Hide and Seek {OPEN}

[Rayne]

My thick brown hair hung around my face like a curtain covering the barcode on my neck nicely, if it hadn’t been for the fact that today I was sitting in a cage for all to see you might not have guessed I was one of the Gifted. Well that’s what they called us anyway, not that we saw it that way when we were ripped from our lives and treated like sideshow acts.

My cage was bigger then some of the ones around me where other Gifteds were also locked up and forced to preform their tricks to the public. My power however is limited, Empathy, I could sense and feel the emotions of the people around me, like right now my head was full of the misery of the other gifteds and the dry humour and mocking of the humans watching.

I didn’t like playing this game and I stood in the middle of the cage glaring out at the crowd who watched with curiosity to see what power I could do. I could feel the powers of the others as they used them, somewhere of to my left someone was shifting into an animal and with it their emotions dulled on my radar, I couldn’t sense animals that well. Further left I could feel another of the gifteds pain as they were prodded into action, I sensed their body shimmer as they disappeared from view.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the irritation on my owners over fed face that went so well with the hostility I was sensing from him. Naturally he was pissed that I wasn’t being his preforming monkey as the others around us were. Though as I felt the powers around me an idea formed in my mind and in an instant I drew the magic into the forefront of my mind, I felt my body twist and morph until I had a very small view of the world.

I looked up at the crowd through the pink eyes of a small white mouse, but that wasn’t the end of my tricks not this time, and drawing on more of the magic it wasn’t long before I felt my tiny mouse body shimmer and disappear.

That was it I knew I would likely be caught and dragged back sooner or later as the magic would wear off as soon as I was out of range of the others emotions but I hoped I could get lost in the crowed before that happened. Within seconds I was off and racing shooting through the bars with ease in this small body and taking off, these small legs slightly annoying in making a quick get away but you got that.

It took a little effort dodging the feet of the humans mulling around, this body wasn’t so conducive to not getting squashed. Eventually I made it down the street and ducked into an alley, just before my little stolen magic wore off and I felt myself turning back into myself and the invisibility wear off. I could hear the yelling and screaming of my owner and knew if he ever caught up with me I was in big trouble, but I wanted to be part of the rebellion and how could I while I was stuck in a cage.

I wasn’t going to hang out close by regardless, so as soon as I was back to myself I moved off quickly down the alley and away from the commotion behind me.

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OOC ;; It’s not the best sorry but it’s a post [/size]

[Azrael]

A z r a e l

My converse covered feet swept across the ground, scuffing against the broken asphalt of this deserted alley. My chest heaved with the loss of breath from my running. My arms swept by my sides in rhythm with my pumping feet. I could hear their own sets of feet, thudding against the harsh pavement behind me. They wouldn't just leave me be.

I had been running for some time now. Not just from them, but from everyone. Trying to keep out of those cages. Trying to stay out of the auction house scene. That wasn't my style. I wasn't to be placed in a cage. I wasn't even sure of what my power was. But the fact that I didn't know exactly what my false gift was, they didn't care. All they knew was that I had an exposed barcode, and that meant that I must have something 'special'.

I had run into a dead end. My blue gray eyes stared in disbelief as the brick wall rose into view in front of me. I had ran these alleys numorous times, but somehow, in my running, I had gotten backtracked into a corner. My heart imploded in my chest. I was done for. I didn't have anything to show them. I had nothing to get them to leave me alone. What was I to do?

I ran myself straight towards the wall. My hands frantically felt over the bricks. My right hand curled into a fist as I drew back over my head and as my head dropped so my forehead could meet the rough surface, it came down hard over top of my head. They were rounding the corner after me.

I pressed my weight against the bricks and turned myself around as if I weighted a lot more than 121 lbs. My back pressed against the wall as I saw the three of them. They were just as out of breath as me. Maybe a little less.

"C'mon."

His voice was abrasive to my ears. I didn't want to deal with them. I watched as he stepped up towards me. His chest puffed out slightly and his head held much higher than mine, with my partially slumped posture. I was exhausted from running. I knew what they wanted. They wanted a show. Something to entertain them. They wanted to exploit my so called gift for their own amusement.

I tried to sneer. I tried to be fierce. But I was too tired. They could have just left me alone. But I knew they wouldn't do such a thing.

"Give us a little show."

