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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
We meet a new character in this chapter. I think you'll like him—he's a bit different from what I've written before and he plays a future role, so I hope he's to people's liking :)— BTW, where Robin is at is my hometown. I'm not an expert on it, but I know what things look like when you get off the highway, so it'll be pretty accurate. So enjoy :)
SladinForever

After two days of walking, Robin was nearing Grants Pass, Oregon. The weather there was cold, cloudy, and raining off and on. Robin didn't mind getting a little wet, but he was fairly chilled from the biting wind. He decided to go into town and buy some clothes to keep warm. Besides, he really wanted a toilet to use. Right off the Exit, there were a few restaurants and stores not far away. He made sure no one was close-by as he reached a Denny's. Once the coast was clear, he entered stealthily and went through the hall to reach the bathrooms. Only one stall was being used. To make sure no one saw him if they entered, he went in one, used the bathroom, and then quickly washed his hands before leaving.
Knowing he couldn't hide forever in a big town like this, Robin was cautious. He didn't know if people here had Meta Humans like him or if they were well known. He didn't want people to freak out if they saw his ears and tail. In the distance to his left, Robin saw a Walmart sign. He had at least seventy-five dollars on him. Hopefully he could buy a jacket and at least a hat to cover his ears. Looking both ways, Robin saw that he could cross from where he was if he jogged. He was on a sidewalk on a one-way, five-lane street, the cars coming from his left. He reached the other side in seconds and headed for the store.
Ten minutes later and he entered Walmart through the garden section. Robin glanced around, saw that no one was looking, and went further in. He soon reached the clothing section, which was between the grocery section and office supplies and car equipment. Going to the teen's racks, he found a black sweatshirt for sixteen dollars. It took Robin a little while to find where baseball caps were. He grabbed a black Starter hat for ten and then proceeded to the checkouts. Not many of the registers were open and the lines were fairly long. At least five or six per line. His best bet was the ten items or less rows, so he went there. Robin glanced around, watching the people walk around the store. A few minutes later and his items rang up. The cashier smiled at him after getting the full price.
"That'll be twenty-six dollars." Robin pulled out some cash from his backpack and then handed it to her. "Have a great day."
Robin left hurriedly after grabbing his bag and headed towards the center of the city. Stopping at a small hut-like building called Dutch Bros, he took off the tags and then threw the bag away. He pulled the sweater on and forced his ears inside the hat. Going to a parked car, he looked in the mirror. A sweat drop fell down his temple. Robin looked strange without normal human ears attached to his head where the rim of the hat rested on.
"Well this sucks."
Growling low, Robin took off the hat, grew out a claw, and made slits for his ears to go through. He may as well hide his identity at least, he decided. When he was finally ready to head towards the opposite Exit, he started on his way. To plan the fastest route, he pulled out a map and looked at it. The other Exit, that was all the way across town, would take forty minutes to reach, thirty if he ran for a while. He needed to get on sixth street and go all the way down it. Then he had to cross a bridge, pass a park, and go up to the freeway. Robin checked other cities and rivers close to this city. The next town after that was Roseburg and then Eugene. He had to stay on Interstate 5 if he wanted to go up into Canada and then to Alaska.
'Is there such a thing as Canadian wolves?'
Maybe Canada was a better idea than Alaska. Robin was fairly bored with all of this traveling alone since it had been a week since leaving Jump. Once he was satisfied with his route, he put his map away and walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his jacket pockets. Vehicles zoomed right past him. Robin almost wished someone saw him and said something. His ears fell the longer he walked. He soon reached the end of the street where the two sets of lanes crossed over each other. He had to wait at the crosswalk for almost two minutes. The machine turned from a red hand to a walking white person. Wanting to get to his destination faster, Robin ran across, tightening his backpack straps.
For the next ten minutes, he ran on the sidewalk, the sun peaking in through the gray clouds. He soon reached another crosswalk after running in a curve for seven minutes. From his left, a boy on a skateboard was crossing. Robin ignored him as he flew past him from behind. Glancing over, he saw him turn the corner. There were two ways he could go: stay going straight or follow the skateboarder. Either way, it would take him to the same place. In the end, Robin decided to go straight. It seemed faster anyway.
