Curse of the Fallen Quest: Ring Bearer's Trilogy

A.B.

"Read a book?" She smiled a little, her eyes locking on him again. But book reading didn't sound like too much fun currently.

"I don't do much but work, sleep and feed, Christian. You?" She had no idea what would burn her energy levels down. Maybe if she concentrated on that, it would happen? It was worth a shot, and it was getting late. She couldn't expect him to entertain her and her nervous energy.

"Oh, I work out with weights to burn energy and time... But I doubt there would be one in a night club." She winked, downed her drink and scanned the room for unfriendlies.
 
Christian

"Well," I began. "We do have a training room, but it isn't much, given our natural strength needs little enhancement. And besides, it's in the basement, a place mostly kept private, used by our own. Isabelle would not be too pleased with me for taking you there."
I looked down at the people gathered below, a large crowd of humans and vampires mixed. I tried to get a feel for any hostility that might be brewing and sensed little. Soon, the concerns would be over, as the club was nearing closing time.
"Perhaps we might find ourselves more useful on the floor, in case something unexpected occurs. I'm not certain that the visitors we had earlier have all gone just yet. My companions might be in need of our skills. Are you a fighter, A.B.?"
 
A.B.

Nodding her head, she agreed that it would be best.

"Only when I have no other options." Rising from the table, I moved along slowly to the stairs. I would retrieve my cloak first then case the joint. She grinned, she remembered that little quote from a cop movie.

Feeling more eyes on her yet again, she didn't search them out instead she went to get her cloak. She'd call this Vladamir and let him know the conditions of this meeting.

Handing the girl her ticket, she took the offered black lump and searched for her pockets. Finding it, she moved into a quieter hallway and dialed his number.

As soon as he answered she gave him the plans. "I have found a ring bearer, but he will only meet with you on his terms." She paused, waiting for an answer. Her eyes landing on a chest, she glanced up at Christian.
 
Willow didn't have a chance to see much of anything. He didn't bother to do so, eyesight really only hinders. It gives a false sense of the world, through shapes and colors. It showed nothing of the true meaning or form of anything. It tricked you, leaving you to think that what you see is real, but more often than not it isn't.
Furvured strength ran through him. That of adreneline and pure rage. He had wanted to help her, to ease her pain. His choice of action was out of kindness and benefit. She chose to spit in his face.
So much pain. Nothing physical, all pouring out through him as he cried out when they crashed to the floor. He screamed to ease himself, to vise it out in some way.
Like that of a muscle growing taut, his own false confidence grew about him. He reached up, grabbing for her, and flung her against the wall. His hands on her shoulders, holding her there in his vise-like grip.
"No," He screamed at her, again and again, "No, No, No, No, No!"
Tears now streaming down his face. Thoughts of Gwendolyn and her sacrifice for love couldn't help but bellow through him.
Why? Why would she rather choose death than his own love?
"Gwendolyn."
He let her go, rather his grip let her go. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, into an intimate embrace. His head falling down to one of her shoulders, crying uncontrollably now. He spilled out the pain of the world, the emptiness his heart had been the sole burden of for all these centuries.
"I loved her," He whispered, into the bare skin of her shoulder, "I loved her..."
The rest of the words were inaudible, but they bared a similar resemblance.
 
Aria

The sudden rush of anger was expected but the pain wasn't as I was literally smashed into a cement wall. The air whooshed out of my lungs painfully so and stars swan before my eyes. Ears ringing, my hands gripped on his shoulders, attempting to pry his hands from me, but too weak to make any real effort.

Feeling faint, almost as if I was going to pass out, the air finally sucked into my lungs and with it the painful stabs behind my eyes as dizziness took hold. "OOPH!" A grunted exhale as I tried to get my bearings a little more.

"No," He screamed at her, again and again, "No, No, No, No, No!"

