There's a big twist coming, and I hope you're ready for it. Things are about to take a turn for a worst for both Wilbur and Huck…the boy one. Hehehe…
Chapter Eight
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Wilbur tumbled through the grass, running as if his life depended on it. Well, that's not entirely true. His life did depend on it. Was it a pack of wolves? No. Was it Injun Joe? Surprisingly, no. Sierra, Lily, and Robin were chasing him through the woods, apparently ticked at him for running off. Finally, Sierra tackled him and pinned him to the ground.
"Ahhhh!!!" Sierra let out a yell of frustration. "You twit! You idiot! I'm so mad at you, I have no words! Why not cut to the chase—WHERE'S KILBUR?!?!"
"You mean Huck?!" Wilbur yelled.
"YES, WHATEVER!!! WHERE IS SHE?!"
"She's probably with her boyfriend, Huck," Wilbur looked to the side. "Oh, look. Here he comes now, with Tom."
Huck ran in. He seemed out of breath. "Who're they?" he asked, eyeing Sierra, Lily, and Robin.
Tom looked at Robin. "What died in her hair?"
Robin looked offended for a moment, but then realized what he meant. "Oh, this isn't blood!" she pointed out her cherry-red streak.
They turned their attention back to the others.
"They're my sisters…" Wilbur gasped with Sierra's forearm pinned against his windpipe.
"Yeah, we are; speaking of which, WHERE IS SHE?!" Sierra exploded again.
"Where's who?"
"Where's HUCK?!"
"I don't know! I thought maybe you'd know. She was all worried when she heard Wilbur scream, and then it seemed like she just disappeared," Huck said.
"You mean you have no idea where she is?" Sierra snapped, anger building up inside her.
"Ain't got a clue," Tom seemed as worried as Huck.
"Well, maybe if we split up, we'll be able to find her!" Lily suggested brightly, surprising most of the people there.
"It may be too late," Wilbur said pessimistically.
"He's right. Injun Joe mighta got her," Huck added.
"Excuse me, but if that is the case, then we all better get a move on," Robin said pointedly.
They all nodded and set off in search of the girl. Nobody noticed the eyes staring at them from the trees…
Yes, I know. Short chapter, but it's dramatic. Where might she be? And Marco Polo isn't going to fix this one. Muahaha!