PART 1
The boy turned around quickly, his feral eyes narrowing on Riley. Riley smirked widely, shifting the bow in his hands. The boy, who was twelve or thirteen, looked at him angrily.
"Riley?" He murmured, cautious as ever. Riley smiled warmly, his death would be quick.
"It's me Sanjiv, Riley Dayleson." Sanjiv had been there when the BluePeople had come for his parents, he had fed information to them about there whereabouts. His death would be sweet.
Sanjiv's expression hardened as if he knew of Riley's motives.
"Pretty boy, not welcome." His speech was surprisingly smooth for someone of his kind, not rough at all.
Riley had to speed this up and he knew how. It was risky but it would also give him some time to fire. He peeled his shirt sleeve back, exposing the sign of the extinct tribe, the Dãmakuns. The tribe he used to belong to, until they where hunted to extinction. That would teach Sanjiv about how innocent he was, Riley despised him for having pity on him. He was a worthless brat of the BluePeople, who had betrayed Riley and given him a false sense of safety are his parents had died.
Sanjiv reacted quicker than he thought he would, scowling and flicking a knife up into his hand. He threw the knife the same time Riley fired his bow. The knife thudded into Riley's leg. He howled, dropping down onto the ground as burning waves of pain and nausea shouted through his body. Blood spurted onto the ground. He looked up into the other boys eyes.
The arrowhead had buried deep inside the boy's chest, spreading blood like a wildfire. He looked down at it; surprised. Then his face turned deathly pale, the rings around his eyes looking like hollow caves.
"You shot me." He said, as if he begged Riley to say it was all a joke, or that he was hallucinating. But he knew that the damage was done and as he dropped to the ground one word passed his frozen lips.
"Thalia."
Riley snorted painfully and with a sweep of his thin hand he had notched another arrow into his bow, this time leaving a jagged and messy hole in his throat. The boy was beyond caring though, his tawny eyes blank and lifeless.
Riley grabbed his pack, dumping the unnecessary items and adding the food and weapons to his meagre pack. An elegant green pendant was fashioned around his neck and he swiped that too. His leg was a bloody mess, a strange stench coming from it. The pain was unbearable, but he had to get home to the medical kit.
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Riley's base was up a tree, nestling in between the higher canopy and the lower bush. It was a structure of tree trunks woven with branches to resemble a crude but affective hut, completely camouflaged from the ground and the sky.
Secure as hell.
The hut was surprisingly comfortable considering it had little light or heat. Sunlight filtered in through a window which could be covered by a screen when it rained, so the dusk light filtered in dimly. There was cooked and raw animal parts on one of the three shelves, looking hauntingly down on Riley. The other shelves where filled with skins of water, old books, leaves and herbs and strange items that looked like shrunken heads.
"It's now or never, buddy." Riley whispered to himself, pushing his choppy black hair out of his face. Sweat dripped from Riley's pinched face. The pain was unbearable. His shadowed blue eyes hissed like a wounded cat when he looked down at the wound on his leg. The wound was bad enough, a jagged bloody wound deep enough to see the bone. But green liquid dripped from the knife as Riley pulled it out, burning like acid. It ate into the flesh, leaving nothing but blood.
It was poison.
Already his vision was darkening, his balance becoming so sickeningly horrible that he crashed into the shelves trying to get to the herbs. His hands snatched at empty air as he tumbled into the sharp edges of the shelves. Like an uppercut from a frightful bully the corner pounded into his jaw. Blood seemed to pour from everywhere, his eyes, nose, mouth and even ears. He was unconscious before he knew it.
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"Ry! The Blue one's are coming!" Ellie screeched, her voice unbearably high. Her worried face, with the black hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones almost identical to his appeared before him. In a split second he realized it wasn't a joke and grabbed Ellie's hand and pounded down the stairs to the front of the house.
Mum and dad where there and so where the blue ones. It took twelve year old Riley's brain and five year old Ellie's brain a while to comprehend there parents mutilated bodies on the ground. Why was mum's arm like that? Why was day's head misshapen? Blood matted the grass around the corpses, for how could they still be alive? And Riley paled, his handsome face suddenly looking hollow and empty.
There where two men laughing next to them. They where bald and muscly, wearing identical faces painted blue. Blood and gore matted spears where held in their capable grasp. Thankfully they hadn't seen or heard them and Riley tried to pull Ellie's hollow body under the patio, into the narrow space full of weeds.
But Ellie wasn't quick enough, she was still out in the open when the men turned around. Ellie had screamed herself hoarse as they came towards her, and Riley still lay in the shadows, his eyes hollow, not comprehending the brutal murder of his sister.
They still hadn't seen Riley; but he was beyond caring. He had just seen his father, mother and sister murdered in front of his eyes.
And he hadn't done a thing.
Also something about describing these bluepeople's grasps as capable falls to the same fault as describing Riley smiling warmly earlier. It makes them seem kind of strong and trustworthy? I dont know if that is just me. Maybe their grasps are menacing or even skilled? I just think capable sounds too trustworthy and warm. 
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