Escape of the Elements

Eden leaned back and frowned at the man. "I don't want to," she snapped at him childishly. To prove a point, she began slicing up her arm, smiling softly at the adrenaline rush. Her face had become paler from blood loss and she sighed as she relaxed. Eden wanted to die; there was no place for her on Earth anymore. The King wanted to use her for his harem and was no doubt searching the city for her. Her family's livelihood was in the mud all because of her.
 


She watched and waited with bated breath for this stranger she helped to wake up. Hoi listened to the bird song of the forest and the chirping of the insects, relishing the sounds of freedom. A small smile graced her full lips. It was peaceful, this new beginning to her life. The woman tried not to think about the murders she had committed only several hours before, in cold blood too. She tried not to let it nag at her consciousness but it was there. All of a sudden the bird song and the chirping didn't sound so serene, if anything it sounded like a cruel lullaby for those people she sent into death's slumber.

Hoi was so relieved to see her patient finally wake up, but he was confused and disoriented. The woman held a hand out to try and stop the man from rising, but the pain did that for her. He winced but stayed seated. Now that he was moving, Hoi couldn't quite take her eyes off of him.

"You can call me Hoi," said the woman, staring at his wound. "I wouldn't move that arm a lot if I were you, it's pretty bad."

She rose then, remembering that she was on the run.

"...I'm escaping. Who are you? I thought you were one of the guards for a moment."
 
Allen chuckled at her childish actions but smirked when she started becoming pale. "I don't wanna say 'I told you so' but yeah." 'I told you so.' Damm it, not from you! Besides, its not like she can hear you when we talk like this. 'True.' With a sigh and a shake of his head, he looked back at Eden. She was enjoying being cut or....really wanted to die. "You seem like you got a metric crap-ton of thing on your mind." He said. Of all people, Allen was never the one to press into someone's business.
 
He should have been more wary about letting a stranger into his personal space. He should have taken a page from this young stranger's book and kept his distance, kept fearful of anyone with the ability to cause him harm. But Resonance was once again being governed by the gentle background noises and therefore as calm as a summer breeze.

Sitting perfectly still, like a well-behaved child, the mellow little blonde allowed the other boy to tug and prod and poke at the mechanism on his head. And although a tug would pull him off to one side or he would have to tilt his head at a strange angle, he simply moved with the stranger's efforts with the air of an obedient dog calmly allowing several mats to be roughly brushed out of his fur.

A dog... He'd played that dog role long enough for the king! Though it was surprising to say the least that he felt no discomfort from the current situation, possibly because of the soothing aura of the one who was clearly trying to help him.

Actually, the situation was just a little humorous in his opinion. Resonance could easily picture how it must have looked from a third party's perspective - a mussed doe trying to free an indifferent dog from a trap. His expression softened visibly at that point, heavy lidded eyes still staring ahead though for the second time that day his mouth curved with a tiny smile.

It felt good to have an imagination again.

The tips of his fingers tingled when the boy spoke again, sounding just as nervous as he'd looked. Beauty. That was his name? Resonance chewed his lip while he considered how odd both of their names were. This "Beauty" had been wearing a tunic far too big for his size, which suggested he'd stolen it. It was also a little dirty and torn. A hasty theft? A troublesome escape? The smile faded from his lips once his thoughts took him on a different path.

Was it possible that "Beauty" was also a slave? The regular kind? Or Resonance's kind? He'd once had the rare privilege of hearing clearly, only to listen to one soldier say to another that the king had several "pets" and that most of them were just as troublesome as Resonance was.

It should have felt like he was reaching too far, trying to connect two unrelated things. The clues were still too vague. But something deep inside, something in the very pit of his gut told him that "Beauty" was just like him and it was as if he could hear the gentle hum of talent, of hidden power surrounding the boy. Was this really what had pacified Resonance only moments ago? Possibly. What was more was the choice of words the boy had used when introducing himself with.

"They call me..." They. Not him.

"Thank you, Beauty," he voiced, still talking in such a hushed tone as if someone were sleeping nearby and he wished with all of his heart that his words wouldn't wake that person. "But I think it's stuck... And I hear a horse. You're a runaway too, aren't you?"

