we will start something

When the other kids arrived, they just like Jaren and Bleux, started learning how to walk and eating grass for days on end until their appetite grew. A full week had passed when their gaze moved from grass to meat. They started hunting everything that that moved, to no avail.

Jumpers were to fast to catch, prey known as sprinters, deer like creatures as fast as a cheetah, were to fast. the others were to big and dangerous.

They were not smart enough to make tactics or make tools by themselves. Seeing that they had no chance, twenty- five of them split of to the only one of them who could hunt. He hunted and ate good everyday, and with the extra help they started hunting sprinters.

The other thirty-four, hungry and tired, went towards the campfire they saw that night. First ,curiously, they stayed in the distance and watched. When they saw the two at the fire were one of them, clearly stuffing themselves with delicious meat, they approached.

One of them approached the two first with his fist, using his desperation to his advantage, giving his all. The two boys had spears, easily overpowering him, but they didn't kill him, they just beat the snot out of him.

The the others came out of the shadows, but not hostile, they were to tired and weak to attack, they just came like puppies and begged for food. 'Do you think we should give our brothers and sisters food, wel bleux?'

'yes' he respond fast. His caring nature didn't die. Bleux gave them bits and pieces of the jumpers they collected. Which they jumped at like ants on sugar.

Bleux surprisingly, learned the English in a span of the week. It wasn't developed, not by a long shot, but he understood everything Jaren said, and could react in short answers. Making their teamwork fluid.

When Jaren woke up the next day, he, like his first day on the planet was surrounded by his siblings. Compared to them he and Bleux were a little bigger, and taller. Jaren and his companion had grown to about 100cm and the others to 90cm

He liked the fact that his siblings came to him for food, he felt like a hero. If they would keep following him, hunting bigger beast would also be possible. The next day they did not, they just stayed at the camp.

Every day since then the siblings, who Jaren would call the extras, would sleep deep until the afternoon and wait to be fed. Then they would simply play with each other till they got sleepy. They didn't hunt, they didn't explore, they just stayed close to the campfire and be there all day. Chilling away their biological need to survive and explore. But that wouldn't last forever.

Jaren saw that they didn't care to develop, and he didn't like that, as he himself experienced that, seeing it in front of him, although in a different form, made him disgusted

It was 10 days after they came when Jaren woke up early, collecting sticks and branches so he could turn them into spears. When he was done he would climb on a tree above the campfire and scream: 'OKAY LISTEN YOU LAZY F%CKS!' from that alone the extras and bleux would wake up with a gasp.

Seeing he got their sleepy attention Jaren continued 'I AM NOT YOUR FATHER, AND I REFUSE TO TAKE AWAY YOUR BEASTLY NATURE, FROM NOW ON YOU WIL HUNT!'

He pointed to the spears which he neatly stacked into a piramide, everyone followed his finger to them 'SEE THAT, THAT IS WHAT YOU'LL USE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES, SO BETTER PREPARE NOW,' Jaren jumped to the ground and landed on his knee with his fist denting the ground, superhero style 'CAUSE THE RACE IS NOT OVER.'

Jaren could not help but feel cool. The speech and the explosive ending, he thought it was all perfect.

he walked to the spears and take two, then he walked through into his little crowd, whom where still confused, taking Bleux by the hand and disappearing into the bushes.

'What do you mean?' Bleux suddenly asked

'I said what I said, they need to hunt. They need to live.' Jaren responded.

Later, deeper into the forest then they normally went, they stopped 'look at that' Jaren said, looking at a tree as big as a giant, branches, crooked, but long and with little sticks on the ends making then look like arms with broken fingers, under the screaming tree was a den.

'another spiky' Bleux responded, a little scared. A spiky, was a creature as big as boar, it's nose exactly the same as one, but exactly as the name suggested it was spiky. The fur of the creature was thick and hard, looking like grey wool, to hide the quilts. Like metal it was almost impossible to penetrate. It's only weakness being the bald face

The boys tried to take one on before. They charged it but when it curled up in a ball and started rolling at them, scrapping away the bark of the trees it ran into, they ran. 'It is sleeping, if we just sneak at it and stab it in the face, it wil die' Jaren's face was shinning enough for Bleux to understand that he wouldn't let this chance slip.