For another fifteen minutes he ran. The sidewalk had ended a little ways back, so he was now running next to the ditches on the side of the road. Drivers continued to ignore him. He soon made it to the Exit. He ran past a Bi-Mart when he slowed to a walk, breathing heavily. Alongside him were a few antique-looking shops, places where Rednecks could buy stuff. Then there were the usual fast food restaurants, banks, and two grocery stores side-by-side on the left of him, far across the way. Soon, a YMCA came into view along with a horse racing track. It was empty and muddy. Robin glanced at it and then ignored it, but did a double take. Stopping and turning, he saw someone on the track, walking leisurely. Curiosity getting the better of him, Robin made his way to the fence that bordered the freeway and track.
On the track was a teen with short, spiked, brown hair. His eyes were a clouded green and claw mark scars passed over them. He wore a black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and white skate shoes with half-untied black laces. Two belts crossed each other on his waist, both with silver buckles. His hands were in his jean pockets, his posture relaxed. The boy stopped abruptly.
"What do you want?"
Robin stopped mid-step, a look of surprise on his face. He had been silent this whole time. "Sorry, I just saw you down here by yourself and-" The teen turned to him. "Oh, so that's how you knew I was there."
The teen's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want?" he asked again.
Robin scratched his left ear. "I felt something strange coming off you so I came to see what it was. Curiosity got the better of me. You're not a normal human, are you?"
The teen snorted angrily. "Whatever that awful noise your making is, knock it off." Robin blinked in confusion. He stopped scratching his ear, dropping his hand down sharply. "You're not normal either, are you?" Robin nodded, forgetting already that the kid was blind. "I figured as much."
Robin's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't-"
"I heard your head bob up and down. I am, as you have realized, blind. That doesn't mean you will beat me."
"Huh-?" The teen thrust his hand forward. Without even touching him, Robin flew back, crashing into the mud. His backpack was covered in it as he sat up, growling. "What was that for?"
"I'm challenging you," the teen said. "A fight to the death."
Robin scrambled up and back, throwing his backpack aside. "What did I ever do to you?"
Lifting his foot, the boy started taking off his shoes. "Nothing…yet." He tossed his shoes aside. "Now, prepare to lose your life, wolf."
Robin's eyes widened. "How do you know I'm-?"
Lifting his hands, white streaks swirled around the boy's arms and fingers. "My name is Sam. I have sworn to kill all wolves that ever cross my path. You will be long dead before ever knowing the reason why."
With insane speed, the white streaks uncurled from Sam's arms, flying straight at Robin's chest. He back flipped quickly several times to get away, but they kept on coming. On the final flip, Robin dropped down. When the streaks passed, he placed his hands behind his head and flipped back onto his feet, sliding back a few inches. Sam ran towards him, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he was a foot from Robin, he threw a right punch out. A spiral of white flew out, forcing Robin back into the air. When he landed on his side, he rolled over, getting to his feet.
Sliding to a stop in the dirt, Sam turned, stepping back to dodge a punch. He kneed Robin in the stomach and then quickly lifted his leg, kicking him in the side of the face. Robin flew to the side, crashing into the ground. He looked up as Sam aimed a heel kick to his chest. Growling, Robin rolled forward, dug his hands and feet into the ground, and pushed off hard, spiraling fast sideways. Sam's heel hit the ground where he had been, creating a three-inch deep crater. A bit of dirt flew out from the perimeter. Robin landed on all fours, sliding sideways. Quickly getting up, Sam ran towards him. Standing, Robin jumped back and moved his head in wild directions as he tried hitting him with punches and kicks of air. He let out a loud laugh.
"All of you damn wolves are cowards!"
