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Dead souls: that would perfectly describe how both Seven and Eleven felt as they sprinted in the woods with lost eyes. They had gotten away from the bad people all thanks to Eleven with her powers and her control. The two girls looked quite frightening with the blood that dripped from different features; Seven's eyes and Eleven's nose.
The woods were more frightening in the dark remote night. The trees looked like shadows of the gloomy night that watched over you, it's sharp barks snarling like a wolf hunting for prey. Branches like the arms of kidnappers who stole you away in secret like their abusers who once took away their heart. It was not a pleasant time to be out in the woods in this hour, but this was where they were left. They didn't know where they were going, they just headed towards where they felt was a safe haven.
No longer being followed, for right now, they stopped running and trudged by each other, not separate from each other one inch. They had to protect one another, Eleven did her part and now it was Seven's turn to show her that their friendship was a guarded shelter that they could go to whenever they needed someone or something.
"Shut up!" a young voice a boy shouted in annoyance.
Seven gasped, grabbing Eleven and pulling her behind. She stuck out her right arm to protect her while she held onto the sleeve of her hospital dress unexpected of what other challenges they would face next.
Moving backward, Seven carefully walked-crunch.
"Did you guys hear that?" One of the boys asked curiously towards another. They held on to their flashlights like their sinking hearts with one of their friends' missing soul is somewhere around his home, but no one knew where. He was like a vile boy who was pressured to do acts of hatred towards others to make his loved ones proud, yet no one could find the maze of his sympathy hidden beneath all the bushes.
Bright lights shined in the faces of the two girls, squinting their eyes to see who was these kids that were out alone at night doing some of their own investigating in their little trio. They weren't looking for a treasure of gold, but a treasure of their friendship and trust that was kept in their friend.
Seven, who found some clear vision with the light shining in her face, saw three boys about Eleven's age looking at them both. The one with the skeptical face glared at them both, suspicious and a bit terrified in what he had just gotten himself into. The other was toothless and his jaw was dropped still at the sight of two girls in the woods at night, freaky thoughts entering his mind. The final boy with black hair was in awe, not for the girl in front that many boys he knew would drool for, but the one behind her; he couldn't stop staring at her.
"Help," Seven croaked out. She didn't know why she did it when she could've teleported somewhere else to be far away from them. Something about the way they came off as lost, their reactions, their age, and the way Eleven softly let go of the sleeves of her dress and placed it on top of her shoulder, reassuring her that everything was going to be fine.
