Leo & Logan: The Capture (Once Again)

Chapter 4

Leo:

"Grrrr" The growling became even more vicious.

"I certainly hope that isn't your stomach." Logan was half kidding.

"It sounds like.... Mrs. O' Leary." I noticed. "So that means we're dealing with a -"

"- Grrrr"

"Oh, shut up. I'm trying to think, here. Logan, we're dealing with a hell hound."

"Grrrrr." It sounded like multiple monsters were in the hole behind the bush.

"Or a pack of hell hounds." I decided. Logan's arrow wouldn't be of much use close - up to the monsters, so she pulled out her dagger from her charm bracelet. I pulled out a hammer from my toolbelt.

One by one, three hell hounds jumped out of the hole. Every time I saw them, it still surprised me that dogs could be that ginormous. They had scraggly matted brown fur, looked like an overgrown hound dog, and had huge, sharp, long, scary teeth and claws.

"I'll get the biggest one for now. You can get the other smaller ones." I told Logan. She nodded. There was a massive hell hound, followed by a slightly smaller one. Then there was a puppy hell hound, probably the size of a horse. It didn't seem to know what was going on, so she just tried hiding behind a tree. (It wasn't working.)

The biggest one charged at me. I chucked my hammer at it, but he dodged it easily. I was going to have to think of something differently. I threw some fire at it, to buy me some time. I pulled out a hammer, some wire, and a piece of sharp metal. I picked up a stick from the ground. I had all that I needed to make the perfect weapon. To buy me even more time, I chucked a few more fire balls at the beast.

Meanwhile, Logan was getting frustrated. She kept slashing her dagger at it, but the hell hound kept dodging it. Logan was quick, though. She finally slashed it, but that just made the hell hound even more angry. It leaned in and bit her in the arm. Luckily, it wasn't her fighting arm. She winced, but kept on fighting.

I finished my contraption. It was a knife. It had a wooden handle with a metal blade. It wasn't anything amazing, but it would have to do for now. I shot some more fire balls, and the hell houng started limping. Half of the hair on it's body had sizzled away.

While it was not paying attention to me, I got closer and threw my nife at just the right angle. The hell hound was already in bad shape, but with the knife in it, the hell hound started to disinigrate. It swiped it's last claw at my leg, and I started bleeding.

I ran over to Logan to see if she needed any help. She stabbed the hell hound, and it started disinigrating. She turned toward me, looking satisfied.

Logan tried covering her bite mark, but it was bleeding to hard to hide. If her shirt was ever orange, you couldn't tell. It was a dark red now. She was looking pale. There was one last hell hound, but it was not posing as a threat, so I left it alone. I pulled a water bottle from Logan's pack and squirted it on her arm until most of the blood cleared away. It was a nasty bite, three huge teeth, but she would live.

Before another round of blood started coming out, I pulled some cloth from her bag, and wrapped it around her arm. I took a bandage and put it on my leg.

Logan started muttering some spells. Being the daughter of the healing god, Logan knew some healing spells. Her arm stopped bleeding after a few minutes of talking, and she looked a little better. I knew she couldn't heal it completely, though. Then she stopped.

"I've done all that I can. Wow, magic really takes the energy out of me." Logan said sleepily, and fell asleep in my arms. I wrapped a blanket around her, and layed her head against my chest. She slept for about thirty minutes, and I waited patiently. After awhile I gave her some nectar to help the pain, but she still slept.

Why did Logan always have to get hurt? She has almost died two times in the course of less than twenty four hours. I'd rather have it be me than her. She was too much of a great person. Talking about great people... Chelsea was a great person, too. Well, at least great at looking good. Now that I thought about it, I really didn't even know Chelsea that much.

"Thanks, Valdez. For taking care of me." Logan finally woke up. "You're a great friend." Normally, if a boy just saved an average girl, they might give you a kiss. Instead, she punched me. Not the average girl. At least it was playfully.

"How are we gonna keep going?" I asked. "You can't really walk after being so tired, and I would just limp the whole time. And, we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves." Logan thought, then pointed at the puppy hell hound.

"I think we've found a ride."