Feeling insulted, Robin ducked and moved to the side as he turned. Sam slid around right as he started swiping at him with his claws. He blocked the hits with his arms, stepping back only a few times. Robin was so blinded by anger that he didn't see Sam's left fist coming at his temple. White energy surrounded it seconds before it made contact with his head. With a cry of pain, he tripped over his feet and fell to the ground. He bounced and rolled once before stopping on his side. With his eye closed, Robin dug his claws into the ground and started to push up with his hands. He stumbled to his feet, feeling woozy. He placed a hand to the left side of his head, feeling something wet dripping down his cheek from his temple. Blood dripped from Sam's fist. Robin growled at him, trying to figure out what to do. Sam was too fast and it didn't help that his hearing was probably better than his. An idea suddenly popped into Robin's head. He stepped back a few times to distance himself.
"I admit that I can't win. So do me a favor before you kill me: why? Why does me being a wolf make you hate me? I just met you. I haven't done anything to you."
"You want to know?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
Sam stepped back. "You said you haven't done a thing to me. Well, not yet."
Robin glared at him, forgetting that the left side of his face hurt. "What makes you think I will do anything to you period? I'm trying to get somewhere. When I saw you, I wanted to find out who you were and what you were doing by yourself. I wasn't looking for a fight."
"Because all wolves are the same," Sam said. "They're nothing but cold-blooded killers who don't care about anything but themselves and what they hunt for. They're all beasts."
Robin frowned. "You're wrong."
"Am I? I know from first hand experience the killing nature of these so called 'saints'."
Robin swallowed. "What happened?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. "Six years ago, my entire life was taken from me. My mother passed away quickly after giving birth to me eighteen years ago, so it was just me and my dad. He never remarried. All he could ever want, he had, and that was me. The second I could hold a rifle, I began hunting with him in the woods every hunting season. We hunted deer, elk, and on a rare occasion a bear. One day, my dad and I were out hunting deer, not bothering anything else, when a pack of wolves appeared. My dad told me to run back to the truck when they ran towards us, their fangs exposed. My dad managed to shoot two of them before they mauled him over. I turned back when he screamed. My father's blood covered the wolves' mouths and they began to eat him alive. One of the wolves saw me, while the others continued to eat my father's body, and it attacked me. I still had my rifle and I attempted to shoot it as it tried biting my face. The wolf fell back after the bullet pierced it. Its claws scratched my eyes in the process. I ran blindly as blood spilled from my face, trying to get to the truck. Two other wolves chased me, but I was able to jump into the driver's seat and slam the door shut. I locked it, so the wolves couldn't get in. They attacked the truck, crashing their teeth into the window. I screamed in agony as my eyes burned in pain. My vision blurred and I fell unconscious from blood loss.
"When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, my face wrapped in bandages. A park ranger had been patrolling and found my dad's bloodied and mangled body. He saw the blood and scratches on the door and window of the truck and came to investigate. The man found me and rushed me to the emergency room. I learned about this about a week later. That was around the same time the doctors told me I would never see again. Those wolves left me to live and bear the memory of my father's brutal murder. When I was strong enough, I ran away and trained myself to hear better than any canine. That's when I discovered I could use the power of the wind at my disposal. For two years I searched for those damned wolves that destroyed me. Every wolf that crossed my path, I killed. I have sworn on my father's grave that I will continue to avenge him.
"So now you know my reasoning. Human or not, I will kill you. Those bastards did not show my father and me mercy and neither will you."
Robin's ears were folded back. "I admit, what they did to you and your dad was terrible; I believe you on that." Sam's eyes narrowed. "But, you can't judge all of them because of a single pack of wolves. I'm going to prove to you that not all wolves are the same."
Sam sneered. "Never trust a wolf. Now, prepare to die."
Sam was about to form a few wind spirals around his hands and arms when Robin jumped high into the air, his right hand poised by his head. With a feral cry, he thrust it towards Sam's face, forcing his palm into his forehead. With full strength, Robin forced his body backwards. Sam crashed on his back, crying out in pain. Robin was crouched beside him, holding his forehead with his hand. Sam's body became lax, his arms sticking a few inches from his body. Breathing deep, Robin slowly stood up straight, staring determinedly down at him.
"H-How…d-did you…?"