I wasn't their plaything. I would never be their plaything. I wasn't a wind up toy that could just be told what to do. I pushed my back up the wall, trying to straighten up. My legs felt as though they were useless. As if the muscles refused to function.

I watched as one of them stepped around the other, something was in his hand. My blue eyes swirled around to try and focus on it. I couldn't tell exactly what it was. But I knew it probably wasn't good. I couldn't believe this. It couldn't be happening.

I had to defend myself. But I just couldn't find the strength.

They were closing in together now.

I couldn't let this happen. I wouldn't end up in one of their cages.

I pushed hard off the brick wall. Black swirled around my fingertips as I wrapped my hands into fists and then let my fingers spread apart. I growled as my hands found one of their arms. I yanked hard to pull on whoever I had found. I had ahold of someone. The black smoke like swirled tangled around his arm, crawling up to his elbow. Intertwining swirls of black. It moved further and further. And my blue eyes locked to his,

The blue faded and the black took over, turning his iris to match his pupil. The black stretched out across the white until my whole eye was nothing but a shiny black orb, staring the guy down. A devilish grin crossed my lips. Something crooked and wicked.

He went limp in my hand. And when I let go, I blinked. Regaining consciousness as I looked around with my now blue eyes. The other two were running. The one that I had had ahold of, lay limp on the cold, unwelcoming asphalt.

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[Rayne]

It felt good to be back on my own feet they carried me forward at a much faster pace then I had just experienced being a rat. Not exactly something I wanted to repeat anytime soon, but I knew in my heart if I was caught again I would totally do it again if the opportunity presented itself.

I wasn’t thinking too much about where I was going as I half ran half walked through the maze of alleyways. I had no idea where I was going, even before I had been nabbed and put in a cage I never came here, I preferred to stay out of these higher class areas where the rich and greedy hung out subjecting the gifted amongst them to the sort of treatment I was just beginning to understand.

I had only been part of that scene for a few months before that my empathy had been pretty easy to hide since it was purely in my own head. Though once I unfortunately discovered that my power was more powerful then I thought when I had nearly set fire to a whole street when I had felt the overwhelming hatred radiating off a fire starter who was being provoked to preform the hunting had begun.

Even now when the emotions were running high I couldn’t control it, but luckily for me today when the opportunity had been golden the gifteds around me had been resigned to their lives their emotions clouded just enough by that fact to allow me to wield their powers as I chose.

I felt a darkness descend over me before I heard the sound of retreating foot falls. I hadn’t realised I was walking toward a dead end until I saw two humans run out of the dead ended alley like maniacs, something had scared the hell out of them, I could see it so clearly in their emotions, and now that I was paying attention I could feel them emotions and power of a gifted in the alley.

The only thing, I had never felt this kind of weird funky … darkness before, it was the only way I could describe it, the emotions tied to the power seemed sinister, dark and destructive but the more I focused on it the more it seemed to fade, not totally leaving. No it was still defiantly there in the gifted person but it was more suppressed less intense.

I thought about turning and taking a leaf out of the humans book, running in the opposite direction of these bizarre emotions that coursed through me now seemed the logical thing to do. Unfortunately I wasn’t known for always doing the logical thing, and without making a conscious decision to do so I could feel my feet carrying me forward toward the opening to the alley.

Whatever was there a strong part of me was curious to see with my own eyes the source of the foreign emotions. As I entered the alley I saw the source immediately, there was a gifted male standing at the end of the alley, the even more disturbing part was he was standing over another human, this one looked unconscious, or maybe even dead I couldn’t be completely sure from this distance.

“So you’re the one I felt using all the dark magic, impressive”

I said more easily then I thought I would have managed, considering the fact that I could still fell the darkness in me, as it radiated from this guy, sensing his instinct to flee or attack upon seeing me, that most of us had I turned around and pulling my hair away from my neck showed him my tattoo.

It was totally up to him if he chose to trust me or not but the least I could do to stop him from using his voodoo power on me was proving that I was like him.

“Chillax, I’m a ‘Gifted’ too, no need to use your voodoo on me”

I said sneering at the word gifted as I spoke it, I hated that word, if we were truly gifted we would be aloud to run our own lives without having to run for our lives.

“So what exactly is your power? I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”

I said awe in my voice tainted slightly with a hint of fear, I wasn’t brain dead I knew that a power that caused those emotions in the gifted person wielding it was highly dangerous, and not just for the human on the floor.

