Fate ( L.S )

Chapter 2

(A/N: Please keep in mind that Harry isn't completely mentally stable in this story. He will do and say things that are weird)

Louis was stunned. No scratch that. He was beyond stunned.

Louis had been through a lot of things in his life, but he had never experienced anything even remotely close to being thrown over a stranger's back and carried off to god knows where.

When he was finally able to refocus his mind on the situation at hand, he quickly began struggling against his confinement. He banged his small fists on the tall man's bare back all the while kicking his tiny feet into the warrior's hard stomach. Louis was desperate for an escape. However, since the man didn't react to his mild abuse, he knew he was going to have to behave even meaner by increasing his efforts. To be honest, he really really really didn't want to actually full out fight this beast of a man. But then again, what other choice did he have if he didn't want to be captured?

Suddenly a brilliant albeit childish idea popped into his head. Louis smirked devilishly and pushed himself back, moving his legs further down the man's body so that his little foot could inch lower. Then he swung his leg back, away from the man's torso with as much strength as he could, only to let gravity bring it back with twice as much force slamming right into the man's crotch like an iron boomerang.

The warrior immediately reacted by doubling over in pain, his hands reflexively releasing Louis to cup his injured crotch. Louis didn't wait a second before he catapulted off the man's body and sprinted away from the gigantic warrior, running faster than he had ever run before in his entire life.

Louis continued to press on despite the fact that his feet were killing him, and that his eyes were shedding uncontrollable tears that were raining down his flushed cheeks. A few minutes later he decided to stop so that he could catch his breath and rest his tiny feet, figuring that he had put enough distance between him and his captor. He then leaned on a tree and slowly glided down the side of it, his mind still in complete shock and his body still high off of adrenaline to take notice of the tree's bark scratching his back, painting it with angry red stripes.

After he finally regained his breath and collected his thoughts, his heart filled with guilt, weighing him down like a rock. He had left little Peter in the hands of those cruel men. He began crying again, knowing he would never be able to return home knowing he left the poor helpless boy in the hands of that enemy tribe! He had to go back and rescue Peter from those despicable warriors.

He got up on his aching feet again and began jogging slowly back to where he had last seen the frightened child. When he got closer he began getting second thoughts. What if the leader of the tribe caught him again? And what if he decided to punish him for running off? What if he -- Louis' thoughts were suddenly cut off by a loud angry scream that echoed through the trees. The distressed call sounded like a wounded animal that had lost his precious prey. But Louis couldn't let this strange cry nor his fearful thoughts distract him, he had to save Peter!

So he got down on all fours and began crawling quietly toward the tribe, praying to whatever gods above that he wouldn't get caught. To Louis' pleasant surprise the warriors hadn't left the place that he had last saw them. Louis took a quick look around and then found a big bush to hide behind. Once he got settled beneath its foliage, he grabbed some leaves and pushed them apart so he could see what was happening on the other side.

Louis was shocked by the sight before him. It wasn't Peter nor one of the warriors who had been screaming their lungs out. No, it was the curly haired man who had grabbed him! And the big bad warrior looked completely broken, sitting on the jungle floor and crying like a child, hugging his knees and hiding his head in his arms. He kept yelling at the other men who had circled around him in concern. However. Louis couldn't make out his words his tall captor was saying, for they were impossible to decode due to the fact that he was whimpering pathetically. The others seemed to be trying to understand his mumbled speech as well asking the warrior to repeat himself. And then all of a sudden, the leader ripped his head out of it's hidden place and shouted ferociously, "I SAID TO FIND HIM NOW!"

Louis' blood ran cold when he realized that the man was talking about him. Why did warrior want his men to drag him back? What if they succeeded? Were they could kill him?

Louis shook his head, trying to shake off his worried thoughts. He then looked around, searching for the little boy that was the cause of this mess. And there he was sitting and crying with one of the men, who was tightly holding the child in his muscular arm, preventing the boy from any chance of escape. Louis immediately felt all his hopes of quickly getting Peter and running away die. How was he going to get Peter now? He began searching his brain for solutions to his new dilemma.

But just as he was about to give up, his prayers were answered! The curly-haired man spasmed violently, his tantrum having escalating more as the minutes continued to tick by, resulting the man who was holding Peter to let him go wanting to escape his leaders angry wrath. Peter being the angel that he was, ran to help calm the madman before he could explode on everyone. Louis, seeing his chance, took it by running out of the bushes as silently as he could. When he made eye contact with Peter, he placed his pointer finger on his lips to indicate that he had to be quiet so that Peter wouldn't expose him. The little boy nodded his head in understanding, and while the warriors were distracted he grabbed the boy's hand and together attempted to get away from the six warriors.

They were almost completely out of the tribe's sight when Peter - being the clumsy boy that he was - tripped over a big rock, making Louis stop in his tracks. Peter's little bare toes had hit the stone directly causing him to let out a loud cry of pain. Before Louis could even think to pick up Peter and continue running, he heard the crazy man scream out, "THERE HE IS! GET HIM!!!" But no one moved, everyone too stunned by the crisis at hand. So the psychotic leader yelled again "GET HIM! RIGHT NOW!!!"

And that seemed to do the trick because not a second later Louis and Peter got tackled to the ground by five huge warriors. And before Louis could blink it he was back in the arms of the crazy man, his gigantic hands secured around his waist and Louis' feet dangling above the ground.

"BAD WIFE! You can't just leave me!" the tall warrior screamed angrily at him. But there was also something more in his voice. Sadness maybe? He couldn't tell.

He assumed that the man wasn't entirely stable or mentally sound. And what was up with the whole wife thing? Louis certainly was not his wife. In fact according to his tribe's customs, he wasn't even old enough to get married!

Louis' thoughts were quickly interrupted by his captor. "Hey! Listen to me," the large man said tapping Louis' nose to his attention. "I'm being very serious here, I don't want you to run away ever again. And your kick really hurt me!" He pouted. Louis rolled his eyes. He didn't even feel guilty. He knew that if his mom was here she would scold him badly for his attitude, but what mama didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

When Louis got out of his little bubble he realized that he was still trapped in the arms of the leading warrior. So he began struggling again, trying to wiggle out of the man's strong grip.

"Let me down, you big frog!" The tall man looked deeply offended, his lips cast down in a frown at the amphibian insult. "My name's Harry! And for your information, I'm not a frog. If anything you are a tiny hedgehog!" he declared and then patted Louis' head cutely, happy that his new pet was finally back in his arms.

Now it was Louis' turn look offended by the animal comparison. He was just about to come up with another smart remark, but was interrupted by a warrior who approached Harry's side. "Your Highness, What do you want to do with the boy?"

Harry looked at them, as if they were stupid. "I want to take my wife home of course," he said as if it weren't obvious enough. Louis was just about to freak out over this whole 'Wife' thing when the blond haired warrior responded, "I meant the little one, sir."

Harry looked at Peter who was currently imprisoned in the man's cruel iron grip. "Ooohh I don't know, just leave him here," the leader replied dismissively. But Louis wasn't having any of that! He knew that Peter couldn't make it back to his tribe all by himself, and who knows what animals would eat him after dark.

"No! You can't leave him here, he won't be able to find his way home," Harry looked like he was thinking deeply about the dilemma. "I don't care," he snapped childishly. And with that he grabbed Louis closer to himself and walked with his men towards his own home.

A/N: So that was chapter two! Hope you guys liked it. Tell us what you think! We hope to update soon.

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