!" she snapped but contradicted herself moments later when she tried to stand again. I could feel her whole body shaking with fever. Heck even being this close to her was warming me!
"Please." I pleaded and her frustrated eyes flashed to mine. I softened my expression and let my concern show in my one eye.
"Let me help you like you helped me."
Finally, she conceded and I wrapped my arm carefully around her and lifted. She leaned against me as we stood and Brom and Murtagh watched us with mixtures of hesitance and approval.
"Go put her back against the plane and let's start a fire." Sighed Brom, but as we turned to walk back there was a scream and everyone spun around to see a massive wolf chomp down on Marcy's head and drag her away.
Murtagh ran at the wolf yelling by the beast growled and bit down harder, blood soaking the snow beneath him and then turned and ran a now lifeless broad hanging from his jaws.
Everyone watched as the mass of fur faded into the fog and snow, blood trailing behind him.
(LATER THAT NIGHT)
I stared into the flames of our meager fire in silence. There were a few crackles and then a burning piece of luggage fell over, sending red and orange cinders into the vastly open sky above us. My eyes didn't follow their journey. All I saw as I stared into the flames was Marcy's face just before the wolf had concealed her with his jaws.
Murtagh, the reason for our fire, took out his lighter and lit another one of his confounded cigarettes.
"Poor wench didn't deserve it." He said, shaking his head.
My frown deepened and I tightened my hands into fists. Suddenly, a warm hand touched my shoulder and I turned my head to see the beautiful Indian woman awake and struggling to sit up with her hands bound.
Her hair around her head was damp with sweat and her eyes were slightly glazed over. I twisted and curled my arm under one of hers, mindful of her wounded side and pulled her up.
Apparently to worn out to challenge me against the movement, she sagged against me.
"My people," She spoke in a soft and low voice that tickled my neck and sent a mild shiver down my spine, "often speak of mother nature as being someone not to be comprehended by eyes alone but by the passing of the moon." The firelight reflected in her eyes as she shifted and caught my gaze.
"Not all things are meant to be understood in the moments they happen." She whispered, before reaching up and turning my chin to gaze at my covered wound.
"You are very brave." She said, the firelight reflecting in her eyes as she met my gaze, she shifted. "But very stupid. You are lucky to be alive."
She released me and returned her eyes to the fire.
I blinked, completely at a loss for words. Murtagh chuckled darkly from his side of the fire puffed his cigarette.
"Eragon." I blurted and she glanced at me again curiously.
"My name is Eragon Hayes." I repeated, clearing my throat.
With a nod as swift as a bird, she replied. "I am Arya."
Her eyes returned to the fire as did mine. Brom, sitting on the other side of Arya pulled out his gun and checked his chambers.
"I'm all out of bullets." He whispered, "If they come for us again, we'll be defenseless."
Murtagh scoffed and flicked the burning end of his cigarette before bringing it to his lips.
"Damn. What a way to go out huh?"
I shot him a glare. "Who say's we have to go down without a fight?"
Murtagh let out a booming laugh. "What didn't learn the first time you tried to go all turok boy?"
"We cannot stay here." Said Arya, and all eyes flickered to her as she stared at the flame.
"Our rations will eventually fade and then the wolves will begin to pick us off one by one. It has already begun." She finished darkly before looking around the fire.
"We need to plan a course and take it."
"You mean go wondering about aimlessly to speed up the process?" grunted Murtagh, "Not likely baby cakes."
Brom shook his head, "No she's right. I don't want to sit here any longer. We need to survive long enough for help to come."
"And how are we going to do that exactly?" I asked
Arya caught my eye again and what I saw in her gaze made my palms sweat.
"We stay alive."
Author's note: :) stay tuned. I think I corrected all possible mistakes but let me know if you see any.