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II - S H A M E L E S S!

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TW- BLOOD/MENTIONS OF DEATH/HARSH BEHAVIOR

WC- 1851

--(Y/N) POV---

I lay on the cot as I arouse to the putrid stench of ash. My mind leans towards Techno, burning our breakfast once again. He was never the finest at cooking any form of meat. Especially pig. He had always restricted eating pig meat. I found it very different of him for inhibiting any form of food while recognizing our current position, but if I was going to live with him, I needed to honor his judgments.

The intense feeling of warmth overwhelms my body only moments after waking. My eyes shot open to inspect the small wooden cabin. This was not the silly burnt-down breakfast accident I was hoping for. This was our cabin turning into some burnt French Toast on a sunny Tuesday morning.

Nothing says "Good morning" better than your home burning down to a crisp after a night of nightmares filled with your broiling fear.

I roll out of the cot onto the hard wooden floor with the spike of agony running up from my left leg. Right, a skeleton had shot me. I drag myself on the solid floor, seeking to evade the flames that are about to engulf my body. I wail as a flaming board strikes the back of my hand, barring my exit.

I'm done for.

Or so I thought.

"(Y/N)!" It's that same comforting voice I trust most. Techno.

My voice never makes its way out of my mouth. My throat is dry and filled with the ash of the burning house. The male finds my weak figure and picks me up once again. Saving my helpless body from another near-death experience. The gods just wanted me dead today, huh?

The tall male lifts my body from the wooden floor in a hurry. Fire bursts everywhere, burning down all that comes in its path."Please don't tell me you cooked breakfast again," I cough out, attempting to clear my ash-clogged esophagus.

He runs out of the burning cabin door, speechless. I know Techno is more on the anti-social side, but something tells me this was not your regular kitchen mistake. "Techno, what was it?" I'm more serious now. He gives me a concerned look but snaps his head to face straight ahead of him again. This was plenty of distance from the cabin to keep us safe; any further and we would enter restricted lands. We would be dead for sure.

After five minutes of running, Techno sets me down on the side of an oak tree, glancing from side to side. "Listen, (Y/N)," he starts while taking my chin in his hand to look me in the eye. "There's a village about ten miles west of where we stand. If you walk now, be able to get there before sundown. I'll be there tomorrow morning, but I need you to go alone right now."

"Techno what's-"

"I'll answer your questions later (Y/N), but I need you to listen to me right now," he interrupts while passing me a small bag. "If your leg ever gets bad, this bag has everything you need."

I look down at the bag and throw it over my shoulder. "Trust me," he leans in close, giving me a small hug.

"Always," I nod while looking down at my fiddling fingers. I don't want him to look at my saddened expression.

He places a small metal object in the palm of my hand. It's a compass. "As long as the arrow is pointing west, you should be perfectly fine."

I look up at the male and throw my arms around him, "Thank you, I'll see you soon."

"Right," he sighs. I've never seen Techno like this. He seems worried.

Footsteps now approach from the east of us. "I need you to run, now!" he says, panicked. "Don't turn back for me, don't even think about stopping till you're in a safe spot. Go, now!"