Street Kids

Rhys looked back over at Devin. He decided in that moment not to care what the others thought of Devin. He liked him. So few of the people he met could understand what it was like being torn from a home so suddenly. He could remember sitting down by the water when he first was here, wondering what his family was thinking.


He reached out for a moment, almost as if he might touch Devin, but his hand dropped and he nodded. "I guess we have that in common. But hopefully things will get better." Rhys looked around and smiled again.


"The lake is right over there," Rhys said, as they were coming to it. But he stopped for a moment and turned, looking around as a creeping feeling started up. He saw no one, but now he was on edge. Something was wrong.
 
Jason ran back down the driveway, jumping over the weeds in the cracks as the screen door slammed behind him. Seeing that they had already started off, he thought with mock cheerfulness, You're very welcome, guys. Skidding to a stop on the sidewalk just as a black car passed by, he turned to catch up to the others; "Hey, wait up!" he called, reaching the group before they could get far.


He was a little put-off that he had been ignored, but quickly banished the thought. Being ignored had been a good thing in the streets. Besides, he would have to be all sorts of dense to judge the group that had gathered there; after going through, well, the unspeakable horrors and despair they'd all seem to have experienced, a lapse in etiquette was... Trivial.


Jason wasn't sure when unspeakable horrors and despair had started being in his thoughts.


After a second, he frowned and lifted his right foot, balancing on one leg as he pulled off a battered sneaker. He shook it upside-down, unlodging an intrusive pebble, before donning the shoe and running once more to catch up with the group.


Devin and Rhys were walking by each other, conversing. Kira, though, was walking alone with Logan. Jason met her look when she glanced at him. Why was she staring at the floor? Arms crossed and sighing?


He fell into step beside the shifter. After debating for half a second about what to do, he said, "Hey," in a conversational tone.
 
Now in control again, Sheena nods as May whispers to her, her eyes narrowed as the girl on the motorcycle walks past them. Automatically her hand touches her left hip pocket, where she has concealed one of the few switchblades she hasn't lost while in the midst of wolfing out. She continues to stare towards where the girl has disappeared, wondering if Hood has encountered her. Is it possible she's there for Hood? But then why did she smile at her? Sheena is sure she's never seen the girl before, and if May doesn't recognize her...and Caroline too looks blank.


Caroline...the girl is still biting her lip, looking up at Sheena and May only in brief darting glances, increasingly nervous as she watches the older girls huddling close, whispering. Are they plotting something against her? Will they believe her, about Rhys?


When May tells her to stay near, Caroline is startled that she still sounds protective towards her. Maybe they do believe her...maybe they'll even help. She just hopes Jenny isn't mad.


"Are there people after you too?" she says curiously. "Why?"
 
May is still watching the station in which the girl has entered before Caroline speaks up, her words startling her. She glances to Caroline, her eyes slightly widened. Being outright asked is just unnerving. Should she lie? Should she tell the truth? She decided to go with her morals. "I don't really know to be honest." She glances back to the station then Caroline once more, "There was this one man. He owns a um..." She doesn't want to out loud say it, so she trails off before trying to find the right words. "He's a pimp. Not the kind that kids seem to think is cool." She hated that. Seeing kids laugh about 'being a pimp'. They didn't know the meaning of the word. "But he COULD be looking for me. He might not though...." May glanced back to the station. It couldn't be Calius? He hadn't come for her when she was in Jail, so why would he try now? After two years.


Devin nodded at Rhys's words. "Yeah, hopefully." He muttered, annoyingly getting an instant image of May forgiving him. He wished she would tell him why she hated him with such a passion. Then maybe he'd know how to fix it. Then Rhys stopped and turned to look behind him, Devin also stopped with a frown. No-one was there. He walked to stand beside Rhys again, "Hey, you alright?" He asked, glancing to Rhys then where he was standing.
 
Sheena's head swivels to Caroline fast, and she half stares, half glares at her for her outspoken question. She isn't about to tell this girl anything personal about herself, not when Caroline is obviously keeping back a lot herself. What is with her talking about Rhys, knowing he stole something, or whatever she was talking about? What else wasn't she saying? She wasn't doing much talking, but she had questions?


