We ran and we ran as fast as our feet could follow. I don't know how long we had got away, until now, but I know that it was on more than just average speed. The rain stained our clothes so we became soaked, and Jasdero froze so much that his limp body shivered and his lips were a bluish color. Ice would have been surprised by how cold we were.

The ground before us was slippery, and our bare feet were covered in mud and dirt all the way up to our legs. When I nearly fell, I would just rise up again and ignore the fact that my leg was twisted and swollen. Jasdero's clothes –and mine as well—were ripped up a lot of places, and looked like they had been torn apart in a wild animal's claws.

I took Jasdero's hand, and lead him away from a tree he had almost run into. He nodded, grateful that his head was still intact because of me. "Don't look at your feet," I told him hesitantly, and adjusted my grip in his hand. He blinked sleepily, as he had done the whole time. I knew we were both tired, but we shouldn't stop this just because of something as superficial as that. He knew that too. My breath became heavy and I could feel how much trouble I had with keeping my eyes awake. Things looked a bit blurry every time I glanced sideways at the trees and old timbered houses.

There was a sound in my knee that kept pounding. I assumed it was because of a deep wound or something. Jasdero's eyes fell on my stern face. "Debi…"

"What?" I snapped, even though I didn't mean to, but everything in my mind was like a war; there was chaos in my thoughts.

His eyes flickered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. "I don't understand why we have to go this far… what about mom and da—"

"Don't even talk about them!" I yelled, starting a bickering as always. "Isn't it you who always became brought down because of them! Don't you want to make the pain stop!"

His eyebrows twitched, and he turned little head away from me. Great, now he didn't dare look at me in the eyes anymore. I felt that his hand was getting weaker, and mine was the only one keeping them together. My head turned upwards, and I considered the weather for a moment, and I tried not to lose track of our running at the same time. Stars were shining a long distance away from us, but here it was cloudy and the rain pended down in shoals.

There was a deep silence between us. I swallowed my own saliva, since my throat was as dry as a desert and I hadn't gotten water for a long time. I regretted for yelling at Jasdero already. He was too sensitive to something like that, so why didn't I think before it rushed out of my mouth?

We weren't in a forest, but on an open landscape. There were trees and houses all over the place. Old houses, which hadn't been rebuild or repaired for a long time. People didn't have enough money, I knew, and neither did we. And then they would rather spent their money on basic things like food, clothes and such stuff.

I suddenly coughed, couldn't hold my balance and fell down on the ground, just as we had passed by a tree. Jasdero's hand loosened and he stopped running. Instead, he looked down on me with sad eyes and reluctant expression. I pressed my forehead against the ground and banged my fist angrily down beside me. I could feel the water press behind my eyelids when I felt my leg. I glanced down at it, but couldn't even see the wound because it was covered in soil.

My hands held my body up from the ground, but Jasdero helped me up. He was just about to say something, I could see since his over lip rose up, but he stopped himself. I gave him a stare before I let my back rest on a tree. I moaned.

"They're sick," I snarled to myself, "They're so sick I wanna kill them."

Jasdero hesitated. He looked down, but I could see on his innocent face that he hesitated.

"I never wished to become a monster, so why does it hurt so much!"

Jasdero slid down next to me, and I looked at him from under my thick bangs. His mouth and lips were so bloody, that you wouldn't believe it. He had fidgeted with it again. I sighed and lifted him up by his dirty shirt. "Don't touch it, unless you want to make it worse."

I expected to see a pair of blue eyes, but I almost hit my head into a branch when I saw that they were golden. Or yellow. I didn't know, but I really didn't like it. I don't know what I had expected, but this was not it. I touched his shoulder slightly, like he would break further more if I were too harsh. "Jasdero…" I closed my eyes. I suddenly changed my opinion. "We have to go now."

He quickly stood up and was already in front of me. We crossed a small river, walking on a big trunk that had fallen down in the storm last winter. It wasn't hard to keep my balance normally, but my leg apparently didn't know that since it trembled. I shivered, every time I felt something touch my naked feet or my shoulders. I was afraid, that the villages would appear with torches of fire, or spears that would go through our bodies smoothly. Or what was even worse. I shook the thoughts away, like I got away the insects from my arm.

I still couldn't believe what we had become, and it felt weird to look each other in the eyes now.

"Do you think they'll ever forgive us, Debi?"

It took me time to find the right words, since I was busy looking out for more stones in front of me. "No I don't."

He simply didn't need an explanation, so he changed to another subject. "But why did they scream when they saw us?"

"Because we're as ugly as hell," I murmured, but he heard it, "Can't you see that we're changing, Jasdero? It's like we've got some kind of stupid disease, so they're afraid to become infected or some shit. I don't care."

"But I care."

"And I don't give a damn about that you care," I told him rudely. I knew it was childish of me, but I couldn't hold it in. We were children anyway, so why try to behave like an old hag?

I looked back; to make sure someone didn't follow. There was nothing but a couple of animals and all the plants and trees. The flowers were dead already, so nothing was worth avoiding under us. There was supposed to be a field of sunflowers here, but they were withered already. I didn't give a damn anyway. Flowers only caused trouble. And then they smelled.

