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.
(Did they switch places? Cuz last I checked, Malachi couldn’t walk, so….)
(oh true, either way she's watching him)
(Cool just wanted to get that straight haha)
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.”
(what does Mignon et drôle.” mean?)
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
He giggled uncontrollably, delighting in the fact that he could hide his words behind another language. He had the impression that she would strangle him if he said those words in a way she could understand.
"No one said you were worried about me, chat noir," he sang. "So you must be admitting that you are."
You are worried for him, friend, the beast chimed in. She watched the two of them curiously, still singing her song.
"Besides," Malachi continued. "the rebels will only do something if I tell them to, or if I look endangered. I may be weak and aching, but I'm not in danger. At least, I don't think so."
She litterally bloom like she's gonna strangle just so he would stop all his stupid giggling.
"Im not admitting anything!" It was not meant to be an outburst and more of denile but hey you get more agressive when denying something you know is true.
"good , then i can leave you to you stupid rebels and you can leave alone."
She crossed her arms and looked away.
It's complicated..
He just couldn't stop giggling, he didn't know why. It wasn't an obnoxious sound, only low and melodic, like his speaking voice. The way she denied admitting to her worry just amused him so much. Strangely though, her next sentence made him quiet. It occurred to him how much he enjoyed her company, despite her abducting and attempting to kill him at first. It was rather sad to him that their time together would be over soon.
"Well, learn your name before you leave, at least," he murmured.
What is complicated? the sphinx inquired. Worry is a complicated emotion. But I would not know how so, I don't tend to worry about things. Do you think I can learn my name, too?
She listened to him giggle, as much as she would like to say it annoyed here, she couldn't. The thing that annoyed her was how good it sounded, how much she liked to listen to it. That was the frustrating part.
hopefully…i will definitely try to help with that part.
She turned to look at the spinx, petting it gently before moving to look at malachi.
"how do you plan to get my name back?'
