Defying Death

Chapter 9

After I dry my tears I let my anger engulf me.

"How could you, you monster?" I bark but the anger soon drained out of me. "Why? Just why? What was the point, couldn't you see? He was just a boy" I say, the last part coming out shrill.

Flavius rolls his eyes and sighs. "Look he didn't have any money and we probably would fetch a good price for our head I wasn't going to risk our safety for a dirty kid," I gasp at him when did he become so heartless even though it did kind of make sense bounty hunters were after us and we didn't know if the kid was working for someone. I hug Beatha who had been asleep this whole time.

Flav sighed again walking over to me, I stiffened slightly "Look, he might have been innocent but he would have also slowed us down" He patted my back "I'm sorry to say this but it could have cost Beatha's life, we don't know how long she has left". I nodded slightly and suspire he was doing it for us. "Just next time tell me, there are other ways to keep someone quiet". He quirked an eyebrow "Like what, cut his tongue out? That is way more ethical, right? He asked me sarcastically.

"I would think of something" I replied hotly. He rolled his eyes, I was livid but I didn't bother arguing back we needed to move. I would win an argument another day, I might just punish him by eating the food, but he would only get more grumpy on an empty stomach.

I full on smirk. I go to the stream to wipe my sticky face, my clothes, and red-stained hands. It wasn't that I forgot the reason for my tears it's just that I knew that there was no point pondering about it.

We walk for a bit more and then find a spot to settle down, our second night on the run. It isn't like the first night, it isn't as comfy but at least we weren't empty tummies, even though we didn't have anything left for breakfast. What? It's called emotional eating.

The place of shelter is up a deciduous tree with thick branches, more like logs. There is also the invisible feud that is still raging on, the whole walk was awkward and silent. Even Beatha could sense the silence, so she complied by making her breaths softer. Every breath she took it made me think, would that be the last? What if it was Beatha instead of Gwido that was on the other end of the gun? Would someone else have had pulled the trigger? If they did, would she lay in the roots of a tree laid to rest? Was that Beatha's fate? Lying in a ditch somewhere, buried, forgotten? Would she even see the age of adulthood or die ripe?

After I got as comfortable as I could. I thought of how we would find these un-graved ghosts, or would they find us? Those were my lasts thoughts before sleep overtook me. Me lying there in the fork of branches camouflaged by leaves; hugging a near dead sister, opposite a murderer.

Double update, damn I'm on the roll and nice to my non-existent readers. To be honest I have a few more chapters ready at all times but I don't want to rush as they are my antidote for writer's block. My tenses are all messed up so if anyone is so irked enough to point out that I said say instead of said, or vise verse. Would you be sweet enough to also say which one I use the most? Present or tense. I'm saying sorry already for any plot holes I just saved one last second before posting this.