The Escapists

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„Did you find her?", Susie's curious eyes sparkled with interest, even though Frank couldn't make sense of her desire to know. He gave her a simple nod as an answer and didn't feel like going any further with his observation.

Susie's blue gaze focused onto his empty hands, a feeling he still couldn't and wasn't willing to get used to. „But- where's your knife?" His sloppy movement away from the younger girl halted in front of the worn out gray couch, where Joey and Julie were currently sitting on, and he dropped into it; making it release a high pitched squeak. „I didn't get it yet", his voice was unusually calm; he wasn't known to be all collected and pacific. He noticed that himself - the way his supposed friends would avoid crossing his path often times.

The questioning look on Julie's once attractive features told him he got some kind of attentiveness from them. However, Frank wasn't sure yet if he really wanted to reply. „Why not? Was there a problem?", Susie voiced everybody's concern.
„No", they didn't need to know every detail, „I'll just get it back next time." His feet carried him away from the rest of the group. He needed to get this out of the world himself, without his friends intervening.

She avoided his eyes like they were venomous. He could easily tell how she chewed on the inside of her cheek. „Sorry", she mumbled into her light brown scarf, which she assumingly put carelessly around her shoulders, „What did you say again?" Her body was slightly turned away from him like she was already planning on running away in her mind. That was definitely not like Susie and Julie described her. Where was that stupid smile of hers? Her eagerness to take a risk? Why was it missing and why did she stand in front of him like a deer about to get hit by a car?

Dwight's words chanted in her mind over and over again like a ritual. He had a tattoo. He had a fucking tattoo.

She never saw this guy around campus and even though he introduced himself as being new here, she couldn't be at peace with that idea. He didn't look like someone who'd belong here. Something about him didn't fit this place. A normal person going to school wouldn't smell like that, right? That mix of dirt and mud and sweat. At first, she didn't recognize the last thing. But the strong metallic odor of blood was undeniably present in her lungs.

He was too tall, too strong, his eyes too sharp, his body posture too ready to... to kill. He wasn't a part of any of this. (Y/N) realized it especially once he repeated his request. His question was stupid and didn't make sense. He probably hasn't visited a school in years; chiefly not a college.

„I-I'm sorry. You, uhm, you need to ask someone else", he wouldn't fool her. And she was damn ready to run like the scared rabbit she was. However, before the (H/C) haired was able to take a move away from him, his hand grabbed onto her arm, holding her secure with a strong grip.

That was it! She knew he was too strong to belong here! If he put a bit more pressure onto her arm, he'll break it!

„No, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can help me further", told you, her own voice in her head mocked her for not running earlier. „You have something of mine, I believe ", he reached out with his other hand, waiting impatiently for (Y/N) to give back his property. It didn't take long for her to understand what he wanted so much and certainly not longer to find out who he was.

This was F?, it dawned on her, while she hid her free hand inside the pocket of her dark green jacket. She could feel the handle of the hunting knife. But somehow, her brain told her not to do as he asked; or more like threatened.

It was her only prove. The only thing that indicated the connection between her and... and the other world. If she lost it, she would lose the memory of it too.

She couldn't give it back, and she didn't plan on doing so either. But she pulled it out of her pocket regardless. (Y/N) noticed the faint smile stretching onto the stranger's lips; it didn't last long. His features turned darker as soon as she used the knife to thrust it into the arm, which held onto her.

The Legion pushed himself away from the younger girl immediately. The panic on his face was clearly visible and before he could turn that into rage and direct it at (Y/N), her hand grabbed the weapon, which was still stuck in his skin, and pulled it out. A grunt left his throat from deep down, showing certainly his frustration with the whole situation.

However, (Y/N) wasn't to stay and see what he'll do next. She took off as far as her feet could carry her. She knew he would recover quickly from her stunt. She knew he would stand up slowly and chase after her at incredible speed. She knew he would catch her. And if not... he'll do it next time.