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39 Nyka Larkin

A/N: Made a little art of Nyka, though I'm not quite happy with how it came out. You can find more art of mine @ nalced11 in Twitter and Instagram :,)
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_Nyka Larkin_

Nyka watched Ingrid walk off by herself towards the closest town. He could understand her wanting to keep him out of harm's way, but he would have liked to have gone with her to keep her safe. Byrne was wrong, Nyka was sure he didn't need a Doctor, he was fine now and he was only going to get better. Not only that but Ingrid was wrong too, Nyka being able to protect her didn't make him a weapon or anything like that. She was too paranoid.

Ingrid being gone gave him the opportunity that he needed to practice his magic more. He didn't care what Ingrid thought of magic. The stuff was a part of him and ignoring it as if it weren't a part of him was denying who he was. This part of him was why people were after him, and whether or not he used it people always showed up so it was about time that he made use of it. It would be for the better if he could control it not only to keep them safe from the people after him but to keep those around him safe from himself.

He loved his grandmother but he was sure she had been wrong in only trying to stop these abilities. Nyka didn't want to hurt people, but there was people who wanted to hurt him. The boy's fists clenched when he remembered the man he had killed. Nyka was a murderer now, he didn't ever want to kill someone again. If he could control himself then maybe he wouldn't have to do it again if things became dire.

Byrne places a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about her, the woman's got a nasty swing. You should see what she's done to drunk customers after dark when you're in bed," he said with a half grin, but Nyka didn't feel any better.

"I'm not very worried about her." He told Byrne before turning to the woods. "I'm going to walk around by myself."

"I don't know if that's too safe," Byrne advised him.

"It's better than town,"

"I suppose you are right, alright. Don't be long or I'll come looking."

Nyka nodded to him, glad he wasn't so easy to argue like Ingrid was.  The boy whistled for Kori and walked off into the trees with the little dog not far behind him. He walked for a while until he reached the stream again. It was then that he sat down at the bank and stared at the water, his dog exploring around him. Grey eyes found themselves following the little brown and white creature as it sniffeed around the bushes and trees until soon they came to rest at the water drifting calmly along.

Taking off his shoes, the boy dipped his feet into the cold water, flinching at the change in temperature. But it felt nice after a moment so he kept them there as he thought to himself. These past couple of weeks... he felt like he had aged years. No longer did he feel like such a kid... perhaps in his predicament he had never been allowed to be. The boy hadn't ever had any friends either. And he wouldn't ever have any friends, partially because he couldn't trust anyone, but also because it would be dangerous for them. Everyone around him was dying- his entire family was dead now. He frowned at the thought. There was no one left for him now. Ingrid and Byrne were sticking their noses into the chaos that his life was and they were only going to get hurt. He felt a pinch in his chest as his fists curled into tight fists again.

Now there was tears pricking at his eyes but he refused to cry again. Not wanting to think about it any longer he closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm himself. Soon when he felt his tears dissipate he opened stormy grey eyes once more and looked out at all the glowing Little Rock's that shone all around him. Quartz. He picked one up and studied it in his hand. It was both cool and warm to the touch, quite an odd feeling to him. He held the thing in two fingers away from his face and narrowed his eyes, focusing on it.