Will frowned. Nathaniel turned to search the woods. Will took this as a chance to escape. He found the shade from a tree and disappeared. Will watched the young angel from the shadows. He called Will's name. When Will didn't answer, he started to cry.
"Hello?" Nathaniel was suddenly alone in the woods. He started to panic, looking around frantically for someone, anyone. "Hello?!" He cried out again. He pressed himself back against a tree, sinking down weakly. "I'm going to die in these woods…" He whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks
Will felt bad. He stepped out of the darkness and went over to Nathaniel. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
Joan launched out. "Shh…" She wasn't going to tell him not to cry, sometimes it's important. But he wasn't alone. "Come on. Will can go stuff it in his pants, he's rotten anyway. Trust me I've met him before."
Joan didn't see Will while she said that. And it was priceless when she saw him.
Will pushed Joan against a tree. "What'd you call me?"
The others seemed to appear out of nowhere and Nathaniel looked up at them. He quickly tried to brush the tears from his eyes. "W-where did you go? I thought I was going to be lost here forever!" He was still shaking a bit. One of his greatest fears was being lost, alone, helpless.
"Hey Nash, I was just in a tree. And you Mister," Joan started defendantly into his eyes, "I called you rotten."
"Why?" Will sneered. "I've been nothing but kind to this kid."
"But that's not the first time I met you. And you were rotten to me a few minutes ago." Joan said the last part quietly. No longer looking into Will's eyes.
"P-please don't fight!" Nathaniel cried out desperately. "I-I don't think violence is necessary!" His voice faltered and squeaked as he shrunk back against the tree
Will calmed down, "what'd I do? Please remind me, oh Queen of Hell."
"Please. I won't fight a man this temperamental." Joan smirked, still pinned.
"Don't. Call. Me. That."
Will found her weakness, he smiled. "What? Don't want me to call you Queen of Hell? I could do it all day long. Try me, Princess."
Joan shut her mouth. She wouldn't provoke him when she knew that it would end with punches. But she wouldn't give up her pride either.
Nathaniel felt helpless in this situation. Will certainly wasn't helping his case. He covered his eyes, not wanting to watch a fight take place
"Please, put me down," Joan whispered. "I want to talk to Nash."
"And why would I do that? You called me rotten for a reason. I'm just trying to prove your words."
Joan would have to wait this one out. Will will get bored of this torment soon enough, she thought.
"Please put me down."
Will heard a scream and backed up. Joan moved around him and approached Nathaniel. Will shook his head and left.
"Wait!" Joan called to Will. "We might need your help…"
Suddenly, there was silence. Nathaniel looked through his fingers. Will was gone. His heart started racing again. Where was he? He was startled by Joan's sudden appearance in front of him. He slowly lowered his hands
Will turned back. "Why would you want my help." He held back his tears. "I can't be nice to anyone, anymore. What good would I do?"
"I can't fight…. and neither can he apperantly… Besides, I said you were rotten not mean."