The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Arms

It was darker in the deep forest, the moon would have lit the sky and their way as well if a crowd of angry grey clouds, ready to produce thunder, weren't blocking its way. Both Yael and DJ sprinted forward to chase off the danger lurking on their backs, they moved steadily, Jerry behind Yael, crushing crunchy leaves and rough ground under their heavy boots.

It wasn't over yet, the danger

Earlier when Yael and Alberto emerged from the rackety cottage, the old man rushed to get his luggage before they could take off to reach some help promised by the unknown caller. While doing so he accidentally caught the attention of some random drunk man of Chevy pissing in the bushes at the back of the cottage.

A sigh of happiness that he was out of that horrible basement alive was the reason or was it an empty beer can that involuntarily came in his way to get crushed under his boots resulting in the man snapping his neck at the duo.

Slowly, both of their eyes widened in realization.

The drunken man didn't allow them more than a minute as he screamed at them to stop before screaming for his fellows, he shouted at the top of his lungs zipping his pants up hurriedly. Just as quickly as he secured his pants, the man also staggered back when his eyes met with the glaring Lord of the Pyro causing a shiver to run down his spine as he stared between the old man and the Lord.

The man didn't know who Alberto was but he certainly knew who Yael was, it's been half a year since he had seen that large man trapped in the basement probably counting his days. But now he is in front of him, all free and daunting.

There must be something wrong.

Meanwhile, the detective froze at his spot after he heard the man calling backup. With eyes wide, breathing short and an unmoving body, he was just like a deer caught in headlight as he stared back at the man in fear. A clear depression took over him while he imagined scenarios of his unplanned death.

If not before, then now is the time he is gonna be dead.

Jerry was lost in his pessimistic thoughts, giving a clear getaway pass to paralyse his rational thinking, until he heard a loud hiss 'Run' from beside him. Oh, how much effort he had to put in just to look at his side, but once he did while trembling in panic, he found Yael, more specifically his back, which was getting farther away with each blink of an eye......and just like that, he was gone.

Yael was surprisingly fast in running and then disappearing from sight. Even though he was fed barely nutritious food, the man possessed amazing energy. The only problem was that Yael had vanished without consulting DJ and had sprinted in the opposite direction from what was conveyed to the detective.

The direction they were gonna get help from.....but not anymore.

Travel towards the east.....you will find help there.

Well.....Shit.

A cry for lord Yael, to stop him and convey the right path, got stuck in his throat. The boy struggled between glancing at the lord and his fainting figure and getting hold of his thoughts and his luggage. It wasn't his fault when he wasn't even given a chance to explain, DJ was merely given seconds to carry his minimal luggage and sprint after Yael before he could be held back and beaten to death by Chevy's people.

He ran and ran for his dear life, following Yael's thudding steps and his heavy breathing that echoed in the quiet woods ahead. A quick glance at his back, call it curiosity, had his breath hitched and a sharp gasp left his soul when he saw a large gathering had formed where he was a few seconds before.

Men started to form a large group where the one who shouted for them stood, they were screaming and yelling loudly at each other and Jerry could feel it right next to him because of his heightened senses.