Treason

Six

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Well, nobody was there defending it last night, so I'm sure someone raided it for supplies. They'd be an idiot not to," he replied stiffly, climbing down swiftly. I stayed quiet, knowing that he was angry. Because of me. I was the one who slowed him down from getting to his camp.

Shouldn't he have hid his supplies though?

Before wandering "conveniently" to where I was? What was he doing that led him to finding me, IF I do believe (which I haven't) his cover story?

Suspicious indeed. I felt like I should've rubbed my chin and raised an eyebrow.

As we climbed down, I realized that today was my second day in Treason, and surprisingly enough I was still alive. If it weren't for Daniel, I'd be chopped up and probably roasting on a fire somewhere or at the bottom of a lake. Hell, now that I think about it, I owe Daniel.

Not something I want to dwell on.

"So, how far is camp from where we are?" I decide to break the silence.

"Not that far, maybe thirty minutes away." He looks up to grin at me. "We could've made it last night, if someone didn't slow us down," Daniel teased.

"Sorry for being new to all this," I scoffed. "It's not like I just got dumped here randomly or anything." I add sarcastically.

"Speaking of that, why did you come here? No offense, but you don't look like the criminal type." He asks as he jumps from the lowest branch and on to the forest floor- ten feet down.

I shake my head at him, he's seriously not human.

"That's the thing! I didn't do anything wrong!" I exclaimed, frustrated. "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have been kidnapped." I whisper, finding my shoes suddenly interesting.

"Newbie, whatever happened to you is in the past. When you get to Treason, everything from before disappears." His eyes darken, saddened by some thought. "You focus solely on survival- that's it," he says shortly, pivoting on his foot and walking away.

"Hey! Wait up!" I call out to his retreating figure.

"This better not be another fucking test," I mutter, looking at the daunting ground ten feet below me warily. How the heck did he just jump off? I'll probably break my leg if I try.

I hesitate, taking one foot off the branch that I'm squatting on. I quickly put it back on the branch, heart racing faster. I groan loudly, this is impossible! Who knew I was scared of heights?

I take a deep breath, calming my nerves. I shakily let go of the branch with my hands, wobbling slightly. Another deep breath, and I let myself fall forward, limbs flaying crazily.

Oh god this was such a bad idea. A short scream escapes my throat as I watch the ground rush up to meet me. I try to put legs in front of me to break my fall, but I can't move. I'm immobilized by fear, about to make Melissa splatter on the ground. I clench my eyes shut, praying for it to just end quickly. What a cowardly way to go, I think to myself before I make contact with something hard. Knocking the breath right out of me.

I gasp, frantically trying to get oxygen back into my lungs. Trying to make my diaphragm not feel like it was just socked. My eyes are still clenched, body stiff as I lie there on the floor trying to recollect my bearings.

Ugh, what a rush that was. I push myself off the floor, coughing twice, and rest my head between my legs. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

My head snaps up to sound of slow clapping.

Clap...Clap...Clap.

It's Daniel, leaning against a tree, arms crossed with a smirk marring his perfect features.

"Well that was quite the show," he says, grinning now. "Especially the whole spasming of the limbs thing," he chuckles," Nice touch."

I glare daggers at him.

I open my mouth to scold him for not helping, when I hear high pitched giggling to the right of me.

I freeze.

I slowly, not making one sound, turn my head to the right.

There, not five feet away from me is a skinny, frail looking woman. Wild, matted black hair hangs in her face in a greasy, unkempt way. Her wide eyes glint with a sort of madness I don't ever want to experience. She's deranged- an animal. And she's holding a two foot curved blade.

Pointed at me.

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A/N: CLIFFHANGERRRR!!!! I've always wanted to do one. Haha thanks for all the reads. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!! FAN. VOTE. COMMENT.

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