His stare fixed upon the horse as it came into view, and though the animal's master did not look like a soldier, Resonance knew better. After all, he didn't look like a soldier and until a few hours ago, he'd been one of the elite. Rising to his feet regardless of whether or not "Beauty" had given up on his task, Resonance narrowed his eyes at the woman and her horse.

Could he do it? Could he draw upon his power without triggering it first?

"Please... Don't let her be a soldier. I've spilled enough blood..." he muttered to himself and to any god who might have been listening.
 
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Luce was not easy to lead. He was quiet as the man went in circles and as he confessed his ignorance, a small blossomed on Luce's face. "I don't think you understood me. I'm going home. Home being the place where I was born. Where my parents live. The town I had thought I was going to grow up in. I don't think you understand, but I'm a person. A real live person. I'm not a person or some sort of plaything." He breathed, giving the other a stern glance.

"And I'm not going back to the well. I'm not going to be whipped and be abused just for being who I am and living and you aren't going to be one to tell me any different. You can go back and be a mindless puppet of a King who doesn't care for you, but I won't." Luce huffed and tugged the rope. "You're an idiot if you can't see it. How he is using you and abusing anyone with gifts like ours, because you. You are indeed gifted." He tugged the rope again, pulling Grave closer.


"Stop being blind, boy." He hissed. "Or at the very least, have some humanity and let me free so I can seek a life for myself that doesn't involve my head in the dirt and pissing on myself daily."[/DASH]
 
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Hmmm. I did not understand him.
First off, He was not being used by anyone but himself. He chose to serve the one who had rescued him from a life on the streets as a boy and he believes he owes him his servitude for as long as the king requests it.
At being gifted the boy tilted his head and frowned.
"My ability for gravity is no such gift. I hurt many people as a child when I couldn't control it."
His eyes narrowed on the young man in front of him but widened a moment later as he was tugged closer.
The proximity to his former captive was a bit anerving and had his heart skipping a few awkward beats.

The next thing the young man said did catch Grave's attention slightly and he paused in his speaking to think.
"My eyes are fine, I have no vision issues...but I can possibly allow you to return to said place momentarily...
If I allow return you shall come back with me within days."
If the man went home for a few days surely he would be more intent on returning with him to the castle later.
 
Coye’s grey-blue eyes focused sharply on the boys, through the perfect comfort of her bangs; one less pesky piece of grass and soon she was scribbling on the chalkboard around her neck. She was so used to speaking this way, her kin would most-likely laugh at her. It was strange to see her villagers outside her OWN village; all of them would keep the con up, secretly keeping mute to the world.

Somehow, it seemed like a completely unspoken agreement.

Nervousness hit her only for a moment as she drew closer; cheeks aflame, she glanced from the one with obvious headgear and the other, pointing to the board in her hands. “I’m just a traveler, need some help?” With both of them staring at her, even her ears began to grow warm; she gulped, pointed more urgently and then mouthed.

“Or is this better?”<o:p></o:p>
 
So much pain...

Eden began to hallucinate with a few short minutes of the two boys showing their faces. To her, they were two old monks like the ones from her horrific childhood. In their hands, they had those things and their bibles. They were dressed in black hooded robes. She couldn't see their faces either. When the girl emerged, she looked like one of the nuns that would hold her down and try to console her.

On certain nights, Eden would be all alone, curled up in the corner of her tiny black cell. Then, that door would slowly open to reveal sometimes twenty nuns and monks. They would start chanting as nuns pinned her down and they would torture her for hours and hours upon end. Eden would beg and scream until her throat was sore for them to stop and let her go. However, they would tune out her cries and continue to hurt her.

They've found me.


Just as she did in her childhood, Eden jumped back and screamed. She was pressed up against the tree with her blade in both hands. "Please," she begged. "Please don't hurt me! I swear I won't talk to the shadows again! Go away!" she gasped in terror. "Don't use the branding irons or the needles. I'm begging you, please don't! I-I'm sorry I ran!" she cried.
 
He legs growing tired, Joseph looked back to see if he could still make the wolf's silhouette out among the rocks and trees. Not being able to spot him, even with squinted eyes, the escapee dared to step foot back onto solid land. His stomach was growling, twisting into knots in his stomach in its emptiness. He looked up and, seeing not signs of fruit or food, trekked deeper into the trees to find something.