His hands let go suddenly and I would have fallen if it weren't for his body pressing mine against the cold ungiving wall. Confused, dazed and scared shitless, I froze a moment. Not in fear but in wonder of what was coming next? Was he still armed with the shard?

"I loved her," He whispered, into the bare skin of her shoulder, "I loved her..." His whimpered words barely audible, but the location of his mouth was foremost in my mind. He was dangerously close to my throat and I did not like that!

No pity left in me to give, I reached up between our bodies and shoved him has hard as I could away from me. His nails tore flesh from my sides where he held me, again a hiss of pain seeped from between my lips as I flinched over slightly.

"I .. Am not her!" I panted out. I couldn't feel his pain, I was too busy feeling my own. And he was the cause for alot of it! Moving a few steps along the wall, I moved towards Lance. I couldn't chance a glance his way to check his condition, not with this caged animal here with me.

"I am not her Willow...." I said softer, trying to soothe him a little, but knowing it would do no good. I would have to kill him.. The thought did not bother me in the slightest amazingly. I hated to take lives, and yet since this whole thing began, that is all I have done. Kill or be killed, I'd rather he go first.
 
"You're right," Willow said, blood dripping from his lips as he spoke the words. True reality hardening his heart into a cold ball of determined flesh. He licked the foul blood that fell through him.
He got onto his knees, his hands holding him up. One of the fingers fell against a gun, and the other fell against the shard of glass. Both of them in front of him, each at a different arm's length.
"She's gone... and we're all that's left."
The shard once against took its immaculate place into his already ravined hand. It fit like a vised glove, making his fist tremble in both pain and pleasure.
The gun scattered across the floor, hitting the far side of the concrete wall.
"Just you, me, and Lance."
He rushed for the man. The blade out, blood covering it, dangerous as the morose smile plastering his face.
"Lance," he came up to the man, pressing a hand against his shoulder, as the other arched the blade so it ran right into his stomach.
A flush of blood ran down to the floor. Lance grunted, something both strong and weak, which made even Willow wince in sympathy.
Lance looked at Willow, and Willow back at the man, as both pain and life left his eyes.
"You took her from me," his words soft, each syllable over pronounced to make sure he got it, "You took her from me."
Lance screamed as Willow began to move the shard up. From his stomach, it began to slice against organs. Blood flowed free as the wound itself began to open and ooze.
The glass came against bone. A frightening sound emerged as both rubbed against each other. His ribs shook with a jarring pain. Lance felt as if someone were jackhammering inside him somewhere.
He screamed again, as Willow continued his defunct operation.

(don't rush him, if he holds onto that blade and Aria knocks it out of him, it'll do more damage than what been done now. Besides, that would be the easy way out...
Could someone please tell Vandal to hurry up? I don't have a problem with people leaving for a time, but I do when they chose specifically to be an intregal part of the next phaze and then leave me high and dry to do nothing more than have my characters kill each other.)
 
Aria

Watching with wide horror filled eyes as Willow rose from the floor, bloody shard in hand, my body jerked back and slammed into the wall with that fear again.

His mad eyes did not meet mine but turned on Lance.
"Oh god.. No..." Frozen, I did not feel the gun as it struck my foot but a small part of my mind felt it.

Eyes wide and watching, I begged mentally with my body to move! Do something! Protect him! LANCE! My mind screamed in agony as the shard was shoved into his skin and the horrible scream that followed chilled my blood.

Tears streaked down my face as bile rose in my throat. Blood poured freely from somewhere above Willow's spread feet. My heart and mind knowing it was Lance's. Looking down, looking anywhere but at the two locked in death's embrace, my eyes however blurred spotted the gun resting peacefully between my feet.

Shaking, afraid and sickened by this whole thing, my hands felt like they weren't attached to my arms as they grasped the cold steel. I could not feel the weight of the gun?

Both hands shaking, my mind and ears on what was happening beside me, my body unconsciously moving the gun like someone would use rosary. Kissing the side in silent thanks for placing it there.

