Rushing in my ears.

This follows the story of three. Each have a unique ability- one of their own. However, they're being hunted. Chased blindly through the streets, their pursuers cannot catch them. Not yet. Not when they'd came so close to stopping them - they'd work as one. Like they need.

𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳,

Her gaze flooded the room, searching for something. Her plants were her prized possession, something she could never get rid of. They were her roots, she their provider. The cold soil, the warm sunlight, and the beautiful water was always so helpful. She was down to earth, like the plants she grew.

𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴!

His mind wandered to the night of the escape. He just hoped he could outrun the man until his last dying breath, or he'd die trying. He was never in one spot, moving constantly like river in it's beds. He'd continue moving on, like it was his kin and he it's, like the water around him.

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,

He was never normal. A freak, an animal, a toy. Never who he was. Even if he was a bad person, he'd found his calling, and he wasn't letting it go anytime soon. His thoughts filled with other's plans, mind racing with other's strategies. Like the other's thoughts, he was unpredictable.

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.

For as long as he knew, he was a freak. Never able to stay in one space, being hunted by a group of villains. So..why not make it fun? After picking up two others just like him, they steal to survive. He'd heard something, beckoning him. Just like his songs do to those who hear it.

TW! DARK THEMES! (kidnapping, murder, etc.)