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catmeow1 I'm still stretching my writing muscles. I hope this isn't too long for you! It is less than 1000 words.
“There’s a traitor among us,” Roan said. His voice was soft in my ear, and the words sent a tingle down my spine. A discomfort in my gut. My eyes wandered over to the others in their tents, sleeping peacefully, or we assumed that. It was our turn to keep watch, to make sure we weren’t attacked by anything in the night.
“Are you talking about the ambush a couple nights ago?” I asked, voice low and concerned. My brown eyes widened and I shifted my seat to face him instead of the burning embers of a dying fire.
We had lost half our supplies and one of our group. Not dead, but assumed so, since we couldn’t find her after the ambush.
He nodded. I could barely make out his silhouette in the dark, but I could tell his movements and I reached out to touch him. A hand on his upper arm. He tensed up at the touch, maybe too wary to relax right now.
“Who do you think it is?”
“Garrett. Days before the attack, I thought heard him talking to someone outside the tents, but I couldn’t see anyone. And you know, he likes talking to himself. And after that, I felt watched, like there were eyes looking at me from a distance.”
I glanced at the tents. No movement or sound could be heard from them. This was the middle of the night after all, and the air was still, so it was quiet. Eerily quiet. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“We’ve been on this journey for weeks, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.” His hand touched mine on his arm, and he pulled my hand away, resting our hands on his leg.
“You should have said something.” My senses were on high alert, my own mind ready to play tricks on me. Ready to make sure I was paying attention to my surroundings and prepared to respond to any noise I thought my mind heard.
“I’m saying it now. I don’t trust Garrett and you know I never have. He’s strange.”
“He likes to disappear for a couple hours every few days.”
“Exactly. Where does he go?”
“He’s never said.” We had never asked. Garrett had an air about him that suggested you don’t ask if you don’t want to know the answer. He was built in such a way that he could kill you with one hit and that was enough to let him do whatever he wanted to do. Which we did, since he wasn’t hurting any of us as far as we knew.
Until recently.
The sound of rustling in a tent caught our attention. “Hey Roan, you awake?” Morgan asked sleepily. It was her turn to keep watch.
“Yeah,” he answered. He let go of my hand and stood. He yawned. I didn’t think he was anywhere close to tired but maybe the idea of sleep was making him sleepy. “Laura’s with me.”
“Right. Well, goodnight Roan. Goodnight, Laura.”
Roan smiled at me in the morning, his eyes tired and lifeless. He had gotten no sleep, and I looked about the same. But the sun was out so we had to keep moving. Tents were taken down. The makeshift fire pit was scattered around so it wouldn’t look like anyone had stayed there.
“I have a new theory,” he said in my ear when the four of us were ready to go and had started walking. I carried a heavy bag on my back which housed a tent and a lot of provisions. “Garrett has no motive. Morgan does. She wants you out of the picture.”
“Oh, so you’re just finally noticing that she doesn’t like me.”
“Yeah, honestly, I am. Just, more on red alert now and her tone toward you was cold.”
“But she loved Octavia. Why would she get rid of her?”
“I--”
An arrow whizzed past my ear and Roan pushed me out of harm’s way. It landed in Garrett’s muscular back and he let out a pained shout, a noise I had never heard leave his lips and it was jarring.
I stood, frozen in fear, mouth wide open. I turned around and couldn’t find the owner of the lone arrow, but based on angle, it came from above.
Morgan slipped behind a tree and we followed her.
Another arrow flew down and grazed my hip, cutting open flesh and exposing fresh blood. Morgan stopped suddenly.
She turned around and hissed, long teeth grew out of her mouth. “Yummy! Humans,” she screeched.
Roan and I ran. We ran for our lives. Ran fast. Sprinted. Used every muscle in our legs and our cores to keep moving. Let the adrenaline rush us to somewhere, anywhere, away from this monster that had hidden among us.
The bloodthirsty beast followed us.
We reached a ravine and we slid down quickly but also carefully, avoiding trees as much as possible. My hip ached and my shirt was damp there with blood. I felt gross. Tired. Pained. Unable to find a reason to keep going, but Roan grabbed my hand and pulled me. Forced me to keep myself going or else I would drag us both down to greet death with open arms.
When we were fine, when we were safe, when we knew that Morgan couldn’t get us, Roan stood in front of me, his hands on my arms.
“I’m sorry. I’m the traitor.” And his teeth grew as long as Morgan’s and he bit into my neck.
And I fainted.
Death came quick.
Then I woke up.