Hunted

*Yes I am aware that Ballow is a Hunter, I want him to blend in with the Hunted for now.*

Ballow

Ballow watched as his fellow Hunters shot at the Hunted. He smiled at them, then put on a scared expression, "Guys! This way! Come on!"

They all stared at him caught deciding between instant death by bullet or not certain death by a random stranger.

More shots were fired, one of them plunked into someone's leg. The person screamed out in pain and Ballow rushed over. The other's had made their decision. They would rather uncertain death by stranger than a painful bullet shot.

Ballow rushed out with words, "I'm Ballow, I was kidnapped, I got away. I'll help you. Come, run!"

Ballow dragged the wounded person onto his back and pushing the person upright in a piggy back position, held onto their legs and began to run into the bushes next to the lake.

The other's followed and Ballow allowed himself an inward grin. Ahh, how gullible.

His fellow Hunter's stopped shooting and disappeared, Ballow continued to run. The other's ran as well, but some were falling behind and so he stopped. He panted out as they caught up, "So," a ragged breath, "you guys missing, " a slow intake of air, "anyone?"

He placed the person who had been shot gingerly onto a nearby log. There was a grimace on their face. He smiled at the person still out of breath, "You okay?"



*Anyone can be the one who was shot. ^^*

being the next person to post, I should be the one to get shot... darn... didnt want that.

Marc- Hunted

Marc felt a searing pain shoot into his leg. Judging by the fact that there is no exit wound, the bullet is theoretically, still in his leg. Marc does not have much time to contemplate this, for he is grabbed up by the strange older guy, and carried along with all the other children.

"You okay?" the guy asks, smiling.

"what do you think?" Marc says, with a touch of sarcasm, "I got shot in the leg."

"No need to be hostile," says the stranger

"Who are you?" Marc asks "What do you want?"

"what do you mean?" he ask

"nevermind" Marc says, "thanks for carrying me"

"No proplem," he says, and indicates to the still bleeding gunshot wound on his leg "we should find something to bandage this with"

Lucinda~

I walked up to Marc, ripping off the cloth from the bottom of my shirt so I could wrap it around his wound. I didn't see an exit wound showing that the bullet had come out. I grimaced, wondering if we should try and get it out.

"What are you doing?" The boy who had carried Marc asked.

I looked up at him. "Wondering if I should try to get the bullet out. I mean it can't just stay in there but I don't want him to be in anymore pain." I frowned, looking back at the wound.

~~~Nico~~~

Nico sat on the branch of a tree above the others looking out into the woods for anyone who might shoot them. The forest was still quiet but he could hear faint sounds far away which meant that they had to all be close to them. Nico looked down at them about to say this wen he noticed something he could not see Andrew, Nico climbed back down the tree and looked around unable to find the boy.
"hey has anyone seen Andrew"
"no, i thought he was with you up there" Kat replied
"well he isn't and from what i can see he isn't around here either, i think he might be lost" Nico said sadly
"well i guess we are to, he was the only one with the way out of here" Kat said
"Great looks like we are all screwed" bellowed Ballow

*I think im going to drop out guys, I feel like my charcter is talking to its self some of the time*

~~~Andrew~~~

Andrew hid in a dark cave unable to move. When the group had ran he had gone with them but when he was running the ground under him gave way and he had rolled down a long hill unable to stop and he had sprained his right ankle. Unable to move he had crawled into the cave for shelter. He felt terrible Not only cause of the pain but because now he had left the others lost even though he had left them because of an accident he still felt to blame for not watching where he was going. At the moment he wished he could walk back to the others but even if he could the hill was to steep to climb with out the proper gear. Andrew just laid in the dirt and tried to sleep and after a what felt to him like forever it came.

