*Isn't Priscilla supposed to be injured? That's why Geneva was carrying her, you know.*
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and clothes. I am the audience that witnesses history. - Carl Sandburg, I am the People, the Mob
**Didn't see your post until you mentioned it Scarlett. xD Sorry!
MYLES
"Jesse!" Myles yelled, running towards her as a mutant rat ran towards her as well.
Myles dove his blade into the mutant rat's body. He then preceded to kick it's corpse to the side and got to his hands and knees next to Jesse.
"Jesus! What happened?" He asked, helping her to stand.
She looked at him, weak and hurt. Blood was leaking from the corner of her mouth. Myles shook with anger.
"Who did this? Who did it! I'll kill them!" He yelled.
Jesse was his best friend. She had been there when he was on the streets. You messed with her and then you messed with him.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
I sat in a tree, watching my minions wreak havoc on the city. I tossed my new dagger into the air, and caught it by the handle.I continued in this manner, tossing it up and catching it, until I saw a corpse come flying over, as if kicked. A rat. useless little pawns. I leaped down soundlessly, and followed in the direction the corpse had come lying.I came to a wall, and saw two figures standing against it. One seemed to be in pain... They were two of the people I had tried to kill! They were plotting something... I hid behind a boulder and listened.
"Jesse I won't rest until he's dead. Look at this city! It's...lifeless and barren. Because of him!" Myles exclaimed.
"Myles, don't just jump to conclusions. This...person, whomever he is, he's...different. He's powerful in ways...we have to be careful," Jesse said, falling into a coughing spasm.
Myles frowned as blood spewed from her lips from the terrible cough. It was a terrible sight.
"You think I'm going to let this monster get away with hurting you like this?" Myles growled. "No. I'm going to kill him! I swear I will!"
"We need to get back to camp," Jesse sighed.
Myles looked at his best friend. He would have disagreed but the fact was, she needed help.
"Alright. I'm taking you to camp and then I'm going to go find the man who did this!"
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Pricilla had halted not far from where the two thieves had been standing. Arthur, panting, rushed up behind her, and proceeded in trying to drag her away. She shook him off and made a sign to be quiet.
A strange man was standing behind a large boulder, looking at the retreating backs of the thieves. Arthur had the strange impression that he had seen the man before, but he couldn’t think where.
Arthur bent down to whisper in his sister’s ear.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, “I don’t like the look of – ”
“And I don’t like the look of you.” Said the man, spinning around. How had he heard them?
Mutant Plot Bunnies
Is it just me, or are the plot bunnies taking advantage of my ADD?
He wasn't going to promise anything. He wanted to kill the man who did this just as much as Jesse did. Maybe more. He didn't know.
He thought again to how he had let the man go when he was trying to rob him. Did he really have the guts to kill this guy. Sure, he'd killed before, but was he going soft?
He didn't like to think he was. He would kill the guy if he had the chance. No matter what!
Something moved behind them and a twig snapped. Myles spun around, drawing a dagger in one hand keeping the other under Jesse's shoulders.
"Who's there," Myles called.
"No one. Let's just get to camp," Jesse grumbled.
Myles swallowed hard, waited a second and nodded, still keeping his dagger out.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Or, I thought so, at any rate...
