Starlight (In need of major rewriting)

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Chapter 4

I turned and ran for the tent that I had woken up in earlier. I took Ollie’s arm and ran back out, Adahy and Achak looking back at us in confusion.

“What are you-” He began, but I cut him off. “Shhhh!” I hid behind a tree, kind of out of sight. “We have to escape,” I said, “They’re gonna kill us.” Ollie and I ducked down, crouching behind it, ready to run.

I felt a warm hand grab my shoulder, turning me around and pulling me back. It made me jump and I almost screamed but stopped myself. It was Adahy, the boy from earlier.

“I told you not to run.” He took his hand off me.

“Bu-” I started, but he interrupted me. “No. If they decide to kill you by tomorrow, I’ll help you escape. But don’t leave now. They might let you stay.” He paused, “Please.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I felt his warmth. Maybe it was the way he looked at me. Maybe it was the way he said it. Maybe it was the way his eyes glazed over with tears. But I knew he was serious about wanting us to stay. I knew he was doing it for us, not himself.

I realized I was holding my breath and finally let it out. I closed my eyes and nodded gently. “Okay,” I whispered. He stood up and held his hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.

I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and I breathed gently in his ear, “I’m sorry. I’m just… scared,” I whispered to where only he could hear me. I was never scared. I was always so brave. I never cared about getting hurt or dying. I wasn’t scared of anything. But now I was. I didn’t want Ollie to know, he always said I was so strong. I was brave. I was fearless. If everyone was scared to do something, I would do it first, without hesitation. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Adahy held me in his arms and softly petted my head. He stroked my hair and held me. I fell to the ground on my knees and he sat down in the grass and let me lean on him. A few tears went down my cheek and I closed my eyes.

I woke up a while later and Adahy was carrying me back to my tent on his back. I leaned my head on his shoulder and my legs dangled down over his arms as I tightened my grip around his chest. When he entered the tent, he leaned down and laid me on my bed/pile. I fell asleep again shortly after, missing his warmth.

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When I woke up again, Adahy was still there. He was stroking my hair out of my face. His other arm was wrapped around me, keeping me warm. I don’t know what it is, but he’s always warm. It’s like he’s a human heating pad. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him, sitting up and sitting next to him.

“I saw your packed bag. I put it by the door and I packed another two bags for Achak’s and my stuff. I put some of Ollie’s stuff in your bag too. The second bag has food and a few supplies along with water,” He told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “What are you saying?” I asked him, confused. I thought he didn’t want us to escape.

“We have to escape. They did a vote. They voted to kill you today.”

My body filled with dread and fear as I felt a wave of shivers going through me. Kill us? They’re the ones that saved us. Why would they want to kill us now?

Then I realized it. They didn't want to save us. Adahy saved me. He wasn’t just talking to someone. They were mad at him for trying to save me. He was screaming at them. They want to kill us. Adahy wants to save us. It all makes sense now.

I still wondered why those people from before kidnapped me. How did they know who I was? Why did they want me? Why me? “Come on. We have to hurry. They decided to burn you guys alive. They already set everything up. Come on, we have to leave,” He said, standing up. He grabbed the food and supplies bag. “Meet me down by the river.”

I stood too, brushing myself off from the leaves and pine needles. I grabbed Ollie and my bag and headed out for Ollie’s tent. When I went in thought, he was gone. “Where-” I began, but a cold hand, sending shivers through my body, covered my mouth. They held me up above the ground like when I got kidnapped. I shook and kicked my legs. I tried to punch them like I did last time, but they still had their arms holding my arms. They seemed much stronger than the last people too.

I fought and struggled, trying to break free. I kicked their shins like I do in soccer, but they didn’t budge. I tried to scream but they squeezed their hand tighter on my mouth. One of their hands covered my mouth while the other arm was over my chest and holding my arms tight against my body. I couldn’t breathe. They were holding my chest so tight it was hurting my lungs and they were covering my mouth. I felt my consciousness starting to slip away from lack of oxygen and my vision started going fuzzy.

Suddenly, they let go. I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I started coughing as I leaned over myself. I was on my hands and knees, coughing and gasping, glad to breathe the fresh air again. I turned to look at why he had dropped me and saw Adahy standing in the doorway. I saw him kick his stomach and punch him. That must’ve been why he dropped me.

He got back up and swung at Adahy, but he dodged. By now, Adahy was already in the tent. They had switched places basically, Adahy now standing in front of me, guarding me. I laid down on the grass floor. Adadhy took a hit to the face and I stood up slowly and shakily, my legs barely able to support my weight. My body felt weak but I took a deep breath and stood up straight anyway. I held my fists up, ready to punch, but started to wobble again. The man kicked Adahy in the chest, so hard he flew backward, taking a hard landing.

“Adahy!” I screamed. My face was red in anger and I wasn’t shaking anymore, adrenaline coursing through my veins and preventing me from feeling the pain. He lunged at me but I sidestepped, kicking him in the back once he was past me. He wasn’t a very big guy, maybe even my age. He was quite a bit taller than me, but he was thin, which made him lighter. But I knew not to underestimate him because of that.

I started to run over to Adahy but the boy grabbed my ankle, tripping me. I fell, turning so that my shoulder took the impact instead of my face. I tried to crawl over to Adahy but he kept pulling me back. I let him for a second pull me farther so I could kick him. He was laying on his stomach, both hands holding my ankle. I looked at him and smiled. He looked confused and I kicked him in the face, but not hard enough. He didn’t break any bones or anything, it just hurt. He let go of me and I stood, running over to Adahy who was still laying on the floor. He was facing the other way. I fell next to him and grabbed his arm. I pulled him over so he was facing me, laying on his back. His eyes were closed and his cheek was red. I put my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over it, holding him. His eyes opened and he looked at me. He leaned his head in my hand more. I leaned forward and hugged him. When I moved away I looked at him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt much,” he said, trying to sit up but winced and laid back down. From the position he was laying at and his hand over his middle, it looked as if he might have broken a rib from the impact. “I’m more worried about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I looked at him in disbelief and laughed. “Seriously?”

“What?” He asked, confused why I was laughing. “W-why are you laughing?”

You got hurt and you’re making sure I’m okay? I’m fine. He hit you and kicked you! Your ribs might even be broken and you’re asking about me?”

He smiled weakly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he replied. I smiled at his sweetness and grabbed his arm, wrapping it over my shoulder and pulling him up, supporting his weight.

“Now let’s get out of here,” I said. I pulled him up and we both grabbed our bags, trying to steady ourselves.

As we began walking, we noticed that another man was holding Achak. She was yelling something in her language at him. I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but I’m sure it wasn’t all that nice. He grabbed her mouth, hoping she would stay silent. I was about to storm at him when suddenly Ollie charged at him. Ollie punched him square in the jaw, him dropping Achak. She fell landing on her side and she looked unconscious, but I couldn’t tell from this far. I carefully set Adahy down and ran over to help Ollie fight. He punched my face, sending me flying through the air. I landed on the ground, hard, my back having taken impact. Adahy charged at him, screaming in his language even though he was hurt. Then everything turned black and his screams turned into fuzzy muffled noises. Then silence.

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