Seeking the Humans - Editing

Chapter 8 - What the fuck!?

We had been walking for what seemed like hours. It was getting dark now.

"Lizzie?" Dawson questioned.

"Yes, Dawsy" I teased.

"You haven't called me that, since we were kids." He stopped and faced me. "Don't call me it again." He joked lazily, with a chuckle. "Anyway, we should settle down for the night. You need to rest your leg Lizzie." His tone sounded serious then.

I had completely forgotten about my leg. It was damp, so obviously the ice had melted. Bracing myself for the gruesome sight of it, I slowly but carefully lifted my wet trouser leg.

There was nothing there but a small pinkish scratch. Erm... what?

"Dawson?" I looked away from my leg to see nothing but empty space. He had been standing I front of me, so where had he gone? I hadn't noticed him leave. "Dawson? Dawson, where are-"

"Over here, you nugget brain"

Whipping around 90 degrees, I noticed Dawson standing by a big tree.

"I was thinking here would be a good place for the tent." He gestured to a mediocre size space in front of him.

"Plonker." I sighed. I walked over to him and pointed to my leg, where the small scare had replace the bloody gash. "How did you-"

"what the hell." Dawson rudely butted in. He inspected my leg. "How did you do that-"

"No. How did you do that?" I protested. "How in gods name, did you heel my leg!?" I shuddered at the bitter sound in my voice.

"Lizzie... I don't know." He was worried, I could tell. "I didn't do it on purpose... Wait! That sounded super rude! You know what I mean, right? I didn't intend to heel you... but I would if I knew how. But I couldn't have... because I don't know how. It's impossible."

Now he was just babbling. "Dawson..." I held his hands in mine. "Im sorry for snapping at you before... What I meant to say was - thank you."

He smile toyed at his lips.

"Even if you did or didn't heel it, I thank you. We wouldn't be this far if it weren't for you."

His smile finally broke, and he was gleaming ear to ear.

"Anyway, my little munchkin, this place would be perfect for the tent." I looked to to place he had gestured at earlier.

"If you want to fetch some dry wood and get the fire going, i'll put up the tent." He gulped loudly. "Thank you, Lizzie."

I was about to reply but he had moved over to the other side of the tree. He was pulling the tent out of the bag when I finally spoke. "I'll be back in a few."

"Stay close, Liz."

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When I got back with the last pile of wood, Dawson had finished the tent. He was now lugging a big log towards the other piles of wood I had got.

"Dawson, what's that for?" I asked dumbly, not thinking at all.

"It's to sit on, dumbass."

"Oh right..." I kneeled down to sort out the logs I had previously collected. Then I placed the best logs into a pile. I stood up; lifting my hand so it hovered just above the pile; my skin began to crackle; my vain's became a bright glowing red and I felt the heat multiply in my palm. Fire shot from my hand - The wood on the ground suddenly caught alight. I put my arm down and starred at the slow burning fire I had just created.

"I love how awesome you are!" Dawson said, as he passed between me and to fire, causing me to brake my gaze with it.

"Me? you must be crazy, your powers are better than mine Dawson." I protested.

We sat down on the log and squabbled about who's powers were cooler. I began to set dry leaves on fire, to prove that my powers were ugly and destructive. Dawson was having none of it, and began his lecture. But first he froze each leaf before they could set the whole area alight.

After making sure each leaf was no longer burning, Dawson held my hands in his. "Lizzie... Everything about you is beautiful, including your powers. They are apart of you that gives you your individuality." His stare was meaning full.

At least Dawson was right about some of that. My powers did give me my individuality. Just like how his powers gave him his individuality. Back in Amora everyone looked the same; Same brown hair; Same tanned skin; Same defined features. But it was our powers that made us - well - us. No two people shared the same powers. Your powers defined who you were.

"Thank you Dawson, you're such a good person, with a heart of gold. I love you." It seemed I said those words out loud and not in my head... although me and Dawson were close, I still had never said those three words - Well not in that context anyway. "Dawson, I didn't mean to make you uncom-

I was silenced by a pare of soft lips against mine.

Dawson's arms snaked their way around my waist, as my hands settled around his neck. His kiss was perfect. And hell did I kiss him back. I felt as if I was dying and he was my last breath. Like I had excepted that I was going to die, but I still wanted to go down fighting. He let out soft little groans as I nipped at his lips. After resting my lips against his once more, I kissed him more passionately than before. My arms tightened around his neck as he lifted me into his lap. Not breaking the kiss even for a second. It was perfect.

"Dawson!? Lizzie!? What the fuck!?"