forum “You don’t know what they did to me. To us.” (a continuation of an abruptly deleted thread)

Started September 23, 2020 by @Tired-but-passionate

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(Leader of 7 is Arabelle Collins. Search party: August, Noel, Alister, Evan, Trent, and Vixen. Huh. That’s only two adults. I know Trent is 18 but the poor dude is hardly an adult. Ah well)

speaking of which, the reason i asked was so that i could maybe pop another character in the search party but im guessing this is enough people)

(Ahh yeah it would be better if no one else went hehe. Maybe another opportunity will come)

maybe lol))

The mission had begun. They traversed the streets of District 7, the sheer white, boxy buildings contrasting with the green, twisting vegetation that had been made space for in the various buildings and greenhouses. Trees stretched out from alcoves in the buildings and vines blanketed the clean walls. Solar panels made up the roofs. They were in the richer part of town, one which had been preserved instead of decimated back in the Extraterrestrial Invasion. The aliens seemed to value it, perhaps because the humans were healthier and more useful. It was nothing like where Alister and Noel had grown up.
Sometimes they had to take the back streets, or August had to share her invisibility to keep their movements hidden. The market was near the border, which was good because the other sentient beings helped hide them as well. The smells and the shouting and the confusion were at times overwhelming, though, and they had to hold hands so they wouldn’t get lost.
The gates were just beyond a crowd of aliens participating in an auction for human slaves. Two families, a band of men who seemed to be anywhere from 20 to 35 years old, and a young androgynous-looking person, maybe in their late teens, all stood on a raised platform with a tall, dragon-like alien speaking their rough, gravelly language to the others, showing off one of the men’s bare chest and limbs.
O’Shea raised a hand for them to halt. “This is bad,” she murmured. “We need a plan.”

a little boy, still having the remaining shackles on him though the chains had been mostly removed so what remained was the cuff links. His clothes were thrashed and torn through. The little boy noticed the rebellion and ran over to the squad, tugging on Alister's sleeve, trying to pull him away a bit.

"hey mister…yous guys are with the rebellion right? I can help yous guys get past them."

He didn't let go of Alister's sleeve for a while till he finished speakjng, before pulling on it and pointing somewhere around the way of where the aliens were speaking.

August had been muttering about how they should have never gone through the market and instead gone through the back alleys when the boy approached. Alister tried not to make much noise despite his surprise. Wasn’t he one of the slaves being auctioned at the platform? He was too busy staring at the boy and deciphering his strange speech to pull his arm away.
Noel had come up behind him, looking a little miffed. She was just about to propose the plan she’d come up with, and the boy decides to make his presence known? But her eyes followed where the boy pointed, and her expression softened, becoming incredulous.
“How had I never noticed that passage?” she muttered.
“You really think that’s the right way? We’re going to District 6,” Alister told the boy quietly. By now the boy had grabbed everyone’s attention.

The boy nodded to Alister's question, seemingly ignoring the rest of the group and focusing on alister and noel, Alister mostly though.
"yes, i thinks it's the right ways." He would try and pull them towards the gate and if anyone gave the boy a look he would give them a sassy look back.
That made evan chuckle softly and silently, he was glad that this kid still has something in despite having been auctioned for being sold.
Trent however just stared at the little lad as he tugged on alister the little boy smelled heavily of aliens but he could guess why just by what the little boy was wearing.
"I think we should follow him." He whispered.

This kid suddenly made Alister’s anxiety he’d been harboring since they made it out the door kick into high gear. Why did he tug on his sleeve, of all people? He clearly did not look like the leader of this group, and he did not want to be. Why had the boy singled him out? When singled out, Alister tended to do pretty bad or stupid things. He’s going to completely ruin this mission, that was certain to him now.
August and Vixen stared at what was happening, then exchanged a look before turning back to the others.
“This is a bad idea. It could lead to a dead end for all we know,” Vixen said, not really trusting the voice of the child.
August was more unsure. “Guys, we need to stay quiet. If they hear us-“
A bellow erupted ahead of them. The aliens were now staring straight at them, thrusting their dragon-like muzzles in their direction. Garbles shouts of ”Escaped prisoners from District 6!” and “That former sentinel!” echoed across the street.
“Run!” August cried, and they raced toward the alley the boy was directing them to. Alister scooped the boy up, holding him with one arm, and grabbed Evan’s hand and raced with others. Trent came up beside them, pulling Noel along with him. They dashed through the alley and to the gate.

The boy quickly mutter directions to Alister as they were running and he was scooped up by alister.
There was a hole in the wall of an abandon house and he point it out to alister, to where the aliens couldn't see, so when it looked like they turned the corner really just went into the building, they would have to wait for a bit before they would've able to exit the other side to get to the gate and where they needed to go.
Evan was breathing heavily as he made sure that Alister could clearly hear the child and not anyone else his hand in Alister's.
Trent pulled noel along before she could even say anything, making sure to help her if she stumbled but trying to pull her fast through and unfortunately with trent leading him and noel he hadn't been paying attention to where they went, so he didn't know where he was supposed to take her so when he turned the corner he where he smashed into a walk into the right and he layed down on top of noel moving behind the none smashed part and covered her body as the aliens Hopefully passed bye then.