Sheena wasn't telling her anything about herself, not when she had barely told even May the extent of her past. She is surprised when May tells Caroline a little, but then, that's May...in Sheena's mind, May has much less to be ashamed of then Sheena does.


But it is Caroline, not May, who really surprises her. Because the girl blinks at May, giving a slight frown, and asks with seeming sincerity, "What's a pimp?"


Sheena's jaw drops. Is this kid for real? How the hell could any kid, even a normal kid from a happy family, not know what that was by age 13?! Was she actually ten?!


But the girl looks like she is honestly clueless, and Sheena looks at May, having no intention of being the one to explain anything the girl can't figure out on her own.


Shit, maybe they'd BETTER be looking out for her.
 
May is silent for a few moments. Frowning lightly at Caroline. She didn't know whether to be shocked or happy, perhaps both. Shocked that the girl didn't know what a pimp was at age 13, or glad that she didn't belong to a pimp at age 13 like May did. "Uh.." She lets out a small sigh, having a good guess what Caroline's next question might be once she explains to her what a pimp is. "A pimp is a man who controls prostitutes and arranges clients for them." She paused, not meeting Caroline's eyes slightly uncomfortably, "He usually takes something in return like some or all of the money earnt and sometimes, even, uses the girls himself." She wished that Caroline wouldn't ask what a prostitute was. If she did, she was going to have to hear it from Sheena. May was scared of breaking down if Caroline was to get her to explain what a prostitute was.
 
But May's wish is not so lucky. Caroline continues to frown at her, mystified. Her five years of living with Lewis, from age eight to thirteen, had provided her little education, whether academic or simply of the ways of the world, which Lewis himself had not explicitly orchestrated himself for her to know. Her lessons had consisted of whatever readings or poetry Lewis himself improved, and despite his own deviance, he had taken care to shield Caroline from any knowledge of the seedier aspects of life...knowledge that might make her question her own rather wrong lifestyle with Lewis.


Caroline tries to puzzle out for herself what a prostitute might be, but all she can think of for why someone might have "clients" is if they are a lawyer. And surely girls wouldn't be lawyers, right?


"What's a prostitute?" she asks, as May had feared, and Sheena shakes her head slightly, still disbelieving. Okay, so she knew the girl had been living on the run with her dad and everything...but did she never listen to the radio, read the paper, watch TV? Did she ever spend any time at all around anyone but her dad before now?


Actually, Sheena's thoughts of Caroline were almost entirely true.
 
May stares at Caroline once more before quickly looking away. Now she was a bit shocked, and fearful of explaining. She leant her head back, could she do it? She had to. She couldn't just say 'Nevermind' and expect Caroline to take that as an answer. "A prostitute." She pauses, taking a breath, it is clearly hard for her to even speak the words right now, and she keeps her eyes closed as she faces the car roof. "Is a girl who sells her body to men." She speaks quickly after that, "Most usually are in a bad situation. They usually don't chose to do it as a hobby or anything." She opens her eyes, but still looks up, "By selling their bodies I mean giving sex to men for money. Or doing other sexual activites." If Caroline asked her what sex was, she was NOT going to respond. She would not be having the 'birds and bees's talk with Caroline. May still doesn't meet either of the two girl's eyes, looking straight up as if the car ceiling is the most interesting thing in the world.
 
Beside May Sheena's body is very tense again, and she bores holes into the floorboard of the car with her eyes, refusing to look up at Caroline and her wide-eyed curious little girl sort of face, a face Sheena cannot remember ever having had, much less in relationship to anything having to do with sex or what some girls have to do in the name of it. She can tell by May's very carefully chosen words and her very controlled tone that May too is very, very uncomfortable, even upset.


She's not about to add to Caroline's education, nor is she about to explain that she could tell her quite a lot more about prostitutes than May had just described. She just opens and closes her hands in her lap, now concentrating on praying Caroline will drop it, or that Hood will come back. One thing about it, she's pretty well distracted from the motorcycle girl.


