Street Kids

The Witch grinned. Once the girl poured out her story and her need to see this man she knew she had her. She would help her. It made her squirm in joy on the inside.


"I am special child. That is why I will be able to help you. I can be able to show these people that they were wrong. That this man is your father and you will be able to be with him." She smiled down at Caroline. "All I ask is if you help me first. Tell him anything. Just lead him here."
 
A slow, tremulous smiles breaks over Caroline's face, her features plainly showing her dawning joy, even awe, at the witch's words. She hugs her elbows to her chest, rocking on her heels slightly, before nodding, still smiling, barely able to contain her excitement.


She'll have Lewis back...she'll be able to save him. He used to take care of her, and now she can do this for him, she can take care of him...she can save him. She can save him....


"Thank you," she says, her voice rushed. "I'll do it, I'll do whatever you need me to."
 
"Very good child. Now listen closely." The Witch proceeded to tell her about Rhys and what he looked like saying that all Caroline had to do was lie to him, anything would do, as long as it brought him here alone. She also told her where to go. She was sure that the group would allow her eventually but if not to still try and get Rhys here.


'Thank you child. You don't know how much this means to me."


 
May fiercly whispers inside her head as Sheena approaches, Don't mention the tears, Don't mention the tears, Don't mention the tears. She could have almost let out a sigh of relief as Sheena tactfully avoids the subject of crying and her Mum's dress and just speaks of sleeping arrangements, she shrugs in answer to Sheena, "I don't mind to be honest, depends if either you are Kira are more comfortable on a bed or couch." She falls silent as Sheena blurts out her own past of her Mother dying, seems like they have more and more things in common, and is about to comment when Sheena mentions Devin being her guard...? She glances to her now, eyes narrowed suspiciously, "How'd you know that?" She has a sneaky guess that Devin has been spillling information again. He always used to tell her every detail about Calius's 'private' affairs so that she was up to date with things.


Devin walked back into the room where Rhys still was and gave him a grin before dumping som blankets down, "That wasn't too hard to find those." He then glanced around at the two couches. "Which one you wanna sleep on?" He knew that wasn't much difference, but it was polite, right? He needed to get into May's good books and she liked manners and stuff like that.
 
Rhys, who was thinking about his home when Devin talked. He looked up at the other boy and then shrugged. "I guess I can take this one," he said. He didn't really care where he slept as long as he got to sleep. He studied Devin for a moment and then looked back down at his feet sighing.


"It's so weird being around others after being by myself," he said softly as if he didn't mean to speak outloud.
 
Caroline listens closely, then nods, but she is frowning faintly, somewhat concerned. "That seems far away...how am I gonna get there soon? Walk? Or hitch, or something? Will you come with me to make sure I don't get lost?"


Sheena looks away, biting her lip, before saying quickly, "Um...honestly...look, I swear I won't do anything, I won't touch you, I just...it's been...a long day, and..." Her implication is she doesn't really want to go to sleep alone, but she is blushing fiercely as she says so.


At May's question she says carefully, "Uh, Devin kind of shared. Information about your past." She pauses, then mutters, "And how you were a hooker by the time you were thirteen." Quickly she adds, "I swear I don't care about that. I mean...I was by the time I was fifteen and no one even forced me."
 
"I can lead you close enough that you will able to get there soon by yourself," the Witch told the girl. She could teleport her if she wanted but that power was acting a little wonky and she wanted the girl to be fine. If she accidentally injured her or messed her up it would not work.
 
Caroline nods, then smiles again suddenly and fully, grabbing hold of the witch's hand and squeezing in lieu of an awkward hug.


"Thank you...I...thank you." She squeezes her hand again, then asks suddenly, "Um, my name is Caroline. Caroline Danson...what's yours? And what is the boy's again?"
 
A name? The Witch hadn't had a name in a long time. She had forgotten it as well. A name seemed pointless to her now. She was a witch and so that is what she called herself. She needed nothing more to label herself.


"I no longer remember my name. But you may call me what you will. The boy though is called Rhys."
 
"I'll....I'll call you Jenny...because...you're kind of like a genie," Caroline says with a hint of a blush, and she finally backs away, though still smiling. "I'm ready. We can go right now. And I'll make him come, I promise...just...please, please please get my dad back. Please."


(I'm assuming this is taking place in the morning, after the others have gone to bed)
 
The Witch nodded at Caroline.


"I always keep my promises. Thank you so much child." She moved towards where she sensed the boy was. She had faith in the young girl she was tricking. She may not know who the people well who Rhys had taken shelter with but she could assume that Rhys would ask them to take her. From the little that she had seen Rhys was a foolish boy.
 