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[Azrael]

A z r a e l

My blue grey eyes stared down on the lifeless corpse. I tried to figure out exactly how I had done such a thing to him. How exactly I had killed him. But only bits and pieces of the scene returned to me. I remembered the fact that I had grown angry with their taunting. I had no longer wanted to be referred to as a show.

I remembered pushing off the wall. I remembered the feeling of hatred wrapped around my chest. I remembered the way it had hugged my lungs and tightened them. The way that my throat had clenched together from that very same hug. I remembered the feeling of my top lip tightening over my teeth and the way those same teeth had smashed together, grinding at the precious enamel.

I remembered the feeling of my nails as they had scraped against the brick as I pushed myself from its false safety. I remembered the feeling of my fists as they clenched, and just as quickly, unclenched. But overall, I would remember the suffocated look on the man's face who laid on the unforgiving aspalt at my feet.

The fingers of my right hand burned. A small fire that lingered under my skin. I couldn't remember why my hand should burn so. It was enough to make me cry out. It wasn't enough to cripple my muscles. It was just enough to be an annoyance. I held my hand in front of my face. My fingers spread as I turned it slowly, examinging each and every palm line, every vein, every knuckle. But nothing seemed burned. Yet, the gentle breeze that pulled through the alley ran across my hand. It danced across my skin and slowly, the burning subsided.

I hadn't run into that feeling before. Well...once I had. The last time I had lost control as I had done just a few minutes ago. It hadn't been that long, right? I hadn't been just standing here, right? I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything really. Not when I lost my temper. All I could remember were the two faces of those who had caused that anger. All I could remember were their dead faces staring back at me.

'So you’re the one I felt using all the dark magic, impressive.'

Impressive?

I yanked my attention from my hand, dropping it to my side as my eyes averted to some girl. What was she doing here? I looked down at the corpse and then jerked my eyes back to her. She couldn't have missed him. And what if she was one of them. I couldn't kill another. Impressive? What if she was one here to capture me?

I watched her carefully, taking a step back as I felt my hand touch against the brick wall again. I felt like an animal caged. Entrapped. And I wasn't even locked in bars like the others. My blue eyes followed her hand as it rose up and moved her brown hair from her neck. My hand flattened out against the cold brick, trying to allow my body to sink in its confines. I could hide anywhere, but I couldn't hide here.

'Chillax, I’m a ‘Gifted’ too, no need to use your voodoo on me.'

Voodoo? What the hell did that mean? Had she seen what I had done to this dead man? Maybe she could tell me exactly what had happened. What exactly I had done.

'So what exactly is your power? I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.'

Felt? What did that mean? What exactly was her power if she was a gifted such as me. I didn't know what my power was. How was I supposed to tell her if I didn't know. I couldn't warn her of what might happen if I didn't know. And what did she mean she had 'felt' my power? That didn't make any sense. I couldn't give her any other answer.

"I do not know what my gift is."

My voice was flat, tinted with a slight bit of confusion. I hoped it was satisfactory enough.

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[Rayne]

I could feel the guys confusion as if it was my own, he couldn’t work out how he had killed the guy on the ground or what I was on about. Ok so I admit its fun to bamboozle people by saying I can feel their emotions and what not. Well when you didn’t have a power that was actually cool in a physical sense you took joy in messing with people heads just a little bit, but from the way this one looked a little unstable about what was going on I figured I should just be completely open with him, besides it was pretty cool what he had done but I didn’t want to be next, and I was pretty sure that playing mind games with this one was in my best interest.

“Sorry I shouldn’t be so cryptic should I, my gift is Empathy, so I can feel the emotions of people around me and I can sense and sometimes use the gifts of other ‘gifted’s’ Anyway enough shop talk, I’m Rayne, and we should probably get out of here, those guys might come back with back up, and I just got out of a cage a few minutes ago and I don’t want to go right back again”

I said easily the words flowing from my mouth faster then I had intended but now that the shock over the emotions and the darkness I had felt from his power I was ready to keep moving, I didn’t want to get cornered in an Alley it would be nice to at least be able to run if someone came after me which no doubt they would.

“I know your power is kind of sinister, but that would be a totally handy one to have on the rebellion side of things, it the sort of offensive power that would work in our favour, allow us some hope of regaining control over our own lives.”