Caroline frowns lightly as she digests May's explanation, piecing it together in her mind. It sounds strange and horrific to her...is this what her father had talked about, how bad men are to girls, how untrustworthy? Did they want THAT...to...make her sell herself for money? No wonder her father had kept her away from everyone...no wonder he hadn't wanted her to talk to anyone or even see them.


Still...May didn't have to TAKE the money, did she? Was SHE one of those girls who did that...a prostitute?


The thought shocks Caroline, and she doesn't think of how her reaction might go over as she opens her eyes wide, sitting up very straight as she stares at May, her voice stricken.


"YOU are a prostitute? You do that for money? But...you'll get pregnant. Or sick. My dad used to say that I should never, ever have sex, it would hurt and you'll get sick or pregnant once you're old enough to have your period. He said it was wrong. You do that to get money? Why don't you just steal or something? Why would you even want to do that?"


Sheena didn't wait to see May's reaction at this. It was not of her own defense, though Caroline is unknowingly including Sheena in her judgment as well, but in May's, at the thought that May might be upset or ashamed by this little CHILD who knows NOTHING, that she snaps, bolting up and glaring Caroline straight into the face. She barely keeps herself from wolfing out with the sudden rage that courses through her.


"You don't know about any of this, so shut your damn mouth, Caroline," she almost yells, restraining herself from slapping the girl across her face. "You don't know ANYTHING. You don't know what it's like to be under total control, you don't know what it's like to be sick or starving or knowing you'll get hurt or killed, you don't know what it's like to have some fat smelly disgusting SICK man telling you what to do and you have to do it or else you or someone else is gonna get hurt. The only loss of control you know about is what your daddy did to you, whatever the hell that was, so just shut up, you don't know anything about us- I mean- May."


She sees the girl recoil like she's been slapped, the hurt stark in her eyes, and deliberately turns her face away, not wanting to see or feel bad. the girl deserves it.
 
As the SUV shoots by, Hood feels no relief. The woman on the motorcycle speeding past them, flashing lights and pulling in? It all seemed so... scripted. So very professional. When she gives a sickeningly sweet smile as well, Hood gives a light nod, waiting for her to go into the station and then following behind her, a bit of unseen black flickering in the eyes of his human form.


Glad that the station is pretty devoid of life, the creature closes in on the female and taps her on the shoulder plainly, not wanting to raise any flags just yet. Truthfully, he was furious, but if this could be settled with words it would be all for the better. "Excuse me, but I have a question or two for you, ma'am," he spoke, a false smile twisting onto his face. In one part of his mind, he hoped this would all go smoothly; but the other side of him yearned for violence, hoped the woman would react to his words and attack. It was such a joy to see panic in the eyes of another as he showed them exactly what made him unique.


(A quick note: not to be petty or anything, but Hood's current form is anything but a 'kid', especially compared to the rest of the group. An example.)
 
*Miyako being well aware of the man's presence behind her stays calm even after he taps her on the shoulder, she calmly turns around and smiles, her body language perfectly devoid of tells to give away exactly what's she's capable of especially in close range, in a split second she's already figured out every option she has even combat but like Vince and Kendra her orders were to only shadow the group not to engage, when it comes down to it she's more afraid of what Christian would do to her more then any of being on the planet even her being his current favorite wouldn't spare her the pain he could inflict on her...Besides she's a professional she knows how to play the innocent tourist very well, so she takes the control of the situation and tries to throw the man off guard. In a very thick Korean accent she speaks.*


Miyako: Excuse me do you know how to get to Yonkers, New York, I swear I'm so lost and I tried to ask some people on the road in this SUV but they wouldn't answer me and I know they saw me I flashed my lights and everything at them. I'm going to get fired if I don't get there by morning and make a sale, I'm so down on this month's quota, I'm going to have to borrow my rent from my parents..Oh wait I'm sorry did you want to ask me something I have a habit of just babble when I'm confused.
 