((Legend, can you be more specific about how she "moved towards" Rhys? Is that walking, teleporting, or what? Is she taking Caroline with her as she does this?))


On the bed with May, Sheena is silent for a few moments after her attempt to reassure May of her not judging her, given their commonalities in their pasts. She looks down at her nails, noticing that they are ragged, broken, but nevertheless clean after her shower. This is the first time she can remember seeing no dirt beneath her nails in some time, and somehow this reassures her enough to look back up at her and continue.


"May...my father killed my mother."


She lets this settle between them, thinning her lips. She does not yet propose that anything should be done about this, what her feelings of this are, or how she expects May to react. She sits, listening to her own slightly uneven breaths, and waits for her response.
 
(You timeskipped to the morning? Huh, I thought that there would be more that evening.)


Jason tossed and turned as much as the narrow bed would allow. He had banished the thought in the waking hours, but the man he had killed had come back to haunt him in his dreams. The scene played over and over, sometimes with him being shot, him shooting, him watching and feeling the spray of blood. He didn't shoot, and he was killed in the backseat. He didn't shoot, and everyone died. He shot and missed and hit Sheena. And then Hood. And then Devin. He shot Joe once, although he hadn't been there. The gun was unloaded. The safety was on. The blood creeped down his side, the wound surreal, as he collapsed off of the seat- and-


Jason awoke to the feeling of bedside table to the head. Barely stifling a shout, he staggered to his feet and collapsed again on the bed, clutching his skull. He'd fallen.


His mind was scattered, parts thinking of the dream, parts questioning reality, and parts remembering the past. He had hurt his hands- there was still a bit of a scab. His shoulder had been scratched and he had fallen on his tailbone.


Kira's boyfriend had been shot. Hood had been lacerated by bullets. Sheena and May were covered in blood.


He had blood stained on his socks, from the man that had been killed in the alleyway. There was a hole in his left shoe now, to match the other one.


Jason still held his head.


He had written a full six pages in his journal that night. So much to say, so much to record. Who had died. Who he had killed. Who had been hurt.


Jason had also finished the drawing of Kira as a dog he had started earlier, but it hadn't seemed right. He'd scribbled over it.


His pencil needed sharpening.


Jason fell sideways into sleeping position again, resting his throbbing head on a cushion. He really needed to get his thoughts straight soon.
 
(no...I was doing two simultaneous scenes, taking places at different times, with different characters. So right now, while Caroline and the witch are talking in the morning, Sheena and May, for example, are still back at night. I'm doing that only because since they are in different places, and do not yet know each other, I figured it would save time to do both at once. Sorry if it's confusing.


Right now, Sheena and May are still back at night, so I guess after we have finished the conversation, we will skip ahead to morning, and I'll proceed more with Caroline as well. Sorry again for confusion.)


Currently:


*Sheena in bedroom with May*


When morning dawns:


*Caroline will begin to follow witch "Jenny"*


You guys now:


Feel free to either describe more of the night, or skip ahead to waking in the morning.
 
(Sorry! Activity is a bit wobbly lately as my laptop is broke and I have to keep going on the barely working computer! It should be fixed soon though...)


May's eyes widened as she mentioned Devin had basically told everyone her life story, what the hell? Why would he do that? She's going to kill him. She sits in silence, looking down, her fists clenched as she thinks of what to say, though most of her thoughts are focused on ways to kill Devin. Her past was her business's, no-one elses. She planned to at some point kill those from her bad side of her past, her 'dad' was gone, next on her hit list was Calius, though maybe she'd make an exception and kill Devin next, thanks to him revealing her past.


She is in the middle of all this thinking when Sheena speaks up, quietly admitting that her Father had killed her own Mother. She looks up now, her eyes gentle, May had loved her own Mother so much, that when Sheena says her Father killed her Mother, she can only imagine the pain of losing an amazing Mother, whether or not Sheena's mother was amazing she doesn't know. She opens her mouth to tell her she is sorry, but then shuts it after remembering how much she herself hates it when other's apolgozie for her Mother's death, it wasn't like they killed her. So instead she settles on a soft, "Why?" Her tone careful, as if reminding Sheena that she is also not here to judge, and that she doesn't have to tell if she doesn't want to. How she manages to say it all in one simple word, she doesn't know, but it's still all there.


Devin nodded, taking the other couch before looking over at Rhys as he spoke quietly, he actually felt a bit like he could sympthasize with him. Devin had also lost something of his, though it was not something he could retrieve. He lost his parents and went on a journey to kill those who had taken them from him, he felt strange when he joined Calius's and was around all these other people, though he still felt alone since he didn't ever make friends with any of them...until he found May. He shrugs and, rather than being sentimental and revealing his own sympathy with Rhys, talks causally, "You get used to it sooner or later, you never know.." He lays down on the couch now, staring at the ceiling, "You might find someone worth being around." Like May. He thinks silently to himself. I just wish she'd love me back.
 
