"Who made you boss?" He demanded. It was too dark to see much more than the silhouette of the person since I didn't "turn on"my night vision but the icey voice more than helped clue me in.
Sam. When we were rounded up, he holed himself up in one of the rooms and refused any help. Give him a tip while he was human, slap in the face. Give him a tip as an animal, it would be much, much worse. Sam didn't like anyone telling him what to do and apparently, tips more a type of command. Sam was the definition of what the villagers said we were.
"No one did," I retorted. "I just thought we should try and live. I'm sorry you didn't agree." I turned around, expecting him to follow me but when I looked back, he was still standing there with a smug look on his face. I groaned but stopped again. "Are you even coming?" He turned, his head home held high. Fine, let his ego get in the way of his survival. "If you don't want to go, fine. Stay here." And with that, I walked away. It didn't bother me one bit that Sam wasn't coming. It would be great not having that grump around.
It didn't take me long to catch up with the group. Having super human speed had it's perks. The group had stopped and we're staring at me tiridly.
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FantasiWhat if mythicals existed? And were abandoned in the forest at a young age? Do they have anywhere to go? Will they eventually fight back? Another book I'm writing hehe. My friends and I are making this one a movie too.
