Okay so i got like, two people who reviewed, but none the less, here is a long chapter :) I hope you like it :) I was close not to write it, as i felt it would be stupid to use so much time on something only two people read, but what ever here you go..
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The Amazon (09:15 AM)
"And we're finally here, Welcome to the wilderness kids!" Logan yelled after letting go of a heavy bag pack. He inhaled some fresh air, while the students began to unpack. He had been there before, so he knew the surroundings pretty well, or at least he did. It had been some years since then, but he did remember this exact spot. It was nice and open, so there were just enough space for tents and a fire to take place, but only just, since the jungle surrounded them. They were practically in the middle of a circle of threes, not to mention, in the middle of the Amazon.
The students had started to set up the tents, and it went well for most of them, or at least for the older students. The newbie's wasn't really fond of the idea that they had to sleep in there for the next couple of months, for not to talk about setting it up. While they kept staring hard at all the tent part, Amara had chosen this particular moment to speak up.
"Not to bug you guy's starring or anything, but why were we here again?"
"Oh, you don't know? Then I'll be nice and tell you. You see wolf man over there doesn't like us, and he secretly hopes that we will get eaten by panthers or something." Tabitha was the one who answered.
"Was that the reason I couldn't tell my parents about this? I thought it was harmless out here!" Jubilation yelled up, a bit of panic growing inside her. Tabby and bobby just giggled.
"Yeah it was, and be sure you don't get bitten by the wrong ones, or you might end up like Rahne." Bobby teased.
"Hey I heard that! And stop scaring them, they haven't tried real camping before." Rahne scolded. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was actually happy to be there. She just felt more at home out in the open than she did when she was stocked inside the four walls. Here there was enough space to do whatever she wanted to do.
"So what you're saying is that you are more experienced than us?" Sam was the one speaking this time.
"I am what?" She asked back, not realizing someone was talking to her.
"I said, what you are saying, is that you know more about nature than we do?" He asked again, a bit more skeptical.
"Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this." Bobby said with a sigh.
"And so what if she likes it here. I actually like it too, at least for now."Roberto cut in.
"You only like it because of the sun." Ray said annoyed.
"So just to make it clear, I aren't gonna turn into an animal by being bit by a panther, right?" Jubilation asked relieved that she wouldn't live the rest of her life covered in fur. Not that some people wasn't able to make it look good, but she couldn't see herself with it.
"No, you aren't gonna turn into anything, but that doesn't mean they won't bite you." This time it was Logan who spoke. He had been listening to their little conversation for a while.
"And just to make you all clear, you aren't here to die, you're here because of trust issues, issues that almost killed you for the what, fourth time this month?"
No one answered. They knew playing around inside the danger-room was a bad choice, but none of them had any idea that it would end as it did. They had managed to survive the experience, thank god for that, but the training room wasn't really a room anymore. To make it worse, Jamie had managed to break his leg. That might be part of the reason why he wasn't there with them. That, and the fact that he was the youngest. None of them had any idea why the other and more experienced x- men were there though.
"Now listen up! I'm leaving now, which makes Scott the one in charge. In case something happens, Jean will be the second in command. Now this doesn't mean any of you can just goof around-" he looked sharply at Kurt and Bobby on this one- " It only means that they are the ones giving orders. Now they might not be jungle experts, so if anyone knows anything that other teammates don't, then it's very important to inform them about it. I want you to learn from each other, and most important, trust each other. I trust all of you to make the right decisions, so don't disappoint me. I gave Shades and red here an earpiece each, in case something extreme happens and you'll need a ticked home. Now I don't believe you'll need it, but I won't take any chances. I don't wanna loose any of yah, so I'll give a call every other day to hear how it's going. Any questions before I leave?"
No one seemed to have any question on their mind, so without further ado, Logan entered the x-jet and flew off.
"So, Tabby, what are we gonna do about the tents?" Bobby asked short after Logan left.
"Don't worry about that, Blue boy owes me a favor, and I'm sure Kitty won't make him do it alone" Her hopes got shattered when a sudden painful outburst could be heard not too far away…
"AWWW! Keety! What the heck!"
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I really am!"
