Sixty-four Little Trouble Makers

Flashback 10 (2/2)

Natives POV.

I sat in the rain thinking about the shot wounds. I haven't heard anything and no normal person was that quiet but me. I remember when Spanish came she was louder then a mountain lion's roar. I look up at see Cherokee and Spain playing in the rain and splashing each other, they were laughing and giggling. It made me happy my 4 and 5 year old's get along, If I have heard anything from Spanish, she says sibling don't get along easily.

I see Spanish come out of one of the tents with a wooded bowl of fruits and berries, she sat next to me and handed me to bowl, looking forwards at the two kids playing. "I'm going back into the woods and looking for that wolf, I'll be back before dawn." I said, standing up. "Please don't go, I don't want you hurt." Spanish pleaded, grabbing my arm." I'm fine sweetie, just watch over those two." I answered back, pulling my arm away and grabbing my spear of the ground. I start walking towards the forest where the wolf had been and observes my surrounding better. I look down and see a shoe print on the ground. Me and the kids don't have shoes and Spanish's have ridges at the bottom, these prints were flat. I followed them until they came to a stop at a creek, I crossed the creek, putting my feet on the cold slippery stones in the creek. I then saw feet prints, which meant they took off their shoes, whoever this was. 

I followed the foot prints before I saw a fire, It was magnificent since it was raining, I see a woman that looked like Spanish grabbing a feather and putting it in a little container, she then started writing in a book. I started circling the spot she was until I was in a bush in front of her, she had three strips of colors across her face and had her long hair in a bun. Her dress was ripped and looked like she tried sewing it with vies but failed. She had bruises across her body and next to her laid a wooden stick with metal, I then recognized it as a gun, like the one Spanish had. She looked up from her book and started straight at me, she then said 

"Je sais que tu es là, je ne suis pas stupide." (I used google translate, sorry if its wrong) I jumped and backed up, afraid she was going to use the gun on me, I have seen what its does. Instead on grabbing it she got up and started walking towards me, I was paralyzed with fear and just stood still, hoping she would not see me. She moved the bush and looked down at me, this was it, she was going to shoot me and I will die, Spanish would have to take care of the kids herself and I would never get to see my baby. But she just looked at me, watched me carefully.

"Quelle langue parlez-vous?" She asked, not moving a muscle and staring down at me. "Don't hurt me please!" I begged, backing up to a tree. "Espagnol, je vois." She said, smiling. " Is this better?" She asked, bending down In front of me. It surprised me she knew Spanish.

"I'm France, I got lost here while traveling, I'm sorry If I invaded your land." France said, holding her hand out. I looked at it confused, Spanish never did this, what do I do. "I-im um I-I'm Native America..." I said quietly, standing up, not taking my eyes off of her. She was a bit taller then I was, but wasn't as tall as Spanish, Spanish was a tree. "By any chance do you have shelter or food? I haven't eaten in a week." France asked, looking at me and smiling. I didn't know if I could trust her, but I did trust Spanish and look were that has gotten me. If  do help her, she will most likely not hurt me, but if I don't she will. "Follow..." I said, walking towards camp, if this person is going to be around, I would like to be around Spanish.

She smiled and ran towards her stuff, putting it in a bag and grabbing her gun. She left the fire burning and ran after me, I was already walking and she hurried up after me, I was praying that she didn't touch me or hurt me until I got to camp. She was humming something and was skipping behind me, I have no clue why she was so happy. When I saw camp I let out a quiet squeak of joy and grabbed her hand running towards came. Spanish must have heard me and popped her head out of the tent, looking tired. Her eyes then widened when she saw France and she hopped out, walking towards us. I let go of Frances hand and looked at her face, it was pure shock. 

"Aunt Spanish?" France asked squeaking. "Hello France, long time no see." Spanish said, hugging her. "This is were you have been? Mom though you died and so did my siblings!" France said, pushing  Spanish away. "Ive been living here with my wonderful wife and children. If you see your mother, tell her those exact words." Spanish said smiling a wicked smile. France was speechless and just stared at Spanish. "I-I wow, one second... Respirez profondément la France" She muttered, turning around. Suddenly Spain ran into France, knocking her over, Spain got off the woman confused then looked at me. "Why is she so weak mama?" I held back a laugh and looked at Spanish who was dying, she was trying to say worlds but was laughing to hard to mange to say anything.

"Sweety, she just is" i said back to him, trying to change the conversation, he looked at her then went back to playing with Cherokee. I helped France up and led her to our spare tent, I sat her down and she sighed, holding her side, "What ever you did to make that kid a rock, you need to teach me." France mumbled, groaning when I touched her hip. "Its easy, make them run around till their energy is low, feed them, repeat, those two play so much that when they are older, I don't think they will be able to leave each others sides." I answered back, closing my eyes and putting my hand softly on Frances bruised hip, I imagined the same spot with no bruises and perfect skin, I felt the tingly sensation in my fingers and closed my eyes tighter, feeling the burning. The burning was new and I don't like it very much, but it doesn't hurt that bad.

I heard France gasp and I opened my eyes, her hip was healed but my hand kept glowing, soon the light started running up my arm and started to burn at my skin. I grabbed my arm and groaned, getting up and walking out of the tent, but the burning just kept getting worse. "SPANISH!" I yelled, in to much pain to try and find her, she quickly ran up to me and grabbed my shoulders. "Whats wrong!?" She said in a worried rush. I tried answering but the pain passed my shoulder and was entering my back, My ears started ringing and my vision became a blur, I heard screaming but couldn't make out what it was saying. I tried keeping my eyes open but they felt like weights were pulling them down, my knees became weak and couldn't hold my body weight, I felt myself falling on Spanish. Then my eyes finally closed, and the world around me went dark, but the pain didn't cease, but grew stronger, I felt my body go limp, and ten I felt nothing, no sounds, no pain, no movement, everything was black.

(Bye my little blood suckers!)

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