Freedom Fighter

Chapter Three

Scoffing rudely to himself, Jet rages farther into the forest with his hands clenched and swinging by his sides. His body boils over with anger, becoming evident in his reddening face and darkening eyes. Why can't Smellerbee just mind her own fucking business? She shouldn't have asked all those questions. Besides, I don't like him. Jett suddenly screams, infuriated, and slams his fist into the nearest tree.
The pain takes a second to come, blocked off by the flood of endorphins, but when it does, a string of profanities streams from his mouth.
And that's exactly when he realizes that he isn't mad at Smellerbee; rather, he's upset with himself. But he can't pinpoint exactly what tipped him off. It wasn't Smellerbee or Pipsqueak. So that left it to Lee. Yes! That's it. Lee. Damn him, Jet thinks with a deep scowl. He gazes down at his bleeding, bruising knuckles, brushing his fingertip lightly over the wounds. Why can't he get this jerk out of his head.

His eyelids flutter shut and his head rolls back as he takes a deep, deep breath. The air escapes in a loud groan, echoing in the silent forest. Jet opens his eyes and stares at the treetop. Only tiny bits of the midday sun peeks through; the scarlet and orange and yellow leaves blocking most of the caerulean colored sky. He slowly relaxes all his muscles, letting go of everything.

But, it doesn't work. He's still worked up as ever.

An exasperated groan bursts from his thin lips and he turns around. Fine. Jet grabs ahold of the lowest branch before swinging himself up onto it and reaching for the next limb. He doesn't stop until he reaches the top, determined to sit there as long as it takes.

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A/N: Hey! Thanks to the whole two people reading :{) I'm sorry about the spelling, grammar, and structural errors, and this being so short :/

Just so you know, I have absolutely know idea where this story is going. I'm open to ideas :)