Taking another slow breath in, Sheena shrugs, attempting to keep her features very calm and even, but this is a losing battle. Her lips thin, her jaw tenses, and her shoulders grow so taut they begin to ache as she speaks, her voice soft at first, holding a vulnerable note of her unresolved grief, but as she continues her tone quickly becomes bitter.


"He...I'm half Lycan, you know. Not full. Not like my, my mom. That's why I can't just shift when I want to, like she can...why I don't really have control. Plus she wasn't around to teach me better, even if I could have. I mean, I had a cousin show up and explain some stuff to me when I got my powers, make sure I wasn't gonna flip out and let the whole world know about me and my kind just because I didn't know what I was...not that she hung around, didn't really want anything more to do with me than she had to...but..."


She takes in another breath, realizing she's getting sidetracked from May's original question, and attempts to gather her thoughts, knotting her hands together in her lap.


"Anyway...my mom was a full Lycan, and my dad didn't know it. She left her pack to marry him, and he was human, so they didn't have anything to do with her after...that's why my cousin didn't want anything to do with me...'cause I'm a half breed. I'm a PUP, is what she called me...a mutt." She laughed, but there was absolutely no humor in it.


"So she didn't tell my dad. But he found out when I was about two, or three...he saw her shift. And he got all freaked out and thought she was a monster...that's what he told me, she was a monster." Her voice tightens again, and she realizes there are tears in her eyes, as much of anger as grief, as she twists her hands in her lap, clinching her jaw.


"So...he killed her. He told me she ran off and left me...that she didn't want me anymore. But then...when I was pissing him off, when I was eleven, and he was drunk...he had just...we were fighting, and he threw me down, and I had hit my chin and was bleeding..."


By now she's almost reliving the moment, the words coming out as she sees it in front of her all over again, Sheena is barely aware of May at all as she speaks.


"I was bleeding and I yelled, my mother would never be like this, my mother loved me. And he, he laughed, and he said she was a monster...he said she would have killed me. He said he killed her. He said...he said she was a monster, and he killed her. And he told me how...I wouldn't believe him, and he dragged me out, showed me where he had buried her...and he had put a stone. And I knew...I believed him. And that's...that's the first time I ran away."


She takes in another deep breath, realizing that she has cut her hand slightly with one nail, and makes herself take them apart.


"He was wrong. She wasn't a monster...she did love me...she didn't leave me. He's the monster."
 
"I don't know." Rhys so far from his life on the surface had not been attracted to the human woman he had encountered. He might have been psychically attracted sometimes but he had to guess his focus on staying alive and finding his tail, Rhys had no time for it. Even now when he got the chance to interact with others he just found himself feeling guilty and unhappy and lonely.


"I guess I will get use to it. But still. I can hear the ocean call to me." He blushed a little admitting to it. "Had you ever heard of sirens? It's like them. The sea calls out to me to return to it and sometimes I wonder if I should just go and give myself to it. Being drowned cannot be worse than living like this. I have no purpose here beyond my single goal."


Rhys shrugged. "It does not matter. I know what I need to do and I plan to do it no matter the cost. I have worked too hard and too long to give up now."
 
May listens silently throughout it all, her eyes watering at various points, and finally as Sheena finishes her sad story, she says nothing more, but just wraps her arms around her in a hug, her eyes water even more as she tightens her arms around her, "Do all dad's suck? Or is it just our one's?" She asks, her tone wavering, on the edge of crying, but with a weak joking tone underneath, very weak. After a long while, she lets go and lays down under the bed covers, muttering lightly to Sheena as she closes her eyes, "We should probably get some sleep, it's been a heck of a day..." She fidgets a little bit before speaking softly, "I can kill Devin tommorrow."





Devin shrugs, closing his eyes,"Do what you gotta do man."Without even thinking about what he is saying, he mutters, "I'm here if ya' need help, you don't have to do it alone." He yawns lightly, "Being alone is the worst feeling ever."


(Sorry, terrible post but I got writers block D:)
 
Closing the front door lightly, Hood shook his head. Perhaps he was being paranoid - sure that something was to come when they all slept. It was a terrible feeling, but he hoped the demon from earlier would show again. Not tonight, but in the future. The other had made a fool of him and caught him off his guard. Next time... oh such fun it would be. Before he knew it, a grin washed over his face as he headed back into the house, making his way toward one of the empty bathrooms. He would get as clean as possible, worrying about clothes in the morning.


