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abigail *the sound stopped, as they go closer, she finally came arond to see somthing that looked like a hog, it was small thoug could only weight 12 pounds and it was short only maybe a foot and half, its eyes were tiny its ears long its long aligator tail lashed out when she took an extra step it snared and you could see its teeth four huge teeth almost like a hippo*

Nicholas:

His eyes widened as soon as he saw the creature. "It's... ... It's kind of cute," he muttered quietly, before turning to Abigail. "Remember that bow and arrow you got? I think that'd be handy right about now." Not having a spear with him, he pulled out his switchblade, ready to defend him or Abigail from any attack. He tried advancing towards the thing, but it snapped its powerful jaws at him, causing Nicholas to flinch back. 

abigail *she nodded and took the bow of of her should it was a compound, 70 pounds, her perfect poundage on a bow...she hated they knew s muchabout her, she knocked the arrw and pulled it back, it had no sightes but she aimed the bet she could and let it fly, the bow line snapped her arm makeing her yelp softly*

Nicholas:

He heard the yelp, and quickly glanced at Abigail to see she was okay. "You alright?" he asked. He then turned to the hog-hippo-alligator-thing and saw that Abigail had planted an arrow into its stomach. The creature was getting weak from the wound. That was a pretty accurate shot. He thought to himself, before taking his knife and rushing over to the thing, sinking his knife into its heart, so that it was definitely dead. 

abigail yeah *she winced* damn string got me, hurt like a bitch but ill get over it* we should name it... *she felt stupid saying it but it would help her stay orginize* the the animal spisificly but the speices, she watched as stabbed it in the hert, it all seem brutal but such was the harmony of life brutail non-judge ment in death and life*

Nicholas;

He nodded, liking the idea of naming it. He unwedged his knife from the animal, looking at it. He wasn't sure why, but if he viewed it in a way, it was almost cute. Almost. "How about... ... Snappy-Jaws-Thing-With-Hog-Hippo-Alligator-Parts?" He shrugged one shoulder as he said the sarcastic suggestion. "I've got nothing. You name it." 

abigail how about dinner *she stuck out her toung following his sarcastic addituide, but then picked up the creature by the tail* let go check the other traps see if we got lucky twice she said removeing the arrow* unless you wanna head back and ski the "Snappy-Jaws-Thing-With-Hog-Hippo-Alligator-Parts " *she grinned abit*

Nicholas:

"You go back and check the other traps," he said, taking the strange creature from her. "I'll start skinning this thing. I don't know where your traps are, and if you need me, just scream in pain and terror. This way, we'll get things done faster." He turned, swinging the dead thing by its tail, in a way that made Nicholas's stomach twist. "Have fun finding food," he said, with a small wave of his hand, then proceeded to walk back towards camp. 

abigail *watche him wlk off and she jut smiled, but she dient see im pull ot any more bloodpouches what happens whe he throws up again? *she pushed the thoughts away and re setup the traps, she had taken two trap down and set them p in seaprate areas, now she ws just romig, he breeze smelled good, smelled fresh, she startedlooking at some of the fruit tres, so many were posionous, she was determaned to find out witch werent, tht way they culd have fruit and bread or make a glaze her mouth stared to water and she picked one of each nd started studing them*

Nicholas:

He had sat down on a rock at camp, and began to skin the creature. It was a vile action, to him, and made him want to throw up. But he managed through. Finally, after the creature was skinned, he put the skins on a rock to dry out. He found two Y-shaped sticks and put them a few feet away from each other, then skewered the creature's remnants onto a straight stick. He set the straight stick in the crook of the two Y-shaped sticks, so it was being held up, then created a fire underneath that cooked it. Nicholas turned the creature every few seconds, so it would be fully cooked.

Abigail isn't back yet, he thought to himself. Surely it can't take this long to check out traps! ... Maybe I should go check on her. But I don't hear anything wrong, and the fire might catch on something if I don't watch it carefully... ... I hope she's alright. 

abigail *she decided to tke them with her and walk back to camp, she could see tecamp nd set the fruit down, if animas left one lone, it was posionous- right? she watched nicturn the skinned ceature, looked less cute lke this she walk up to the camp an smile over at him* did u have fun? *she picked up the skins* we should get ride of these, itll attracted other animals like the olf bear

Nicholas:

"Fun? Not really. I wouldn't consider it fun to skin an animal." He shrugged one shoulder. "Do what you want with the skins. I don't care." He then turned the animal again, seeing that it was become more and more of a cooked brownish color. "So," he said, looking at the fruits Abigail had. "What's with the fruits?" He then hesitated. "Do you know if those are poisonous or not? Here, let me see one."

