The Signless woke up with a dull throbbing in his head and chest. He was not able to open his eyes due to exhaustion, but he instantly knew something wasn't right. Instead of his recoopericoon he was accustomed to sleeping in, he was laying on the floor fully clothed. Although being fully clothed in such a strange place was a very good thing, the Signless was used to waking up to the warm press of his Disciple against his shirtless side. The lack of her and slime couldn't be a good sign at all. Straining to remember, the Signless cracked an eye open to look at the dark ceiling above him. The ceiling was not familiar, but it sparked his memory of what felt like a dream.
The Signless ran through the trees, his Disciple, Mother, and best friend behind him. The highbloods were on their trail, and gaining ground. The red blooded troll was sure Disciple or Psiioniic could escape on their own, but refused to on his and the Dolorosa's account. The hignbloods were gaining, and the Signlesses group was nearing a dead end. It seemed as if there was no escape. With a nod he told his Disciple she should leave, disappear, but she wouldn't. She was bound and determined to stay with him till the end. The Psiioniic held similar feelings. Signless thought he would have to find a way to lead them away. But he never had to.
The Psiioniic gave only a word of warning before spinning around and blasting the entire forest behind them. Blue-bloods screamed in rage and in agony as tree blocked their path, and fell on their comrades. This was a very risky move on the Psiioniics part. He would be unable to run for a few minutes, so would have to hide or be carried. Although the others cared very deeply for him, attempting to run with him over their shoulder would be a death sentence. So they left him. The cancer hoped he was alright, but there was nothing he could do.
The Dolorosa was to Signlesses right; she was easily moving through the forest, but was glowing like a lantern. The Disciple was directly in front of the Signless, and even then it was difficult to see her in all her forestry glory. He was about to suggest they stop or change directions to throw the highbloods off the trail, when a large beam of light shot right past him, narrowly missing. His mother was thrown to the ground, knocked out cold. As he ran to make sure she was alright, a muscular violet blooded seatroll intercepted him, and hit him hard with the butt of a large gun. The last thing the mutant blood saw before blacking out was the Disciple disappearing into the brush. Good for her…
No. He had been caught. NO. Sitting up quickly, the cancer troll looked around his room to find it was a cell. One of the walls was only bars, and judging the containments of the other cells, he was alone. His friends hadn't been caught, but it was all over. Everything. He was probably on his way to execution on a… boat? Yes he defiantly was on a boat, and given the gentle rocks, a large one. What was he going to do? He couldn't swim. Feeling a bit of panic he stood up and yelled, "HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE? HELLLOOO?!" But no one came to help him.
The Signless laid back down in his cell at the far wall. He pulled his cloak over his face, and attempted very sincerely not to cry. After what seemed like hours a voice jerked him to his senses. "VWell, vwell, vwell. Look vwho it is; the Signless."
Cronus.