May sits silently, not letting on how each of Caroline's words sting. He said it was wrong. Her vision - which was still on the car roof - is slowly blurring now, biting her lip to hold back from either shouting in anger or bursting into tears. Why would you even want to do that? She listened silently, still unmoving as Sheena snapped at Caroline furiously, May can tell by most of Sheena's words that she is also talking about herself, and this helps her to piece together more of Sheena's past - which she knew alot of anyway. May's eyes are still on the car roof as the vehicle falls silent, not having seen Caroline's hurt reaction. She sucks in a shaky breath before dropping her gaze out of the window, her vision slowly unblurring. She waits for quite a few moments before speaking in a light, breakable voice, "I didn't ever want to. And it is wrong." She easily answers those two phrases still stuck in her head before carrying on, her voice wobbling every now and then, showing how painful talking about this was for her. "I didn't have a choice. My Fa---" She stops adruptly to take another shaky breath, looking down at her clenched fists which lay upon her lap, "My Father was a bast**d, and he sold me to Cal--to this pimp. So that I belonged to him. I tried running away a few times, but I always got caught. They were too smart and too strong." The car fell silent for another minute before she shook her head lightly, opened the car door and got out, shutting it lightly behind her and simply resting on it, leaning her head against the car to just breathe. She knew Hood had said to stay in the car, but it wasn't like she was going anywhere, she was literally leant up against it.
 
Sheena listens with her fists still clinched in her lap as May tries to explain to Caroline, hearing the cracking of her voice, feeling her shoulder brush her own occasionally, and knows she's shaking. The more May says, the more she feels she needs to explain herself to this little girl who will never, ever understand, the more angry Sheena is becoming...but part of her anger is not at Caroline, so much as herself. Because when it comes down to it, a part of her feels that Caroline is right.


Sheena did not have to do the things she had done. No one had forced her to do any of it...it had been her choice. She had needed money, yes, she had needed food, and sometimes, she had just needed to feel like she had control, that her experience in juvie had not scarred her as badly as it had. But no one had forced her, generally...when it came down to it, her decision in how to make money, before she grew into her Lycan abilities, had been her own. She had felt she had little choice...but still, it had been a choice.


And deep down she felt exactly as Caroline was accusing her of...wrong, dirty, sick. And she hated that about herself...she hated that even now, as angry as she was with the younger girl, she was angry at herself too. Because part of her wanted to cry with the partial truth to her words.


When May got out of the car, Sheena looked up with concern for her, then turned back to the now silent Caroline, glaring at her, looking her straight in the eye.


"I'm gonna give you one more warning here," she said, leaning forward and lowering her voice so only Caroline, not May, would hear. "Don't you ever say anything to make May feel bad about herself like this again. And don't you EVER make her cry. You might be a kid who doesn't have a clue, but I will make sure you are sorry for that."


Slipping out now, leaving a fairly intimidated and regretful, if still confused, Caroline frozen in the front seat, Sheena comes around the other side of the car to stand beside May, pausing, then slips her arm around her shoulders.


"She's just a kid," she offers quietly. "She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about."
 
The kind smile never leaving his face, the creature speaks again. His voice is low, but cold and serious with a hint of venom behind it. "I really do not mean to act rude, but I urge you to drop the 'show' as it is not going to work. All of this is so very perfect, so rehearsed," he said defiantly, smile twisting into a small grin. "So, my questions to you: who are you, who are the people following us, and WHY?"


The question hung in the air for a moment in silence, as if Hood was letting it sink in, letting it sit with the other before her answer was delivered. In an afterthought, he spoke again. "I would hate to seem as if I'm trying to 'strong-arm' you in any way, but if we are continually followed, I may have to start delivering great bodily harm to people. And, between the two of us, I am having a very difficult time trying to talk myself out of such an impulse."
 
