2 May 2012
"Should I go get somebody?" I say looking at Charles. No responce. The orange eyed boy turns his head still shaky from his recovery. His eyes light up and his mouth begins to open.
"I think hes just in shock." he manages to spill out. "Give him 30 minutes or so."
I respond with a nod and go to the nearby river to hopefully spear some fish. I begin to carve a stick with the charp soda cap lying on the bottom of my bag. When its finally sharp enough I lift up my stick ready to spear any lost fish that happens to swim by, but nothing does. It seems like 10 minutes have passed when a dark figure appears in the shallow water. I hold up my stick ready to jab it, but it was huge, human huge, perhaps the size of me maybe a little bigger. The water begins to ripple and a head pops up. It was the orange eyed boy. Now seeing him in the light I relize his skin is a light brown. Infact, I wouldnt catigorize him as black at all, I would say hes a tan. With dirty blonde hair that just barely long enough to sweep over his eyebrows, but dispight this his face is smudged with mud and dirt.
"What are you doing?" I ask him
"Washing off." he says in a hollow voice. "Wanna join? You look like your a little overdue if I do say so myself."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass." I say twirling my stick in the water.
For the next 10 minutes or so the orange eyed boy swims in circles infront of me in the deep part of the water. Occasionally scrubbing his skin with sand to get the crap off. Finally a fish comes along, I pick up my stick and aim. The stick flys through the water missing by a landslide.
I let out a moan and reached over in the water as the fish begins to swim away, but before I could a forcefull hand pushes me in the water plunging me toward the bottom.
Chapter 7 The Runaway slave • Opuss № I