"Lance...?" A plea for something, but I could not think only function. Raising it, I stepped away from the wall.

"WILLOW!" I yelled out.. Was that my voice? It did not sound like me? It sounded more determined and unafraid than I felt at this moment. Why wasn't it trembling? Why wasn't I shooting??! Why? Because there was a hand and shard shoved into his gut.

Looking at his back, I again heard that hard determined voice say, "Turn around before I kill you!" Hammer back, safety off, loaded and aimed, why wasn't I just shooting away??
 
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Lord Vladamir Trepes

Vladamir reached out, picking up the phone and holding it to his ear. He listened to the informant. "Oh, he's got terms to the meeting. Alrighty then, why don't you tell me what they are, and I'll tell you what I find reasonable."

He wondered who the ring bearer would be, and what ring they'd have? He sat back, wondering who would have been the second pick after the man he had just sent after Mongrel.


Shadow and Light

The plane took off. The young man sat, watching the Great One. The wracked body of a man who had lived longer than he could fathom sat, staring at the four-bladed sword in his hand.

He was going head-first into death. And oddly, the man thought he understood. They were making a stop on the way, so he could go home. After this, it would be only the Great One.

He worried at the fate of the world.
 
A.B.

"He wishes to meet you with a few of his clan present for safety reasons and of course myself present as well." She hoped she had remembered it all, her energy level was making it hard to think clearly at the current moment.
 
Lord Vladamir Trepes

He thought a moment. A clan-boy, huh? Well, the rings should only choose decent people, but he wasn't too sure. He decided to impose a few limits of his own.

"Three clansmen, exactly. I don't care if he only wanted two, or if four makes him more comfortable, he gets three. We'll meet in the daylight, and I want someplace public. Call me back when he makes a decision, and have a nice night."

He reached over, and left the reciever fall back in it's cradle. He yawned, and closed his eyes for a little nap.
 
A.B.

Glaring at the phone, she pushed it back into her pocket.

"Come." they needed somewhere quiet to speak, the music was blaring too loudly. Moving through the guests, she headed down a dark hallway until the noise lessened enough to hear her own thoughts.

"He says he will meet only in a public place, day light and no more than 4 may accompany you. If you agree to that, I am to call him back." She turned around to face Christian in the darkness. Bumping into him in the process, she laughed softly at her clumsiness. Perhaps that man's alcohol content in his blood was doing this to her? Whatever it was, it felt good.
 
Christian

I had to smile at her sudden clumsiness, but there was business at stake, so the smile quickly faded to a more serious demeanor.
"Four? Including you?" I didn't wait for her to answer. "I can come up with two or three more, whichever he approves. If he's allowing so many to join us, he either intends no harm, or is very well supported."
I thought quietly for a moment, allowing my eyes to wander, something I didn't often do. I trusted her more than I realized.
I nodded to her. "Agreed."
I looked back to her. "Find out where, and we'll get our little group together."
 
A.B.

"Alright, but we won't be doing anything tonight. I will call him first thing in the morning and we'll take it from there." Glancing around, she noticed they were alone. That was amazing, considering how many of his clan were here, she never thought she'd be alone anywhere in this damned building.

"And excuse me for running you over, I did not mean to." Smiling a little, she had to think of what next to say or do? "Umm Perhaps we should retire for the night?" She flushed a little and cleared her throat, she wasn't going to make an ass of herself clarifying that statement, it only meant one thing.

GOD! She was easily flustered lately. It had to be the alcohol content. She was never this awkward, never! She fanned herself a moment with her hand before turning her attention back to Christian. "Is there a cooler place I can go in here?" She forced her mind back on business and the possibles Vladamir might pull.. Something other than the present situation and where her mind was running.
 