"Sorry? So you're saying it just slipped? That it was just an accident!"
"Please just sit still and let me pull it out!"
"No way man, I won't let you near it! I can do it myself!"
"Fine then, I don't care! Uhh, why do you have to be so immature?"
"Oh I'm the one who's immature? Well at least it isn't me who hurts people like that!"
"You know what, that's it Kurt Wagner, I'm finished talking to you!"
"Right, and I with you! Now leave me alone!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
With that they went into a tent each.
They only had about four with them, so they had to be about three in each tent. The tents were split up like this:
Tent 1: Scott – Kurt – Evan
Tent 2: Jean – Kitty – Rogue
Tent 3: Rahne – Amara – Jubilation
Tent 4: Bobby – Sam – Ray – Roberto
"Okay blue boy won't do the tents, guess we have to do it ourselves." Tabby said disappointed. Amara on the other hand felt a little out of place. She knew Kitty and Kurt were best friends, and she had never heard them argue like that about anything. She decided to go and see if Kitty was okay, but when she arrived, Rogue was already in there, trying to comfort her.
"He's just a jerk for acting like that. He's a boy you know, and boys don't always think the same way as us girls do." She heard Rogue say, before she asked the obvious: "Are you okay?"
At the beginning she didn't get an answer, but then the tent got zipped up, revealing a crying Kitty.
"She needs a shoulder to cry on, and I'm afraid I don't have the cloth on to let her." Amara took that as a ticket to get inside, so she did so. She sat down, and before you knew it, Kitty had embraced her, with her face planted on her shoulder.
"What happened?" Amara asked Rogue.
"I'm not sure. They had some kind of fight, but I don't know what they fought over. Kitty haven't told me…" Rogue answered, feeling sorry for her roommate…
"Hey Kurt, you okay buddy?" Evan asked as he entered his tent. Kurt was sitting with and impression less look in his eyes. Evan took that as a no, and sat down beside his friend.
"You wanna tell me what all that yelling was about?" He asked again, but still got no answer. Kurt was looking down at his hands, one of them covered the other one in a suspicious way. Now he was starting to get annoyed, he took his hands to Kurt's shoulders, trying to get the boy to look at him. It succeeded, and Evan was now looking right into his eyes. They were wet, and he looked like someone who was just about to start crying, but he didn't. He was a boy, and boys don't cry. Evan was shocked, he didn't know just how much it had affected him, so he did the only thing that went through his mind: He gave his buddy a big hug. At first Kurt tensed by the sudden outburst, but then accepted it, and hugged back. He could no longer hold back the tears, and the warm liquid started to roll down his cheeks. He had hurt her; he had hurt his best friends' feelings.
"Hey Kitty, it's okay, he will forgive you, it wasn't as you stabbed him on purpose. Just tell him you're sorry." Rogue said in a matter of fact way. Amara dried Kitty's eyes with her sleeve.
"I-I know but, I should had been more careful. It wasn't a b-big knife, and it didn't go to deep, b-but I still s-stabbed him with a knife!" It was true; she had stabbed him in the hand while opening a bag of chips. She hadn't been able to open it with her bare hands for some reason. He had told her to be careful, and right as she was about to stab a big hole in the bag, Kurt had grabbed her arm, trying to make her stop. "You are doing it wrong Keety, you're gonna get hurt!" He yelled at her. "No I'm not, quit annoying me!" They had been at each other throats a lot lately, making it impossible to agree on anything. Kitty had got enough of it, so instead of listening, she just phased her hand through his grip, and down to the bag of chips.
Unfortunately, she hadn't been aware, and before she was able to stop herself, the knife had planted itself inside his hand…
"Now listen, she didn't do it on purpose, you have to tell her that you don't blame her, accidents happen you know." Evan told him while he bandaged his friends' hand. He had stopped crying, even though it hurt a lot. He wanted to apologize for yelling at her, wanted them to be friends again, but at the same time, he didn't really wish to talk to her yet. He was hurt, and sad, he was vulnerable. He didn't wish to meet her eyes.
"I know she didn't mean to… Listen, I don't wanna talk about it no more. Wanna go find some wood? I was about to do so when all this happened, and I'm sure Scott is getting inpatient." He said with a weak smile.
