Game Over (Andley)

Barely Breathing, I Know

Andy stopped walking after a while, watching him. Did he do something wrong?
They were having such a nice, quiet moment together... Just the two of them laying there on the ground. Relaxing... Was it something he said?

"Prophet." Deviant stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Now."Andy grimaced and nodded, catching up to him and remaining quiet. The rest of the walk was dead quiet, as expected. But... Deviant was really tense. He just seemed uptight about something.

"Hey! You guys are back!" Destroyer smiled when they came in, gesturing for them to come join them and the other two around the fire. Andy sat between Deviant and Mourner, smiling awkwardly at them. "You showed Prophet around?"

Deviant nodded, making a noise of confirmation.

"And...?"

"And, what?" Deviant snapped. Destroyer frowned slightly and looked at the fire, shrugging.Mystic raised an eyebrow.
"Everything ok? You're on edge..." He adjusted his position to look at him better. "Did something happen? Did you have a run-in with-"

"No." Deviant growled through gritted teeth.

Mystic narrowed his eyes."We're just worried about you. You're never this moody unless somethings wrong, calm down." He sat back again.

There was a tense silence hanging in the air until Destroyer decided to break it, bringing up their apparent plan of attack.

Deviant got up and walked off into the camp, but Mystic kept Andy from going to follow. He shook his head."Let him cool off."
Andy sighed and rejoined the discussion.

"So, this is taking place in three days? Or two?" Mourner asked. Destroyer held up three fingers as he kept drawing in the sand.

"There." He moved back. "So- this is the camp. And that's the Church," he pointed to the two boxes on either side of the drawing. "This is us, there's F.E.A.R..." He continued to ramble on.

Andy, as opposed to the other three being heavily invested in the battle strategy, wandered off to find Deviant.

On the way to find him, he saw a girl standing by the entrance, dressed in black rags that clung to her petite body, her silky hair falling to her mid back. Her skin was painted in the black war paint, the Wild Ones star pendant attached to a chain in one hand and a mask in the other.

"Hey!" Andy called and jogged over. "Have you seen-"

"Deviant? He went to the main tent." She said softly, smiling.

Andy smiled back, nodding."Thanks. Um. How did you know?"
"I saw you trailing around behind him today." She giggled. "He's a big sweetheart, I promise. He seems like an asshole but he's great... But I never caught your name."

"A- Prophet." He corrected himself. The girl raised an eyebrow and outstretched her hand."I'm Eve. Eve Black."

Andy shook her hand and smiled bigger. "It's very nice to meet you. So what do you do here?"
"I do what everyone else does. I do what I can to survive and do my part to make sure everyone else does too." She sighed, picking a peeling piece of war paint from her arm. "But I also go out sometimes to see if I can get some information. It's against the rules but- shit, don't tell Deviant!" Eve panicked suddenly, staring at him pleadingly.

Andy shook his head."Don't worry, I won't. Just be careful, ok?" He smiled. Eve smiled in relief and kissed his cheek softly.

"I will, Prophet." she hugged him and put the mask on. Andy laughed awkwardly. "Oh- and don't worry. You're cute, but I'm not gonna get in the way of you and big D over there." She giggled in his ear and skipped off.