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It's not a place you'd expect to find her, really. The rich young daughter of a well-known family wandering around in the society-perceived are for lowlifes and losers. Then again, it was just the kind of place she belonged. She wasn't one of them, and she never really had been. Not that it bothered her all that much. She didn't think being one of them would be as grand as it seemed. How great was normalcy, anyway? Although, it'd be nice to not be hunted down, to fit in somewhere, anywhere. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. So why dwell?
There wasn't any reason, really. So, grabbing a black, zipper adorned sweatshirt, she trotted out the door and disappeared behind the woods - only to reappear in the dark alleyways and tell tale scum of the city. Her hair was undone, just naturally brown-black and loosely curled, as always. Her jeans were ripped and snow-washed, with no designs and the only thing on her person was some money stolen from her dear mother, her i.d. and uh, chap stick. Nothing else. Her trainers thumped quietly against the concrete, falling in a crack every so often and making her lose her balance.
She'd quickly recover, falling back into step. This certain alley was entirely deserted, scattered with garbage and debris, all which went over the brunette's mind, as she wasn't really paying all that much attention. She wasn't really thinking, but she was in a dream like state that kept her from truly paying attention to anything. In quick rhythm she continued wandering, hoping no one would show up. She didn't exactly have a destination but she just felt like getting away and being alone. Cosette had been especially suffocating this morning, more than her normal lectures.
Add to the fact that there was now a desperate, burning red ring around her neck in the shape of a hand, as well as a gauze-wrapped gash across her stomach. This was a direct result of a fight with her dear, dear father. She hadn't really heard much of it - just 'monster' 'abomination' 'worthless' and 'moronic'. That had been quite enough for her, and when she had revolted, he'd lost his mind and attacked her, which he only did when he was extremely angry. Her parents seemed to have an underlying fear she'd change on them and rip their innards out while they slept...
The brunette continued walking, her brown curls bouncing as she glanced down at the concrete in a melancholy state. So the whole 'not dwell on it' thing hadn't worked out so well...
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« Reply #1 on Nov 22, 2006, 3:41pm » | |
A steady thumping sound was all Ian heard as he kept running as fast as he could. His heart rate kept increasing bit by bit, as more and more adrenaline pumped throughout his bloodstream, giving him an increased burst of speed for his survival. All the while his brain kept calculating how they had found him, just the other day he had backtracked to Paris, and then caught the first plane out of France. There was no way he was that careless...unless he had forgotten to wipe his prints. Damn.
Ian's worn leather boots thudded loudly as he snaked his way through the alley, all the while looking over his shoulder seeing if they were still close enough, and it was always his luck that they were there right over his shoulder. With the faux fur, keeping the majority of his face concealed, Ian could safely look back to see the two men. Both dressed in identical suits, ties, and the same hate filled expression.
Just earlier this day Ian had transformed and roamed through the woods care-free, after all it was winter he could safely use his form without any curious glances. But he had been careless and spotted transforming, now he was being chanced again. But worse still, they were the same men that took Isabella away from him...those two years ago.
Turning the corner sharply, a scent hit Ian before the girls body actually did. Her auburn hair, and Grey-green eyes shocked the fox, for a second he actually thought it was her, Isabella. Though the illusion quickly faded.
"Sorry, love." He whispered as the looked over his shoulder, the men...they were...they were gone, had he finally lost them? Suddenly the scent of the girl picked up and spiked something in his mind. She was a shifter. "A..wolf...wolf, here?" Was all he stammered as he looked back over his shoulder as the two Facility agents reappeared from behind him. In a nearly slow motion movement, they drew their tranquilizer guns, the sickening image of Isabella being shot and taken away crossed his mind.
Without thinking or hesitating, Ian grabbed the girls wrist and quickly dragged her with him, as he bolted down the alley. "Come on! Run, if you don't want to be caught!" Was all he screamed at the younger girl, as he dragged her with him, the tranquilizer darts whizzing past their heads, as the men resumed their chase.
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« Reply #2 on Nov 22, 2006, 4:02pm » | |
Something changed....in the scent of the air. She hadn't really trained her abilities all that well and couldn't tell what it was, but even if she had, she doubted she would have had the time to mull over and identify it. The rushed, calculated thumps sounded against her ears as a chase ensued and a man turned the corner. She hadn't really registered his presence in the slightest, even when the men in suits followed and took chase. She was in that trance-like state again, oblivious to her surrounding.
It wasn't until he came dangerously close and the tranquilizer guns came out that she took notice of everything. She didn't even understand who he was or who they were, but she had no choice to run after him - he did have her by the wrist, after all. Surprisingly enough she could keep up with him well, she supposed it was...well, the animal in her. Who was he, anyway? She couldn't make out his face clearly, but he didn't look very familiar. Dark, shaggy hair, accompanied by piercing dark eyes - no one she recognized. Why was he helping her?
