Post by assuran on Jun 22, 2012 23:34:00 GMT -5
Day 3
The nature hut had a wall where every camper could draw their favorite animal. No one was surprised to see Anne Alos put up a cat. Nor to see Lang Lee's turtle painting. Even with the skinchangers running amok, those two both spent every waking moment they could there.
As the sun began to set, they shot shy glances at one another. Lang gave a little smile and a wave.
“See you tomorrow!” he said.
There was no tomorrow for either of them.
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Steve had always been big for his age. Ever since he'd read “The Giver” he claimed it was due to his September birthday. He spent all day working around the camp, picking up things that the smaller kids couldn't lift and reaching weapons on the high shelves.
As Steve finally climbed into bed, he was exhausted. His muscles ached and his back was sore. Yet he knew he'd done everything he could to fight back against the skinchangers. And he would do it again tomorrow.
And he would have. Had he lived til then.
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As morning broke, the campers returned to the firepit with their dead. Everyone remembered the skinchanger corpse and wondered if there would be another today.
As soon as everyone arrived, someone called out “I saw Greene Baron with that Bedlam kid. He's probably a skinchanger too!”
The campers knew what to do with skinchangers. They raised their knives and descended upon him. It was only when he stopped struggling that they noticed Greene hadn't changed. His face was beaten, but still human.
A laugh echoed through the clearing. “You younglings are no different than the rest. Thirsting for blood, attacking on rumor.”
The mountain lion slinked into the firepit with fangs bared. He looked around for one particular camper.
“You cannot hide behind these doors forever INANTP! Your screeching and growling does not frighten the everliving Sunkmanitu! I will return for you.”
The campers tried to attack, but Sunkmanitu Tanka easily avoided their strikes. Laughing, he returned to the forest.
The campers added another body to the fire.
The Dead
Anialos
Langly
Stever777
GreenBaron[/color]
The nature hut had a wall where every camper could draw their favorite animal. No one was surprised to see Anne Alos put up a cat. Nor to see Lang Lee's turtle painting. Even with the skinchangers running amok, those two both spent every waking moment they could there.
As the sun began to set, they shot shy glances at one another. Lang gave a little smile and a wave.
“See you tomorrow!” he said.
There was no tomorrow for either of them.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Steve had always been big for his age. Ever since he'd read “The Giver” he claimed it was due to his September birthday. He spent all day working around the camp, picking up things that the smaller kids couldn't lift and reaching weapons on the high shelves.
As Steve finally climbed into bed, he was exhausted. His muscles ached and his back was sore. Yet he knew he'd done everything he could to fight back against the skinchangers. And he would do it again tomorrow.
And he would have. Had he lived til then.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
As morning broke, the campers returned to the firepit with their dead. Everyone remembered the skinchanger corpse and wondered if there would be another today.
As soon as everyone arrived, someone called out “I saw Greene Baron with that Bedlam kid. He's probably a skinchanger too!”
The campers knew what to do with skinchangers. They raised their knives and descended upon him. It was only when he stopped struggling that they noticed Greene hadn't changed. His face was beaten, but still human.
A laugh echoed through the clearing. “You younglings are no different than the rest. Thirsting for blood, attacking on rumor.”
The mountain lion slinked into the firepit with fangs bared. He looked around for one particular camper.
“You cannot hide behind these doors forever INANTP! Your screeching and growling does not frighten the everliving Sunkmanitu! I will return for you.”
The campers tried to attack, but Sunkmanitu Tanka easily avoided their strikes. Laughing, he returned to the forest.
The campers added another body to the fire.
The Dead
Anialos
Langly
Stever777
GreenBaron[/color]