B L O O D.

Blurs.

That is all that Bryce seen within the next long moments. Short movements like a horror movie as his caution faded in and out and each moment coming to him like a small mouse going to the cheese that had been placed in a trap. The cries of his sister reached him more than anything else.

"Get away from me!" She'd cry here and there. Then you would hear her let out screams that were so loud you were almost certain if they got any louder they'd cause an earthquake. He could feel his world crash down at how pitiful she sounded when her cries became muffled and men arguing back and fourth erupted. This was bad.

Bryce slowly began to gain cautious and in front of him was a fire, the flames dancing high. Sparks flew and he jerked as the smacking sound caught him off guard and nearly caused him to let out a strangled gasp. His blue eyes jerked up to lock with brown ones as a male stared down at him. It was the one who mounted his sister.

"Tch." He began to walk around the fire to the woodpile, grabbing more wood for it. The blonde looked around for a sign of his sister being near him and through all of it her black t-shirt stood out to him. Like him, she was tied to a tree, her head hung low as her messy braids rested on her back. He wanted to frown at the sight.

Her jacket had been torn from her and she was left in nothing but her now dirted white and black baseball t-shirt. Even her jeans were torn and soaked up with blood.

He wondered how men could be so cruel. Bryce looked to the man sitting across from her, Meg's hat on his head pulled down to cover his eyes with her coat covering him to keep him warm.

"So you're up." Came a deep voice causing his gaze to jerk around until they fell on a man in a red jacket, his white stripes nearly blending with the snow. He watched as each breath the Canadian took smoke came out only to disappear within seconds of being shown. "It's been a while since our last income with a survivor..not to mention a girl..you want to explain how you found her?"

Bryce stayed silent.

"Alright." He chuckled coldly as he knelt down to eye level with him. "Listen kid, I don't know who you are or who she is but you passed on to our land. Your girl even wounded one of my men so either you speak up or I let her freeze to death got it?"

The only sound was the wind blowing past them and snow began to dance like a flowers petals on a hot day. He watched as the man snickered bitterly before standing to his feet and giving a nod to the man with the glasses. The man picked up the gun before tossing it to the other one who caught it within seconds, not even flinching when the smacking sound erupted into the cold air, he aimed it at Bryce.

"Bryce, promise me you'll be by my side tomorrow?"

"I promise. You know I wouldn't leave you."

He stared at the end of the gun with emotionless eyes and then looked up at the man holding it to him. It was as if he was struggling to pull the trigger. Before he could pull it a loud shot was fired and a man let out a cry which caused both Bryce and the others to jump in fear. Panic.

"Brian!" Someone called as they rushed to the man who had fallen into the snow, his face covered with the thick coating of ice. More shots were fired and before anyone could even process what was going on Meg's screams erupted into the air. Bryce closed his eyes tightly as his fingers gripped the rope tightly in hopes of being safe.

Then all fell silent.

The wind howled between them as snow crunched under  the weight of others making their way to them. Bryce held his breath as the sound got louder until it was directly in front of him, then when he heard the rope cut and loosen, he opened his eyes to see the rope had fallen off. He couldn't help but wonder where the others had went. Bryce pulled himself to his feet and rushed over to his sister who was gasping in fear as she backed up into the tree. "Oh my god..Ryan it's a girl!" The man called out as he backed away in what seemed to be shock.

"A girl?!"

Bryce fell to his knees as he pulled his sister close to him, feeling her body press against him in response.