Marc-Hunted

They decide to leave the bullet in, because none of them seem to know much about surgery, and right now, it might hurt more to take it out than to leave it in.

as the girl whose name seems to be Lucinda finishes wrapping his leg, he looks at her, and gives an attempt of a smile,

"thanks" he mutters

"No problem... Marc, right?" she asks

"Yeah," said Marc

The boy who had carried him spoke up again

"not much we can do about the pain for now, but we stopped the bleeding"

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there ya go, have fun

I walked over to the little boy who seemed to have a girl and a boy hovering over him.

"Everything all right?" I asked the taller boy. I looked down at the small boy who was clutching his leg and whimpering softly. I kneeled down to see what was wrong.

"He got shot, but Lucinda fixed him up." the boy stated. It seemed like I didn't know anyone, yet I felt compelled to help. I extended my hand to the little boy.

"I'm Georgia." I smiled at the boy. Poor thing, I thought. He didn't answer me, but I continued.

"Can I see?" I asked quietly. The boy seemed reluctant, but finally removed his hand to reveal a bandage that seemed to be bleeding through.

Nico

After there was no real reaction from the rest of the kids he got mad. "didn't anyone here me Andrew is missing, gonzo, not here, disappered probably dead or about to die shouldn't we be doing something to help him"

Marc- Hunted

There was a another older girl now, she seemed to be looking at Marc with what was a mixture of pity and compassion.

so annoying.

Out of a lack of willpower to fight about it he, grudgingly let her look at the bandage, which seemed to still be bleeding, although it had slowed considerably.

the three people hovering near him seemed to be in agreement that this was the best they could do at the moment, and that it would hold for several hours, maybe days, if necessary, but Marc would not be able to move very fast, luckily, being a small boy, even for his age, he could easily be carried, if it became necessary.

"So," someone says, "anyone have any idea what happened out there, and why someone is trying to kill us?"

"the four people turn towards the speaker, who is...

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there ya go, someone else needs to post. anyone except the three people that are gathered around Marc, as well as marc, can be the speaker.

Peace,
God

Kat

Everybody stared at her after she asked the question. Nobody seemed to know. She was keeping an eye on Ballow. He wasn't part of their group, she knew that much. After the fire, they had all gathered around, Ballow wasn't there. But now he was, and there was only one explanation to that. He was one of the hunters.

Everybody was tending to Marc, except Kat and Ballow. She pulled him aside and jabbed a finger to his chest.

"I know who you are and why you are here. If you do not hit the road in the next 30 seconds, I will tell everybody your little secret," Kat glared daggers at Ballow. She wasn't going to take any crap from him.

Ballow

Ballow stared at the girl who had jabbed a finger at him. He took her finger and held it still, "That hurt."

The girl stared at him with narrow eyes, "Go away."

"More emotionally than physically I think." He mumbled back.

Kate was confused, "What?"

"The way you just attacked me then. It was more painful for my inner self, than my outer self." He grinned, "You're pretty weak."

She yelled, "Yeah, well! You are a back-stabbing cold-blooded idiot who wants to kill us."

Ballow pouted, "I'm not that bad you know. You know I got away from them. They kidnapped me and I got away."

She could tell he was telling the truth, but she really didn't like him, "So, what's that meant to mean?"

He tapped his head, "I have intel."

***Hey Light, my character's name is Kat, and I just got an awesome idea. Do you mind if I claim Ballow for my character? (Kat)***

Jessalyn-Hunter



Look at the little brats, Jess thought as she looked down from the tree branch she was sitting on, they're fighting, how terrible. I can't believe I got stuck playing watch dog, but Shane will be pleased. They'll probably kill themselves before we have to. Especially since they have a little traitor in their mist.h
She could see the boy fighting with one of the camper girls. Wen Shane gets back he'll be the first to go, she thought, we wouldn't want them to know about the plans we have for them.

Abigail

Abigail cursed. She had already called Shane and she was tired of waiting. She had been following the brats this whole time. And she had to admit, it was getting freakin annoying.

"What the?!" Abigail swung around but didn't see anything. I swear I heard something.