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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:26 am
Hearing the exclaimation then laughter set Awen on edge. This didn't sound like it was very good. But it was Lauren. Looking around Awen turned and started towards the sound. "Lauren? That you...?"
She moved forward through the bushes into that little grove that Lauren was in. She looked at the arrows then to the cuts and dried blood. She frowned slightly. "Are you okay..?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:31 am
Lauren looked up at the voice, a feral look in her eyes. She didn't really recognise who it was at first, Awen had changed so much. A memory clicked here or there but she pushed it back as she lifted her knife weakly in defense.
"Who... who ******** are you?" She responded stumbling over her words. Lauren had saw her, she couldn't be Awen. Must be some form of look a like she thought to herself. Probably someone sent by the same people that got Moreau here to get her. She stayed on guard.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:38 am
Awen was surprised and alittle hurt at Lauren's words. Why did she have to...oh. Awen looked at her hands and flexed them slightly, watching the webs flex and bend. She did look different. Looking back up to Lauren she realised that can't be an excuse. She was still Awen, wearing her own clothes and look blue hair. Even Timothy recognised her...
"Lauren, it's me Awen. I know I cahnged but come on not that badly...." She gave her friend a smile. "Come on now lets head back to camp okay?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:44 am
Lauren lowered her knife a bit confused. Memories came back to her, flushing into her mind. She remembered Moreau, remembered hugging him after her first change.
She shook her head confused. "He's... dead. You can't change. None of us CAN change. How?!" She got up dropping her unfinished bow reaching out to touch Awen's head prongs then pulling back.
Lauren was a mess, her hair was basically just a matte of rats on her head. She smelled of blood, sweat and an odd body odor somewhere in between human and animal. Her face was covered in dirt as was her body. All of this yet she looked as if she had accepted it as her fate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:51 am
Awen winced a little at her questions. Especially when she pulled her hand away so quickly. She didn't know, she was confused and frieghtened about how or why she was continuing to change.
Taking a good look at Lauren she knew Lauren wasn't really in the best situation either. "Lauren listen. I don't know how I am changing I don't know why. We don't know that Moreau is dead as you well know." She gestured back the way to camp. "Now come on. Let's get back to camp you shouldn't be going off alone and staying there. We can get you some food and wash you up."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:03 am
"You don't know...." Her voice was fadeing. "How... how could you NOT know!" A bit of anger in that, as much as she could muster being so weak.
She was huffing, holding her knife up to Awen. "Yeah... food. You're not really Awen are you?" Her grip on the knife was weak and part of her was screaming in her mind to just give up and give in. Her slighly pointed canines were revealed in a smile. "Who sent you?! YOU KILLED HIM DIDN'T you!!" She nearly screamed in her face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:10 am
Awen saw the flash of knife as it was raised. She took a small step back and help up her hands trying to show Lauren that she didn't mean any harm. Her heart was racing wondering what to do about this. Keep her calm, keep her talking... She'll have to think of something else.
"Lauren... I changed without the injection. Moreau always said the serums were experimental. Maybe my body is just reacting to it and keeps shifting with the small amount. I don't know why or how I'm still changing. Without Moreau around I can't ask him."
Her tone was soft and gentle always. Trearing Lauren with the utmost care she didn't want anything to go wrong. "I would never kill Moreau, Lauren. Yes I do get bitter and angry about him sometimes. But we talked about this when we met, remember? Moreau has helped a lot of people, even if they're not willing to admit it. We need Moreau. Look at how we're doing without him! Lauren listen you need food. We have some boar left or I can snag you a fish or something... Please."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:21 am
Lauren saw fear in Awen's eyes. Noteing that she wasn't in danger at least right now she put her knife back down. "It's... it's impossible to CHANGE without an injection." She remembered back in her studies.
The careing words of Awen soothed the beast rageing within Lauren a bit. But still she had to keep the wall up, the wall was blocking the tears and the pain. She didn't want to feel the pain. She didn't want to realise the possible truth that Moreau was indeed alive and torturing her, torturing her and all of those she had grown to love.
"Awen?" She looked at her with more of a question in her eyes then a realisation. "You... are Awen? But but but you can't be Awen... Can you? We can't change...." She nodded a bit, holding her own self within a hug. "I NEED Moreau." A tear or two ran down her face. "He's... he's dead."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:30 am
Awen for the first time say the younger girl standing before her. Always Awen had looked up to the girl. She had rarely remembered how old Lauren actually was. The fact that Lauren had been taller, stronger, tougher... it all gave Awen the illusion the girl was older than her. But now she sees Lauren as the younger girl she is.
She stepped forward slowly. She cautiously wrapped her arms around Lauren, seeing the knife down. "He's not dead Lauren." At least...Awen hopped not. "I changed because my body had an unusual system that Moreau might not have suspected." She was going to stick with that until she could find Moreau for herself.
