Everyone knew Jack was a foster child and that he wasn't close with most of his foster families. But what if there was one he was close with and could have stayed with if not for a certain issue. Read this story to find out.
Jack was minding own business one night. The King Wretch had gotten into his mind again. He didn't tell his friends. Only Rover, his big, friendly dog. He went outside to think, process, get some fresh air and maybe face the wretch again. Star-gazing. It reminded him of someone.
"That King Wretch put pictures like one of that magic box. Aw, geez. Here come the memories. And now I'm walking in the woods. Alone. Looking at stars. Like...shoot." Thought Jack to himself.
There went a rustle. Jack turned around. Another rustle. Jack turned. A woosh. And Jack spun behind him. He kept his eyes open, but he could barely see anything. There went a growl and something with large talons jumped on him.
It lashed at him as Jack tried to push the thing off of him. Jack screamed in both pain and fright. It seemed like forever trying to keep his face from being bitten off. But then there was a slicing sound and the creature whined and fell backwards. There was more slicing sounds and more whines and then a kid's scream and then all the noise stopped except for the two thuds on the ground. He fumbled and reach for his walkie until he found it.
"Hey, guy? I found something. You should come see this. I'm in the forest." He said into the walkie.
He walked over to the two bodies and got down to inspect them. He couldn't see, but he could feel. He turned the furry creature over like in those movies. But all he could do was fumble around in the dark. Soon his friends showed up with flashlights. Bardle, Skaelka and Hunter were with them.
"Seriously Jack? You did not bring a flashlight? I thought you weren't this stupid." Said June standing over his shoulder.
"Woah. What is this?" Remarked Dirk pointing his flashlight at the monster on the ground.
"OH MY GOSH! A HUMAN!" Quint remarked, shining his light at the sight of a figure lying on the ground.
Everyone came to have a closer glance. It was not every day, or in this case, EVER you get to see another human other than your friends.
"Does this one need his or her head removed? 'Cause I can do that!" Offered Skaelka.
"No, Skaelka. I'm sure this one does not need any slicing of her little neck." Answered Hunter turning to give Skaelka an annoyed look.
"She has blood on her hands. And is that a knife by her hand?" June commented. She pointed with her finger, not her flashlight and by the down kid's hand was a long, bloody knife.
This child had light colored skin with freckles all over. Her hair was brown in different shades. He mouth was a light red and her eyes closed, not shut. She had a white shirt, a cream colored shawl with cloak pin holding it in place and a necklace around her neck. That necklace had one bead which was shaped like a wooden square with a picture of a winged human being.
Jack looked over her and gasped.
"What, Jack? What is it, friend?" Quint asked.
Jack nearly choked. "I'll tell you guys later. Right now, let me grieve that WE'RE STANDING IN THE PRESENCE OF A DEAD KID!" And everyone started screaming except the monsters and the humanwings.
Bardle inspected the body. "She's not dead, idiots." He scolded.
The gang heaved a sigh of relief. Jack's sigh of relief being the heaviest.
"Jack, it seems as if you recognize her. Care to explain?" Bardle asked.
Everyone turned and looked at Jack.
"I'll explain when we after we get back to the treehouse. Before that..." replied Jack.
He went over to the limp girl and took off her backpack.
"Jack! What are you doing?" June hissed.
He opened the dark blue and green leaved backpack and looked through. Everyone gave him a shocked look. He rummaged through the bag until he found a wooden box with carvings all around in leaf shapes painted in dark and light shades of green and dark brown for the branches and a black metal hinge.
"You still have yours and I still have mine." Thought Jack to himself. He kept his mind somewhere until he heard Dirk exclaim,
"Hey! Why do I always have to carry the unconscious people?"
