Here we go, seguinte part. Hope people enjoy :)

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I stopped and leaned against a árvore wondering what Aaron could be up to, had he gone and gotten himself lost or worse had he found the bear?

I decided that I should head back and look for Aaron, dad would definitely notice that we were both gone and at that point it might be better if we didn't go back.

I was about 10 feet from the rock where we had started when I heard the brush being crushed again off to my north.

I leaned against the rock waiting for Aaron, a cougar or possibly a esquilo to come out of the woods. It seemed like I sat there for a long time waiting to see what it would be.

I sat there shaking my head when I heard the sound get much closer and much, much louder. As the sound neared the edge of the clearing I began to wonder if we made the wrong decision coming out here alone.
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I stood, not sure what I was preparing for. I mean if it was a bear, what was I going to do. I didn't have any weapons, I knew how to fight people but not animals.

My coração began to beat harder and faster as I look around the woods, trying to tell myself that I would be alright and would be início laughing about scaring myself shortly.

I stood there for about 5 minutos before I heard any sounds. The first sound I heard was a cry, it was one of the sounds that sends chills up your spine. I sat there listening to the poor animal when I heard a softer sound, not like a large animal smashing through the brush. No, it was mais like something that was hurt going to it's início to die.

I decided that the it was cruel to sit there and listen to something cry in pain and suffer, I set off into the woods hoping to find the poor animal soon so that I could end it's pain.I went around the corner of a large Oak árvore when I saw something that will forever be etched into my memory.

I came around the corner expecting to find a deer, raccoon or something like that. What I didn't expect to find was my brother Aaron lying in the brush. I ran as fast as I could to him, dropping to my knees seguinte to his head.

"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron can you hear me?" I cried in a panicked tone.

I took his head in my hands and tried to get his unfocused eyes to look at me.

"Emmett? Emmett!!" Aaron said as he tried to focus his eyes on my face. The panic was very obvious in his voice.

"Shhh Aaron don't move, you're going to be fine. Just stay still for a minute, where are you hurt?" I said as I looked over his body.

There were scratches all over his body, his clothes were shredded. His pants were torn just above his knee where I could see a large slash mark that went from his hip to his knee. The camisa that was once light green was now bright red stained with blood from a mark that covered his entire side. His face had smaller cuts and scrapes, but nothing that was enough to worry me. I kept taking his injuries in when he grabbed my hand, panic showing all over his face.

"We need to go now!! It isn't far off, it can't come back Emmett. I just want to go home, please can we go now. I don't want it to find me again." He was crying as his eyes dashed to different parts of the woods.

I could see that his whole body was shaking, I wasn't going to find out what happened and honestly I didn't care at this point. I just wanted to get him início to our mother where he could get all these cuts cleaned out and he could calm down and not fear.

I put my arms around him, getting ready to help him stand when he screamed in pain. I gently helped him back to the ground and watched as he gasped in pain trying to calm himself.

"I can't walk!! My foot, something is wrong with my foot." He cried as he looked down at his foot which was turned in a strange angle.

I knelt down beside him, wiping his hair out of his eye just trying to help him anyway I could. I knew that he was probably right and what ever had done this could still be around. I started staring at the shadows that were being cast por the moon. I knew that we needed to get out of the woods, and the sooner the better.

"Aaron, I am going to have to carry you. I promise to be as careful as I can be but this is probably going to hurt." I said as I bent down and picked him up off the ground.

He whimpered a bit, but just kept his head up looking at anything that moved. I stood carefully, trying not to jostle him anymore then I had to. I walked as fast as I could, just trying to make it out of the woods and back to where we could get help.

Neither of us spoke a word, I noticed that he winced mais then once from being carried but was trying to act like it didn't hurt. I smiled at the idea of my big brother being carried, but kept my eyes on the woods and the path knowing that neither of us were in the mood for a joke at that point.

It seemed like it took hours to get out of the woods, but we stepped out of the woods and onto the edge of the homestead. Aaron was starting to turn pale, and his breathing seemed like it was different then it had been. I knew that I needed to get him to the house, but was afraid that he wouldn't fair well with me running.

I looked into his eyes and made a quick decision.

"Aaron, I am going to set you down and go get help. I don't think you should mover until you are properly looked at." I said as I began to set him on the soft grass.

"No. No. NO! Don't leave me here alone. Please don't leave me here. I'm ok, just keep going. I won't say anything, just get me back to the house." The panic was very obvious in his voice, and I knew that leaving him here even for a short while would not be helpful to anyone.

I readjusted him in my arms, trying to get a better grip while trying not to hurt him.

We walked about 30 feet closer to the house when I began yelling for anyone that could hear me.

"HELP!! HELP!! Please!! Someone!!" I yelled until my voice was beginning to go out. I knelt to the ground, my own fatigue beginning to come through. I set Aaron down and fell to the ground seguinte to him.

It seemed like hours, but people began flooding out of the house/barns running to help, all with a similar look of fear on their faces.