Bleux reluctantly agreed, and before he knew it, they were tiptoeing their way to the beast. Both trying to balance their spears so it wouldn't hit the ground, normally it would not matter, but this time their skin depended on it.

Dead grass, crunched under Jaren's foot, both immediately paused looking at the beast that was still snoring. They continued, their hearts pumping gallons of blood, their faces and body providing the waterfalls of sweat.

Eventually they both would stand at either side of the dens hole, spears high above their heads, ready to land and scratch some brains.

At the same moment a curious little drop from of sweat would drop from Bleux head to his neck straight down his arm on the spear, leaving a moist trail behind going down. It reached the sharpened point of the spear. Then fell on the spiky's head. The spikey opened it's eyes slowly, showing it's light brown eyes. Assessing it's surroundings while the droplet would travel from it's face, to chin.

The boys were shocked, but the split second they understood life and death alot more than usual. With a loud 'SH:T' from Jaren they went for the kill. The sweat fell to the roots in the den and splashed.

The Spiky bursted out, spin dashing past them. The boys jump backwards, the energetic gust of air giving off a deadly aura. 'OKAY, NIGERUNDAYO BLEUX!'.

They would each head for the bushes they came from, the spikey didn't allow. It encircled them, keeping them trapped. I

It did all of this while spinning. 'Get my back.' Jaren commanded.

But the spiky would cut in between them keeping them apart. Every few seconds it would pick either one of them and then would go for a frontal assault, either one just jumping out off the way.

When Jaren saw Bleux gasping for air, he knew he was tired, so did the beast. It would keep going for Bleux in the hopes of getting a easy kill, and it worked. Bleux kept fighting, jumping out of the way, evading critical hits but he was getting sloppy, every jump was just on the nick of time, getting hit a little bit everytime, deep scrapes marking his body, leaking red.

Jaren could not allow that, he had grown to attached to Bleux. At this point he could be his real brother. Jaren noticed that right before the beast hit Bleux, for a hundredth of a second, it's face would show, everytime.

So he held his spear at the steady and waited for THE moment. The beast would dash at Bleux again, 'Three' but with a quick sidestep he would dodge 'Jaren, help, please!' bleux would say gasping between every word.

The beast would circle again around the boys at a lightning quick pace and would be back on Bleux. 'two'. Bleux would try to sidestep again but slipped midway, he escaped but his foot got ran over.

'please! I need you' he screamed out in absolute pain. The beast came back for more blood, bended in Bleux his direction once more 'one'. Bleux scrambled, unable to use his leg, on al three's he dived out of the spiky's way, he dodged a trail of blood followed his foot. The spiky would take a 180 decree sharp turn to be right next Bleux. Bleux, now airborne, could not dodge 'Jaren?' he simply asked with tears in his eyes.

Jaren jumped in front of the beast, at the right moment the spear penetrated the spiky's face, right between the eyes. At the speed it was going the momentum didn't stop, moving Jaren backwards. With his toenails he grabbed the ground trying to slow down. He also had to use all bicep muscles to keep the beast from spinning forward.

They both slammed into the tree, jaren, being stabbed multiple times by the quilts. Crawling out if the deadlock that was the tree and dead beast, he fainted.

He woke up to Bleux tending to his wounds, putting thin leaves over his stab wounds, of which he had five. 'I thought you would run away' Bleux said

'of course not, your my baby bro, 'I was just thinking of the right time to strike' Jaren said slow with a weak voice, he still had to recover.

'what is that?'

'what is what?'

'baby Bo' Bleux said, not yet understanding family or the right pronunciation.

'a baby bro is someone important to someone else.'

'then are you my baby bro too.'

'no, because I'm older than you I think.'

They would stay there till nighttime. Going to the camp in this shape could mean death. So the stayed at the den for two day's, surviving of of the dead spikey.