Christian

She was flustered, I could tell, but why was still a little beyond me. SHe was hard to read, and I hoped she wasn't uncomfortable. It occurred to me that we were alone. Perhaps that was it. She didn't know me particularly well, and the girl seemed overly protective by nature.
"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable elsewhere. I can show you to a room, a sleeping quarters, which is both cozy, and cooler. Are you ready to retire for the night?"
A moment ago, she was ready to run a marathon, now she was requesting to be shown to her quarters. Something was amiss about this girl. And I wasn't certain if I wanted to know what or not.
 
A.B.

Smiling, she nodded her head. That would be perfect, some place cooler and quiet and very much alone. Let her get things back into prospective and where they belonged.

Sounded good anyway.

Still a little edgy inside, she felt it was better if she locked herself into a quiet place where she could think and stop her silly behavior.

"Yes, please?" She motioned him ahead of her, he would have to lead the way. And that way she could think over why she felt so confused around him and all these people. She knew she could trust Christian, that was important. And she was working for him until he had no futher need of her, another reason to be alone. That way she wouldn't put off the wrong signals and scare the poor man, hell she was scaring herself lately with the things she was doing. She hadn't lived this long to go insane now.
 
Willow made a sickening face, as that damned woman continued to rue against his plans. He enjoyed watchg whatever sparkle leave Lance's eyes as a look of both pain and horrible surprise continued to drool about his face.
"I'm sorry, afraid I can't do that."
He grabbed the shard with both hands and yanked up. Lance's body moved with him, in a sort of lurch. More blood fell to the floor, and the wound grew even wider inside of him.
"He won't last long, you know. It's not healing... I can see it. Hell, I can smell it. A foul stench. You know what I mean. When a vampire can't heal anymore, his blood turns rotten. It reeks of death, of all the years it has had to course through his veins. Don't worry Lance, I'll end it."
He heaved the knife up again, as it began slicing through bone now. Something solid, or at least semi solid dropped inside the circle of blood. Lance went limp, and his entire body fell, muscleless, now only being held by chains and Willow's ever piercing shard.
"It's almost over, my dear," A hiss in his voice that seemed to say she was next. All she had to do was wait her turn.
 
Aria

No choice.

None.

I didn't think nor did I care. He was killing the one person I needed more than anything right now. One I needed to get myself back, someone I cared about.

He left me no choice.

Raising the gun, I moved forward and placed it at the back of his head, "Good bye Willow." A single shot through the brain and ask scattered everywhere.

My eyes scanned over Lance and his condition.

"I'm sorry wouldn't be good enough, but I remember something important Lance." I moved forward, not sure if he could hear me now or not. "You will return until that book is destroyed." Tears slid down my face as I raised the gun up.

"Forgive me?" I reached out and lifted his head, my lips pressing to his a moment before stepping back and taking aim. Another single shot fired and Lance was gone.

Shaking, I let the gun fall from numbing fingers as big sobs tore from my throat, from my heart. Sinking to the floor, I could feel the blood on my body, almost slipped in it as I sank down. Curling up tightly, I sat against the wall and wrapped my arms around my knees. Blood was smeared all over me, from small cuts which I could now feel, from Lance and Willow's blood as well.

My head lifted as I stared blankly at the ceiling, "Why?!" I cried out. I knew Mongrel could hear me, some how I knew he was aware of everything that happened down here. Taking up the gun, I waited. Mongrel would come, I knew he would.. And when he did, he'd be next. I wouldn't make it out of here alive, not without aid........

AID? MY GOD! I am so fucking dense! RAY! My mind yelled out to him, telling him where I was, calling him to come help me. Now if only he could hear me over this distance? Shivering, the adreneline was wearing off quickly, I needed to think of a way out of here?
 
Ray

I freeze in place as Aria’s words hit me like a ton of bricks, the ring on my finger blazing with heat, angry and urgent blasting threw the coldness within letting me hear Aria’s words even from such a great distance. I fall to my knees tears springing to my eyes as the swords drop from my numb hands.

