Don't Run

A Game?

The Tiger was in ripped jeans and a distressed light denim jacket. Sleeveless and covered with rock band patches. He looked pissed. His gait was powerful and confident. As he walked, he seemed focused on his task, and the crowd scurried around him, the passersby staying a yard away from him at all times.

She saw him dip into an alley way and meet a group of people. Their silhouettes shifting in the shadows of the tall brick walls.

Quickly the Rabbit hopped onto a closer building, her feet lightly tapping down. Then she squatted close to the ledge to listen in.

"You got it?" The Tiger asked rather impolitely, he seemed in a hurry and impatient. She heard feet shuffle. About three other guys.

"Yeah, chill out dude." They said and handed something over, the one who spoke sounded nervous. Damien was silent for a minute and then chuckled.

"Thanks. I'll find you again next time too." He said approvingly. And she heard the small sighs of relief the guys made as they walked away.

Alona drew closer to Damien. Peeking out just above him in the alley.

He was holding a mint box.

It was open and she strained to see inside. It looked like folded up wax paper and a couple of pills. She squinted and noticed small paper squares of acid.

Oh wow.

Alona had tripped once before. Naira had nervously brought it up one visit and the Witch had been curious; It was an incredibly wonderful experience.

It actually didn't even matter what Alona took. She could use magic to clear her head at any moment. It was rather convenient. Same with poison and stunning flashes or bangs. Her body didn't play around when it came to survival. And she was a Witch that had focused all her study of magic on fighting and mobility.

He closed the tin and shoved it in his pocket, walking out of the alley and into the crowd again. She scaled the buildings, tailing after him. The Dangerous man eventually started making his way back toward the college, stopping at a convenience store. It was too tempting to pass up.

Alona jumped to the ground and went in. Cloak pulled down as she fiddled with the ice cream box. Picking out an orange Creamsicle.

She felt his eyes through the products on the shelves. Her hands tingled with anticipation. She had to hold her wrist to calm them.

Being in such a tiny store, he'd definitely smelled her unique scent.

When she went to the counter, The Tiger was right behind her. But she looked like the usual. Dumb and naive.

The metal doors chimed as she left and after a moment, they chimed again as he began stalking her, shoving whatever he just bought in his pockets and tossing the plastic bag in a rubbish bin.

She unwrapped the ice cream, steadily walking down the sidewalk. Slowly enjoying its creamy flavor as she made her way, past a wooden fence that abruptly ended. She could hear heavy footsteps just around the corner.

Surprisingly, it was Brutus walking up the other side. She hadn't been expecting him, but she loved this brewing situation she found herself in. That huge man smiled when he saw a wisp of her white hair peeking out of the hood. Immediately recognizing her short stature. The excitement consuming him for a moment. He rushed forward while she looked on ahead, absent mindedly enjoying her treat, before he Invaded her personal space quickly and backed her into the fence corner, her hood slipping down as his head bowed, getting in really close to that delicate face, leaning down over her dauntingly. His hand on the other side of the fence as a blockade. Her reaction made him tingle all over.