*She fowns at him backing away* Well I've always heard New Yorkers were rude but I never wanted to believe it, I just wanted directions but I guess I'll just ask someone with some manners. *between the cameras and her orders she can't afford for this to go violent.* Now please excuse me I'll be on my way unless you're....Oh wait you not one of those roadside rapist are you? YOU'RE NOT GONNA RAPE AND MURDER ME ARE YOU! *Making sure to say it loud enough that the few people that are around can hear her. The woman cashier looking directly at them now.* please i'm begging you spare me I don't want to be raped and chopped into pieces like your last 4 victims I'm sorry if I look like your dead mother please spare me PLEASE!


{she can't fight she'll be killed if she blows her cover and transforms lol}
 
Rhys shrugged not sure what to say. He thought maybe he was just tired or something when he felt it. A sudden tug appeared and Rhys went wide eyed before she appeared in front of him.


"No!"


Rhys stumbled backwards as the Witch advanced. Water seemed to rise up to join her and she slashed at Rhys. He kept moving backwards, trying to envade her and not get hit. He had some idea of what she could do.


"You think you can take me boy?! Hunt me down and take it back?! I will make you pay, little boy. I will kill you like I should of did all those years ago." Rhys looked at Devin and Kira and Jason, wanting to ask for help, but knowing this was his fight. So instead he called out, "Stay back! I...I can handle this."
 
Kira suddenly pulled a hand gun from under her clothes and then fired a warning shoot past the witches head. "Back!" She yelled and then Logan growled at the witch. She held her side and then ran up to Rhys "Careful!" She yelled and then got in front of him holding her gun. She glared intencly at the women almost afraid of her water powers. She watched Logan carefully and then a few large birds gathered above. Kira looked at everyone. She wasn't going to lose them....she would protect them....even devin...as much as she disliked him she would protect him.
 
May jumps slightly when Sheena comes over and puts an arm around her, speaking gently. She feels herself still shaking, and mentally scolds herself for being so weak, for being so....Siran. But right now, she feels like Siran. Without really thinking much about it, May lets her head lean on Sheena's shoulder, looking down at the floor blankly. "I'm fine." She mutters in a small voice, proving that she is anything but fine. Her vision blurs then clears again, "To an extent. I'm kind of glad that she has no idea what she's talking about." Her voice isn't a whisper, so it is possible that Caroline would be able to hear if she tried, but May's voice is not purposefully loud either, "At her age I knew exactly what I was talking about. I knew more than I ever wanted to know. And I'm glad that she doesn't. It's....It's just hard to talk about it..." She closes her eyes, still leaning her head on Sheena's shoulder, gladly taking the support she is offering. "I'm sorry for depending on you so much." She mutters as a whisper, not used to being able to trust people.


Devin is shocked to say the least when the Witch appears infront of Rhys. He watches as she attacks him and then yells a lot of nonsense about killing Rhys. His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. He took a step forward, now standing beside Kira. "Oh no you don't old lady. You think I'm gonna let you kill the first guy here that's been nice to me?" A wolf growl escaped his lips as his body seemed to look as if it was shifting, his bones moving under his skin as a few snapping sounds were heard - yet he seemed unaffected. "Think again." His blue eyes were glaring at her, his bones still rippling under his flesh as he spoke in a low, rough voice, "You gonna give Rhys back what's his or am I gonna have to shift here and now?"
 
Jason was quite unprepared.


The walk hadn't taken anywhere as long as he expected, but they were still a fair distance from the house. Jason had kicked a rock along with him as he addressed Kira, watching the pebble dance up between Rhys and Devin's feet before it settled on the ground. He'd catch up to the stone, then sent it rolling further.


So he was looking downwards when he noticed that Rhys had stopped. Jason looked up, curious, just as Rhys yelled and backpedalled, nearly hitting the boy; he jerked away just in time to avoid Rhys- and the slash of water that accompanied his retreat. With a shout of his own, Jason stumbled to the side and away from- from whoever the heck had just appeared, watching wide-eyed as the apparition threatened the merman before her. "Stay back!" Rhys called. Jason didn't have to be told twice; but still he wondered how the powerless boy would defend himself.


