Anger Strikes Back
Part 2
As Alex finished eating his breakfast he placed the knife and fork onto his plate and stood up. It was then he noticed the stares and gaping mouths of K-Unit.
"What?" He asked, ever so innocently.
"Uh... Wolf just held a knife to your throat and you passed it off as if it was nothing." Snake told him.
"It was a bread knife." His tone was very teenage-y. He walked away from the table and up to the black bin at the front of the Mess Hall. He scraped his pate of the bacon rind and excess beans and put the ceramic plat on the table. Walking over to the sink he rinsed his knife and fork and placed them in his left combat trouser pocket. Hearing them clank at the bottom he did up the button and went out Left the hall.
It was horrible misty-rain outside but he could see Wolf in the near distance, stood on his own.
As Alex neared he noticed he had his back to him.
"Wolf," Alex started, he saw Wold jump as he heard his name.
"Don't do that, Brat." Wolf said sternly.
"Sorry," He tried to hide his smirk. "I uh..."
"What? Look I don't care about earlier; everybody's scared of something, right?"
"I suppose..." Alex half agreed. He couldn't think of anything he was scared of.
"It just happens that I'm not that good with heights."
"Did my kicking you out the plane not help then?" Alex wondered.
"Yes, actually it did and not only did it help, it saved my ass as well. Uh... Thanks. "
Wolf was thanking me!
"That's fine. Now should we just act like this never happened or is there something that you want to tell me that will involve the reason why you hate heights?"
"I suppose I should tell someone... and I ain't going to a psychiatrist. They creep the hell out of me."
"You're not the only one."
"What do you need a psychiatrist for? Anyway; it happened when I was ten... My brother and I were in the woods that were behind our house. We had a tree house, built it ourselves, with a bit of our Dad's help mind you. It was about two days after we'd built it, I climbed the rope to the top and when I got to the top my brother jumped out at me. I stumbled backward as I hadn't expected it and fell of the side of the tree house. I broke my arms ad several of my ribs. I had concussion for nearly a week. I don't think I ever forgave my brother for that day."
"Oh..." Was all Alex could say. It was an odd feeling, having someone confide in you like that.
"Yeah, so, I'm frozen. You wanna get back to the billet and play some poker... or perhaps a card game that doesn't involve gambling as you're underage." Wolf smirked. He broke into a run, seeing the look in Alex's eye. Alex ran after him, shouting insults. And plenty of them too...
Fin!
I re-came across this and decided it would be good to let you know the reason I think Wolf is scared of heights... hehe... But this is it now... done with... Curtains drawn... The End...