I curl up as my mind explodes with pain the rings finely breaking the darkness with in showing me what my life would be like with out aria and Kat for they would die if I didn’t act. I groan as pain lances threw my head the fire from the ring burning my finger. I groan as I pick up the sword sheathing them. I stand turning in the direction of Aria.

“I’m coming hold on I will be There.” I yell in to the night both with my mind and voice.

I walk quickly down the stars a hard look in my dark eyes. I don’t bother hiding them now the lights with in blazing hotly almost hot enough to be felt. My face is hard but you can still see the pain and anger in the lines of my face the way I move. Kat can tell just by the way I’m standing that I’m more then ready to kill. I pick up a phone barking orders in to it the pour man on the other side sounding cowed not used to hearing that tone in my voice. The only ones who have heard it before are now dead.

I turn to Kat my eyes hard showing that I would have no argument from her. “Go get dressed we are leaving as soon as I get Christian. Aria is in trouble.” My voice is hard as steal but as soft as silk a deadly tone. I see the look in Kat’s eyes shocked at my tone I had never ordered her to do any thing before but my voice left no doubt that it was an order and not to be disobeyed.

I move swiftly down to the lobby and out in to the street. I don’t bother with a cab or limo I move threw the streets moving faster then any car could in this traffic. I stop out side of the club where Christian was last. I move in brushing past a bouncer as if he wasn’t there. I ignore his yell and move threw the crowded dance floor. I see other vampires looking at me some moving away some obviously preparing for a fight not shear why I came back so soon. The look on my face is one of trouble.

The bouncer comes after me but doesn’t try to stop me knowing from my look that that would be a mistake. I look around spotting Christian and A.B near the bathrooms. I walk up to them my face set reedy for an argument and not willing to take no for an answer.

I nod my head to A.B respctctufully trying to hold the anger back knowing that it wouldn’t help. My eyes settle on Christian letting him see them for the first time the lights flaring in the dark depths. “We need you to come now. Aria is in trouble and we need you to help get her out. I’ve got a jet getting ready as we speak and we leave as soon as it’s ready.” I glance at A.B my face hard but the pain and weary are plain in them. “You can com if you wish.” I shrug as I look back at Chrisgen. “But we need you Mongrel has her and we got to get her away.”

I don’t even notes as a signal tear of frustration and a deep seeded sadness apers at the corner of my eye. I can’t buleav that I let the darkness envelop me so much that I had forgotten the need of family the oath that I gave to protect them form all harm.
 
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Joseph

He sat alone in the plane. There was still an hour or two of flight time left. It was so boring. He couldn't see the ground pass by below. All he could do was check his environment. Living as long as he had, his senses had gotten stronger. And now without his sight, he relied on them. Smell and hearing painted a half-picture of the world around him. His sword tip tapped against the floor of the plane, and he thought, trying to picture the plane around him.

It was difficult. He stopped trying, thinking back on how long he'd been alive. It was odd, the loss of timing. Things seemed to hang forever. How long had he been alive? 1800 years? It seemed about right, give or take a few hundred years. He couldn't tell, so he gave up, trying to focus on the area around him again.

This was going to be a difficult task. Without his vision, fighting...

Maybe today death would take him.
 
The anchor slid through the bars. As slippery as a seal. It caught on two of them, sticking against the barbed edges of the blades.
For a moment they battled each other, strength against strength. Outside tires squealed and a horrible black smoke came through the empty window.
The bars broke, and half of the window, including bricks that were imbedded into the wall took off at a fantastic rate.
Keith, with two guns in hand popped his head through the window, glancing down at what he could see.
Blood, everywhere. It covered the floor and walls. He held himself back from the smell of it all, unable to focus in on anything. The woman stood there, naked. If it were in better situations he might think of something as a man, but he didn't.
Vampires came down the steps, moving at incredible speed.
He glimpsed the situation.
She looked familar, "You!"
It was her. The woman from the surveilance tapes. His gun immediately aimed at her. The vampires were forcing the caged door open, ready to kill the both of them.
She didn't look like one of them. She didn't look like she even wanted to be there. They had locked her up. Why? Should he know something?
As a cop, he made split second situations all the time, but this one took a few seconds before it could sink in.
He opened fire at the guards, still trying to open the gate. Once they all fell, he reached his hand down.
"Come with me, hurry. They'll be along any second."
Just inside earshot he could already hear engines firing up. They would be coming soon.
 