"I waited until you started talking before coming towards you," Robin said. "As I talked, I changed the pitch and volume of my voice, making you think I hadn't moved. It didn't take me long to figure out how much my voice needed to change in order to sneak up on you."
Sam growled in anger. "Going to k-kill me then?"
Robin snorted. "Like I said, you can't judge every wolf because of a single pack. Besides," Turning to the side, Robin closed his eyes, "I was born human. My wolf side doesn't overpower me." Walking to his backpack, Robin picked it up with his right hand and slung it over his shoulders. He glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye, his face blank and eyes narrowed. "Just remember that I proved you wrong and we'll be even."
After adjusting his pack, Robin stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked away. Sam lay still for a long time, his face void of emotion. Blood tears formed in his tear ducts. His fingers dug into the dirt as he curled his hands into fists.
'You will pay for this, wolf.'
Closing his eyes, Sam drifted into unconsciousness.

Robin plopped down by a river's edge, his legs folded under him. He placed his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs. His right ear twitched as the biting wind blew through the forest. It was well past midnight and he was dead tired. His tail wrapped around him.
"Why couldn't I have been turned into a bird?"
An owl hooted off in the distance. Crickets chirped and grasshoppers sang in the tall grass. Robin's eyes slowly closed, but he jerked them open. This happened a few times before he finally decided to find some shelter. There were clumps of bushes around the trees, but none were big enough to hide him. He was just about to give up and sleep out in the open when something caught his eye. Running behind a tree, he peered around it, looking for the thing that had moved. He sniffed the air to pick up any scents. His tail suddenly bristled angrily.
'Panther!'
Robin slid down quietly, keeping his body hidden in the grass and lower limbs of the trees. Leaves were stepped on, making a crinkling sound. Then a twig snapped not too far away. Robin's heartbeat quickened. Swallowing, he slid further down, peering around the tree. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the back of a large, white cat a few feet from his hiding place. He jumped when an owl hooted a few trees away. It took flight, flying over the panther. It watched the owl vanish in the darkness, a small growl emanating from its throat. Lowering its head, it started to walk away.
Robin lay in silence for ten minutes before feeling safe again. With a small, tired sigh, he took his backpack off his shoulders and used it as a pillow for his head as he curled up into a tight ball to stay warm. Yawning, Robin closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A jeep pulled into the parking lot in front of the fairgrounds. Three men stepped out, the driver holding a cigarette in his hand as he sucked in the fumes with his mouth. He flicked it before heading for the horse racetracks. They approached Sam, who was sitting on the rail of the stands. He turned his head when the three men stopped underneath him.
"Get down, Sam."
Sam frowned and glared down at them. "I don't take orders from you, Clay. The wolf brat is heading north. I failed to take him down, but he can't be too far. But the more you waste your time talking to me, the farther away he gets. So get out of my sight."
Jesse snorted. "You're blind. Or have you forgotten?" A clod of damp dirt suddenly hit Jesse in the back of the head. He put a hand to it. "Hey!"
"Fuck you, asshole!" Sam said angrily.
"Calm down, Sam," Clay said. "We'll go." Turning around, Clay headed back for the jeep. "We'll be seeing you around kid."
Rubbing the back of his head, Jesse glared at Sam for a few seconds before following Clay. Trip watched them go before turning back to Sam, who finally dropped down. Going into his pocket, Trip pulled out two hundred dollars in twenties and handed it to him.
"Thanks for slowing him down for us, Sam."
Sam snatched the cash, folded it, and then placed it in his pocket. "I'd have gladly killed the little fucker instead."
Trip patted his shoulder and then gently gripped the side of his neck. "I know kid. Take care."
Turning around, Trip headed for the gate. Sam stared in his direction. "…Thanks."
Trip just nodded before jogging away. Sighing, Sam waited for the jeep to pull out of sight before following them at a walk. It was about time to return to his boss.
Meanwhile, Robin was running on all fours. He swore at himself for sleeping in so late. Who knew how far the kidnappers were at this point. They could be right behind him for all he knew.