I mused, more to myself then him in a way, I had been rather deeply imbedded in the rebellion before my gift had alerted the humans to my powers, and it was hard not to see his power as I major bonus to the rebellion when I saw what he could do, but I didn’t wait for an answer from him as I turned from him and started my way back out of the dead ended alley, like I said I didn’t want to be stuck with no where to run if someone came looking for me.

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OOC ;; Sorry its so short I will try better next time but I have to go to boxing now

[Kanae]

A z r a e l

'Sorry I shouldn’t be so cryptic should I, my gift is Empathy, so I can feel the emotions of people around me and I can sense and sometimes use the gifts of other ‘gifted’s’ Anyway enough shop talk, I’m Rayne, and we should probably get out of here, those guys might come back with back up, and I just got out of a cage a few minutes ago and I don’t want to go right back again.'

I couldn't truly believe what I was hearing. Whatever I had done to the dead man at my feet, I didn't want her getting ahold of it. If my power was what had caused both of the murders I had commited, than I didn't want her to have it against me. She seemed eager to take off on me. She wanted out of here. And I couldn't blame her really. I would want out of here too. I mean...if I had ever truly been owned. I had never truly been a posession of someone else's...except her.

And if you hadn't caught on as to the girl I had been with before, then you are an idiot. I had been hooked on her, if you couldn't tell. I would do anything for her. I would even kill for her. It's how this awful thing started really.

Anyway, back to this girl. Rayne, her name was.

Should I tell her my name? Should I give her a piece of my information?

"My name is Azrael."

The soft breeze caught hold of my stiff hair. My gray eyes stared at her as she attmepted to leave. She seemed anxious about all of this, and I didn't need her empathy to tell me that.

'I know your power is kind of sinister, but that would be a totally handy one to have on the rebellion side of things, it the sort of offensive power that would work in our favor, allow us some hope of regaining control over our own lives.'

The rebellion? What exactly was that? There was a rebellion forming? Shows how many times I had been around here. I stayed to myself now I didn't really like to socialize after everything that had happened. I had pretty much lost the will to speak to anyone. I just ran. Now she was here telling me that the very same 'gift' that had killed two people, could be useful? What? How was that logical?

I shouldn't have been out here. I should have just stayed underground. I should have just stayed hidden like I usually did. Something caught my attention though. Something thudding. I took a couple steps towards Rayne.

"I...uhh..."

I was trying to sort out what was about to happen.

"I think we should..."

'Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I turned my attention to the approaching humans. They were moving towards us quickly. My blue gray eyes looked back to Rayne. My hand reached out towards her arm. Something tugged on my other arm. My head lashed around to whoever it was. I snarled. My angry rising as I attempted to yank my arm from his grip.

His grip tightened.

"Let go."

My voice came out as a snarl. My line of vision was towards Kayla from when I had yanked on my arm. I could feel the tinging again. My stormy eyes faded to black as they had before. The black drifted over the white, spreading out across it likes veins until everything was covered. They were black as ink now. My voice came out even darker. Something scratchier. More of a hiss.

"I'll give you one more chance to let me go and let us move along freely."

He still held tightly on to my arm. He was refusing to let go. My devil eyes were still locked in Rayne's direction. My chest tightened. My airway constricted as I spun around. My actions were quick. Anyone who had been watching could have thought it was part of my gift. Possibly transportation. My free hand was locked around his throat. His eyes were wide, staring in fright at me.

I could feel his pulse under my clenched grip. The quickened heart beat. My acute senses picked up on everything. The thumping in his chest from his panic. He couldn't fight back now. He was helpless. And he knew it.

I tightened a little more. One strand of black wrapped around my fingertips, It slithered up and around the man's throat. The thick black smoke twisted and curled. More strands adding themselves to the mix. I had completely forgotten about anyone else who might have been watching. All I knew is that he hadn't listened to me when I had told him to let us go..

I stared into his scared eyes. A pretty shade of green they were. Anyone else, I might have complimented them from afar. But not this man. He had made a mistake. And he was bound to learn never to make it again. I was not one to mess with. The corpse just a few feet from us should have been proof enough.

My fingernails lengthened. I fed off of his fear. The sharp points pressed against his cooling flesh. They were black. Everything was black it seemed. I stared deep into his eyes, soaking up everything that I could. I watched his eyes roll back in his skull. The once racing pulse under my grip, had slowed to nearly nothing. One more time, it ran against my death grip before it stopped.