Aria

Backed against the wall, standing almost where Lance had been chained, my mind was in a hazey place where voices echoed from far away even though I could see them on the other side of the bars.

Why didn't they shoot me? Why were they trying to get in here? Raising the gun up, I fired at one, his head exploding and his body turning to dust. And then four more burst all over the place. Had I shot four more shots? I glanced down at my gun and noticed I hadn't.

My head titled a little and looked up, "Lance?" I jumped back from the hand a moment. It wasn't lance returning, it was some stranger with a weird accent.

"Come with me, hurry. They'll be along any second." He seemed on edge and a tad bit upset. I felt numb, he should try that feeling out, it works.

Taking his hand, although I can't say why I did that, I was lifted out of the room, scraping across the bricks and deposited on the grass. Did I have a death wish? The thought entered my mind, along with Lance. I had killed him, again.

Doubling over, the contents of my stomach emptied out onto the ground, what little there was. Groaning, my eyes clenched tightly shut, trying to block out the image of what I had done. The foul taste in my mouth didn't help calm my stomach and neither did the stranger standing just left of me. What was he saying?

"We have to go." I muttered, getting to my feet, ignoring the fact I was nude, and stood up.
 
Christian

A.B. looked back at me, awaiting my response. I was planning on taking her to the unoccupied room that Darius used to have, before his disappearance, that is.
Darius, Isabelle's lover of olde. He'd been one of us, her partner in all that we did, leading us in ways she couldn't. Some of us blamed our change in luck, or falling prey to many of the clans in the city after spending so much time "above" the violence, beyond thier reach it seemed, on his leaving, suddenly, without warning to any of us save for Isabelle. When I'd asked her, just the three of us, she and I and Kayla, alone, she'd smiled weakly, the smile of a woman who dearly missed someone, and said "He may have found his own path, though it seems a mystery to him as much as it does me. I think we may see him again." Then, oddly, she'd added: "perhaps in another life" the words falling off her tongue, amazingly natural, though not seeming even noticed by the woman who'd spoken them.
Those words had clung to me, making me feel colder for some odd reason. I'd glanced at Kayla, my mind putting two and two together. Isabelle and Darius had been inseperable, but there were things between them, even after lifetimes together, that had brought them apart. That had frightened me, brought me to the reality that that which held my faith, might not last forever.
And it hadn't. Kayla was dead, gone. And unlike Darius, she was certainly never coming back.I glanced up at A.B., realizing the memory had made me distant. I smiled, again not so genuinely, but a gesture I felt she would appreciate.
"I'll show you..." I trailed off, feeling distant again, this time my body remaining calm, becoming more calm even, and I spoke the name before I realized what I was saying.
"Ray."
I glanced up to see the large man coming toward us, an unwanted entourage trailing behind him, including a few of our clan, younger ones mostly, and the bouncer.
I raised one hand, calming all of them at once as Ray began to speak.
Once he'd finished, even adding in an ivitation to A.B. to accompany us, I eyed the man for a moment, feeling oddly calm around this large, dark-feeling man. His glasses removed, his eyes shone with a mix of emotions, but determination was there as well, and as a single tear grew in the corner of one eye (I could smell the salt in the air from it, I was so focused on the man at that moment) I decided to trust him, at least for the moment.
I doubted it would last, and felt I might regret it if it didn't, but it felt right just then. An odd sensation that I guessed was agreeance hummed through me, seeming to start with the ring on my finger.
Perhaps there was truth to all this Ringbearer's nonsense.
"A.B., perhaps we should let this meeting slide, at least for now," I stated. I looked to the big man in front of me. "I'll meet you out front in a moment, if you can wait while I gather a few important items."
I didn't wait for an answer. This seemed serious, and I was't leaving without at least a few more weapons than I carried now.
"It's your choice what you do, A.B.," I stated. "I won't act as your employer here. It's too dangerous for me to make this decision, but your presence will be rewarded if you choose to come."
I turned and headed back toward the back, making a line for my chambers at a jog. When I got there, I dumped my weaponry on the bed and shifted through my weapons chest for what I wanted. I found my sword and tucked it, still in its sheath, into the folds of my trench, then grabbed the two nine-millimeters I often carried into the lower inside pockets. That done, I added as many spare clips as I could and thought twice before grabbing my weapon of choice, thinking, hopefully it's a private jet.... I wrapped the spear, along with a pump-action shotgun, in a large piece of cotton cloth, carefully wrapping the silver tip so as not to divulge its tip.
I took a back exit and headed out the alley toward the front, looking around to see if Ray (and A.B.?) were waiting.
 