He must have walked for a good forty five minutes before he found a stream with fruit trees lining it. He picked several of the lush fruits, apples as he remembered the slaves calling them in the bakery, though these looked different in color. These were green where the ones he was used to were red. He took a curious bite of one and puckered. It was sour, but it was still good. He took another bite, taking a few steps around the tree to sit down at its roots. He glanced up and froze, seeing two men sitting not too far from him. One had a metal contraption on his head, and the other looked like he was trying to help him get it off.

Fear gripped his chest, as the one with the contraption was dressed much nicer than the escapee slave. He hoped the metal head would not take him back to the bakery, back to the horrid master who had scarred his back with the whip countless times. His mind went back to what his punishment would be if he were to return, and he shuddered. The master would probably give him a whip for each step he took to escape. Surely death would come slowly and painfully, and the master would order no slave to help him.
 
And now, you can color Allen curious and confused. At first, he was on guard when she said something about 'shadows'. 'Seems likely. Humans who wield odd abilites -besides us personas- can see and sometimes interact with shadows.' "Now isn't the time for that shit!" He responded but accidently never bothered to keep it mental. He got up and slowly walked to Eden. What to do, what to do? He questioned himself. 'Cooldown Hug, you dolt!' THAT WORKS TOO! At that moment, he threw off his cloak and made sure to not get cut the hell up again. "Eden, Calm down! It's just me here, Noone's gonna hurt you." He tried to reason.

But of course, he could logic his way out of odd situations. This point is where logic went down the provibal drain. As he got to her, he quickly wrenched the blades from her grip and never cared if he got stabbed or cut, then wrapped his arms around her. "It's ok. Noone's here to hurt you. I got ya." He said in an effort to try and comfort her.
 
BEAUTY
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<div style="float:left; margin-right:7pt;"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Jericho.jpg" style="height:375px;width:254px;" /></div>Yet another smile tugged at "Beauty's" lips while he tinkered with the contraption on Resonance's head. The other boy seemed to follow his movements without question and he found it quite endearing. This was probably because Resonance was the first person he had met that had been kind of pleasant with him. Poking and prodding at the metal kept the bad memories at bay and "Beauty" was thankful for that. For the first time, he was beginning to actually like what he was doing and the smile kept on growing from there on.

Being close to another human without being threatened, or snubbed or doing sexual favors was something that soothed "Beauty's" frayed nerves. He appreciated the physical closeness of Resonance and he was holding on to it. The bad memories were always at the edges of his consciousness though, nagging him that maybe he shouldn't stand so near someone. That Resonance might do to him the same things the Master did. They were there, but in those peaceful moments, "Beauty" could keep them at bay.

His mind drifted away from the memories and towards the beautiful green-eyed, golden-haired creature that was moving ever so slightly with the headgear under his ministrations. There was something strange about him. "Beauty" could not understand how Resonance was so placid with a stranger standing that near to him. Not that he wanted Resonance away from him, no, he wanted the boy as near to him as possible; a familiar person in an unfamiliar place. Blood rushed to his face when he admitted that, and his hands began to tremble ever so slightly as they slid across the cool metal, trying to find a seam or anything that could be used to pry the thing open.

He could find no way to remove the mechanism, but he wasn't about to give up. While he fiddled here and there, pulling at coils and prodding at tubes, he thought more about Resonance. He other boy was wearing finer clothing, though he thought at this point any clothing would look finer than the far-too-large-nearly-tattered-to-shreds tunic he was wearing. Maybe Resonance was a runaway like him...

Had he run away on his own? Did he have any help? The questions kept piling up in "Beauty's" mind. He had a hard time imagining the calm boy being a slave like him, he even shuddered at the thought. And then, that one forbidden question rose in his mind, accompanied by bile rising in his throat. Did Resonance have a master like "Beauty's?" Did his master use him in the same way "Beauty" was used?

The thought of Resonance sprawled on sheets and being savagely used brought "Beauty's" fingers to a stop. Anger, for the first time, began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. At the same time, disgust of himself for the many times he climaxed too. He shook the thoughts from his head and resolved to ask Resonance at a later time. "Thank you, Beauty" whispered Resonance. His voice was enough to make "Beauty" tingle in a good way but he winced at the use of "Beauty." It reminded him that he still didn't have a name.

