Hunter scoffed, a smirky yet "what-the-fuck" sort of smile paired along with it. Was this guy seriously so apposed to the idea of interacting with other Astra's?
Well, they would be doing work projects soon, so if this was the case, Simon was in some serious trouble.
"Okay, well it seems you have a misconception with my situation. It's not the fact that I'm
helpless," Hunter said, moving his naked arms from their crossed position, and placing his large hands in to his denim pockets.
"It's that there's a buddy system at this place. I would ask someone else to come with me, but it seems the locks really only concern one person majorly-- and that would be you. Since this is all you can seem to occupy yourself with, I have no objections to doing it. After all, we are equals. But this will do a number of things for you. First of all, this is your new home, so there's no point in hiding from it. Second of all, I surely can't do anything, can I? Like you said, I am pretty hopeless--" Hunter was then cut off. More howls of pain and crashes of pans. How many times will stuff get fucked with in this house?
"Shit--" Hunter said, quickly brushing past Simon and in to the hallway. He headed to Freya's room first-- at least that's what it said on the plate on the door.
He knocked loudly, putting his ear to the door.
"Hey, I'm coming in," He said, turning the knob and forcing the door open. There he saw, a small white haired girl. She looked so fragile, so broken in her state of mind, just sitting on a throne of loneliness... and blood.
"Oh no, you're bleeding," Hunter stressed, walking over to the bed steadily, crouching down to look up at the girls face. It looked painful... where did it come from? Surely there wasn't a weapon.
Hunter peeled the girls arms away from her body and stood up, towering over her bed. He scooped the tiny thing in to his arms, carrying her bridal style out in to the hall.
"There always seems to be a lot of blood with these poor girls," Hunter whispered to himself, ambling down the steps that already had Harriet's blood on them.
He brought the girl to the couch and laid her down, smiling as to reassure her.
"You're gonna be fine princess, we'll take care of that for you," Hunter said, picking up the land line that stood on the side table.
"Fay! Take this and call a doctor. I'll handle the rest," Hunter said, ignoring the boy who sat at the end of the couch. He kneeled next to the couch and moved the girls bangs away from her eye, noting the giant gash.
"How the hell did that happen?"