She pulled Lauren away only enough to look into her eyes. She had a caring feel to hers something confident in these 'truths'. "Moreau is probably locked in the main facility." She nodded a little bit. "He is working hard trying to get power returned to the island, but he can't get out of the building because he is trapped inside. He has not abandoned us, he has not died." She hoped these words were comforting, it was after all one of the things Awen was thinking may have happened to him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:39 am
Lauren cringed a bit, dead at the care in the touch, not wanting to open up enough to allow all the tears. She laughed a bit, but then some more came out and she laughed again. "Not dead... But HOW!" She looked, Awen had indeed changed somehow she had to be injected. "You WERE injected. Someone did it. The person that killed Moreau... he yeah HE did it." She could not let Moreau being alive get into her brain.
"Trapped? Trapped and trying to get out?" That seemed unlikely. "NO!! He can't be trapped he... he knows EVERYTHING about this island up to every last detail. Not not trapped." Then she jolted a bit. "OH GOD! He's trapped AWEN we must SAVE him."
She held her knife a feral look still in her eyes. "Awen... If someone is responsible for this I WILL kill them" Her sanity was starting to go back, all be it slowly. Lauren seemed to be hanging onto it by a frail string.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:51 am
Seeing Lauren wasn't responding so well to her gentle compassion she let her arms drop and stepped away. A stern look was on her features. "And how do you expect to do that Lauren?" She paused briefly to let the question sink in.
"With you being so weak and pathetic?" She gestured at her ever thining form. "You haven't eaten since last I saw you at least I can tell!" Pointing to her knife hand accusing. "You can barely hold that knife steady, how do you expect to use it to avenge Moreau?"
Putting her hands on her hips she bore into Lauren. Though she was shorter than the girl in this moment Awen was truly towering. She had never felt such confidence before, she would never have stood up to someone with a knife. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You need your strength. You need food to keep your strength, and good rest to think clearly. I don't have all the answers Lauren, no one does right now. But if you just calm down then I promise I will do everything I can to help find out. I will help you avenge Moreau. But until we figure out just who did this we have to stay calm and save our strength. If you die out in the jungle widdling arrows and not eating who are you helping? Your enemy, because that's one less person he has to fear. Now please....let's stop this."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:02 pm
Lauren hissed weakly but knew Awen was right. "Food..." Her belly growled way more ferociously then that hiss. Lauren picked up her arrows and walked by Awen's side.
Nothing really made sense at the momment but if anything she could kill her if Awen tried to kill Lauren. If it was an abush, death would prove a sweet release to the torture the poor girls mind was inflicting upon her. "You sound like someone from a ******** rpg." A joke came from Lauren's lips. Was a strange thing to say something so normal, something that made sense. Yeah, she would say something like that normally now wouldn't she?
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:09 pm
She chuckled softly and she turned and started heading back the way to camp. "Yeah I know, this whole thing is outrageous enoguh to be an rpg too." She mused with that idea now that Lauren had brought it up. She could just see herself and the other islanders apart of some video game. Someone sitting infront of the TV controller in their hand moving them around having them interact. Or maybe something like D&D, people decribing things around hte table with little figurines and dice and everything.
She shook her head a bit. Naw. Not enough monster battles.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:16 pm
Lauren walked slowly as she was low on strength. Three days without food to someone else wouldn't be so bad but three days without food to Lauren was horrific considering her lean frame and high metabolism.
She tried to make small talk, and perhaps the small talk would help her decide if Awen was still Awen or some form of Awen imposter. IF she was, she was a nice imposter, very nice so maybe Lauren didn't need to be on edge about her. Or maybe that's just what Awen imposter wanted Lauren to think so she grew more trusting towards 'Awen' and then she could kill her like she killed Moreau.
God all this thinking made her head spin. But what if this was really Awen and Lauren had just been aweful to her. Would she still be part of her family, would she still be a friend? Probably not, Lauren didn't deserve anyone or any friends.
"So.. ur you still afraid of water?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:24 pm
She concidered a moment how to answer, but decided the truth was much better. "Not...really no." She glanced over to Lauren with a small smile. "Something about it still doesn't sit well in my stomach... but I'm not afraid like I used to be." She tapped her neck slightly, being careful of the gills. "I can breathe underwater now, so I don't have to fear drowning. And...I don't have to fear anything there. I don't know how or why but the creatures don't scare me. I feel...a peaceful dominance over the area, but nothing territorial."
She was stepping carefully, her large webbed feet making walking a little awkward, but she was getting used to it. Moreau really never lied to her. And honestly, despite circumstances, she felt great. She owed a great deal to that man. She jsut hopped he was alive to thank him.
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