Chapter 20-Ross

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As Madi, Mina, and Evan sat chatting (Emmett clung to Evan's arm stoically), Ross stayed in the shadows, fuming. Everything he had said or done, Mina had contradicted. He had tried being nice, and then she let random people into camp! Hugging them, even! Her stubbornness frustrated him, not to add the hostility she had regarded him with since the kiss. What infuriated him more was that she had bonded with the brash, sarcastic stranger, Madi. He loathed her from the beginning, and she seemed to have similar feelings. He didn't feel secure with the knowledge that she sat several feet from, armed to the teeth. He didn't see how Mina, with all her hostility towards strangers, could embrace her so warmly. Ross didn't get that. He slammed his fist into the trunk of a nearby oak tree.

Three heads turned simultaneously, all conversation abruptly halted. Emmett stared at him with wide, curious eyes, and Evan seemed to be judging whether or not to draw his staff. Madi dismissed him with a disgusted look. Mina flushed, then sent Evan and Madi an embarrassed look, nonverbally conveying an apologetic He is not always like this face. That only angered him more. What right did she have to apologize for him?

She mouthed, "What the heck is wrong with you lately? We need to talk."

Shoving past Evan, he mumbled "Goin' to sleep. G'night."

Mina gave him a cold, hard stare, but he didn't even notice. He needed fresh air after being submerged in tension so thick you could slice it with a knife. He burst into the forest, taking deep gasps of the fresh, clear air. Then he ran.

He had no idea what direction he was heading in, nor the direction back. He just felt the overwhelming urge to run, run away from his problems. As he sprinted through the undergrowth, the ground a dusty brown and green blur beneath his feet, he pondered how to get back. While he was distracted, he ran into a large, hard object. Thinking he had collided with a tree, he used his hands to push off and regain his balance. To his horror, his palms came back sticky and red. Even more disturbing was the soft, pliability of the supposed "tree". He slowly tilted his head up to face the blood-stained, scraggly grin of a BloodWarrior.

Okay, watcha think? Good cliffhanger? Haha, now I might not update for a while! I am EVILE (evil+vile=2timestheevil, 2timesthevile, so it is EVILE!)

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