(UNDER EDITING) The Runaways of Westville

7|| Chris.

The safe haven was a beautiful place, surrounded by tall mountains and coated in red wood trees with its own little oasis in the middle. The setting sun barely peaked over the mountains casting shadows and beautiful orange light across the valley, perfectly framing the makeshift houses made of leaves sticks and mud, the countless amounts of kind graffiti that never coated the precious trees, the deep blue water with entrancing ripples, and the two creepy children staring at Micheal.

Wait what? Micheal was currently getting a tour around the rebellion's base perfectly named The Safe Haven, Goblin took the time to explain their goals for the rebellion, it was just a place for those who've been wronged, more specifically children. Goblin was like a father to them all Micheal admired his courage to lead a group of children and teens, after all wouldn't they be more willing to try to revolt against him?

"Oh those two are Timmy and Rebecca, they're our army generals and some of the best shooters we got, also they have access to painballs so don't call them children, they may be children but they do not appreciate being called so," Goblin pointed to the two children staring at Micheal who was, for the record, not unnerved and scared shitless.

"Don't you mean paintballs?" Rowan corrected Goblin slightly though Goblin didn't seem to mind. Micheal was wondering the same thing.

"No I mean painballs, they have access to a kind of paintballs that causes agonizing pain and sometimes paralysis! Ain't that a cool thing we have access to that the rest of the world doesn't have access to because it's cough illegal cough," Goblin verbally said the word cough while talking about these so called 'painballs'. Micheal wondered a little more as the children refocused their staring at Vi who looked like he was about to slap them.

Micheal and the others went back to staring at the scenery as the sunset finally dissolved away into the night sky. The stars were all visible quickly and Micheal found himself looking straight up at the night sky, he for sure looked like an idiot but the sky was too nice to ignore. He felt something brush his back and he turned around quickly ready to fight until he saw Vi holding a hand on his back to soothe him, maybe he was a little bit too on guard for his own good, Vi looked a little sad and they muttered an apology, Micheal tried to stop them but they left to go somewhere. Goblin was still talking to Rowan about Painballs and the rebellion so Micheal was left alone.

He sat by The Gladiator putting a hand on it and quickly pulling away when his hand felt sticky and wet. What he thought was red paint likely wasn't and he ended up wiping his hands on his pant leg smearing the red substance on his orange jumpsuit. Disgusting, really. Micheal wasn't one for fighting and yet he somehow wiggles his way into every fight he could, maybe The Gladiator was telling him that blood was on his hands. He already knew that, he clutched his nacre necklace, he already knew he had someone's blood on his hands but he refused to admit it, he knew deep down it wasn't his fault but he refused to let go. Letting go seemed like a crime, a cruel way to go, finally getting forgotten after seven years to be lost to time.

Micheal was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when someone with abyssal black hair came up from around the corner of the bus. Next to them walked Vi.

"Goblin I found you a thing," The man but not man spoke, likely referring to Vi as a thing, which caused Vi to kick them in the foot.

"Oh Azvameth there you are! I was just going to introduce you to the new members, I was just talking to Rowan, it seems you found Vi and that messy looking boy over there is Micheal, these ones are very particular," Goblin gave short and quick introductions to the trio and Micheal didn't know whether to feel insulted or not, to someone called Azvameth, Azvameth shot back a snarky remark, one which Goblin seemed to laugh at though Micheal barely paid any notice to what anyone was saying and he ended up spacing out staring at the different houses and graffiti art.