He suddenly realized- it must be the witch from Rhys' stories! It was a startling thing to see a figure in what seemed a lot like a fairy tale appear right in front of them, on a roadside path nonetheless! It was straight from a fantasy.


Except fantasies didn't try to kill you. Kira's shot rang out and Devin leapt to the defense, disregarding Rhys' command (which of course they would); but Jason only withdrew more, farther into the tall grass by the decrepit road they had been walking down. The cracked pavement stopped in a dead end a ways down from their position, and the lake was visible through the tall grass to the left. Where there wasn't grass, a forest fringed the road and the lakeside. There was nothing for Jason to do.


He looked wildly about. There was no way to go but back towards the house, but Jason was loath to leave the others like this; he stopped and watched the fight from afar.


After a moment, an idea occurred. Get help... But the others were gone. Get a weapon- from where? They'd passed a junkyard, but Jason wasn't going to hit the Witch over the head with a bit of metal. Get a ride? The witch seemed to be able to teleport- no way a car would be of use. He guessed he could, like, run her over.


Jason crouched, as if trying to hide from sight in th knee-high grass.
 
Hood's face recoiled in shock when she cried out, obviously trying to get as much attention onto the two of them as possible. In his mind, he smiled, though; her overzealous reaction proved to him that she was no tourist. Instantly holding his hands up as if falsely accused, the male's face shifted to anger as she continually called him out as a rapist. "Are you insane?!" he spat, glaring daggers at the other. There were no false feelings now, he was truly offended by her words. "Under NO circumstances would I EVER force physical contact of that kind on anyone!"


There were truth in his words, the reason he'd blurted them out. It was one part of humanity that bothered him greatly; a reason he'd hated each and every one of his Hosts. They yearned for physical contact, be it a hug or kiss, or even something as simple as a handshake. The very thought made him shudder violently, the flesh of his human form crawling. "No wonder no one will help you, Miss, jumping to those sorts of ridiculous conclusions!"


With that, the creature turned and stormed to the doors, shoving them open forcefully and making his way to the van. Noticing Sheena and May outside, he frowned and spoke quickly. "We should go. The motorcycle woman is with the one's following us, I'm sure of it. She created a scene inside that I hope will not further slow us down." Once he was finished, he opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat quickly, gripping the wheel with both hands and trying to stifle his poor mood.
 
*Miyako pulls out her phone and calls Christian, just then the cashier walks up to her out of sincere concern, Miyako holds out her hand placing it in the woman's face impatiently*


Miyako: I'm sorry but I think we're blown, she has someone with her he was not what he seemed to be on the outside.


Christian: Oh really? How so tell me what you sensed.


Miyako: I'm not sure he smelled funny, so what should I do?


Christian: Well if they know they know no sense in being subtle about this any longer, I'm about 10 minutes away, I see on this gps thing there is a diner about 10 miles up. Miyako my dear do me a favor and extend an invitation on my behalf.


Miyako: An invitation? What if they don't take it, should I call the others and have them force them there?


Christian: I'm sure that won't be necessary, I'm sure by now they want answers, tell them they'll get them when I arrive.


Miyako: Yes Christian, your will be done. *Miyako runs outside stands in front of the van* WAIT! You want your answers then there is a diner up the road stop there and wait and you'll get your answers! But I have to warn you only one of you are those answers intended for. *Not taking her eyes off of Hood she slowly moves out of the way towards her motorcycle.*
 
Sheena tightens her arm around May, still bothered that she's so upset by Caroline, and still smoldering inside at the younger girl's ignorant comments. Even with these troubled emotions though, she is glad that May is allowing her to comfort her, that she's leaning into her and trusting her like this. A slight warmth settles through Sheena's chest as she hugs May back.


"No apologies...that's what we do, right? We have each others' backs? Help each other out? That's not just like with making sure we don't get a bullet in the head...that's every way. Right?"


