Stitched Limbs

Ch 30: Tyns Search for Emmeline

The day before Emmeline was returned.

Tyn woke up with a groan of pain, opening his eyes slowly and lazily looking around. Getting a full view of one of the trees that he knocked over while he was chasing Emmeline. He closes his eyes temporarily and lets out a shaky sigh as he remembers the game of chase, then his eyes snap open and he shoots up to his knees. Grimacing as pain shoots through his chest, but he continues to look around for her almost frantically.

"Emmeline?" He asks as he looks around his immediate area. "Emmeline!" Tyn shouts this time, starting to stand up to look around some more. His eyes catch something shiny and he walks over and crouches down to pick it up, feeling his heart drop as he realises it's the tracer. He places a hand to his mouth to amplify his call. "Emmeline!!"

After a few more moments of silence he laments that she ran off, and wonders what he did wrong. Then he gets a painful reminder of what happened, why there were holes in his chest and why it was covered in blood. He starts to look around on the forest floor for traces of Emmeline and notice something that was too blue to have been natural. Tyn winces as he crouches down to pick up the blue thing, examining it for a moment before he realises it's a tranquilizer dart. There was a little bit of blood at the tip of it, and he knew it was Emmelines'. He clenches his jaw together and tries to look around some more to see if there were any tracks that he could follow to try and see where she was taken.

For the most part the brush and plants had moved back into place after being disturbed, but he could see another mans boot prints in some of the softer spots of dirt. He pocketed the tranquilizer dart in what was left of his pants and clicked the tracer together so that it was easier to carry before starting to follow what little of a trail there was. Who would've taken Emmeline? And why? Tyn thinks as he slowly moves through the forest, placing a hand on his chest to try and cover at least a couple of the bullet holes. His body complaining at him as it couldn't quite continue the job of healing his wounds. I need to find her, hopefully she's ok.

Tyn follows the trail until it gets to a dry creek bed, he climbs down into it and starts to walk over to the other side. Looking around on the other side for the restart of the trail so that he could continue to follow it. Did he follow the creek bed to somewhere else? Gods I hope not. He thinks as his heart slowly sinks further and further the more he doesn't see the trail, but then he sees a dug in foot print in a slightly taller part of the creek shore. Hope flutters back up in his chest and he climbs up where the trail continued, grimacing and hissing as climbing strained the wounds on his chest.

Tyn followed the little bit of trail for what seemed like forever before it came to a road and he bites the inside of his cheek as anger flared up. The trail being lost as soon as it hit the asphalt of the roads, he would have to find her another way. He turns and heads back to the beach where he can grab his belongings so that he could make a couple of calls. I need to find Emmeline as soon as possible, I doubt whoever kidnapped her has good intentions. Not to mention how much trouble we'll get into for being late to getting back to the facility. Tyns anger flares up more and he clenchs his jaw together to stop him from yelling in rage. Whoever had taken her probably thinks he was dead, but the possibility of people watching and listening to the area was still a real thing. And he realise he already fucked that up by calling for her earlier.

After almost an hour of walking and climbing down cliffs he makes it back to where they had cooked lunch, a twinge of pain hits him as he can remember vividly how she looked standing on the shore. Peaceful and happy, more than she had been for a while. And he feels a bit of guilt as he wishes he had done more for her than just bringing her to the surface. He looks to their belongings, taking his mind off of his guilt for a moment to put it back onto finding her. Thankfully none of it had been messed with and he walks over to the beach bag that he had bought to carry their things. Looking in it and finding none of it was missing as he pulls out his phone and picks the bag up, shouldering it as he looked through his contacts.