If he was even doing that. The brunette shook her head and ran in time with him, figuring it was her best bet. After a moment of deliberation, she realized who the men were - and that at the moment, he was her only ally. The last thing she needed was to be shipped off to the facility. God knows what they'd do to her there - and god knows what her family would do when she came back. How would her father deal with his lovely reputation being tarnished? Whatever it was, it would undoubtedly involve a lot of screaming, hitting and a considerable amount of anger.
There was a strange sense of adrenaline mixed with the dread. Tranquilizers whizzing past her, the danger. Yes, it was horrible and terrifying. But there was something else, running freely with whoever the hell this guy was and knowing that everything, everything could change in a second. Whether it be for the better or for worse. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she kept on. It was then she noticed the peculiar tattoo on her ally's arm, from his palm and continuing up....Who was Isabella?
It was none of her business, she scolded lightly. Here he was helping her and she repaid him by nosing around. Well, as much as spotting a tattoo on his arm while running for her life could be considered as nosing around. Innocent curiosity still burned in her mind, but she knew to keep her mouth shut until, well, most likely forever, considering she didn't even know who he was.
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« Reply #3 on Nov 22, 2006, 4:21pm » | |
With the new wolf shifter in tow, the fox ran quickly down the alley, the adrenaline and the animal in him feeling the impending danger, as well as the guilt of having involved the girl. Though he had no choice, for he was now her savior, the equipment they had with them would have recognized her as a TSer. Damn his bleeding heart, but something had to be done.
Muttering low in his breath, Ian continued to run down the alley, looking for anyway out of the mess he had caused. "Come on Ian, what would Isabella do?" The question to himself pinged inside of his head, a memory of him and her running through an alley similar to this but in a far off land called Moscow, then they had turned and fought. Though to Ian's utter amazement unscathed.
Skidding to a halt Ian snarled, and turned to face the men, tranquilizer guns still drawn, and a few more darts whizzing past his head. With a primal howl and the fierce snarl in place, Ian lunged for the men that were still advancing. A trapped animal, even a mouse will always fight to the death.
Ducking low to avoid the darts, Ian's fist connected with the first mans groin, his legs soon sweeping the man off his feet, where his fist came crashing down on the mans throat, leaving him chocking and gaging for air. Reacting faster then the first, the second suite slammed the hilt of his gun into Ian's temple, the blow causing him to let loose a whimper, possibly the animal within him. Seeing no other option, the fox lept up and planted his teeth firmly in the mans shoulder, his fist repeatedly assualting the mans face.
With the second man landing on the ground Ian quickly turned to the girl. "Lets get out of here before they wake up." His tone sharp and serious, he once more grabbed her by the wrist leading her farther into the alley with his jacket's fake fur hiding his face from her line of view.
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« Reply #4 on Nov 22, 2006, 4:36pm » | |
It was probably a surprise that despite Alex's rough and tumble nature, she was a pacifist at heart. She knew those people were going to take her to the facility and hurt her, but she couldn't help the small, reluctant pang of sympathy in her benevolent heart as they both fell to the ground. They were just following what they felt was right...right? But nevertheless, she knew without the man she was currently running with again, she'd be knocked out and on her way to the facility right now.
Alex didn't even have a second to react to the stranger's deep, snarling words before her wrist was grabbed again and she stumbled for a second, catching her balance and catching up with his quick, nearly soundless steps. She could tell a little bit more about him now, despite the fact that his face was completely out of view. It was obvious he was a shifter of some sort, considering they were after him and the 'animalistic' way he had charged at the men.
Perhaps that had been the scent she'd picked up, the change in the air. She idly wondered if Cosette was worried by now - probably not. The pretty, stuffy blond was probably wrapped up in some sort of 'party' or social event. That's the way it always was. And her parents had probably discovered that she was missing and in that very second had called up their wealthiest friends and planned a 'gathering' just for friend's sake. Which would probably be their lie to cover up the real reason for the party, that she had gone missing.
She couldn't say she'd miss them. Maybe Cosette, just a bit, but Cosette wasn't really the best of sisters. She could be a lot worse, but still. It didn't inspire the warm fuzzies when your sister looked you dead in the eye and spoke of your 'deformity' which you firmly believed was a gift. But Cosette was just ignorant. She didn't know any better than what her parents told her. That wasn't her fault, despite the burning flame of resentment that resided in Alex's heart. She couldn't help that, it was a result of the pain she felt when her sister had first told her she was a monster.
"Where are we going?!" It was the first time she'd opened her mouth and spoken to him, and it was barely above a whisper as she kept up pace, running.
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« Reply #5 on Nov 22, 2006, 4:49pm » | |
"Where are we going?!"
With her voice ringing in his ears, even though it was barely above a whisper, Ian stopped gazing around looking for something anything to get them to higher ground, as well as out of this alley for the stench was horrific to him.
Deciding it best to answer the girl, Ian turned facing her for the first time and spoke in a calm and collected tone, "Higher ground, easier to escape if we're on the rooftops. But I can't find a damned fire escape." As Ian spoke, the thick Russian accent came from his throat, possibly giving away his heritage. Walking just a few more feet, Ian found the object of his desire, a fire escape. Whirling around, his shaggy hair slapping him in the face, Ian gave the girl a soft smile. "Come on. We can talk up here." The fox shifter started up the fire escape, beckoning to the shifter beneath him.
