Separated part 1.
FREE WRITING IN CLASS!!!! WOOOO!!! Nah, I'm gonna make this a long story. ENJOI!!!!
"Jerome! Somebody! Help!!!" The teens choked cries spread throughout the forest.
"Shut it, brat!" A man said tightening the bonds on his wrist so he wouldn't escape. "Come on Isaac! We have what he wanted! If we wait any longer, we'll be that over-sized dog's breakfast! Why does he want the kid anyways?"
Isaac shot a look of annoyance as he looked up from sharpening his dagger. "Heck if I know! Dude, the guys payin' money! We Ned whateva' we can get our hands on! Now hold 'em still while I put this over his mouth."
The teen stared at him with terrified eyes as he came closer, and closer with the clothe. He squeezed his eyes shut as he accepted he was never gonna see his friend in a really long time. Possibly never again. But a cry from somewhere close in the thick woods made all of their eyes widen.
"JEROME HEL-" Mitch was cutoff by a meaty hand clamping over his mouth.
"Let's go!" Isaac's henchman hissed.
"Not. So. Fast." Jerome said, Betty in his furry paw, and standing in the middle of the clearing.
Isaac stepped forward, smirking at him. "Well, well, well. If it isn't ASFJerome, the over-sized dog."
"BACCA!!!!" Jerome corrected, gripping his axe firmly.
"Whatever. Anyway, Jerome, how much do you favor this little teen?" Isaac countered, running his newly sharpened dagger across Mitch's face. His smile grew wider at the whimpers that came from the small teen.
"His names Mitch, and I will always protect him." Jerome snapped, his eyes locked soully on Mitch's terrified amber ones.
"How sweet." Isaac replied, voice dripping with sarcasm as he unsheathed a sword. "I hate it." A battle cry was heard and the fight began.
The two fought like madman, throwing uppercuts, down swings, and side slashes. Jerome always glanced at Mitch to see if he was okay.
Mitch hated this. Jerome was fighting all for his friend, and he was gonna get himself killed! He cringed every time iron clashed on diamond. Worst of all, he was forced to watch it all.
"Take a good look at your friend kid. 'Cause you won't ever see 'em again!" The henchman laughed positioning Mitch's head to see the fight perfectly. Suddenly, a shot was heard.
Mitch shut his eyes hoping it wasn't true. But his theory was half way correct. Jerome fell to the soft grass with a dart sticking out of his neck. A girl appeared out of the thick woods, holding a gun. "You took to long Isaac." She said lowering the gun.
"Well Mitch. I can't wait to see what He has in store for you. That Israphel is a tricky one." She said running a hand down his cheek.
"Good luck trying to save your friends now, skittle. Cause I'm back." She whispered.