Lord Vladamir Trepes

His fingers drummed along next to the phone. He stared at it. There wasn't a call yet. He wondered why. Perhaps he should see if another strand to his web was active? He sat up, watching the phone for the apartment as he pulled out his cell from his coat, laying a few feet away.

He pulled it out, and began to dial the number to Mongrel's. Not the direct way, but to someone he'd seen there on his way out. Vladamir had lived for a very long time, and he had met a lot of people. And sometimes the oldest strands of the web were the strongest.
 
A.B.

Picking up the phone, she dialed the number Vladamir had given her. Getting his voice mail she left a brief message.

"The meeting has been put on hold and will have to wait a few days. Seems a ring bearer by the name of Aria needs rescuing from something. I will call as soon as we return." She hung up and eyed the big guy again. Backing up a step, she couldn't help but feel intimidated by his size. Christian was no where near that large, maybe that was why she was comfortable around him? He wasn't threatening.

"I will join you." She stated almost meekly, she flinched a little, wanting to kick herself for that meekness. Christian returned packing more things than she had ever seen one person carry. "I have no weapons?" She managed to get out before remembering her knife in her cloak. It would do, if she got into any close contact with someone.

She followed quietly behind the group, keeping an eye on Christian's back as they moved along. This was getting messy and tangled, two things she didn't like overly much. She hated attachments of any kind. She had made it this long alone and she was used to her own little world. Now what would she do if she actually started to care for one of these people and they too died? Or worse left her alone? She grimaced a little, her mind now firmly set against that happening. She would not endanger herself for nothing, and she would not care about anyone but herself. Didn't mean she couldn't make some money in the mean time though.
 
Keith pushed her back to the ground as he emptied both of his guns back into the cars that raced on towards them. One of them stopped with a sudden dizziness, spinning out of control before it began to flip end over end.
The other kept coming.
Just then a spray of bullets littered the ground around them. Keith didn't feel anything rip through him, and he thanked the lucky stars for that.
"Come on... come on." He helped her up, trying not to touch anything he shouldn't. His car, with the anchor and barred window attachment still behind it, was just a few feet off. It stood before a long dirt road that led out of there. High brush all around it gave them some cover.
He opened a door, pushing her in, and then getting in himself.
The engine still running, he floored the car, and with a lurch that made his heart jump to his throat they were off.
The only thing left behind was a trail of dust and some upturned dirt. The car stopped, assesing the dirt road, before turning back.
Keith watched as they didn't pursue, finally remembering to breath.
"Good God, they almost got us."
He looked her over, to make sure she was all right.
"No wounds? You sure you're ok? You've got blood all over you."
The car fumbled left and right for a second as he took off his shirt, giving it to her wear or clean herself up, whichever she needed.
 
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