Survive

Chapter 3

Ryder woke up to a face merely inches from hers.

"AHHH! Hunter?" she yelped, shooting upright and looking the smirking 15-year-old in the eyes-well, eye.

"Hello there, Miss Ryder! How are you on this fine morning?" he said, with a horrible impression of Falcon's British accent.

"I'd be better if you weren't here." She growled, rubbing her eyes and glaring.

"Oh, Ryder, you wound me!" he said dramatically, clutching a hand to his heart.

"Shut it, Gold." She said, using his nickname because of his golden eye.

"Ah, well, if you insist!" he said, and did his signature flip off the mat, but instead, landing below hers and onto Falcon's.

Ryder smirked slightly as she listened to Falcon scream, and then the maniacal laughter of Hunter. She stood up, yawning, and picked out her tangled midnight hair out of her face. She jumped down the tree, scaling it and hitting the ground hard. She stood up and brushed herself off, before turning around and finding herself face-to-face with Warrior, a 13-year old with an attitude, and Hunter's younger sister.

"Um, move your sorry rear out of my way." Warrior snapped, crossing her arms.

"Be nicer and maybe I will, brat." Replied Ryder, hands in her jean pockets.

Warrior growled, and grabbed her bow, but Falcon jumped in between them just in time. Warrior immediately lowered her bow, knowing full well Falcon could skewer her in a heartbeat. So, she slung her bow over her shoulder, made a mock bow, and leapt off, jumping from boulder to boulder.

"That bloody twit!" hissed Falcon, and Ryder smirked.

"Now, now, easy on the British Slang. You forgot -I'm Spanish, not English."

"Ya, ya, whatever." He said, looking smug.

"así, ¿qué vamos a hacer hoy, el mejor amigo?" She asked, and he tilted his head in confusión.

"So, what will we do today, best friend?" she repeated, this time in English.

"Um, I don't know, we need to make sure the nutjob siblings don't scare the crud out of us again!" he said, and Ryder laughed softly.

"Yay! That sounds fantastic!" she said sarcastically, before smacking him on the head.

'Ow! What was that for, Rye?" he asked, rubbing his now black eye.

"A stupid idea. Now, we could go practice hunting more!" she suggested, and Falcon nodded approvingly.

"That would be fine. Let's gooooo!" he cheered, and, tossing Ryder on his back, ran off.