Chapter Four: Maple
"Yeah...but what if you cant hold my weight?" I asked, nervous. I was going to just out of a huge tree to be caught by a total stranger. What is there to be nervous about? Hash tag SARCASM!!!!!
He walked over to me and picked me up. "I can carry your weight." He, confidently, said. He helped me up and walked me over to the balcony. I was going to jump off a balcony, into a random and strange boy's arms, after his dad shot me! How much weirder could this get?
"Ready?" he asked, once he was at the bottom of the tree.
"No." I said, quietly. Ten feet up, what was I supposed to do? Sit in a tree house with a bullet permanently lodged in my arm?
I walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down. Ten feet. If he dropped me, I would die. One chance to live. I had to jump. I would die, or have a chance of living. I jumped. I closed my eyes and waited. But I didn't hit the ground. I fell into someone's arms. I opened my eyes and saw Brody.
He didn't even flinch. "How many times have you caught girls jumping out of tree?" I asked.
"About 40." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's a short walk to my house. We can get my car and drive to the hospital. Do you know where a close one is?"
"Yeah. But you're not driving me. I wrecked your hand. And I don't exactly feel like dying right now. So we can walk."
"Is it close?"
"Yeah. So, your name is Brody...right?"
"Yeah. And you're Maple?"
"Yup."
And with that, we walked to the hospital. We walked out of the woods, past my family's house.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing at my house.
"Oh, that's my family's house. It's where I grew up." I said, remembering all the fond memories I had in that house. I smiled slightly. "No one else lives there. The other werefoxes live in one house. The "pack" house."
"Can I ask a question?"
"Yeah."
"What-"
"Wait. You just asked a question. "Can I ask a question?" Get it? You asked a question."
He thought for a moment. Then realized that I was right. "can I ask tow questions? In addition to this one and the last one!" I started laughing but nodded. "What are you? And what's a werefox?"
"I am a werefox. A werefox is a real magical creature. Werewolves aren't real. But, for some reason, people seem to think fantasies are better than reality.
"Yeah. I'm one of them. I've always wanted you to be a person. But now I know you're a fox and a person."
"Yeah. Me too. Can I ask a question? In addition to that one I mean."
"Yes."
"Why do you all kill us? We're harmless!"
"Well...I don't. everyone else does though. Why? Because they killed...my mom." He said. His eyes started to get watery and as did mine. I knew exactly what it was like.
"I'm so sorry. Both of my parents died in a hunting accident. But...can I ask a follow up question? Why haven't you killed me? Or turned me in or whatever?"
"Because. You're not like the kind that would kill. You're so sweet! And nice! And non-murderous!" we both laughed a little bit but I had a question nagging at the back of my head. "Besides, I saw. It was only two."
"What did the two foxes look like?" Even though I was 99.999% sure of who it was, I still asked.
"One had brown eyes, the other had green. They were both dark orange. Almost brown."
"I know who they are."
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Fantasy..."you're all he has left. And he's all you have left." "I have you, now." "Awe. How cliché." We both started laughing. It was like an unspoken agreement, to be cliché. Probably because there was nothing cliché about us. Two werefoxes. They stare a...
