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Revenge - GoodTimesWithScar & Grian

Running through the hot sandy desert, I chase after Martyn and Ren. Both being low on health, carrying pockets full of stolen items from Monopoly Mountain, where Scar, Grian and I live. Loading my crossbow, a gift from Grian, I aim it, just barely missing the top of Martyns head.

"Give it back Ren or I swear I'll burn Renchanting to the ground!" I shout in an attempt to deter their mission. As the chase continues, we end up running through the dense forest surrounding the Sandlands. Unaware of my enemies trajectory, I continue my pursuit, loading my crossbow multiple more times, firing, and missing as they duck and dodge. Finally, reaching into my satchel I extract a small vial of light tealish liquid, preparing to throw it at my feet, but before I can follow through with the action, three figures appear suddenly in front of me. I quickly stop my run, dropping the vial in order to grasp my sword, swinging it out in front of my frame just in time to block the sword of Skizzle. I gasp at his brute force. They were leading me into a trap. Pushing with a large amount of force, I'm able to knock his balance off for a moment, allowing me space from them, regaining my composure. Standing in ready positions a few meters in front are Etho, BigB, and Skizzle, with Martyn and Ren standing a few feet behind them, smiling wickedly. Looking down at my wrist, a red heart glowing ominously, the moment sinks in. I'm sorry Scar...I'm sorry Grian. I guess I won't be home in time for dinner.

Grians POV

A sudden crack of lightning and roar of thunder catches me slightly off guard. That means... I stand from my seat in our little cooking area, making my way through the door and outside. Standing at the edge of the cliff just in front of the 'castle' overlooking the Sandlands, I squint my eyes looking for the familiar head of H/C locks. A few moments pass and nothing happens. Biting my lip with nervousness, I hear a door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps.

"Wow, she's never late for dinner! And I even made her favorite. How dare she stand both of us up!" Scar exclaims playfully, clearly not as worried as I currently am. I feel my lips quirk up into a subtle smile, before going straight once more. Scar nudges my shoulder with his. "I'm sure she's fine. Probably just got lost, or caught up chatting with Scott or someone like that!" I nod. Glancing at his face, I see his concern and worry being masked by his playful, happy exterior.

"Yeah, you're probably right..."

"Oh my goodness! Did ya hear that everybody? He said I was right!" I laugh at his dramatics, shaking my head. "Oh look! Speak of the guy and he shall appear!" Looking up in confusion, I spot Scott, Cleo, Bdubs, and...

"Oh god..." Quickly, I ran towards the stairs, Scar hot on my tail, rushing down them with immense speed. Touching down onto the shifting sand, I break off into a sprint, heading towards the small group. Cleo and Bdubs stand a few feet away as Scott gently lowered a figure onto the ground, kneeling beside. I feel my body go rigid and my feet stick to the floor as I take in her H/C hair, earthy toned clothes and...

"No..." I choke out, one of my hands covering my mouth. There on her wrist sits an empty heart. Taking shakey steps forward, I sink to my knees beside her head. Carefully, I pull her torso up into my arms, leaning over her cold body in a tight embrace, tears streaming down my face. Nearly silent sobs rack my body, shaking hers as well as everything sinks in.

"What happened...?" I just barely hear Scar ask, still a few feet behind me.

"I just found her...No one else was in the area."

"We heard a commotion. Lots of yelling so we went to look, but we must have been too late as Scott was already there, assessing the situation." Cleo adds in.

"I-I also found this." Glancing up, I see a crossbow. Her crossbow.

"Ren." Scar declares coldly. As my sobbing calms, I look back at him, stone cold face set in a fearful determination.

"How do you know for sure?" Scott asks. Walking forward, Scar kneels down beside me, gently reaching into her jacket pocket and extracting a spyglass.

"I gave this to her, after stealing it from Martyn." I furrow my brow. "When I went to see if she was still asleep in the room earlier, I saw this was gone. She always kept it there, there's actually a layer of dust around where she had it." He huffs out a dry and breathy laugh, " They must have lured her away by stealing it and some other stuff."

"But, why? Why her?" Cleo asks.

"Cause they knew she'd be alone..." I murmur, sudden guilt flooding me.

"What do you mean? Aren't you three almost always together?" Bdubs this time questioned.

"Yeah, we're almost always together. But this morning we wanted to let her sleep in so we left to do some small tasks. They must have seen us leave." I spoke quietly, my voice cracking. I hear a deep intake of breath come from Scar before he stands up. Squatting down and carefully sliding his arms underneath her knees and back, he picks her up, leaning her against his chest. I stand, taking the crossbow gingerly from Scott, muttering a quick thank you to all of them, then taking after Scar as he carries her back to Monopoly Mountain.

"What are we going to do now...?"

"We're going to properly bury her."

"And then?" Taking another deep breath, he speaks in a much darker tone,

"And then revenge."

...

Walking just past the wreckage of the castle, its creator so deep it would kill you, I stop just a few feet in front of what could be passed off as a large piece of sandstone sticking out of the ground. But it's not. Cautiously I advance the rest of the way forward and lean down in front of the sandstone head marker, her name carefully carved into its layers. Shifting my hands around the brim of Scars hat resting in my grasp, I bring it up to the top and place it there, shifting it where it wouldn't blow off. Sighing, I reach into my satchel, her satchel, and extract a rolled up cotton blanket with white, red and green stripes, placing it at the foot of her tombstone. Lastly, I pull off my earthy toned shoulder poncho, draping it on one side of the stone, and letting it dip down to the other, being careful as to not cover up the words. Looking over my work once more I nod to myself. She would've loved it. They both would've. Keeling forward, I press my forehead to its smooth and flat surface, a small sad smile on my lips.

"See you both very soon."