He stood up and took one of the fruits, then sat down on a rock. He opened up the fruit, revealing its reddish insides, then squeezed some of its juice onto his palm. He sniffed it carefully. "It has... ... Citrus acids, a form of sugar..." He mumbled other things you would typically find in a fruit, then paused before saying, "... Perfluorinated carboxylic acid." He stood up, tossing the fruit aside, wiping the juice on his hand onto a rock. "In other words, this is toxic." 

abigail *she raised her brow and looked at him, how the hell did he know that? se thought, but i guessit ws a good gift to have, she took the suprised look off her face and beganwalking way with the skins, guess he ws more accurate thenher plan some aniamls could take the posionof some fruits and othr coudent so it wasent a sure thing, she trusted him he seemed to know what he was talking about she tdropped the skins in the river and watched it floataway tiny fish nibbled on it as it did- fish, fshingwas more likely the catching ananimal in her snare, she walked back and said down sh sighed in releif her legsfelt heavynow, her body tiired rom everything thi was her first time to really relax* so... how do knw all those facy word you were saying earla about the fruit

Nicholas:

"My parents use just about every single toxic chemical made on earth," he said. "Since I'm always in their lab, I can identify single things by their scent." He put the fire cooking the animal out, then held out the cooked creature to Abigail. "Go ahead and eat, you deserve some rest," he said, leaning against a rock. "I'm not hungry. I feel like I'll just vomit everything up if I eat something." Nicholas let out a sigh, then picked up another fruit. He opened it up, then studied the insides, allowing the scent to seep into his mind. After mumbling a few words, he said, "This one is safe to eat. It's going to be sweet- It carries a lot of sugar." 

abigail *sh took the stick with the animal on it, and ulled out her knife and sliced a peice off, she cheed it, it tastd oily and abit over ookd but soo good in her empty tomac, she tok a few more strippes an then st it on the rock, if she ate o much she ws after shed throw up,she stood up and walked over to him satdown next to him, his skill as use ful, he wanted to learn it, evenif it was basic* thanks for- saveing me earliar *she said sftly almost shyly statd that she was saved ment she needed savein witch ment she was wak she dident like kowing she was weak*

Nicholas:

He looked back at Abigail, then looked up at the sky. "... That was nothing. I only did what a person with some sort of brain should do." He let out a small yawn, unwillingly, but fought to stay awake. He hadn't slept that night, but he didn't want to sleep. He knew Abigail was pretty tired, and he was going to allow her to sleep while he kept watch. Nicholas blinked a bit, trying to keep the tiredness away. "But I'm really glad your fever is gone. You had me worried." 

abigail *she herd his yawn then hiswords* you had me worried thi moreing, i woke up and you wre gone, and i had a bloodtrail to follow, i thought someone or something got you, when i saw that bear i thought of the worst *she shook her head* it was stupid of me to go head on with somthing that big *she felt his tirness his eyes were fighting to stay open*ill take the first shift tonight, you havent gotten any sleep *she glanced over at him*

Nicholas:

He shrugged one shoulder. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I'll always be fine. Worry about yourself." He then nodded, hearing her last sentence. "... Thanks." He noticed the sun had gone down and it was pretty dark, with the exception of a few lines of pink in the sky. "I think I'm going to get some sleep now. 'Night, Abigail. Wake me up if you want to sleep, or if you need me." He grabbed the sleeping bag he found in his backpack and crawled into it. He laid his head down, a sigh of relief following the action. Nicholas blinked a few times, until finally, his amber eyes closed and his breathing slowed. When he was asleep, he looked a lot more peaceful, almost like a young child. 

abigail *she put some wood on thefire andwatch the flames flicker, she yawned but her body was more tired then her mind, it was moveing, wondering, she loked up at the sky, th moo were peaking up over the trees, so beautiful, the wind blew abit, but then her mind went into darker places of her past shewatched the fire, her green eyes buring from her thoughts, she couuld feel thepain all comeing bak, her broken ill and heart, all the blood spilt in her life*

Nicholas:

All of the wandering thoughts in his mind had melted into one dream, a memory from his life.

'I present to you, Project N-938!' Nicholas heard a familiar voice, his mother, announce to an auditorium full of scientists. At once, curtains were pulled back and a blinding light filled Nicholas's eyes, until he blinked and could see clearly again. He was strapped to a chair, unable to move a single muscle. His head was bowed down, his hair falling as a shield to his face. 

'Look at the crowd, Nicholas,' growled a voice in his ear, his father's. 'You're the star of the show.' Nicholas let out a small grunt of pain as his father's strong hand gripped his hair, forcing his head up so every single scientist could see his face. 

'This steroid could be of use to the army!' Nicholas's mother was announcing again. 'With a single ounce injected into a human, a reaction will cause quite a bit of their blood to be vomited from their very mouths! Please... Watch.' 

Nicholas began to struggle against his bonds as his mother approached him, a large needle in her hand. He tried to yell for help, but the scientists just laughed at his pitiful attempts to escape. He felt the needle breaking through his skin, into his veins, and stayed still, so it wouldn't move. When the needle was pulled out from his vein, a horrible pain was sent through his body. Nicholas let out a long yell, feeling the blood in his veins flowing unnaturally. Blood began to drip from his mouth at great amounts, the pain unbearable. It felt like somebody had stabbed him several times in the stomach. Nicholas had knocked the chair over onto his side, as his blood began to pool around him. He heard the laughter and cheers of the crowd, until his vision faded to black...

Nicholas woke up with a start, his amber eyes wide and full of fear. He sat up, closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind. He was breathing rapidly, and he felt horribly cold, despite the warm weather and the fact that he was under an incredibly warm sleeping bag, and was wearing a hoodie. He hugged his body, shivering tremendously and having difficulty speaking. "... ... It's... ... It's so... ... Cold..." His eyes narrowed, as if he were in pain. "A... ... Abi... ... Abigail..." Blood slowly dripped from his mouth, onto his hoodie. The flow was thin, not enough to make him weak like before.