The Drop Outs (Wolf)

Chapter 2: Unknown Predator

~~~~Just and FYI this picture is of Hannah.  What do ya guys think :D~~~~

Jenna

        Once me and Khristian got back to the campsite, we found that the opening in front of the cave was empty. Looking around we decided to head into the cave thinking that they all went inside. Since it was dark out, that was the first thought that entered my head. With Khristian still holding my hand, we enter the brightly lit cave. Scanning the area we saw everyone asleep next to the fire. Kimmie, Aryn, and Hannah slept next to each other, Trent and Alec slept on the opposite side of the fire, leaving me and Khristian to sleep next to each other.

        " Looks like me and you are snuggle buddies." said Khristian while wiggling his eyebrows.

        I rolled my eyebrows in response and pulled him with me, quietly over the sleeping bodies. I slipped off my shoes and asked Khristian for one of his t-shirts. Without a word he threw one to me, which I happily threw on before burrowing into my sleeping bag.  I scooted it closer towards Khristian's and gently gripped his hands without looking at him.  Taking one last glance before dozing off, I noticed how both Aryn and Hannah had bruises covering their faces as if they had fought while me and Khristian were away.  Not wanting to become restless and without sleep, I simply shrugged away any theories and closed my eyes, waiting for the blissful darkness that I knew to take me away from here.

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Hannah

        Once Jenna had left with tears in her eyes, I felt furious-both with her for saying such rude things, and myself for letting my temper get the better of me-as I stared at the now empty spot where she had stood.

        "Way to go, Hannah." spat Khristian before he sprinted after her.  I grinded my teeth together in anger, which made me wince with annoyance at the crackling sound of bone clicking together.  I scoffed in fury and walked away from the shock filled group into the other direction to the forest.  As I went deeper into the woods, I felt the rage and anger build up even more as if every step was one level of anger.  I felt like hitting something or someone, but I also felt like crying by how frustrated I was.  Running a hand through my hair, I took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, but it wasn't working like it should have.  I let out a feral growl of rage, but it sounded more of a groan that came from a person after sex or something.  Looking for something hard, my eyes landed on a tree that was about fifty yards away from me.  In a matter of five large strides, I was already slamming my fists into the rock hard tree.  I didn't feel the pain that should have been on my hands and knuckles, but the adrenaline that was coursing throughout my body didn't seem to let the pain show.  I punched repeatedly into the tree until I heard a rustling from behind me.

        "You want to use me instead of a tree?" asked Aryn as she poked her head out of some of the high bushes that surrounded us.  I blinked a couple of times, staring at her, then looking at my blood covered hands before I slowly nodded my head in agreement.  Aryn and I took a fight stance as we slowly started making a circle while staring at each other-Aryn with sympathy and cautiousness, and me with anger and sorrow-before we started striking.  Aryn threw her arm up and connected it to my chin.  The force of the blow made my head bend upward in a snapping motion, blood trickling down the corner of my mouth.  I snarled loudly before landing a blow at her chest, and another into her cheek.  The fight lasted for about a solid fifteen minutes before we finally stopped, breathless and leaning on each other for support. 

        "You feel any better?" asked Aryn breathless as she stood straight and stared at me with a blank expression.  Staring back at her, I thought for a minute to myself about myself and then my actions.