"Okay, don't think like that."
"The first sign of insanity is when you talk to yourself!"
Tripping, Robin fell on his face, his arms sticking under him and his legs flying up into the air. After they plummeted back down to earth thanks to gravity, he quickly jumped to his feet, looking wildly around.
"What?"
There was a sound of something tapping on wood. "Look behind you, strange animal-hearing human." Robin looked over his shoulder and then up. Sitting on a tree trunk was a woodpecker with a red head. It was using its beak to make a hole in the trunk. "Good, you found me."
Robin stepped forward to get a better look. "I'm not insane. It's just becoming a habit. I've been alone for a while."
The woodpecker stopped to hop around on his branch and look down at him. "Where you heading by yourself?"
Robin shrugged. "I'm either going to Canada or Alaska."
"Oooooh, Canada. Canada is fun! Bunch of hunters there though."
The woodpecker talked very fast, which kind of irritated Robin.
"So I've heard."
"Why go alone? Better to travel in numbers. Best defense that way, yup yup!"
Robin scratched the back of his right ear vigorously. "No one trusts me."
The woodpecker took flight, swooping down towards Robin. He flew around behind him and then landed on his shoulder. Robin glanced at him. "Worried you'll hurt someone?"
"I did once, so yeah," Robin said. "I hurt one of my friends, so I was kicked out of my home and I decided to move somewhere else after I was chased by men with guns. I'm part red wolf so I was going to look for a pack to live with. If they accept me anyway."
The woodpecker preened his wing feathers while he had talked. When he was done, he looked at Robin. "Who knows. Maybe they will. Though, you look pretty weird."
Robin growled lowly, his response sarcastic. "Well thanks."
The woodpecker hopped into the air and started flapping. He made his way back to the tree. "Whelp, good luck! Watch out for the hunters!"
Robin snorted as he watched the bird fly away. Turning, he continued on his way, at a walk this time. It didn't take long for him to become bored again. He sighed, trying to figure out what to do. If he had a book, he would be reading that. Robin's stomach suddenly growled. Not wanting to hunt, he searched through his backpack while he walked. He found a few packs of Oreos, one package of chicken-flavored ramen, half a bottle of drinking water, and, possibly, a rotted apple. Taking that out, he threw it over his shoulder, leaving it for some other bird or a deer. Robin grabbed one of the Oreo packages, placed his backpack back over his shoulders, and tore into the plastic. When he ate Oreos, he used a certain method. He would take one out, twist the cookies in opposite directions, and then eat the one with the filling on it. He normally ate them with a glass of cold milk, but, sadly, he had none.
After the cookies had been devoured, Robin stuffed the trash in his pack and then stretched. As his arms fell, something suddenly zoomed by in between his cheek and forearm. A few drips of blood fell from his cheek, making his eyes widen.
"Finally caught up to you, brat." Robin slowly lowered his arms all the way and then looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide in fear. The two men that had chased him before were behind him, along with a new, much stronger looking fellow. They all had packs and weapons on them. The strongest had black hair and was shouldering a rifle. "Turn around slowly so we can see you properly," he said with a deep voice. Swallowing, Robin slowly turned around. His tail wrapped around his waist tightly and his ear twitched. The man looked him over. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Slowly bending his knees, Robin tensed, his left foot sliding backwards. The other two men aimed their rifles at him. He growled softly at them.
"Who are you and why are you chasing me for money?" he asked, his claws growing on his hands.
"That is classified until we take you to where we have to go," the strong man said. "If you decide to run, we will chase you and hurt you. As for who we are, my name is Clay, the man on my left is Trip and on my right, Jesse. Come quietly and you won't get hurt."
Robin gritted his teeth and growled. It grew in intensity. "I'm not coming period."
With fast reflexes, Robin darted to the right, surprising Jesse and Trip but not Clay. He sighed, lowering his rifle from his shoulder.
"Let's go."
