Spock stopped running; he realized the sun had set some time ago. He could no longer see the lights of his home, thus knowing he had gone too far, without noticing. He came to a full stop, listening for any sign of movement. He looked around, spotting a grove of rocks, he weighed that waiting out the night would be safer that to try and travel home, creating movement to be preyed upon, in the dangers of the Vulcan wild. He started for the grove, walking briskly but not too loudly. He grabbed a branch, fallen on the ground and continued his way to the rocks.
Spock reached the rocks and determined the safest place to sit out the night, where he could see around him, but to see him would have required more skill. He steadied his breathing and pondered at his second emotional outburst or the day, it seemed that when his mother was concerned it when his feelings got the better of him. His brother's leaving just had to fall on the same day of such emotional turmoil. Perhaps, had it happened any other day, he likely would not have lost his temper, again. He thought about the words against his mother, he again clenched his fists and his breathing and heart rate increased ever so slightly, he took note,
"Fascinating," Spock turned when he heard the noise behind him; he had been careless and forgotten to listen. Thankfully, it was only his tormenters, Spock sighed relief, and it could have been much, much worse. He showed today that he could hold his own against the boys older than him, even though they were Full Vulcans.
"So today, we have observed that the half-breed, Spock, does indeed HAVE emotions and interesting development in our experiment."
"Shall we now see what was the cause of the effect; which statement brought about the subject's emotional reaction?" Spock furrowed his brows, and spoke,
"Enough experimenting today, I have had enough of being a test subject. May we postpone this for a day, perhaps two?" the boys looked at each other.
"To pause in an experiment when a reaction has come to fruition would be a waste of resources." He paused before starting another barrage of insults, only getting one out, "you're a bastard half-breed, who would…" Spock ran at the boys, barred and ready to fight, this time, the boys were expecting the response. They surrounded the shorter Spock and made a game of shoving him at each other before he could get a good hit in. Only when they stopped their movements and Spock fell to the ground did Spock realize they were being watched.
A le matya was behind them, huge, and hungry. He crashed down upon the oldest boy and began to tear at the boy; the others ran, knowing full well they could not take down a full grown le matya. Spock, though his feelings towards the boy were less than appreciation, did what was not logical, but was indeed human enough. He picked up his branch and jumped on the creatures back, holding onto its fur he began ramming the end of the stick into the creatures head. The le matya left the other boy alone and turned his attention to dismounting Spock.
Around and around like a bucking bronco, only much bigger, and much stronger, not to mention only a little boy was playing the role of the cowboy. Spock's hold being strong, but not strong enough, gets thrown with his back hitting a particularly high rock. The le matya roared and galloped towards Spock, he regained his feet and jumped to meet the beast, a move certainly unexpected. Attempting once more to achieve the Vulcan nerve pinch, this had eluded him many a class periods, apparently the moment simply needed to be right.
The le matya fell with a large thump to the ground. Spock fell to the ground, temporarily motionless and speechless. He gazed at the boy, deciding, moving away from the unconscious beast was a better idea than waiting around for it to wake up. He grabbed two hands and heaved the boy above him on his shoulders and back and began the walking towards home.