Too. He was right. Resonance was a runaway just like him. What little food he had had before running away threatened to make a second appearance when the forbidden question surfaced in his mind again. He could not imagine anyone suffering the same fate. Deep inside, a more selfish thought arose. So what if Resonance went through the same thing, it meant that "Beauty" was not alone. He forced it down, disgusted even more with himself.

"I-I am..." said "Beauty," the slight quaver back in his voice. When Resonance got up to his feet, "Beauty" tried to stand as close as he could. Pitiful, he told himself. The sound of the horse coming nearby and the woman that accompanied it had "Beauty" on edge again. The woman seemed to write something on the board she carried about her person. Stealing a quick glance at Resonance, he turned as red as a tomato.

"Beauty" did not know how to read.
 
A stare of intimidation aimed directly at that woman, Resonance never took his eyes off of her, not even when he felt Beauty move close to him. Close enough to feel the young man's body heat and for a moment that little bit of realization was strangely satisfying. He was surprised at himself for enjoying such closeness and would have liked it to continue... If only the circumstances had been different. Blindly he reached a hand back and brushed it against Beauty's forearm; a gentle gesture to tell the clearly worried man to remain where he was, that Resonance could, and would, deal with the stranger by himself.

Slowly the young blonde took one step forward, then another, and another. He moved like a wolf instilling fear upon its prey, gaze flicking down to the woman's hands when they suddenly moved. He paused, one foot ahead of the other in mid-step, and he stared intently at the chalkboard she was writing on.

That sound.

That hideous, dull scraping sound of chalk being spread across the pocked surface and the clacking that came from the start of a new line. It tore at his eardrums and gave his teeth a maddening ache. Resonance didn't know how to read but it didn't really matter.

That sound was really starting to piss him off.

Swallowing hard, licking dry lips, his jaw quivered as his annoyance built. But then suddenly the sound was gone, leaving his rage meter sitting at the halfway mark. Her lips moved and his gaze followed them, read them. Baring his teeth like a guard dog, because he'd taken it upon himself to protect Beauty as long as they kept company together, he mouthed words back at the woman.

"You saw nothing. Leave."

He could feel it-- No. He could hear it, that buzzing, that drumming through his body, the kind that he always heard when his powers awakened. He shifted the foot out in front, but the motion was louder than it should have been. The grass calmly clinging to his ankle dipped away from that foot, as if a gust of wind had suddenly escaped from beneath his boot.

They would have to run again, himself and Beauty, because it would be stupid to trust a passing stranger to remain silent about spotting them. Escaped slaves were ruthlessly hunted and Resonance knew well enough that the king would by now be advertising a generous sum of money for his return.

However, he was unaware that there was not one but two strangers whom had already seen his face and worse - his headgear. It was one of a kind and easy to spot. Just another reason for why he wanted to remove it as soon as possible. Nevertheless, Resonance only saw the threat in front of them and had already resolved to spill more blood if it meant keeping his freedom.
 
Wind rustled through the trees overhead and the sound was enticing; inside her chest, one could explain it as a torrent of excitement. Eyes never moving from the two in front of her, she scanned the area and found that there was a third. The hairs stood at attention on the back of her neck and that strange, yet satisfying sensation that remained from her last fight grew. Her pupils dilated and her heartbeat began to race. Only one posed a slight threat- the other two would not get in the way; she sensed more fear and uncertainty from them.

All of those people, stunned and even (a few) killed with a collective wave of sound…they died with an orchestra of angels, at least. She tried her hardest not to enjoy the thought too much, cleared her throat and tucked the chalk back into her baggy robes. Obviously, she was wasting her time- they could not read. A little thought came to her mind, just then; only slaves were kept illiterate, for a reason.

Coye had spent so much time confined, the joy of showing her skill, or even sparring was addicting. She did not have to hold back, there was no more use for tapping out. Her delicate fingers released the grip on Ether’s saddle straps; with a snort, he meandered off to the side, to watch the show. If there was one.

“I do not want trouble. “ Coye’s pleasant glance fell once headgear-boy scowled at her; she did not expect to take this journey without conflict. “Something tells me that I do not have a choice.” She was more than convinced that the King sent soldiers to find her- all the more reason to make quick work of the “threat” and get a move on.
 