I released my grip and blinked. My eyes opened to reveal their usual cloudy blue. I dropped him completely and listened carefully to those behind me.

"You're going to pay for this, man."

The voice bit at my ears, irritating me even more. I turned around and took a couple steps towards Rayne. My hand reached out to her. It burned under my skin again. She would probably flinch away from me. She knew what I had just felt. She knew what my hand had just caused. Another death to the list.

I could hear one's coming closer.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I didn't even turn to look at them. If they knew what was best, they would walk away from us and the two corpses.

"Let's get out of here."

My voice was much calmer with her. She had done nothing to me as of yet.

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[Rayne]

It wasn’t that I was trying to run away from the guy, his gift didn’t worry me too much I had felt the emotions it took to make him use it so I would be able to back off before he got to that stage toward me. All I wanted was so get out of the alley and avoid being place straight back into a cage, that was the last thing I wanted right now.

My urge to leave the alley wasn’t soon enough however before I had taken a few paces in the direction of the exit I heard the telltale signs of approaching footfalls, and if that wasn’t enough I could feel their emotions they were excited they had heard the commotion and had guessed there was a gifted in the alley, the idea on these ones mind was not to simply be entertained their idea was to capture.

I had been in this position before and I took the defensive, backing back into the dead end alley slightly I took a boxing stance, my fists up in front of me protecting my face and preparing to strike. I had taken boxing classes for a while to up my fitness and learn to defend myself at least a little bit.

I could feel the emotions building in the guy behind me, and knew what was coming I could feel it one of them had gone right past me to him and was holding onto his arm, and he was not happy. Meanwhile I was circling around another but he wouldn’t let me circle right around or I would have been able to run.

He seemed totally humoured by the fact that I was poised ready to fight, he seemed to scoff at the thought of a female doing anything to him what so ever. With one swift move I shot forward my right arm swinging through strong and true, connecting hard with his nose, instantly I saw the crimson spring from his face and I heard his yelp of shock and pain, his hands moving to his face. Profanities existing his mouth, until then I had blocked out the energy coming from the other one, Azrael? I think that’s what he said, I was pretty bad with names at the best of times.

Without realising I had been so focused on protecting myself and getting one over on my attacker I hadn’t registered the murder going on behind me Now that I wasn’t as focused I felt it, and I felt his desire to protect me as well, in that instant I felt the power surge into me without me wanting it too, my eyes seemed to become strange to me as if I was looking out of a heavily tinted window.

My feet carried my body forward without me making the conscious decision to do so and my fingers wrapped around the man who’s face was now covered in blood from my punch. I didn’t feel like me, I felt weird like a puppet being controlled by some sinister outsider, inside my mind I was shocked to see something black and shadow like erupt from my hands and wrap around the guys throat more. I could see the light leaving his eyes as they rolled back in his head, I could hear his breath coming out in gasps and feel his pulse slowing beneath my hand. And I felt the sinister smile pull at my lips and internally I shuddered but outwardly I knew I just looked fierce.

Being near this guy could end up being bad for my mental health but at the same time a small part of me felt great, it was amazing being able to protect myself, though throwing a decent right hook felt satisfying in a less sinister way. It wasn’t until I felt him slump and the life leave him completely that I let go, and it was then I realised that the other guy had stopped his own attack though there were still others in the alley, I felt his touch on my skin and finally my eyes seemed to clear and I felt the power leave my own body, and I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

I wasn’t entirely sure I ever wanted to feel like that again, but some part of me was screaming that I did, and that I wanted to use it on everyone who had ever locked me up and prodded me into action.

“Woah”

I whispered to myself, for some reason the guys hand on me seemed to calm me and instead of being afraid of him I trusted him completely, I could feel his protective nature and I knew he didn’t want to hurt me he wanted to get us out of here. I wheeled around to face the entrance and the only exit where there were still two others staring shocked at what had just happened. I could still feel in myself and Azrael the need to defend and escape, and my body went on the defensive again, facing the other two my fists raised once more, though I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to call up Azrael’s power again to take the other two out though killing didn’t seem to sit completely well with me I was willing to do it if I had to.

“You heard him, you have a choice get the hell outta our way or you will both be corpses like your friends!”

