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"I will rule." _________________________________
The group of teens looked at the petite girl incredulously, their eyes narrowing as she raised an eyebrow, as if challenging them to speak. Aife let out a small scoff, her eyes rolling slightly in annoyance as she ticked her jaw her, her head tilting to the side, all while analyzing the girl. She was tired, and she didn't have time to deal with this girl that was getting in their way.
"Come on," The short haired girl waved for them to follow her, but the group didn't move, instead, they stood, still on guard. The said girl turned around exasperatedly, a small smirk gracing her lips once again, "Unless you wanna stay here with them?" She motioned to their surroundings, referring to the cranks that all had collars around their necks, and the ones that had fallen dead to the floor at Aife's hands.
"I'd rather," Aife sneered, becoming quite protective of her small group of friends. She was about to speak once more, but Newt glanced at the girl, giving her a questioning look.
Aife sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she let go of her katana that was dripping with crimson blood and put it in her holder, "Well, are you gonna help us or not?"
The petite girl smirked as she led the group throughout the abandoned facility, her arms lazily swinging by her side as she did so.
"Come on, keep up," She playfully ordered, casting a glance at the group just In time to see Aife smirk and let out a low chuckle, "Jorge wants to meet you."
The unknown girl led them up a staircase, the group following behind as they stood close by her, "Who's Jorge?" Thomas panted, his voice laced with cautiousness, the stairs having an effect on him, seeing as his chest slightly began heaving.
The petite girl smirked once move as she glanced at Thomas, "You'll see, no ones come out of the scorch in a long time. You've just got him curious." She shrugged innocently. Aife shifted her gaze to Axel, who had his hand on the gun in his belt incase the girl tried anything.
The girl paused for a moment, looking Thomas up and down with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "And me too."
"Oh, well that's just magnificent." Aife mumbled in annoyance, grimacing when she suddenly became aware of the way the blood was beginning to stick to her skin, staffing against itself.
Newt and Frypan, who were walking in the back of the group, glanced behind them to see that grown men were beginning to follow after them, finding their presence humorous. Newt furrowed his eyebrows, his accent prominent in his words, "Im starting to get a bad feeling about this place." He muttered.
"Lets just hear him out, see what he has to say," Thomas assured.
They strode up another staircase, coming in view of a large room that was dimmed with yellow lanterns and old tables that held tons of junk, "Jorge, they're here." The girl informed as she slumped backwards on a brown leather couch. More men entered the room, seemingly patrolling incase anything went wrong.
