Camp Guerre

Chapter 4

The first thing Augustus did was splutter. Splutter really loudly, forcing his way out of my tight grasp. I could feel my anger boiling inside me, and I pulled his hair back down even harder than before, making his face look up at me. His eyes held fear, before quickly switching to anger when he saw my face. I growled at him, tightening my grip on his hair and he yelped.

"Stop! Autumn!" Adrian called out from behind me, and I glared even harder at Augustus in response. He was so annoying, he knew I was going to video Darren, so he blocked the view just to irk me. And it worked. Fear was in Augustus' eyes again, and there was pleading making it's way into there. I wasn't going to let this go, though.

I pulled his head back again, and he whimpered lightly, before pushing him as far away from me as I could. He rushed forward, trying not to trip over all of the sticks laying around in the floor, but failed miserably. As soon as he face planted, I noticed the crowd that was starting to gather, but I didn't really care. Augustus would die.

"Autumn!" It was Darren this time, and he was making his way over to me, "you don't want to do this..."

"I do" I answered flatly, anger starting to build up again, "and if you take one more step, you can have the pleasure of being on the receiving end aswell"

That made him stop, and he started to back up whilst sending Augustus an apologetic look. I growled again, ready to pounce on Augustus, and turned to see him struggling to get up. I let him.

As soon as he was standing, and had wiped the left over dirt from he side of his mouth, he looked at me with a pure glare of anger. Good. I thought, now we can have a fair fight.

Augustus made the first move, running up to me, his arm readying to punch. I almost groaned at how obvious he was being, but rather ducked as his arm swung over me, to where my head was previously. I quickly kneed him in the stomach, lifting my head up as quickly as I could and hitting his head with my own. He groaned loudly, one hand already on his stomach, and another reaching up to his forehead, stumbling backwards.

I grunted at him, before fixing him with another glare as he looked back up at me, dropping his both hands. He readied himself, a look of anger back on his pained face. I held back a smirk: I was winning.

Augustus moved first, once again, and I already knew what he was going to do. Years of training helped with this- helped with knowing the exact moves my opponent was going to make. I ducked and moved to my left as soon as he reached, missing his heavy punch and side blow by a few centimetres. He was starting to annoy me, thinking he could punch me so hard. I'll show him a punch. In a millisecond, I was up, swinging my arm as hard as I could towards his face. He collapsed immediately on impact, his voice escaping in a strangled scream. I ignored the pain in my clenched fist, and looked at him, spitting on the ground next to him.

"Next time you'll learn not to mess with me, Augustus" I said, as mercilessly as I could, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away blood that was starting to leak from his nose. He didn't answer, but merely looked at me with an emotion I couldn't decipher. It was like a pleading look, with annoyance, anger and admiration all in one.

I turned, walking back towards where Jayd was standing next to Darren, grabbing her arm and dragging her in the direction I assumed the cabin was. She looked at me with fear, and I pushed her forward slightly.

"Take us back to the cabin, now." I commanded, not in the mood for her bad comebacks or whines. She nodded quickly, obviously realising, and started making her way to the cabins.

Thankfully, she didn't talk.

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I know, this is a really short chapter... but I hope you enjoyed!

The next chapter will be longer :)

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

PHOTO OF ADRIAN^