Saviour (Cooper)

I was on my yearly hunt, but normally I would be with my family, except they died a few weeks ago. I don’t know what or how it happened I had just come home and they were all lying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them. At first I had thought someone had murdered them but now I am not so sure.

As I walk along a path my dad had made when we first started hunting, I find a rabbit trail that looks really fresh. I follow it through the woods until I see something that makes my insides freeze. There only three meters away from me lying on her back is a girl, her arms and legs going in many different angles. Slowly I walk towards the body, unsure whether she is alive or dead. As I get closer I am relieved to see a small rise and fall of the girls chest. What the hell is she doing here alone? When I am standing above her I look down at the girls face and I am struck with a strange emotion I have never felt before. But the girl lying before me is gorgeous; I have never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as this girl, with the golden locks, clear face, small pinkish lips and adorable nose. I decide I can’t leave her there or she will die. So I pick her up and start to walk towards my campsite.

After about two hours of walking my arms start to get sore, so I lay her down softly and walk around and stretch my arms. When I believe they are strong enough to carry her again I lift her back up and start walking. It’s only about ten minutes later, that I sense her starting to wake. I start to pick up my pace hoping I can reach my campsite before she wakes up, but that doesn’t happen. Seriously the world must be against me this year because nothing good has happened to me so far, and I thought finding this girl might be a good thing, but when I remember the bow and quiver, I change my mind.

When she doesn’t open her eyes for a while and then her heart beat slows down to a steady pace I know she has fallen back to sleep, from pain or tiredness I’m not sure.

When she wakes again I decide that it would probably be better for her to stay awake for a while so I talk to her.

“Hi you’re lucky I found you, a few more hours and you would have been dead.” Well that’s a nice introduction I think to myself. When she doesn’t answer for a while I think she is purposely ignoring me, so I say

“You know you could at least say thank you!” Still I don’t expect her to reply but to my surprise she answers “Sorry I am just a bit confused, that’s all.” Her voice is like a melody, my whole body gets lost in her melody and I sort of feel like dancing, and I felt that if she continued to talk I would be put to sleep. I also notice she didn’t say thank you so when I hear a soft “Thank you.” Mumbled I chuckle, this girl is very confused right now, but at least she is being polite. It’s not long before we reach my campsite and I feel her stiffen

“How do I know, your not going to kill me?” she asks. It’s a fair enough question considering I am a stranger.

“You will just have to trust me.” I say with a dead panned face. I place her softly on the ground and she groans in pain, I feel like I am the one inflicting pain on her, I feel so bad I just want it to stop.

But as I think about all the injuries she has sustained I think about my family who probably felt the same pain or worse. My father who had, had his throat sliced open. My mother who had cuts all up her arms and a massive stab wound on her abdomen, my little brother who also has his throat torn open spraying blood all over his face and the floor. As soon the police and ambulance had arrived they had shipped me off to a therapist and physiologist to help my emotional levels.

Seriously people these days don’t notice or care how you feel, they just make you do stuff they think is right. That’s why I found this girl interesting not only had she been alone, lying on the ground unconscious in the middle of the woods, but also when she had woken and found out I was a stranger, she didn’t struggle and try and get away from me; she had just asked a question.

“How do I know you are not going to kill me?” Honestly I think she asked just to see what I would say, I am fairly certain she knew I wouldn’t hurt her, whether that was because I had picked her up and was carrying her or because I had started talking to her just as she woke up I am not sure but what ever it was, I am now infatuated with this girl and I will protect her with my life.

When I glance back at the girl I notice she has rolled over, she is probably scared to look at my face fearing I am some ugly murdering psychopath who hurts people that are in the mountains at this time of the year. While I am day dreaming about being some axe murder I hear a soft voice talking to me

“Umm... May I ask, what is your name?” I laugh softly as she stumbles over her words and the awkwardness in her voice, she sounds so nervous.

“The names Cooper, what’s yours?”

“Natalie.” She replies, oh, that is a nice name. I glance down and see that her cheeks are slightly flushed.

“Natalie...” I say softly getting the feel for it. “That’s a nice name, not nice, lovely name, that’s more like it.” Her cheeks go even brighter and she shoves her face into the pillow.

“Thank you, I like your name as well.” She says muffled by the pillow. I wonder why she is so embarrassed, yet another wonder about this girl.