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<div style="float:right; margin-left:5pt;"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Jericho.jpg" style="height:375px;width:254px;" /></div>At this point, it would've been hard to distinguish between "Beauty's" face and a tomato. That momentary brush of Resonance's hand across his arm had sent jolts of electricity up and down his body. For one, it had certainly sent much of his blood to his face. Despite memories of the Master touching him against his will, groping his skin with calloused fingers, Resonance's touch held such a gentleness, warmness and kindness that his heart could do naught but flutter in his chest. He started running his hand up and down the area. It was all he could do to not squeal in delight.

"Beauty" understood the touch to mean that he should stay where he stood. However, he found himself reluctantly taking three steps forward in unison with Resonance. As much as he did not like the woman that stood before them, he didn't want to leave the other's side, especially with a stranger in the distance. Being as close to Resonance as he was was what kept him from turning tail and running. His face was still red and he was getting more and more flustered as he battled with himself to stay by Resonance's side, gently rubbed the area that Resonance had touched, and gazed in admiration of the smaller golden-haired boy and his courage.

He still felt the phantom hands of the Master on his body, raking across his skin, when he let his mind wander too far. The woman with the horse was simply far too foreign for him to be comfortable. He edged closer to Resonance. He thought that since she was a woman, she lacked the proper parts to do to him what the Master had done. No sooner than the thought had formed in his mind, he turned completely scarlet and groaned under his breath. He found it stupid that he had thought she could do to him what the Master had done.

Even so, it still did not make it impossible that she had arrived to take him or Resonance back to their Master. The thought of Resonance being in the same position as him gave "Beauty" a little courage and made a little anger blossom in his gut. He edged even closer to Resonance. The fabrics of their clothes were practically touching, barely a hairsbreadth apart. After the woman showed the board and "Beauty" flushed in embarrassment, Resonance bared his teeth and mouthed something "Beauty" did not catch.

He did feel that Resonance was protecting him though and the thought made him redden even more. It made him feel so happy yet uncertain at the same time that Resonance was being good to him. No one had ever been good to him, and it felt great. Forgetting the woman for a moment, "Beauty" sheepishly tugged at Resonance's sleeve thrice. "R-Resonance?" he whispered.

"I-I don't know how to read..." Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, "Beauty" flicked his eyes to the ground and then to the left. When he looked to the right, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated in sudden panic. Not too far away was a man, just standing there, looking at them. Impulsively, he grabbed Resonance's arm and took a few quick steps backwards before trying to run and getting tangled up and falling over.

Thinking that there would be no escape, "Beauty" released an utterly terrifying groan filled with sadness, despair, anger and hopelessness. The nearby forest fell silent when he did. He began whimpering pathetically as he started scrabbling at his arms, trying to fend off the phantom hands that had returned to torment him.
 
<img src="http://9.echonetwork.net/Crap/Oh_Internet/pilot01.png" align="left" height="162" width="114" />Hoi. Now that he was able to calm down a little, he found himself able to really look at her. She was a lot more than pretty, he decided, but unable to really find a word to describe her that he liked. He felt a tug within him, and was momentarily confused by it before he shrugged it off. He was probably just regaining the energy for his element again, that was all.

"I was brought out here to look for some escapees, but..." He shrugged. "My handler is kinda indisposed at the moment." He didn't bother to mention anyone else. It was bad enough he had killed his handler. The man was mean to him, made him do horrible things, but he had still cared for him. Now that he was away from it, he felt a little guilty for killing him like that.

Not that he wouldn't do it again.

"Why are you escaping? Were you working for the king too?"
 
Eden struggled only a little in his arms before she ceased. After a little while, she just sobbed quietly, and then she fainted in Allan's arms as her body trembled. Her weight fell against him, and she felt like she was back in her bed in her pristine mansion. She relaxed and dreamt of nothing. It was a peaceful, void state of being. It felt so good to finally find even a small trickle of peace in her insanely screwed up life.
 
Allen had first been worried when she was struggling but relaxed himself when it was all over. "Phew." "That was close." He looked around to find the source of the voice but let down his guard when he saw what it was. The voice had came from a chibi-sized figure wearing traditional samuari clothes, with black fingerless gloves and a white fedora with a blue band hovering just above Eden's head. "Yeah, no kidding." He mummered to himself.

"Ya know you got pretty lucky she wasn't trying to stab us." It said while hovering to perch itself on Allen left shoulder. "Honsetly, I was expecting it though..." From that point, the two was just conversing like they knew each other for a very long time and quietly so that they wouldn't attract too much attention.
 
