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Lucy’s eyes lit up, glad that it was that easy. She liked people who could appreciate a good old fashioned adventure. She doubted it would turn into anything, but she would rather walk into the dark woods than lie there alone with her thoughts. She bowed down dramatically and held out her hand to help Joss out of her bed. “M'lady,” she offered with a coy little smile playing on her lips.
It hadn’t occurred to her to go armed and she didn’t fancy running back to her dorm to grab a paint brush to wield. “Actually, sounds like you’ll be my protector. But I don’t mind bugs so I have one strength.” She left her hand out as an offering anyway.
She was pretty sure that if anybody else at school had uttered the phrase ‘m’lady’ anywhere near her, she’d have broken out in hives but coming from Lucy, it was oddly charming in an ironic sort of a way. Or maybe Lucy was just charming and anything she said sounded cool. Whatever, Joss hardly had time to dwell on the details when there was potentially some kind of night-stalking creature lurking outside their bedroom windows.
“You mean you’re the brains and I’m the brawn?” she suggested, raising an eyebrow as a light chuckle left her lips. She spent a lot of time in the gym sure but her weighted exercises were more about ball control and stamina rather than beating a monster to death in the woods. Still, she wasn’t adverse to the idea of being somebody’s knight in shining armor. She spent a lot of time around boys double her size, it was kind of cool to be the tough guy for once.
As she stepped out into the open space outside the senior cabin, she felt the muscles in her back tighten slightly. What was that? A rustle? Footsteps? Did she hear somebody talking? No, no, it was just the adrenaline in her veins playing tricks on her mind but then- “I heard something,” she confessed, “In the tree?” it had started out as a statement but had ended up as a question as she struggled to determine what she had actually heard and what she had imagined. “Was it-” she looked in one direction and then another, her grip tightening on her hockey stick as she failed to figure out which direction the sound, real or imaginary had actually come from.
