My voice came out in an evil hiss that should have scared me but didn’t, in a way that shocked me more then my voice did, I should be terrified of the way this power and emotion was making me feel and behave but I wasn’t maybe once I was away from his influence my actions would hit home and I would feel the right emotions toward them but for now I was just in fighting mode.

Purposefully I moved forward defensive position in tact as I was ready to strike out first and call the power later, that was if they refused to back off. I will give them some credit they had some self-preservation going on, and took off at a run, and I didn’t want to keep standing around here waiting to need to fight again. Vaguely I heard Azrael say we should get out of here and I totally agreed

“Right lets go before more come.”

I said in total agreement, and again I headed off toward the exit, this time I made it to the end without hearing any footfalls coming toward us, I still wanted to get away from the crowded streets not too far away where I knew my ‘owner ’ would be pissed that I had gotten away. Part of me wanted to turn and grab Azrael’s hand as now without that contact I could feel my own emotions going a little crazy, I didn’t know why, but where our skin had touched before he seemed to ease my emotions, make them seem more in control, and now without that contact they were already starting to run wild, not that I would ever admit to anything like that.

I liked to think of myself as pretty strong willed, and I didn’t want to appear weak to anyone, therefore I knew it was take a miracle for me to admit that I needed anyone, even for something as silly as seeming more in control of myself I swear sometimes I thought this whole feeling others emotions was sending me into a spiral of insanity.

I was cautious as I continued forward turning down a different alley heading away from the noise of the street, I didn’t want to run into any more trouble I would much rather be pre warned to some extent and maybe I could do something smart, like pretending that Azrael was my gifted, having long hair would be on my side in hiding my own tattoo it might just work if I could convince anyone we ran into that I was the owner of him and was pissed off he had tried to get away they might laugh and let us pass though I did hope that wouldn’t be necessary.

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OOC ;; Thank you! You helped me find my muse =D

[Azrael]

A z r a e l

She seemed shocked. Almost frightened in a way. I hadn't noticed, but I could only assume that my power had leaked out to her. I felt sorry for her. I shouldn't have acted like that. I should have been able to control myself better. I shouldn't have let her get ahold of what I could do. I wasn't exactly sure what my power was. But I knew that it scared even me sometimes, and I also knew that I didn't want her to have it.

She seemed as though this whole killing everyone thing didn't work for her. I mean, it didn't work for me either. But I did what I had to do to survive around here.

'You heard him, you have a choice get the hell outta our way or you will both be corpses like your friends!'

I still had a ahold of her arm. I knew there was no way they would risk messing with us again. Not after killing off some more of them. But, she stepped after them and my grip tightened on her arm. I knew that we had to get out of here. Whether she had figured that out yet or not was another problem entirely. But before I had to make a difficult decision on whether I was going to have to take her out of here with force or not, they took off. Thank whatever god there might be.

'Right lets go before more come.'

Maybe there was a god...

I nodded and walked past her. I just wanted to go back underground where it was safe. I shouldn't have come out here. I knew it was bad out here. I turned my head and glanced over my shoulder at the bloodless massacre. I almost sighed. I didn't need to act like this. I didn't need this kind of life. I didn't want to act like this. I didn't want this life. But I needed to get out of here. And I needed to get her out of here. I could kill some more if need be. But all she had were her fists if I walked away.

I could just walk away. I could leave her here and save myself. I sighed and turned my attention back to her as she started to walk away.

"Where do you expect to go?"

My questioning voice drifted across the cool autumn air. My fingers found their way into the pockets of my skinny jeans. I didn't know if she had a plan or what. But if she was previously owned, then I doubted that she had somewhere to go after escaping from her cage.

If she didn't have somewhere to go. I supposed she could come down to the underground with me. I'm sure she would rather that than run around up here, trying to hide from everyone. I knew that was impossible to accomplish, and the sooner she figured that out, the better.

I walked after her. I wanted out of this dead end alley more than you could ever know. I didn't want to have to kill anymore people. And that's the only defense I had when the only thing behind you was a brick wall. And in this life, it was kill or be killed.

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[Rayne]

I had a slight advantage when it came to finding an escape root through these back streets, they could be like a maze, sure she couldn't tell which were dead ends which is of course a downer but at the same time she could tell where people were. As long as she concentrated she could feel where the emotions were coming from and could avoid going that way. This is the strategy she set off with walking confidently now through the back streets.