Joseph looked back and forth between the metal head and the woman with the chalk board. He glanced to the slave behind the metal head and tilted his head slightly. He took a step forward and stopped, looking at him in worry as he tried to run and tripped. "Are... Are you okay," he asked. "I'm not going to hurt anyone." He glanced down at his own arms, seeing the scars from nearly a lifetime of burns from the oven. Gods only knew how dirty the boy was, but he didn't think he looked threatening. He was a baker's slave, for crying out loud, not a soldier. Why was he so afraid?
 
A pawn of the king and yet she didn't want trouble? What a ridiculous lie, thought Resonance as he continued to mad dog the imposing woman. The situation was growing steadily more serious with each passing second that he greatly considered starting a fight. His heart was pounding so violently in his chest and in his ears that he didn't even hear Beauty's whispered words.

He certainly felt the tug on his arm though.

One moment he's about to do battle with a servant of the king, the next, he's toppling to the ground because of a startled beauty. Hands and knees hit the ground hard when he fell, though most of his body landed on something soft. Or rather, someone, as Resonance corrected his thoughts once he realized just how he'd landed.

Elbows and forearms pressed to the ground on either side of Beauty's head like a lounging feline, knees with one positioned next to the young man's hip while the other found itself smugly nestled between thighs in a rather...friendly sort of manner. And they were nearly nose to nose, or at least close enough that Resonance could feel the caress of the other's panicky breath upon his lips.

The strangest of feelings stirred from deep within, a heat like a flame being lit in the dead of winter. His pale cheeks flushed pink from a thought that occured to him. It was a strange and foreign idea, but somehow seemed perfectly normal and natural. There was a wanting for more contact in very specific locations on his body, and he'd almost indulged... But then Beauty's tortured whimpering seeped its way into the blonde's mind and quickly began to affect his mood.

The flame extinguished at once and a chilling wave of cold washed over his body. His arms and legs trembled and he felt the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. "S-stop..." he breathed, barely able to form words because of the overwhelming rush of fear and despair pulsating from that man's whimpering. "I will..protect you... But the sounds..they govern me."

Resonance squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving with panic. He could just barely hear a new voice but it sounded like the person was at such a great distance, even though he knew better. Every other sound was blurry and muffled save for Beauty's whimpering. "Please, calm down," he begged, lifting a hand to stroke gentle fingers against the young man's cheek. He needed to regain his composure so that he could deal with the enemy. Like this, they were bound to be captured and dragged back to the king.
 
Coye realized that this was one of those moments that could decide your path in life. She had finally escaped what good would fighting the boys do? Facts had to be faced; she was not completely prepared when she left and they didn’t look it either- they looked like a lot of things, but “prepared for the wilderness and survival” was not one of them. Unaware of what lie ahead, she would feel like a complete jerk, if she left them to fend for themselves. The urge to fight melted away and soon, a different feeling began to writhe and churn in her chest- she could not quite place her finger on it, but it was something she could not ignore.

The level of fear in the boy’s voice and their lack of knowledge began to sink in, all the pieces came together in her mind and it meant only one thing: they were exactly like her. Her outer robes were silk, decorated with the colors and symbols of the king; if they just had taken a moment longer to look her over, they would have noticed that she too carried bruises and wounds from her escape. With a sigh, she dropped her defenses and untied her robes; black, gray and white cloth fell around her in a very simple, yet pretty dress.

At least now, she looked like a traveler.

Chalkboard clacked against her stomach and she adjusted herself a bit, before tossing the king’s robes into the stream. As they floated back down the way she came, she watched and smiled for a moment, before turning to face them. “I am Coye…” Her voice was like a soft melody; upon hearing it, she almost shocked herself. In all of the years she had been away from her family, she had never just outright SPOKEN to anyone; nervousness made her blush and she gulped, before trying to speak again. Headgear-boy did not seem like one for conversation; either way, she had to make quick work of the situation and get a move on. Soldiers were disturbing the silence- she could feel it, a few miles back they were searching…for all of them.

“There are soldiers back there. Way back there and since I am pretty sure you guys are running too, we should get a move on. I mean no harm, like I said earlier- I-I’m running, too…”