Forest Fire

6

Forest was back in restraints, but much smaller ones, and was lead behind the white haired boy through some kind of tunnel.

She supposed this was the way out.

As she walked behind them, her hands tied with metal cuffs, Forest got a better look at his frame. Specifically, the muscles that traveled down him arms.
He wasn't incredibly tall, but still much bigger than she was.

Forest stood at about five-foot-three, and she could guess that he was around five-foot-nine or ten.

As the group neared the exit of the dark tunnel, the white haired boy pulled out his board from the holder attached to his back, and dropped it, stepping onto it with ease.

The others did the same.

He turned back and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the side of his board. Forest took a deep breath as he lifted her on the space in front of him without even glancing down.

She felt a bit unsteady, but wasn't near falling off or anything of the sort. Just as Forest thought she had finally mastered the art of standing on the slow moving board, they came to the end of the tunnel. A gasp almost escaped her mouth.

Ahead of her was nothing but air, and craning her neck to look down, Forest could see that the water below them was much farther than she'd thought. If the girl fell, there was definitely no surviving. Even if it was just water, the impact would be too much to withstand.

"What's wrong? Scared?" One of the men beside her taunted.

Forest didn't reply, but kept on staring straight ahead.

"Might wanna hold onto her." The only women of the group suggested, crossing her arms.

Forest felt the arm of the white haired boy reaching for her as they neared the edge, but scooted to the edge of the board, refusing it.

The boy scoffed, before abruptly nose diving downwards.

Forest held in a scream and gripped his arm tightly. None of the others seemed to be having any trouble at all. It was as if they did it everyday...and they probably did.

Noticing, the white haired boy slowed down a bit, steadying the board and continuing forwards without accelerating. He let himself smirk beneath the mask as he watched Forest awkwardly push away from him.

The girl admired the city as they glided through, noticing once again how much darker it was compared to Piltover.

"Why are you moving so slow?" One of the men turned.

The white haired boy didn't reply.

"Someone's got a soft spot." The women chuckled...the disguise masking her true voice as it did everyone else's.

"Shhh." The white haired boy came to a stop.

Forest turned slightly to look up at him, but he was staring straight ahead, completely focused.

The group had come to a halt in front of some kind of establishment. To Forest, it looked like abandoned building...but so did most of the places in Zaun. The only telling factor about this one was the silence.
Not one person could be spotted within a mile radius. The only sound to be heard was the blow of the wind on the rotting wood boards that made up the property.