The Hunt

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[Okay, now that the copyright thing's out of the way, which took a while to get right as I didn't know keyboards just had the symbol imbued in them, this story is a weird one as it was originally written for a college project, but the teacher enjoyed it, so here it is now.

Enjoy!]

The Hunt

Camp Arrowhead; one of the more prosperous camps that dwelled in the upper corner of Colorado. Surrounded by miles of forest, it was the pinnacle of "getting down with nature" as there were little to no real means of reaching the city nearby without a vehicle of sorts. Because of this, it encouraged those there to really associate with nature and not spend all day on their electronics.

Yet somehow, some found a way.

David Wright sat around a campfire a bit away from the main campgrounds, surrounded by his associates and friends who were, of course, either focused on their phones or generally ignoring all the nature around him. It was in the dead of the night, and they had another hour before they were to return to the main lodge of the campgrounds, and to retire to their rooms for the rest of the night or, at the very least, roam the lodge itself but not go beyond the doors.

It was what the scoutmaster and the teacher sponsor advised.

David himself looked like one most wouldn't notice in a crowd unless they were paying close attention to things. He was pale, skin being a paler white color, with chestnut colored hair and a hairless, smooth face. He was slim, almost weak looking, clad in a blue tee shirt with jeans shorts, and for precaution, black hiking boots. The outsider withdrew his marshmallow from the fire and blew on it gently, letting it cool to a certain amount before he downed the entire treat, ignoring the light burn of him being a bit early on the eating. "Guys," Even his voice sounded timid and weak, betraying his meek origins. "We should really do something."

"Ugh, like what? Tell cheesy little stories around the campfire and bond 'n shit?" The airheaded, annoyed voice of Vanessa Ferris rang out. The cheerleader was the prime example of the "blond and dumb" stereotype. She had neck length blond hair, crème colored skin, and painted red lips and deep black eyeshadow, accenting that her looks were her main function to get into the Maplewood Cheerleading Squad; evident because she still wore the purple and black uniform, consisting of a purple shirt with the emblem and a frilly skirt with purple sneakers and socks to match, though with a letterman over her shoulders to shield her from the elements...and to also conceal her bust a tad, the cheerleader currently flipping through her phone's various messages and texts and not hesitating to pose a bit for any and all photo opportunities. David merely shook his head at that, and before he could speak up, an orotund, deeper voice cut in.

"Psh, don't worry about little Davy; he's just upset his lil' camping fantasy's getting a reality check." Klein Chadwick stood behind the log Vanessa had been seated behind, wearing an absolute shit-eating grin. He was burly and built, appearing more like a football player than his actual profession behind the debate team, muscles straining against his well pressed black and gold sweater-vest. His bronze colored skin was matched by his neck length black hair, goatee trimmed to perfection to accent that he was a general dick to most, but a ladies man to others. He stepped around the log, brushing his equally clean khakis and his tennis shoes off before staring down at the cheerleader, that terrifying grin never fading. "Doncha worry 'bout him; why don't we go explore this shit place tomorrow...maybe find a nice good spot to get nice and 'down to nature' with?" David mentally rolled his eyes at Klein's attempt at flirting, though thankfully, it got nowhere.