She impulsively kisses May's cheek, just at the moment that Hood storms out of the gas station and into the van with obvious rage in his movements. But when he directs them back into the van, explaining that the woman is definitely after them, Sheena jerks apart from her, her eyes widening, fear and anxiety renewing itself inside her, spiking her pulse quickly. She grabs May's hand and pulls her into the van, and does not let go of her as they settle into the car. She still cannot stop herself from thinking rapidly and rather obsessively who it might be, and if it's her in particular they're after...or May. What would she do, if they took May from her?


She won't let it happen...she won't, that's all, she-


When the woman runs out in front of the van and calls to them, Sheena squeezes May's hand to the point of pain, staring at her, but not yet speaking. The woman leaves before she can make the impulsive move that had leapt to the forefront of her mind- namely, jumping out and attacking her- and it's several moments before she can speak.


"What the hell is going on?! A diner, what the...this is..."


Caroline had been watching all of this nearly as alarmed as Sheena, and she too had shrank back against her seat, her nails biting into her upper arms as she hugged herself, more afraid because of the others' reactions than because she knows a reason to be. Her words are rather different in their concern than Sheena.


"If we go to the diner, are we still going to get my dad?"


If looks could kill, Sheena would have murdered her on the spot.
 
(Niv I love Jason and his idea of trying to run over the Witch)


The Witch snarled as Kira and Devin came to Rhys' defense. Rhys himself was stunned. Did he not just tell them to go. At least Jason had the common sense not to get involved, though he was the only human around besides Rhys himself.


"You think they can protect you, little boy?"


Rhys wasn't sure which other powers the Witch might possess, but he didn't want to find out. He opened his mouth to protest when something happened. The urge to go turned into the desire to go towards the Witch.


"Yes Rhys. Come to me and give your life willingly," she cooed at Rhys, who pushed past his friends. He could not stop himself as the Witch's power of pursuation was too strong. He tried to stuggle against it but he couldn't stop himself from walking.
 
Kira grabs Rhys shoulder and then pulls him back. She shoots at the witch's shoulder. "STOP IT!" She yelled and then tried to shift. "Darn it..." She said unable to. She looks at Rhys. She suddenly saw Zack. She swallows. No...not again! She got angry and shifted slightly. Her nails turned to claws and a wolf tail appeared. She growled loudly and then jumped like a tiger at the witch.
 
(Jason is extremely loveable xD )





May too is stunned at Hood's return. But she finds herself putting a gentle hand to her cheek, where Sheena had kissed it. Not thinking much of it in the way of a relationship, but more in a sweet, almost motherly way. Probably because she associates it in her mind with her Mother; her Mother would kiss her cheek when she would put her to bed. Then she is tugged inside the car by Sheena and she falls into the seat, yet she somehow manages to slam the door shut using only her foot as she uses her free hand to steady herself. She winces very lightly as Sheena grips her hand extremely hard, but doesn't pull away. It's like when people go to the dentist, you let them squeeze your hand to help soothe their own pain. May listens silently to the woman, annoyed that she had hurried of before she could ask WHO the one person was. Oh well, she knew that she wasn't going to leave Sheena's side, and if they wanted Caroline, the same rule applies to her. She finds herself squeezing Sheena's hand reassuringly, noticing how Caroline's words had angered her by the death glare Sheena was sending in her direction. Yet May kept calm, "If all goes well Caroline, then yes, we can. But we need to make sure none of us gets killed or taken first." She looks at her, trying to explain what she means in a way Caroline herself may understand, "For instance, there would be no point in helping you get your dad if you yourself were dead. We need to make sure we're all okay before we can get your dad, okay?" Once she has said this to Caroline, she turns to Hood, the voice of reason despite her breakdown only a few moments ago, "Are we going to go to the diner Hood?"


Devin growls as she somehow wills Rhys closer, "Fine. Have it your way witchy." He flicked his wrists and his hands vanished to be replaced with long, sharp wolf claws. His eyes narrowing and swapping to that of furious wolf eyes. He didn't leap at the witch yet though, as Kira had already done so. "So, I'll ask again, hag, you gonna give Rhys back what's his?" He hadn't fully shifted yet, but he was still extremely dangerous in his 'human' form. He had super strength, super speed, super resilience and super senses.
 
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