Alister was high on adrenaline and anxiety; he didn’t notice Noel and Trent veering away from the path. He ended up steering the group to the abandoned building. He jumped through the hole, the others coming up with or behind him. He thought he felt or heard bullets whistle past his ears and inhuman growls in the distance. Inside were dusty cardboard boxes scattered randomly about, and a few really old rat traps with bones and rotting flesh inside. Alister decided to breathe through his mouth. August crouched against the wall just beside the hole, and Alister and the others followed her example. About half a dozen armed aliens thundered past, some shouting orders, most likely to search the area. August motioned everyone to touch her shoulders or arms, and they all became invisible.
“Wait, where’s Pike and Noel?” She asked.

Noel almost wished she could kick Trent in the nuts. Everything was happening a little too fast, but she knew clearly where to go. But Trent took her by the hand before she could say anything about it, and the stupid oaf didn’t even know where he was going! She tried to steer him in the right direction, but he was too strong. She could hear a hoard of aliens behind them, and bullets whistling dangerously past. It seemed that since they had separated themselves from the others, they were easier to track down.
By the time they crashed into the wall, it was hard to see a route they could take to join the others. Noel let out a small squeak of surprise when Trent laid on top of her. She then took offense to this. Her wind abilities were stronger than his wolf instincts, she should be the one protecting him!
The aliens had figured out where they had gone. They moved toward the wall, guns at the ready.

The Grey Woods was quiet, spare for the occasional sweet call of a songbird and the rustling of yellow leaves. Sunlight streamed through the canopy, golden shards splashing and scattering across the forest floor and all that it touched. Really, Malachi thought, it should be called the Golden Woods. But he supposed that it could only live up to its name in the winter.
They trekked onward, the sphinx rambling on and on about her favorite song as she sang the said song, and Malachi trying to keep the pain at bay. They moved southeast, moving at a downward slope.

Kali was on the cat, and sometimes she tried to sing along with the cat mostly humming, she didn't know the song but the way that the spynix sang it made it much more relaxed, then if she probably just random had heard it.
She watched the scenery past sure, but half of the time she had been watching malachi, the way his eyes looked through the forest, and the way he kept trying to hide his pain. She would look away if she noticed him moving his eyes or head.

It wasn’t really pain, not anymore. But his chest still ached, and dizziness smothered and twisted his brain whenever he moved his head too much. Sometimes he had to just calm himself and take deep breaths. Sometimes he sang with the beast and Arden, small French phrases here and there in between the hums.
He eventually noticed Arden’s eyes on him. “Is there a leaf in my hair?” He asked.

she would move to look away, "No, Theres no leaf in your hair."
then that sounds like you were just staring at him..
"There was a stick in your hair, and then it got brushed off by the wind." yeah i know so creative right.
She continued to look away not wanting to get caught looking at him again.
"Your singing..is pretty.'

He laughed lightly. “I think I would know if there was a stick in my hair, chat noir.”
So was she just staring at me? A grin played on his lips; the thought amused him. His eyes fixed on her silky black head, internally chuckling at how he now had his eyes on her instead of the other way around.
”Pourquoi, merci,” he replied. “I enjoy your singing as well.”

She could feel his eyes staring into the back of her head, huffing at his laughter.
"you couldnt feel a stick if it hit you in the face." she grumbled under her breathe looking away still, even if she was being looked at.
"Thanks, i guess." she still refused too look at him though.

Her grumbled remark made him laugh, loud and hard, though it soon devolved into fits of coughing and wheezing. He tried to remember how to breathe.
"You shouldn't– shouldn't make comments like that," he rasped. "I'm already in a– a humored mood as it is– with your mannerisms– a- and things." Heaves and coughs interrupted his speech, and his eyes were now shut tight as he tried to calm himself.

"Well you shouldn't be so humored, your going to get yourself hurt worse if you laugh too hard." When he was trying to calm himself down she turned to look at him, and she looked genuinely worried and sad for a few moments before looking away.

For a few moments he decided not to answer, heaving and trying to control his lungs. Soon he was taking gulping breaths, then that too slowed to a steady breathing.
He chuckled, the grin coming back. “But you’re so… how should I phrase this? Mignon et drôle.”
“Aww, don’t look at me like that.” He tilted his head at her. “I’m not going to get hurt.”

She huffed not understanding, "You and your stupid fancy language." She grumbled not looking at him as they walked,
so he had seen her looking
"who said i was worried about you getting hurt? I'm just worried that the people your with will do something if your hurt."
Liar
Shut up