A/N: Okay people who decide my stories are worth reading (Fav pople ever!) Here is another chapter, even though I got a big fat ZERO number of reviews on the last chapter -_- (c'mon people!) Here is another one... because I'm just awesome like that...
Minho:
"MaC!" I screamed foregoing all common sense. I had to find her. I had to!
"Wait up!" John shouted from a few yards behind, "And for her sake, Slim it!"
I gritted my teeth and held back a snarl. He was right, I told myself, He was right, No matter how much I hated it, He was right... I slowed down a bit, following the barely there trail that had to have been from Thomas (MaC has an obsessive need to cover any tracks leading to her, and she's just so much more careful about her footing). I let the other boy catch up.
"She's got to be around here somewhere..." He muttered more to himself than me. I looked at him... I had never paid much attention to the others in the Glade, I regretted that now... So much death and I couldn't appreciate the lives that survived. I felt horrible knowing I'd trade just about any one of these shanks for Newt... I'd do it in a heart beat.
I held my breath in an effort to keep from screaming. Another scream pierced the air. However this was not a a scream of pain, but frustration and annoyance... We had to be close.
"Keep up," I shot back at john before racing towards the sound of her voice. "Get the hell off me, you slint-headed shuck-faced cannibals!" Cannibals? That was new...
I urged myself to go faster.
"MaC, Slim it! They can't understand you anyway..."
I heard the very unladylike snort that followed and then an, "They'll understand this..."
There was a howl of pain... and then I saw them. MaC and Thomas were surrounded by dark-skinned people in what looked like deerskin... um, rags that barely covered their junk. They were decorated with striped of red on their cheekbones, chest, and arms. Feathers were intertwined in their hair. On their feet were moccasins of a similar make.
On instinct, I lunged, about to drop kick the shank in front of me. Someone grabbed me from behind, jerking me to a stop. Their hand was cupped over my mouth to keep me from talking. I pulled away from him, rolling my eyes at the finger to his lips.
Slowly, and quietly, I crouched in the underbrush. I could see them pretty well. MaC was sitting on the ground. Her legs were sprawled in front of her... One caught in what looked like a bear trap. I winced. She was leaning back on her hands. A glare fixated on her face, darkening her features... Spears pointed at her from all ends... I hoped to whatever god deemed us worthy that she kept her mouth shut...
One man was jumping up and down, shaking his bleeding hand. She had bitten him. I was unable to hold in the smirk that crossed my face.
John was next to me, his breathing short and quick. I looked at him, "You alright there shank?"
He nodded, biting his cheek. I gave him an unconvinced look and moved silently in the underbrush, motioning to John to stay. For once, Thank )again what ever god deemed us worthy), he listened.
I looked around making a head count...fifteen to twenty men against the two of them and me...and John. This would not work out in our favor... We needed back up...
Thomas was mouthing something to MaC as the men conversed in their strange language. She shook her head angrily, her eyes flickered to my hiding spot. She had seen me. She tensed, I could feel it from here. "Go Back!" she mouthed frantically. I inched out of the underbrush. She looked away, trying to hide my position, I knew.
I took a handful of John's shirt and back up into the woods. "Go back," I told him.
He began to object.
I cut him off, a hard look shutting him up for good, "We can't do this on our own... There are too many. And the others need to be warned. Find Harriet and Sonya... Or better yet, Maise." I liked that shank... for a girl anyways.
He nodded stiffly, "But... What about you? What are you going to do?"
"I'll mark a path," I said taking out my pocket knife and spinning it around my finger, "Follow em..."
He nodded, taking off for camp, only taking the tie to look back once. I nodded my encouragement and he proceeded. He was alright. A bit naïve it seemed sometimes despite all that knowledge, but alright.
I crept back to MaC and he newfound 'friends'... What were we in for this time?
A/N: Sorry that took so long, busy week I guess... *sigh*...Review?