Mia
Mia saw the man’s outstretched hand through her view was clouded from the tears. She quickly wiped away the tears with the rags that acted as a sleeve and reached out to him.
Her hand stopped before it reached his however. She sniffed looked up at the nice man, her thoughts a cloud.
She then jumped into his arms and gave him a hug, holding on tightly as if this man had saved her from something. She only turned away to look at the woman, she was saying funny things, so Mia let out a giggle and was once more smiling happy there was a nice man and woman around her. It felt like she had a mama and papa.
However she quickly sneaked a singular glance at the meanie, her eyes gaining a dangerous edge as they slightly flash, red miasma being released before dissipating.
Rebeca
The first thing Rebeca heard when she started to regain consciousness was the sound of someone panicking and running. Her head was pounding, feeling as if it was about to explode.
She had heard something she should have never heard.
Then she noticed she was being carried, like a sack of potato. She knew it was Donnel, his thoughts made that obvious.
Also, Make like a tree and leave? Who says that? Who would even come up with something like that.
Letting out a sigh she finally talked, wiping away some drool that dripped out while she was out of it.
She then noticed where they were. “Uhh, are we in a dumpster or something?"
Crest
Crest was vaguely away that he was being carried away, his head was spinning from the blow even now.
And he hurt; he really, really fucking hurt. But at least it did not seem like anything was broken. Well, maybe a rib or two, but that would not be too bad compared to a limb.
He groaned as he was dropped on the mossy ground. Forcing himself into a sitting position, he took note that his bow was next to him, undamaged as well. Fantastic.
He looked at his savior; she was a rather good looking woman, dressed in fancy but darker colored armor, and with equally fancy and high quality equipment.
Made him slightly jealous when all he had was a rather normal wooden bow.
“Thanks for that.” He said while stretching his arms. “Names Crest, mind helping me up? I’m a bit sore.”
Grenth
A phone began to ring with a classical tone, its sound echoed though out the study. It was suddenly picked up, by a more elderly gentleman.
“Grenth speaking, what is your business?” The voice of the man echoed, as he moved one of the chess pieced on the board in front of him. It was overwhelmingly his advantage; he just had to finish the game.
“H-hey, old man, thank god you picked up. Listen I need your help, there is an issue at the hospital, some fucking crazies are running amok, causing all sorts of chaos. “A panicked voice rushed out.
“Calm down boy.” Was the old man’s simple reply, “I don’t understand what you expect me to do about it. I am enjoying a simple game of chess. I can hardly reach there any time soon.”
If possible the boy seemed to panic more, “DAMN IT OLD MAN I NEED YOUR HELP, CAN’T YOU LIKE, MAGIC YOURSELF OV- HOLY SHIT A SPEAR, WHO STILL USES SPEARS!”
Yes, the yelling made it quite obvious he did not calm down.
The man sighed, "I will attempted to be there soon, however I will not promise anything.”
He gave one final word as he moved one more chess piece, “Try not to die.” And he hung up. “Checkmate.” He said to his opponent as he grabbed his cell phone, something one of his students insisted he get.
The shade that was manipulating the shadows to move the pieces pulsed. “How rude, I know you hate me but that is no reason to call my mother a female dog.” Was the man’s response, almost as if he understood it. The shadow pulsed again and with it Grenth frowned, "Please, our dislike is mutual, nothing you say can make me dislike you more. You might as well stop."
He then left and began to walk to the hospital. Perhaps he can get a cab… if he felt like it.
Or who knows, perhaps he should see what the police are up to, there might be an autopsy he could before, now that would be interesting.