Robin glanced back. Jesse and Trip chased after him while Clay turned around and walked off. Growling, Robin adjusted his legs and began running on all fours. He heard the rifles go off. Bullets zoomed by as he swerved to avoid them. Every other minute he made a different turn, but never back tracked. He started running much faster. Luckily, Jesse and Trip had stopped shooting.
Robin suddenly heard something off in the distance behind him on his right. Turning his head, he could barely make out something wide barreling after him. It swerved in and out of trees to avoid hitting them. It suddenly jerked further to the right. Growling, Robin jerked to the left, bounded up a tree quickly, and then gave chase from up there. Jesse and Trip were running in the direction of the jeep. It started coming towards them while still swerving to avoid hitting the trees. Once they were aligned with it, Trip quickly jumped onto the back while Jesse yanked the passenger door open. He jumped in and slammed the door shut. Clay swerved to the right and looked up through the windshield, searching for Robin. A minute later and Trip maneuvered into the back seat, slamming the door shut.
"He's heading towards a cliff that leads up to the highway! It shouldn't be far!"
Back in the trees, Robin looked down and saw the jeep coming towards him. Soon it passed underneath. Stopping, he jumped down and stood up straight, breathing heavily. The jeep was getting further and further away. Sighing heavily in relief, Robin fell onto his rear to take a breather. His ears suddenly perked up. Slowly lifting his head, he saw the jeep coming back, driving straight towards him. Growling, Robin jumped to his feet, positioned his joints again, and then ran right at it. Jesse's eyes widened in the passenger seat.
"That brat wants to play Chicken!"
"Get your rifle ready then," Clay said. "If the mutt wants to play a suicide game, then we'll play."
Quickly rolling the window of his door down, Jesse stood up, positioned himself on the hood of the jeep, and then aimed his rifle at Robin. He took careful aim while using his scope, waited a few seconds, and then fired. The bullet flew straight at Robin's left shoulder. He dodged to the right, the bullet hitting the ground and leaving a light blue mark behind on a tree. Within seconds the gap between him and the jeep was fifty feet, then forty feet, and then thirty. Jesse fired another bullet, but missed as Robin dodged. Once they were only ten feet apart, he quickly pushed off high into the air. Jesse fired a bullet right at him, but he quickly ran up over the roof, rolled forward, and then took a giant leap right off the back of the jeep.
"Did you fucking see that?!"
"No!" Clay and Trip shouted at the same time, sounding annoyed instead of disappointed.
Jesse quickly got back in right as Clay swerved in a circle to face the opposite direction. Robin was almost just a shadow as he neared the end of a rocky hill. Clay hit the gas hard and they continued the chase. The trees started to diminish in numbers the closer they were to reaching him. The grass also started to disappear with nothing but dirt left behind. Robin saw that the ground was about to end. Looking beyond that, he saw the rocky cliff that Trip mentioned a few minutes before. Thinking that this was his big break to escape these men, he ran even faster. The jeep was still managing to keep up, but it wasn't getting much closer. The end of the deep, dropping hill was only one hundred or so feet away. Robin could already taste his victory.
"I think he's going to jump, Clay!" Trip shouted from the middle of the front seats.
"Che! Jesse, hold the wheel!"
Clay started to rise from his seat while Jesse grabbed the steering wheel and tried to hold it steady. Throwing open his door, Clay stood up, grabbed his rifle, and took careful aim. Robin was almost to the end of the hill, his strength flowing full force to the back of his legs. He was a few feet to the right of the jeep, giving Clay a clear shot of his left side. Holding his thumb on the trigger, he looked through his scope, aimed a little higher than his initial target, and fired.
Robin heard the bang right as he started to jump off the top of the hill. He flew forward several feet in the air, his legs facing straight down and his arms bent at the elbow beside him. He started to descend towards the rocks right as the bullet came at his side, piercing him. Robin bit his tongue when it actually hurt. Blood flew from the small wound, which was covered in the same blue substance as before on the tree. He started falling. Back in the jeep, Clay got back in, grabbed the wheel, and slammed on the brake. As he was reaching the end of the hill, he jerked the wheel hard to the right, making it swerve so it was sideways with the drop off. The jeep came to a forced stop, causing Trip and Jesse to fall to the right in their seats. Getting out, Clay ran to the end of the hill and looked over. Robin crashed into the side when he was almost to the bottom and started tumbling down towards the valley. After a few more rolls, he crashed to the bottom, rolled sideways back on his hands and feet, and started to run towards the other side, albeit clumsily. He placed a hand to his wound, growling in pain. Clay turned to Jesse and Trip.
