Odyssey Of Survival-Chapter 39 Errand Boy

Jason and Axel stood under the pale glow of the moon, their breath fogging in the crisp night air. The camp around them was quiet, save for the faint murmurs of distant conversations and the crackling of campfires. The two young men were huddled near Bella’s tent, a sense of purpose and mischief evident in their hushed whispers.

"Stop moving," Axel hissed as Jason shifted on his feet nervously.

"I’m not moving!" Jason shot back, though he was clearly fidgeting.

Axel grabbed Jason’s arm and yanked him closer, his sharp eyes scanning his friend’s outfit. "You look like shit. No way Bella’s going to even glance at you like this. Roll up your sleeves."

Jason frowned. "Why does that matter?"

"Because it shows off the tattoo, dumbass," Axel said, rolling his eyes. "Trust me, girls love bad boys. And you’ve got the whole ’mysterious guy with a past’ vibe going for you. Work with it." He tugged at Jason’s shirt, rolling up the sleeves himself and adjusting the collar until he was satisfied.

Jason looked down at himself, then back at Axel. "You think this is going to work?"

Axel grinned. "I know it will. You look hot, man. Now go in there and make your move. Remember—confidence."

Jason took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. "Alright. Let’s do this." He started toward Bella’s tent, his steps purposeful, but as he reached the entrance, he hesitated for a split second.

Axel noticed and gave him a firm shove. "Go!" he hissed.

Jason stumbled forward, pulled back the flap of the tent, and stepped inside.

The moment he entered, he froze. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes caught the glint of a blade hurtling toward him. The knife stopped mere millimeters from his forehead, hovering in mid-air. Jason’s entire body stiffened, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"What do you want?" Bella’s voice was icy and sharp, cutting through the silence like the knife she wielded. Her eyes bore into him, unblinking and cold.

Jason stammered, struggling to find his voice. "I-I… I just thought you might need help with… something," he said, his voice cracking.

Bella didn’t move for a moment, her gaze unwavering. Then, almost imperceptibly, her expression softened, though her guard was still up.

"Help with what?" She asked, skeptism evident in her voice.

Jason raised his hand and replied with a honest expression, "Anything".

She murmured something under her breath, so quietly that Jason couldn’t make it out: "A servant boy… in a world like this… not a bad idea."

Jason shifted awkwardly, unsure of what she was thinking. Bella’s mind, however, was elsewhere. Memories of her past life—her life before the crash—flashed through her mind. She’d been the daughter of a powerful businessman, living in a sprawling mansion with servants catering to her every whim. She’d never had to lift a finger. Here, though, she was just another survivor, forced to fend for herself. She hated it.

She looked at Jason again, her lips curling into a faint smirk. "Are you sure you know what you’re offering?"

Jason nodded quickly, seizing the opportunity. "I swear, I’m just here to help. No ulterior motives. You seem like you could use an extra pair of hands."

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Bella studied him for a moment longer before lowering her knife and stepping closer to him. Jason held his breath, unsure of what to expect.

"Alright," Bella said finally, gesturing around the tent. "As you can see, this place is a mess. It’s not dirty, just… disorganized. Fix it."

Jason grinned, relieved to have a clear task. "You got it," he said confidently, rolling up his sleeves further and getting to work.

Meanwhile, outside the tent, Axel watched with bated breath, his curiosity growing by the second. He strained his ears, trying to catch snippets of the conversation, but he couldn’t make out a word.

"What the fuck is going on in there?" he muttered to himself, craning his neck to get a better view.

When Bella finally emerged from the tent, Axel’s jaw nearly hit the ground. She was grinning—no, glowing—with satisfaction. He stared in disbelief, his mind racing.

"What the hell did he say to her?" Axel whispered, utterly baffled.

Before he could dwell on it, a figure walked past him, catching his attention. His eyes widened as he took in the sway of her hips and the curve of her figure.

"Damn," Axel said under his breath, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That ass."

Without a second thought, he turned and followed her, his curiosity about Bella and Jason momentarily forgotten.

The camp was a flurry of quiet activity as Nate and Madison returned, their expressions worn but unreadable. Nate walked with a composed yet tense stride, his mind racing with the events that had just unfolded. Madison lagged slightly behind, her steps uneven, and her hand occasionally resting on her lower back as if to soothe some unseen ache.

Bella, who had been wandering aimlessly around the camp, noticed them approaching from a distance. Her curiosity was piqued as she saw the pair, and she instinctively moved closer. Her sharp eyes immediately fell on Nate.

She stopped in her tracks, her gaze lingering on him. His hair, which Madison had neatly cut just days ago, had grown back impossibly fast. It was wild yet strangely appealing, curling lightly over his forehead in a way that framed his face. The fire that had consumed him earlier seemed to have left him transformed—his features sharper, his posture more commanding.

"Not bad," Bella murmured to herself, the words slipping out before she realized it.

She quickly glanced around, hoping no one had heard her unintended compliment. But her eyes were drawn back to Nate, this time noticing something else. As he walked closer, the faint mark on his neck became visible—a set of five fingers, outlined as if burned into his skin by extreme cold. The frostbitten imprint looked raw and unnatural, like something that didn’t belong in this world.

Bella’s brow furrowed, her usual indifferent expression giving way to unease. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Nate barely glanced at her, his face unreadable. "It’s nothing," he said simply, his tone dismissive.

Bella’s sharp gaze moved to Madison, who was struggling to keep up. Her usually graceful stride was now awkward, her steps uneven. Madison’s hand clutched her lower back, and she winced slightly with every other movement. Bella’s concern deepened.

"Madison, are you okay?" Bella asked, her voice softer this time.

Madison glanced up briefly, offering a weak smile. "I’ll be fine. Just… a rough day."

Bella’s eyes darted between them, her mind racing with questions. She could tell something significant had happened—something they weren’t sharing. Her gaze settled back on Nate, narrowing slightly as she took in the entirety of his appearance once more.

"You’re lying," Bella said bluntly, folding her arms across her chest.

Nate paused mid-step and turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "Believe what you want," he said coolly before continuing toward their tent.

Madison gave Bella a weak nod of acknowledgment before trailing after Nate, her steps slower but determined.

Bella stood there for a moment, her eyes following them as they disappeared into the camp. Her thoughts churned with suspicion and intrigue, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

Whatever had happened to them out there, she thought, it was far from "nothing."