Clambering on top of the roof, Ian laid down and sighed, today had gone horribly wrong. All he wanted was some food, and possibly curl up in his fox form and sleep. But today all he got was trouble, and worst yet he involved a young, painfully obviously domestic shifter.
"Good going Ian, you've not only endangered yourself but a domestic...what would Isabella think." Joking around with himself Ian chuckled softly, as he waited for the shifter to follow him.
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« Reply #6 on Nov 22, 2006, 5:12pm » | |
'Higher ground, easier to escape if we're on the rooftops. But I can't find a damned fire escape."'
Oh, right, obviously. That was a dumb question, the brunette chided herself. Even though the man's voice was calm, quiet and soothing, there was an intimidating quality too it - probably the foreign, rough accent - that unsettled her considerably. It made the hairs on her neck bristle and she could practically feel the rough tone of his words. Giving a lop-sided, halfhearted smile, she followed diligently as he smiled softly, directing her up the fire escape.
Cautiously, she followed him and noticed him lying down. Why was she following him anyway, he - Oh god. What if he was going to kill her? Oh god she was gonna die. What was she, retarded? He was going to kill her. She was going to die at the age of 21, without ever leaving home or discovering the world or - oh god his couldn't be happening. Turning her heel, she made to go back down and run for it - when a few blaringly important notices flashed in her mind.
She hadn't turned tail and run because she figured those guys would wake up soon, and she had no idea where the hell she was, nor was she very good at being sneaky, and she was desperately nosy. Knowing her, she'd walk straight into the grounds of the factory and be roped up in a second. Besides, she was curious...He had saved her after all. Only natural she wanted to know who he was...and where they were, for starters.
Slightly uncomfortable, she walked back and sat a little bit away from him and glanced around awkwardly. What in the hell had she gotten herself into? Trouble just loved her, didn't it? She thought ruefully. She glanced over at the stranger and saw him chuckle to himself, and she inwardly raised an eyebrow, wondering what he found amusing. No matter, she didn't really care. She just wanted to know what was going on.
And who the hell he was, as well.
She felt horribly out of place next to him, considering he was obviously experienced at being on the run, or whatever, and she was, well, an ignorantly naive 'little girl'. The first question she asked consisted of - "Uh.....Who are you?...And where the hell are we?" It was slightly indignant, and you could almost hear the raised eyebrow and curious gaze in her voice.
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« Reply #7 on Nov 22, 2006, 6:30pm » | |
Lying in place, Ian kept thinking to himself as he watched the young shifter nearly turn tail and run to the fire escape, but she had decided against it for some reason or another. Closing his eyes and waiting for the questions to start rolling off her tongue Ian took a deep breath, it was nothing like that of the woods back home in Mother Russia.
Her question finally came, first of his name, and then of their location. Smiling to himself, Ian pulled himself up and stared hard at the girl. "I am Ian, and as for our location I have not the slightest idea." With his heavy Russian accent, he pronounced his name E-haun. The Russian shifter looked around, and finally decided on a name for the location, "In my opinion we appear to be in the lower slums of this city."
Feeling a slight sting at his temple, Ian raised his fingers to the wound, that slowly poured blood out onto his face. Seeing the blood on his fingers, Ian cursed out loud, the Facility men had been getting more and more aware of his weaker points on his body. Being under constant surveillance was hard, but running for your safety was worse.
Turning back to the girl, "What about you, where do you live and what is your name young one." The question was simple and whether or not she would answer remained a mystery to the tall Russian.
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« Reply #8 on Nov 22, 2006, 6:48pm » | |
In response to Ian's declaration of not knowing their location, a small frown made it's way onto her delicate features and she glanced around, not daring to roll her eyes at his obvious guess of the lower slums. That much was obvious, but...damn it, this was pointless. Neither of them knew where they were. Fucking wonderful. Biting her lip, she looked away from the skyline and glanced toward Ian, only to recoil in overwhelming concern.
"Your bleeding -" Wonderful observation, Captain Obvious - "I.." She approached him cautiously, staring at the blood pouring from his head. She hated seeing people hurt, friend or enemy, and he had saved her, so she felt even worse. This was her fault, she thought dejectedly. She paused as he asked her a question, frowning at his sudden 'nickname' for her.
"My name's Alexei. Alex, for short. And I live in the rich part of the city....and don't call me young one. I'm not a kid." So he was probably older than her, but still. She wasn't a child, despite her innocence and she absolutely hated being treated like one. Regardless of her current annoyed state, she leant toward him, staring at his temple and gesturing toward it - "D'you want some help with that?" The only thing she had on her was some money, her i.d., and...well, she had rest of the gauze leftover from the gash on her stomach, caused by lovely, dear old dad. She supposed the gauze would do, at least for now. She pulled it out, gesturing toward it as if offering to wrap it up.
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