She realized then that Azrael was following her and that he had spoken, asking where she expected to go now, she frowned slightly, she hadn't really thought about that even as she escaped the cage she had been living in the moment then and even now she still was just living in the right now and trying to avoid going back in that damn cage. The truth was she had no clue where she was going or what she was going to do now that she was out. Here in the open like this it would only be a matter of time before she was captured again.

"I don't know, but I'm not going back in a cage that's for sure"

She spoke with passion as she came to a fork in the alley's there were three options and she stopped assessing the situation for a moment, down the first she could feel people a lot of them they were searching for something, she didn't know what but she decided that was not a good option, the seconds seemed clear and there were just a few people in the last. Following her instincts she took the middle one, the empty one, the last thing she needed was an alley of people realizing she was a gifted.

The clothes she wore were old and not that well kept, so she had doubts whether her first idea of a plan would actually work, who would believe that someone who owned a gifted would wear such ratty clothes. Her best bet was to avoid them at all costs, she had no idea if Azrael would follow her or decide to go his own way, and she didn't know which she would prefer. On the one hand if he hung around she was confident that they wouldn't be captured, between his power and her ability to tap into it they wouldn't be touched. On the second hand though she wasn't sure she really wanted to feel that power ever again. It had a taste of pure darkness too it that was for sure and it scared her a little bit.

Even as part of her mind wondered off on its own little tyrant she kept most of it on the look out searching out a clear path, so far they had been lucky but sooner or later there will be a path that they would not be able to go through without walking amongst the ungifted, the ones who were so hell bent on controlling them, the gifted.

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OOC ;; blah its so short [/size]

[Azrael]

A z r a e l
Sometimes I Think I'm Crazy
I'm Crazy, Oh So Crazy

I followed slowly behind her a little ways. She seemed like she either knew her way around here...or...was making pretty good guesses. I couldn't tell which by this point. I didn't know exactly what she was capable of. And I surely didn't know how long she had been around here. There were always new gifteds running around here. They never stayed for long either. Always being bought and sold and such. I had never been apart of that. I didn't know how to control my power. I didn't know what exactly it even was. I didn't advertise my 'gifts'. I had never been 'owned'. And I definately wasn't going to be. My power was apparently greater than most. I would use it if necessary. I had killed. And I would most likely kill again.

I wasn't even sure if what I had learned of my power was everything that went with it. It might have been more vast than I had learned. But as of now...I couldn't even control what I had...let alone if my 'gift' started adding things to itself. I didn't know what I would do if it grew...

I was lost in thought...And when she stopped to stare at the split in the alley, the distance I had once been behind her was almost gone. I stopped quickly, rolling up on to my tip toes to keep from falling into her. I hoped she didn't know I had done such a thing. I usually kept myself under check and never became unaware unless by myself when I didn't have to worry about being caught off guard. I took a step back from her and settled firmly on my feet. My hands went halfway into my pockets while I waited for her to make a decision. My eyes averted to the ground, my feet tracing over a crack in the broken pavement. I moved my eyes back up to the back of her head, then over each of the paths.

I rose an eyebrow, waiting for her to pick what she thought was best. She looked as though she knew what was going on...until now. I watched as she started moving towards the middle alleyway. I guess she had done something to figure out which was best. Why was I trusting her anyways? I shouldn't have been. I should have known better than to just start following around some random girl I had just met. Especially when she was under the eye of the humans. The normals who had owned her would be searching for her. That was for sure...And when they found her, they would have me too. And I could either abandon her, which I could probably do at this moment. But what if I got attached to her?

I thought over that for a minute. No. Never. There was only one girl I had ever been attached to. And she would be the only girl I would ever be attached to. I might become friends with this girl, but who's to say she wouldn't just abandon me too if I was being locked behind bars and she had the option to escape. What had she been saying?

She wasn't going back in that cage. That was it. And I'm pretty sure that meant at any cost. And that meant leaving me behind. I took a couple steps down the middle alley after her.

"Do you even have anywhere to go?"

I didn't want to act like a jerk, but if she didn't have anywhere to stay for the night, then that should be our first concern. Finding her somewhere to stay that wasn't too conspicuous to the normals. I couldn't remember if she had told me exactly where she was trying to go now. But I guess that depended on how long she had been locked up. She might not know anywhere around this area. Or anybody for that matter.

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