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Kiyoko stiffled a giggle when hearing his surprised response. After the explanation, she grew worried. I hope the girl doesn't put to much energy into finding us, it could only make the wounds worse. She got her bag and followed the other two out the door and into the cool day. The wind blew through her long blond hair as she went out of the house.

Amelia put a long white finger to her lips in thought. A little smile appeared as she nodded in response to what he had said. She resumed her seat next to him. "Yes, very sad. Perhaps one day we will find ourselves able to help those that are forced to live in such conditions. Perhaps that would be the valient cause that you are waiting for." She put her hand in her lap again and turned to Zack, still smiling. "But for now we have to deal with what we have, and what we have is another rather unfortunate group of individuals. I hope the fighting doesn't get too brutal." She clasped her hands and looked away from Zack, out the window again. Her blue eyes shown with a strange passion: a mix of sadness and hope. She sighed softly, almost inaudibly, and relaxed.

Loud, pattering footsteps sounded in the silence of forsaken land—a crescendo of rapidly continuing noise that seemed deafening in the utter silence. Flashes of long forgotten memories resurfaced behind closed lids, echoing out once suppressed experiences better left buried away. Her breath was still ragged, her heart was pounding... and the memories did nothing to help.

Flash.

A knife coated in blood, shimmering malevolently in the little light that remained, smirking cruelly at her, seeming to whisper to her: “Monster…”

She halted in her tracks, shivering uncontrollably, and resisted the urge to scream... the urge to just run away from it all... to melt into the ground and never come back... to feel anything but this... It was just too much for her to bear…

Flash.

A body limp and cold, eyes wide and unseeing, embraced by the everlasting grasp of eternal slumber… never to awaken again… and that horrible, horrible smell…

She clenched her gloved hands tightly, almost causing herself to bleed, and closed her eyes, trying to calm her now rapidly beating heart. But her attempts were futile. All she could focus on was that erratic thump of life and the rapidly flashing memories. Deep breathes… just take deep, calm breathes…

Flash.

“You know, no one would ever accept you… you’re a true monster… even among other mutants, you’d be shunned. Forever. Just stay here as our specimen. It’s the best for you. Remember: no one would ever accept you…”

Forgetting completely about the taking deep, calm breaths, Enaella threw her head back and screamed. It was a bloodcurdling, desperate scream that ripped from her parted lips and bounced into the emptiness of the forsaken land—an endless reminder of all she had experienced, of all she had seen.

The female shook her head, pawing the ground in a frenzied panic with her boot-clad foot. The scream was ringing horribly in her ears, making her twitch uncomfortably, as it repeated again and again, reminding her of everything, everything, everything—

Attracted by her scream, a figure chose this time to suddenly emerge from behind a nearby rock, poised to kill her. Enaella whirled around, hearing them before they even began moving, and forcefully yanked out a gun, fumbling with it in confusion before pointing it at the figure. As she thought, it was a human… a human who had somehow known she was going to flee while on the reconnaissance mission and had, obviously, somehow managed to follow her despite her inhuman speed. But they were skilled where she was not: in the skill of shooting with guns. And before she knew it, she was whimpering in pain, gasping for air as deep shudders racked through her delicate, petite body—a body that seemed simply too young for her actual twenty-one years—knowing that a bullet had stricken her.

Enaella pulled the trigger for her own gun, blindly shooting in the general direction of the other. Several shots later, they dropped onto the ground, limp and likely dead. But Enaella wasn’t focusing on them anymore; she was focusing on the steady flow of blood now seeping from her arm where the bullet had penetrated the ivory skin, sinking deep into her arm. Now injured, she did the only thing she could do—run.

And so, Enaella was once there… and then she was gone.

Running so swiftly she was practically invisible to the naked eye, Enaella fled from the scene, ignoring the blood that was dripping from her arm. Her long crimson hair fluttered around her in a cascade of wispy locks, as it had long fallen out of its once secure bun, as though seeking to shelter its owner in frames of auburn and to caress her face—a simple gesture of pretend assurance. Sadly, this did nothing to assure her.

Enaella stowed her gun away as best as she could as she ran, wind whipping at her injured, slender body, and just… ran. She didn’t feel she had any sense of direction anymore… she was simply running. There wasn’t anywhere she could be safe at, was there? The female doubted it.

Closing her eyes and using her (human) ears to let her know what was around her so she wouldn’t crash into anything, Enaella felt a pang of sadness as she realized that it was probably unlikely that anyone would accept her. She was a true monster, what with her mutant eagle-rabbit status, even though she lacked the appearance of one. How pathetic.

The auburn-haired female stopped in her tracks, wondering if she should continue running or simply stop and wait for something to come along and kill her. Letting her eyes fall half-lidded, Enaella sighed and raked a slim hand through her hair, pausing to feel the faint breeze that ruffled at her clothes. Her silver-violet orbs drifted to her injured arm, shuddering as another fresh wave of searing pain flooded her nerves.

“Have… to get this… bullet… out…” Enaella gasped breathlessly, clutching her arm as though it would somehow alleviate the pain and wash her worries away. Blindly, she broke into another run, blurring into what seemed like the invisibility of a simple breeze and began to sprint again, draining her already drained energy sources.

Despite the fact she had eagle vision, Enaella didn’t see the refugee camp in the distance as she stopped at a nearby piece of debris, gasping for air. Falling to the ground, legs splayed out at the side and hands pressed against the ground in a battle to support herself, Enaella continued to whimper at the pain in her arm, the smell of her bloodstained clothes, the pain of her aching limbs, the dizziness in her head, and all the horrible memories that seemed to be flooding her mind.

“Was it really… worth… running…?” she whimpered desperately, fighting back tears. Enaella felt so defenseless now, knowing she was so small and seemingly insignificant, and that she was so exhausted…

((Erm, I take a long time to write my posts, so don't be surprised if they come a little... late? Ehe sweatdrop ))

Her head shot up from the two girls, ears burying against her skull at the high-pitched wail which seemed to block out everything else. And then, she heard the unmistakable sound of guns reporting. Swearing, she ushered the girls towards the camp, her body tensed against a possible attack. It wasn't likely, so close to the encampment, however these days, she was never sure. "Maya, make sure this girl seeks medical attention, and alert Shinsei that there is--was a gunfight approximately forty kilometers away from the camp."

(Uh, sorry people but I may be out for a bit or unable to post for a while due to me getting a job now so my schedule is shot. I'm just letting you all know so there's a reason for my absence...sorry sweatdrop )

"Me? reckless?" she replied inocently. She elegatly flapped her hand, like one of the overworler ladies. "well, i never." she snorted, and turned. "Snakes aren't very tasty." she said. "'specially not diamond pythons near twice as long as their suppoused to be." She turned. "and don't worry, now that i'm done, i can clean myself up." She then turned to the stream to bathe the remaining blood off of her.

iris came back after she had washed in the stream. She basked in the sunlight. "Thanks for taking care of my hands." she said. she sat down, and took out some rations. meat, vegetables, enough for two people. "Would you like some?" she asked.