"You two, stay here! I'll capture him! Get the cage ready!"
"Yes sir!"
Gripping his rifle with both hands, Clay started down the hill in a much safer fashion. It didn't take long for him to reach the bottom and chase after Robin. Hearing his running footsteps, he decided to discard his backpack and shirt, to lighten his load for the next challenge ahead. He had to climb a sheer, rocky cliff to reach the highway. After throwing his stuff aside, he stood up straight, and ran as fast as his hurting side would allow to the bottom of the cliff. His breathing was suddenly very hard and loud, like he could hardly catch a breath. He even tripped on the first jutted rock as he started to climb. Trying to ignore the fatigue quickly entering his body, Robin swung his legs up onto the next rock and then the next. Clay shouldered his rifle against his back and climbed after him like it was an easy climb.
"Stop running already kid. The poison in my bullets will stop you soon enough anyway."
Robin was really having trouble breathing now and his hands and feet started to go numb. Reaching a hard to climb rock, he grew out his claws, pierced into it, and tried to climb up it. He slipped once, but managed to keep going. When he reached the top, he bent his arms and placed them down on the smooth surface. His eyes closed tightly for a few seconds as he tried pulling himself up. Smirking at his determination to keep going despite the poison's effects taking place, Clay picked up a good sized rock and chucked it high above his head. It flew towards a few loose rocks and, when they hit, they started to fall. Clay quickly moved out-of-the-way as they fell towards Robin, not wanting to get in the crossfire. Finally getting onto the rock, Robin looked up, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open in shock. Quickly turning, he scooted back into another rock right as two reached him. They crashed into the edge of the rock he sat on. It wobbled a little, but it was still pretty sturdy. Robin was about to get to his feet when a few more rocks came crashing down.
Robin cried out in immense pain. A large rock had landed on his outstretched leg. With the little strength he had left, he tried to push it off. He was getting weaker and weaker with each passing second. Panic started setting in as he heard Clay getting closer. Robin whimpered as he pushed a final failed attempt, wondering what was going to happen to him. Still desperate to get away, he tried to stand and pull his leg out at the same time, but it was useless. He only fell back down, exhaustion overcoming him.
Clay stepped onto a smaller rock that was diagonally from Robin. Taking his rifle off his back, he opened the handle and started adding more bullets. Robin stared at him with pleading eyes, which he ignored.
"You'll be unconscious soon," he said, taking his sweet ass time. Robin's eyes drooped, but he jerked them open. Clay snorted, amused. "Don't worry, the poison was only to slow you down in case you decided to run." Once the bullets were in, Clay jerked the muzzle upward, clicking it back in place with the grip. "Your leg might have avoided serious injury if you had just come quietly." Robin's vision started to blur. His body became heavy as his muscles shut down. Clay smirked down at him. "We'll take good care of you until we hand you over to our employer. If we didn't, our payment would decrease." Robin growled weakly in response. His vision was dimming. "Any second n-hm?"
Robin could barely make out Clay looking up past him. A dark shadow suddenly appeared beside him. All he saw was a blur and Clay flying back off his rock, screaming. Then, as though it weighed nothing, the blurred figure grabbed the rock on Robin's leg and hurled it over the side. He faintly heard it crash into other rocks on its way down before his vision turned black. With unconsciousness finally setting in, Robin's head turned to the right. The last thing he remembered was feeling someone strong picking him up in their arms and then heading up the cliff.

To Be Continued…

NOTE: Some may wonder why a panther would be in a habitat that isn't its normal habitat, but it plays a HUGE part way later. The fact it's white is also a key point in the story lin
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