Clicking the door closed, he turned the shower on, temperature nearly scalding, and quickly cleaned up, only slowing to watch a bit of stray blood wash away down the drain. It was a mesmerizing sight. However, after he had clothed himself as was studying his reflection in the mirror, his usual grin shifted into a look of panic. Falling back against the wall with a thud, the creature gripped his head and muffled an outcry behind clenched teeth. Once the attack had passed, he stood, black-lined golden eyes holding a look of terror and worry. "He has finally gotten strong enough," he spoke to his reflection, giving a defeated sigh. Steeling himself, he stepped back out of the bathroom and headed toward the muffled voices of May and Sheena, behind a closed door.


Rapping on the door lightly, he waited for silence and spoke quickly, quietly. "I do not mean to interrupt, but I need to speak with someone quickly." There was an urgency in his raspy voice, one that had not been heard before. This was something new to even he. Never had a Host began to fight back and try to gain control again. Could it have been the Lycanthropy? Only time would tell...
 
Kira was sleeping outside before a slight cool breaze wakes her. She looked up at the sky and then sits up rubbing her eye. She walks back inside. Everything was sore and hard to move. She stops for a minute and then keeps moving trying to see if anyone was up.
 
Sheena had been embarrassed by just how much she had felt an actual need for May's hug, but accepted it and returned it fiercely, grateful that the other girl did not seem, still, to be behaving any differently towards her after the aborted kiss. Her own eyes are wet as she nods in reply to May's suggestion to sleep, not just because of her story, but in awe that anyone would care and empathize to the degree that May seemed to. She nodded in reply to her words, joining her under the covers, though careful to keep a space between, just in case.


"Good night," she whispers, but though she is so tired she can feel it in her bones, she takes a considerable amount of time to fall asleep. She just can't slow down her thoughts enough to relax entirely.


She is still lying in bed, eyes tightly shut, trying to shut out the dark thoughts in her mind, to slow down her heartbeat, when Grin's knock sounds on the door. Sheena gasps, sitting up hurriedly and instinctively grabbing May's hand before she hears and recognizes Grin's voice. She hesitates, then glances over at May before saying, "Uh, come in...what's going on, what's wrong?"


***


ooc: TAKING PLACE IN THE VERY LATE MORNING, WHEREAS THE SHEENA/GRIN/MAY CONVERSATION IS TAKING PLACE THE NIGHT BEFORE. No need to comment at anything to do with Caroline except for Legendless, of course. Others, feel free to have your characters interacting in the morning if you wish.


It has taken Caroline most of the early morning to walk as far as she has, and still it seems that she has a considerable distance to go before she will reach the place where Jenny, the special woman, claims that Rhys, the thief boy, is. She has not eaten in nearly 24 hours and finds herself walking more and more slowly, her thirst and fatigue making it difficult to stay awake, let alone walk. Eventually she mumbles to Jenny with some shame, "Jenny....I'm...really tired....how much further is it?"
 
The Witch scowled for a second but then her face went back to normal. She hated being with humans. So fragile. So weak. Especially the young ones. But if she was going to do this she needed the small child.


"We can rest for a bit if you want. Is there anything that you need?" Humans always needed something.


----


Rhys did not agree that it was the worst feeling. He had been alone on the streets and he was fine. What hurt was being away from home. He needed to go back. He was a bit startled by Devin's words though.


"Thank you."
 
Caroline nods gratefully, going so far as to sit down in the middle of the sidewalk. As this is only her third day so far on the streets, she has not yet learned how to blend in and appear inconspicuous, and it does not occur to her that a 13-year-old girl, who looks even younger than her age, who should be in school at this hour, would draw considerable attention by such an act.


"Yeah...I'm....I'm sorry...can we...can we go get some food? And some water...I have some money."


She has the $125 dollars she took from the Brinkermans' wallet, and to her, that seems more than enough to get her where she wants to go. Even if it is across the entire state.
 
May also has not managed to fall asleep just yet, being in her parents' bed was a bit of a hard feeling to get used to, especially when all the memories surrounding her, threatening to suffocate her in her sleep. She tried to focus on the good ones, of her and her Mother laying in bed together, sometimes reading a book, sometimes watching a film, sometimes even just talking. But occasionally a sneaky memory of the monster she had to call 'Father' would barge past all the good memories and swamp her mind, making her want to just get up and run, run out of the room, out of the house, out of this world. But she still stayed, she still pushed away each bad one, until Hood's knock made her jump out of the memories, she instinctivly squeezed Sheena's hand back then reliazed it was Hood's voice, she catches Sheena's glance and gets out of the bed, walking over to the door and opening it, showing she agreed with Sheena to tell Hood to come in. "What's wrong?" She frowns lightly at him, her voice concerned.
 
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