Together Forever

Her Trepidation and His Transgression

August 2, Tuesday

It was already night. The once misty grey sky has turned into a dark void, swallowing up the clouds that brought unwanted climate upon its arrival. Yet still lingering, the downpour that dwindled into a soft drizzle made its presence known to those who dare to wander under the might of calamity.

Flash of lights would bathe the heavy clouds only to disappear into the darkness. And the sky would murmur its response – a low rumbling sound that would silently echo within the depths of the floating masses above. Even from the first set of the downpour, no one seems to take note of the silent cries of the sky nor the quick breeze that occasionally blew away several umbrellas and that swayed off a few branches. And yet regardless of the stalling precipitation, the murderers who still lurk in the sacred ground remain.

The rude blond grunted, all eyes on him as he dragged the unconscious body near the campfire that Dyst was able to set up under their current weather conditions. All eyes except for the Heartfilia, who fell unconscious from the torture that the moll inflicted her.

"What the hell!?"

Kyōka, who has been sitting beside the gunslinger after the boredom struck her from abusing blondie – yet successfully silencing the said girl, grumbled and walked toward their leader, eyes lingering on their new hostage before glaring back at the tall burly older man.

The other two who remained behind with her in their makeshift tarp, Franmalth and Dyst, sent the same glare to their boss before shifting their piercing gaze back to the unconscious guy who was currently being dragged by Jackal and Marin.

The older man among them heedlessly took a tobacco from his pocket and lit it with ease. He took a drag and puffed the smoke, silently hoping that he would breathe out the anxiety and the fear that's starting to creep in him. The Fear – the fear of having the government on their tail whilst they're in a vulnerable state – is uncalled for.

And yet in spite of his previous experience with a similar situation that scarred his face – a reminder of his mistake and the previous group he manned – the experience is not enough to be able to escape their current situation. Not when the cops are all over the place. But that doesn't mean he can't get away – especially when he has two lives in his hands.

"Relax, we have the two of them" he calmly said whilst taking another drag on his smoke, mind already calculating and formulating his escape plan if things went wrong.

"And what makes the difference, Caine?" Jackal snapped, sneering the name of their leader in disgust as he dropped the unconscious pinkette they found strangely near their temporary base, leaving his black-haired companion to do the rest of tying up their hostage. The anxiety of being captured again by the police was clearly affecting not only him but the rest of their group. Who knows what the government has on their plate if they are arrested once more considering that they committed a number of crimes that, apparently, revolves in murder and rape.

Zash Caine, one of the most wanted people in Fiore for committing high crimes such as rape, robbery, and murder; the first escapee of the heavily guarded infamous prison of the continent; and a very well known person among the criminals. But all of that was long before his accident. He was deemed dead from the eyes of the government after he lost his whole comrades from having their truck crash into a very steep cliff whilst on the run from the cops – in which he strangely survived.

"We could use this new one and send his parts in this city as a fair warning,'' his eyes harbored a wicked glint whilst smirking at his sinister idea. The thought of the horror and the terror that his mere plan may inflict to those who dared defy him and that attempts to have him arrested amuses him. What more would he feel if their victims in this defrayal learned of what became of their blondie? Yet as entertaining as it sounds, that plan will have to wait 'till he gets out of their current problem. He is not willing to risk his dead status just so he could have the pleasure of terrorizing the people involved. Not yet at least, or perhaps never – now that he can freely go around in public with a bit of disguise.