"Sure, I don't have anything else to do either way." Evan answered…
Later (23:30)…
I am that kind of person who loves sound effects, and in case you do too, then here's a link to the sound effect of a campfire. In case you don't care, then skip this ( /-JesaZo4jGs )
They were all suited besides the camp fire, fed and happy. They had been singing campfire songs for half an hour. That was then Bobby yelled up about being bored, and of cause he just had to tell a scary story…
"Now listen up, I'll now tell yah the story about the white dog… Anyone who won't listen?" He asked before starting it, but to his excitement, no one seemed to back out.
"Great! A traveling salesman came to Goshen Hill for a few days, selling his wares from door to door. He was a friendly man with a warm grin and a joke for everyone. He was accompanied by a large white dog that rode on the wagon beside him; companion, friend, and guardian of his wares. The salesman and dog were making their way out of town when a murder was discovered in one of the places in which they had sported their wares. Suspicion blossomed at once against the stranger—certainly no one the townsfolk knew was capable of committing such a crime!—and a lynch mob chased the salesman out of town and strung him up on a tree beside the road.
The white dog howled and barked and roared as the mob carried his master away. More than one man was bitten as the salesman, still screaming out his innocence, was silenced forever. One fellow finally shot his gun at the white dog, wounding it enough to send it whimpering away. It soon became obvious to everyone in town that they'd hanged the wrong man. The corpse, dangling obscenely from the tree on Old Buncombe Road, was a grisly reminder of the community crime. They'd have cut down the salesman and given him a decent burial, but the white dog stood guard over his master's corpse day after day, savagely threatening anyone who came near the hanging tree. So the salesman's body withered and rotted underneath the tree beside the road, filling the air with a terrible stench as it desiccated in the summer heat. It was many weeks before body and dog disappeared from the Old Buncombe Road.
A few months later, a man who'd participated in the salesman's lynching happened to be walking down Old Buncombe Road at night. As he drew near the hanging tree, his nose wrinkled in disgust as a whiff of rotten flesh swept past his face and his stomach roiled.
He staggered backward, his arm over his nose, wondering what was causing the terrible stench. Then he spotted the hanging tree, and saw upon it a glowing, desiccated corpse dangling obscenely by the neck from one of its branches. And beneath the ghostly figure stood a huge, white dog with glowing red eyes. The dog growled menacingly when he saw the man on the road, and the man stumbled backward over the rut in the center of the road and then started to run. With an ear-shattering series of barks, the white dog pursued the fleeing man with supernatural speed. The man whipped this way and that, spinning around, leaping into the woods to dodge around trees, trying to avoid the huge dog snapping at his heels. If he fell, the dog would be at his throat immediately.
The man crashed headlong into a tree and flung himself upward. Below him, the ghost dog leapt, and sharp teeth closed on the man's hand. Pain ripped through him, and he climbed higher, trying to shake off the glowing beast. "Let go!" he screamed, kicking at it again. Suddenly, the white dog turned to mist before his eyes and swirled away. Realizing that the white dog might reappear at any moment, the man seized his chance. He slithered down the tree and ran all the way home. His wife sent a neighbor to fetch the doctor, who stitched up his hand as best he could. The white dog had nearly severed the palm, and the nerves were so badly damaged that he was crippled in that hand for the rest of his life.
The man later learned that every person who had participated in the lynching of the salesman was attacked by the ghost of the white dog. Many—like himself—were crippled in some way. As for the fellow who'd shot and injured the white dog—well, his four-year-old son disappeared and was never seen again…. The end."
Everyone was quiet for a matter of seconds, before Kitty spoke up…
"Well, not that I needed any sleep anyway."
"Yeah dude, that was so not cool!" That was Sam speaking.
"We are in the middle of a jungle, filled with threes, and you chose that story of all the lame stories you could had told? You got my respect." Tabby said, enjoying her teams' scared faces.
"Well (yawn) I think I'll go to bed, good night guys." Bobby said with a big smile on his face. The others followed suit not long after. Some were able to shake the story off, others weren't, but one thing was sure: they all listened for dog barging before they closed their eyes that night…
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