The Conrell Clan

Chapter 8

That would change in a matter of hours. But I didn't know that yet. So I went on, Scott close behind me. Climbing down the vine ladder, picking one another up off the ground when they tripped over a rock or crack. he was following me, and occasionally I would follow him. I was often in front of him, and about every five minutes he would throw me against the moss, my sweat soaked hair making the already damp moss even more wet. We were walking for a while, until we were both so exhausted we were almost forced to sit down. It seemed purely coincidental that we both lost the will to move in unison. He was trying to rub a small vial of ointment onto his bruises and scars. I helped him reach his back, and he jokingly grabbed my arm while I did it. He dangled me along the ten foot cliff that the Dreadman had fallen down into.

    "I wouldn't recommend joining that guy." Scott pointed to the Dreadman's limp, yet not less horrifying body in between verses of his trademark guffaw. He had had so many phases of it in the past few days that I almost knew what sound was going to come next. A shriek, then covering his mouth until his face turned red and he was shaking, touching his stomach and almost showing off his shaking torso, an average series of laughs, finally a last sound like a dying gorilla, and repeat. To show the intervals, Scott would start gasping for air and reduce the giggling to a slight chuckle. Meanwhile, I was being tossed and turned, clinging onto Scott like he was my only method of survival. In this case, he sort of was.

    But after three entire phases, Scott returned to an average human being and hoisted me back, muttering under his breath, "Whoa, you almost fell there." It was almost as if he was relieved. He would make a great actor. I imagined a big billboard, with Scott's face on it, reading Paledon-born Scott Vanae, the brand new superstar! And the surrounding trees would have little messages dedicated to him, like Me + Scott surrounded by a heart, and My absolute favourite actor! I also can't forget I am future Mrs. Vanae!

    I rolled my eyes at the thought. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me!" Scott shouted with a southern accent. "I wasn't insulting you!" I fought back. He looked at me and tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows shooting up. "I don't think you have the right to talk trash with me!" I couldn't help but laugh. It was all a joke. Suddenly, Scott lifted me up and hit me a little hard onto the moss. He pinned me to it, and put down his head as if to ram into my stomach. Instead, to my surprise, he rubbed his sweaty hair in my face. I wasn't angry, but I had stopped laughing. In unison, we pointed both fingers at each other and yelled, "Don't ever do  that again!"

    Scott had let go of me, and I was just getting off the moss wall when a sudden kick to the chest sent me flying back. I opened my eyes, and Scott was next to me on the wall, Denver in front of both of us. "Can you guys not act like three-year-olds!" She was really angry. "What if they attacked you when Otto was on the edge! You both would have been dead!"

    Through panted breaths, I managed to say "I didn't do anything! Where on earth were you! If they would have attacked right now? What if they attacked you! You only have a knife!" She looked down, thinking of something to yell back. "Fine, you're off the hook." She looked at Scott, and glared at him. "You, however, aren't." He chuckled, saying back to her, "What exactly is your purpose, pinning me to a moss wall while my sweat drips more and more on you?"

    Her determined look did not crack the slightest bit. "I'm not going to let go until there's some sense drilled into you." His agravating smile changed to a look of true anger, so much that he could have thrown her off of him and she would have fallen off the rock. "What do you think I am? A comical killing machine?  I'm a human being! All three of us are! I helped Otto get into this, and I am getting him out. So, unless you want to walk away right now, I'll help my new friend find his brother, or die trying." With that, he shoved her off and yelled to me. "Otto, come on. We got a water park to get to!"