Every Hundred Years {Discontinued, Read final part for more information}

Chapter 13 - To Hunt

(A/N - This might count for a trigger warning, but there are some brief mentions of familial abuse towards the end of the chapter. Just a note.

Writer Forgot to make this clear, but whenever Luther is out in public he wears a brown wig, other immortals do this too to avoid attention from unknown Immortals. Writer established this once a few chapters ago, but just remember that every time they are in public, Immortals in the Archives wear wigs.

Also, Writer knows nothing about hunting, so he's guessing a lot.)

[FACT - Despite Immortals natural alterations, an individual Immortal could still require glasses to see properly, even from birth.]

Chapter 13 - To Hunt

The hunting duo wandered a dirt road through the plains, their empty wagon  shortly behind them as they traveled closer to the deep woods ahead. To the redhead’s voice, Luther turned his head.

“Take this” Mr Rogers spoke in his high pitched voice, while handing Luther a bow and arrow, which he had to stop moving the wagon to receive.

And though Luther was thankful that they weren't using rifles given his lack of skill, he was curious about why. “Why aren't we using muskets?” he asked.

“Guns scare away the game,” The redhead responded, not turning around.

“And your hound won't?” The false brunette asked, pointing to the black dog Mr Rogers was holding via leash.

“My ‘Hound’ goes by Muxley. He's specially trained for this type of thing,” The Englishman said quietly “I do this for a living, I think I know what works and what doesn't.” He spoke with slight offense, to which Luther understood as he was kinda pestering the man.

“Sorry” Luther muttered loud enough so he would hear, noticing a small bit of surprise on the Englishman’s face in response.

And then, it was quiet. Neither man spoke as they continued along the plains, leaving Luther with time to think.

According to Spark in a brief meeting earlier this morning, Mr Rogers didn't know anything about Immortals, all he knew was that they were an unknown looking for things to entertain themselves.

Luther did worry about the man possibly asking about their group, though he was told to dismiss any questions and tell him to go ask Spark.

But soon, he was pulled out of his thoughts as they reached the entrance to the newly regrown forest, the path of bright dirt continuing through the thick passage of trees.

A slight chill in the air made Luther pull up the camouflage green jacket he'd been told to wear, in hopes of getting a tad bit warmer. Since even though today the snow was mostly vacant, the cold still hung around.

“There's a good spot-” The ginger man paused to look around, eying his compass before confirming, “That way.” Luther followed along through the patches of leaves and pine trees until the sound of running water came into hearing distance, they had reached a river.

Mr Rogers hid the wagon behind a tree, soon motioning towards another nearby tree, or to be more specific, to the rope hanging from it.

Within moments Mr Rogers had begun and finished climbing, Luther heard the man whisper “Clear” as he reached the top, soon motioning for Luther to begin his short ascent up the rope.

“We'll be here for some time, stay quiet” the ginger-haired man whispered as Luther reached the tree top, their distance from the ground short enough to jump off safely, yet dangerous if they were to fall. Muxley sat hidden in the bushes below, ready to pounce when Mr Rogers’s shot.