BAD WOLF

Chapter 18

P.O.V of Marquez

A woman is around Marquez's arms as they both sleep. Her soft oak colored hair running down her soft tan shoulders and the tips of her hair touch the middle of her shoulder blades. She smiles as she wakes up and rubs her left thumb on his arm. She turns her body around and softly kisses his forehead. A small child runs in with her arms stretched out as she runs to the woman. The child smiles and crawls into the bed with Marquez and the woman. "Why doesn't daddy wake up on time? He told me that he was going to help me cook breakfast." the small child says as she pouts. The woman smiles and gets out of the bed as she walks towards the doorway. "I am going to start the fire in the fireplace okay sweetie. Try to wake daddy up before it's too late to eat breakfast." the woman says as she smiles a warm welcoming smile. The woman leaves and walks down the hallway. The small child looks at Marquez and smiles. She looks at his face and sits in front of his face and leans her head down tickling Marquez's nose with her long light brown hair. The child giggles and smiles " wake up daddy... Wake up"

Marquez quickly wakes up and he gets dragged down into the water. The cold water doesn't make a difference to him as his whole body is numb. He gets pushed up to the surface and back down again as the current of the river is to strong for him to keep afloat. Once again Marquez is pushed up to the surface as he gasps for air. He looks around trying to find a rock or something to grab a hold of. A rock barely poking out of the water is the only thing he sees as he tries to position himself to the rock. The freezing cold wind pierces his numb skin as he gets closer and closer to the rock. Marquez grabs the rock as the sharp edges cut deep into his hand. The cold water fills the cuts and the warm blood flows down the river never to be seen again. His drenched clothes weigh him down as he tries with all of his strength to climb on top of the rock. Marquez finally gets onto the rock looking around to see if there is any land that is near him so he doesn't have to drift further down the river.

He looks to the left and sees a shallow area that is possible for him to swim to if he wasn't tired and fully numb to the bone. Marquez growls and thinks to himself as he gets back into the water as he holds onto the roc. MArquez puts his right foot onto the rock and pushes off it as he swims for his life trying to beat the strong current. He gets closer and closer the the shore but his muscles were already tired and the current beats him down. He gets pushed farther down the current and he drifts into a split of the river. Soft sand brushes his boots and he is placed onto land. Marquez slowly gets up and slowly walks through the snow. Blood drips down his fingertips and into the glistening white snow. Marquez looks at the sky and he a shadow of hopelessness fills his thoughts. The snow crunches softly as he keeps walking trying to get the thought of doubt out of his mind. The warm blood warms only the part that it drips down as he tries to move his hands. Alpha looks at Marquez .

"You need a fire before you lose your finger from frostbite" Alpha says as he lays his head down.

Marquez looks around trying to find somewhere to make a firepit and somewhere to rest fo the night.Marquez growls as he doesn't see a great area but walks to the area that will do the best at keeping the fire going until he can feel his body again. The smell of pine needles fill his nostrils as he grabs branches that seem dry enough to start a fire with. He moves his feet to clear the snow and he places the branches down onto the ground. Marquez hands shake as he reaches into his his pocket to grab his flint and steel. His hands shake as he grabs the wet flint and steel. Marquez takes it out and hits them together trying to start the pile of branches. The wind blows quickly as Marquez tries to start the fire. Sparks fly onto the pine on the branches but nothing happens. Again he strikes the flint harder and harder after every strike. He growls as the pines don't ignite from the dancing sparks. Marquez growls and strikes harder breaking the flint in half. He looks at the broken half and yells in rage as he throws it into the woods.