𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛

14

(This one is kind of a lot of words)

When the two reached the bottom of the stairs, Meran was fortunately smart enough to keep her eyes on her path of travel, whilst Feiten kept his eyes behind him and almost ran himself onto the train tracks. Luckily, even though injured, Meran caught him with her good arm and yanked him back onto safe ground before he could fall the two feet of ledge onto bumpy steel. He hit the floor hard on his back and coughed out his breath. The effort of pulling him backwards shot hot pain through Meran's shoulder, along with exerting more energy than was necessary. "S…stupid.." Meran huffed out. The walls started to turn and spin around each other so she smashed her eyes shut to make it stop. Feiten scrambled his way up, and took one last frantic look-around before taking a calming breath. "Sorry.. at least no one's following us." He laughed nervously. "Yippee.." Meran spat, not paying attention to her tone. "Sorry-." Feiten didn't seem to notice too much, since he was again looking around. He then pointed left, nudging his sister to look as well. "There's a convenience store right there that we can hang out in for a bit. Doesn't look to be closed either!" He grinned. Meran saw the pale blue lights from inside the store through squinted eyes and deemed it alright to go into. "Well let's go then…" She dragged herself over with the help of Feiten, and cautiously approached the two thin glass and metal doors. The pain in her shoulder seemed to subside, and she noticed the lights and surrounding area getting brighter.

It looked pretty much like a normal gas station, with snacks and other things stacked up on accessible shelves, and a counter locked up with things you would need to show identification for. Before Meran grabbed the flat handle to enter, she noticed the two cashiers. One of which was semi-familiar, with his long fluffy bangs with teal tips going past his eyes, and three extremely long braids with the same colored hair ends thrown over on his shoulders and one down his back. His hairstyle really confused Meran when she thought about it since he still would look the same with fluffy top hair even if he didn't have the braids. She couldn't remember his name, but he was talking with the other cashier, and he seemed to be having a great time, laughing and turning into his polo shoulder when something particularly funny registered with him. His counterpart however, wasn't smiling at anything he or she said. The woman's hair was a similar black fluffiness to his and perhaps even paler and dead looking than he, but Meran could easily tell it was pretty damaged. Meran stepped to the side to more easily see what she looked like, but was greeted by two black and purple eyes running down her visible visible cheek. Shocked, Meran jumped a step back, and she immediately saw the two eyes close and disappear into her face almost as fast as making the initial contact. "What? Are there people in there?" Feiten took the liberty of opening the door, making a small bell jingle, and Meran watched as the woman turned around to face them.

She looked either confused or upset with them, with her eyebrows furrowed and staring straight at Meran. Her name tag read 'Aynara', and on the other guy, his loosely applied tag read 'Tyr'. "Oh- Sorry for interrupting you guys." Feiten put one hand on his stomach and the other stretching back for Meran to take. She didn't take the hand, and instead kept her gaze with this 'Aynara' person. "Wellllll… didn't think the stars of the show were gonna show up at my place of work." Tyr snickered as he spoke. "Who?" 'Aynara' said, side eyeing him hard. Her voice was raspy, like she hadn;t spoken in years except for a few moments ago. "You were the guy at Torain's place right? Why'd she kick you out?" Feiten spoke up, completely ignoring the woman, and seemed like he was talking to a new friend. "That was me indeed. She kicked me out 'cus she thinks I'm an ass. I just got personailityyyy." "You don't have fucking personality you gaslight the shit outta people." 'Aynara' sputtered. Tyr dramatically put his hands to his chest and gasped. "I don't gaslight you Ranya! You're too goddamn pissy to fall for it." His feigned offense slithered into a hiss and combated her with his double canines. She simply rolled her tired purple eyes. "Wait- Ranya-? But your name tag s-says-." "It's backwards for legal reasons." Tyr cut Meran off and turned his attention back to the siblings, his lanyard jingling on the glass countertop. "Soooo… your name is-." It was Feiten's turn to be cut off. "Aranya. Yeah, moving on. Are you two seers?" Aranya slowly looked up as her tone went down. "Jeez you're no fun." Tyr sighed. "She is. I'm just a human hah…" Feiten gestured to Meran with his shoulder, and she put her good hand up shakily as a form of greeting. Aranya looked back down to study her, and both of the cashier's faces changed as they caught the scent of blood in the air. "Are you bleeding??" Tyr straightened up and moved to leave his station. A wave of anxiety wafted over Meran as she watched him make his way through a tiny gate in the corner and to her.