Falling Out of line //Killz; Open for 1 more

I wait for the girl's answer after giving her my name, then asking her a question. One of the questions that I should know the answer to just by looking at her, but out of respect, I don't want to assume anything until I know. Marcus, on the other hand, belts out with a rude comment and calls me a dumb-ass. Of all things to call me... Idiot! I think to myself as I can suddenly feel my blood begin to boil. I bite the inner part of my cheek just to keep from saying something right after that. This reject just keep pushing my buttons. He will not lay off his mouth. I glare at him with a solid face. No smile. No extreme annoyance. Just pure hatred.

"You know, you're really living up to your status. Idiot. Jerk. STupid. How about you learn something called respect, eh? Try being nice... even though I think you won't be able to do that." I look to the girl in front of me. I'd hate to see her see me get into a fight with this guy, so instead of waiting for an answer, I nod to her. "Sorry, I'll see you around later, Oerphin. Maybe some other time when this dolt isn't around."

I hate to leave her with Marcus, but I can't stand to be around him any longer. The more I think to myself how easy it would be to use the blade against him or to fight him with a fist, but I think I"m better off walking away before I do something I'd regret. So, with that thought in motion, I smile to the girl, and turn around, subtling flipping the guy off before shoving my hand in my pockets and heading toward my awaiting job. Surely, they'll be waiting on me, like always. I just have to explain that I got caught up. I take a normal pace, and glance behind me for some reason though.

The pain that starts flooding over me sinks me under its spell. Marcus has taken everything from me from the first swing of his hatchet. How the blade cut through my leg so quickly and takes part of my life with it.

Dad... I'm sorry. I should have just went to work instead of blowing off my job for some walk in the damned woods. Please come look for me. Just once more. Just one more time... get your men out here to search for me before I die. I don't want to die.

I find myself saying. I stare at a blade of grass. Looking at the lines of survival it uses to bring its nutrients and water to every part of it. How the shape of it reminds me of a drawing my sister did of me. The blade of grass Is my focal point so the dots don't take over. I've lost so much blood, I can tell, because the muscles in my body refuse to move. They simply refuse to do my bidding. The only thing at the moment I can do is breath, blink and feel so incredibly sore.

Breath in. Breath out. Don't let that dolt win. You have to stay strong, but for how long before you pass out from blood loss, huh? You've seen enough of the games to know where this is going. Idiot! That freakin idiot is all to blame. I tried to walk away... right? I tried to end it before it began.

I feel myself shake just once for a few seconds, and then I stop. I have no idea if I'm going into shock or just cold, but the feeling is unwanted. My eyes then catch the form of Marcus as he still stands over me. I watch helplessly as he rips parts off his pants and begins to wrap it around his middle. I see how he cringes at the touch, but I feel neither glad nor mad about what I did to him. I only defended myself. That is what's going to save me from my dad's wrath. That I only did what I had to in order to protect myself and the girl. Imagine if he used that thing on this girl? I wouldn't have the slightest clue on how or where to take her. What about myself... dad probably isn't even going to look for me. He'll be too busy with his crew...

I feel my eyes close a moment, blinking back a few hot tears that fall from my eyes as the pain begins to intensify. The stump where my leg used to be burns with fire. The cuts on my neck and forehead are nothing compared to the pain that's shooting up my leg. I moan. My arms finally beginning to get some sort of feeling back in them and I move my right arm slowly to my face, to wipe away more blinding tears that come to the edge. I roll over slowly, pushing with my arm until I'm facing upward, staring high into the trees above me when Marcus' voice reaches my ears.

Seth, you know what's going to be funny? You trying to get home. Good luck with that! Maybe you're new girlfriend can help!

I hear how sarcastic he's being and It dons on me that he's really going to leave me here. He's really going to just leave me to die, cause I'm not all too sure the girl is going to be much help unless she can carry me or find my dad. Either way, I'm seriously becoming upset. Terrified becasue of the possibility that I'm going to be left alone out here in the woods for too long without help. And without help the outcome of my situation is daunting.

"Dad..." I say in a whispered tone. I, once again, drop my eyes to stare at Marcus as he becomes smaller and smaller into the distance. How he walks fast against the wind that prickles my face. I search for the girl , Oerphin. I'm curious if she's still around and fail to see her. Maybe she's just out of sight... I think weakly to myself. I resolve to lay here, bleeding and battered. What is to become of me now?