Feel it coming in the air.
Just as everything had once been silent, when the noise started, it didn't stop.
Hear their screams from everywhere.
Millions of people died that day. Millions of innocent, honest, trustworthy people were killed to suit the needs of those who decided to deem themselves kings and play God.
I'm addicted to the thrill. It's a dangerous love affair.
The five that ran, ran for their lives. They never looked back, not even as they felt the heat on their backs and glanced over their shoulders to see the devastation of the place they called home.
Can't be scared when it goes down.
The trio continued running long after the sun had set and risen again. Their bodies were worn and their minds were weary, but they had come this far. It was too late to turn back now. The only direction they could go was forward.
However, when the sun set again, they decided to stop and rest.
If you've got a problem, tell me now.
It would have been foolish to believe they were the only ones that ran. It wasn't so foolish to believe that not many would survive.
Avriktael and Estolei happened upon the three not by chance. Avriktael had seen then from afar and, curious, decided to follow. While he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of joining up with other survivors, he had to admit that the extra hands could help. They would not necessarily have to live together peacefully, but if they proved to be too much of a danger, Avrik wasn't against killing and pillaging. It was his life, after all.
Mitchane would swear he first thought Avriktael was a bear, what with how large, looming, and hairy the man was. He quickly alerted Scothmpson of his findings, and the blonde walked away from Kierstaer and Mitchane to meet the two individuals. "Hello," he said evenly.
Avriktael shifted so the younger man could see the glint of the gun at his waste. "What was your Status?"
"Polisher," Scothmpson said evenly. "My friend is one as well."
Estolei glanced around. "There are two people that you left. What of the other?"
"A Wisher."
Avrik growled low in his throat. "He hasn't betrayed you?"
Scothmpson reevaluated his opinion of the man. "He's my lover."
Estolei quickly apologized for inquiring, but Avrik continued to glare at the man. "This is my sister. We are both Riots."
He expected a negative reaction, so when none occurred, he was rather surprised. Seeing this expression, Scoth shrugged. "I don't think Status has much of a sway here."
Avriktael thought for a minute. Estolei touched his arm. "We might as well be friendly for now."
Avriktael motioned for Scothmpson to lead the way to his friends. They approached Kierstaer and Mitchane, and Kierstaer gasped. "It's you!"
Scothmpson went over to Mitchane. The shorter man went happily into his boyfriend's arms. "Will we be all right?"
"For right now, we are."
The only thing that's on my mind is who's going to run this town tonight?
There were many things they still had to figure out. However, they were alive. They would run their lives from now on, and that was comfort enough.
Thanks for going on this journey with me! I wasn't exactly sure where it would end up, but I'm pretty pleased with it. Now, back to the irregularly scheduled one-shots!
Love you all, my darlings!