"I'm hungry," said Jasdero painfully. I heard his stomach growl, and his hands were clutching around it.

"The faster we get away; the faster we can get to eat something. Let's keep on moving, or else they'll—"

I heard something behind us; a stick that broke and creaked loudly. I didn't even turn around, but abruptly pushed Jasdero and myself into an escape again. I breathed heavily and Jasdero growled every time his feet stepped on something sharp, like a sharp flint stone. I ate the pain like it was food and continued on.

I hoped that nothing would backfire, and that the person didn't kill us. My heart pounded as fast as I ran. One second. Only on one second, we could die. I didn't like that consideration, and I couldn't push it away. "Don't get closer," I told myself. "Keep running, keep moving on."

I had a plan all of sudden. I would sidetrack him. My idea was perfect, but was it realistic? No matter what, it was now or never, so I suddenly jumped to the right and pulled Jasdero along with me. It felt like I had plugs in my ears; so fast were we rushing. There was an empty road and immediately, when I spotted a hole in the ground, I made us jump down in it. I almost slipped in a puddle but managed to slide into my goal.

Jasdero clung to me, pressing his head into my chest, and I pressed my lips so much together so that I would be soundlessly.

If there was a guardian angel, I really wished for it to be there. So much I almost begged to God, but anyway stopped myself from going that far. Anyway, it would be kind of nice if there were someone who cared for us and were willing to bear our burden together with us. Just like a real mother would do. Not like that stupid bitch at home, who only cared for herself and the sex life with her stupid husband.

The steps outside our hiding place could nearly be heard. The rain drummed against the soil over us. The water from my hair dripped down by my neck, and I gulped.

I saw a feet with big and heavy boots in front of us, just outside. It looked like the person was confused, since the shoe changed direction several times. He finally spoke. "Stupid brats… come on everybody, they've gotten away."

I heard growls, moans and someone groaning sulkily. There were many persons outside, but I couldn't hear how many just by listening to their voices. My guess was about twenty, but I wasn't even sure. "Thirty more minutes, and we'll have to go home!"

"I'm all soaked, James!"

"We all are, and I'm goddamn tired of this. Finally we got track of them and now they're gone!"

"Small beasts," a light female voice said. I felt ashamed of myself, and angry at the same time. How dared they call us beasts, when they were the ones being so cruel to us? I wanted to go out and scream something that could finish them off; like provoking them and yelling profanity, but I kept my lips together.

The sounds became weaker and silence at last covered what my ears could hear. I peeked out, and only saw the empty road and a squirrel running away with an acorn. I needed sleep; I could clearly feel when I adjusted my eyes to keep open. Jasdero's head appeared beside mine and he already crawled out. I was just about to pull him back again, since nothing was really worth trusting at the time, but I didn't get the time for it and decided to follow him. I thought it was just my imagination, or the light, when I saw the clear color of his legs, neck and arms from behind. But I stared wryly at him with god knows what feeling, when I had to admit that my eyes weren't lying.

But he was the first one to speak.

"Debitto…"

It wasn't often he used my full name, unless he was shocked and couldn't clear out his mind.

"You're grey."

A moment I tried to twist the sentence and make it fit into my mouth. "Grey…?" I asked, though it wasn't really meant as a question.

I dazed for about three seconds, before I took a hand up in the air to look at it. I screamed. My voice was shrilling, but hoarse. It backed away from him, when I saw his skin. I feared myself now; I feared us. "That's not true!" I repeated it, whispered and cursed everything. I fell to my knees and screamed. My hands ripped off tufts of my hair, and I suddenly didn't know what to do. A normal human would have said that I was becoming insane.

I took a sharp stone –the closest that came to a knife—and cut myself. In my hands, wrists; I even roamed my cheek until I was soaked in dark and dirty blood already.

"Curse everything!" I yelled, and Jasdero suddenly rushed toward me. He tore the stone away from my hand and grabbed my arms.

"Let me go, let me go!"

"No!" he replied, and rolled me over so he could look me in the eyes. "Don't do this to yourself!"

I tried to push him away, but grimaced when my knee ached again. I stared at the deep holes on his forehead. There were several, and they were placed in a row. My eyes fell to the bloody stings again, and it hurt to see them. He had it even worse than me, but as vain as my persona was, I could only think about my own pain. The flashbacks flickered in front of me when I saw those strings, how he had violently let the sewing needle go through his flesh, like it was just paper, and how he had been cursing himself like I did to myself now.

His eyes suddenly froze. His body got weak, I noticed when he loosened his grip, and I was paralyzed when I saw a shining kitchen knife stick through his chest. His eyes moved down to the bloody spot, and he let out painful sounds, when he was lifted up by someone from behind. The blood spurted out, all over the ground and my clothes.

I was horrified, and my eyes were fixed on the red blob covering everything around me. It oozed out, spreading slowly under my body.

"Found ya'," a man with a deep voice growled. I stared sideways to see his face. He let the knife leap out from my brother's body again, and instead held him up by his shirt. Jasdero's legs hanging a half meter above the ground were motionless.

The man was in about his fifties, and his features were big; he had a round face like a ball, a half long beard and a big womb.

I couldn't see what he was doing, since my sight right then didn't let me do that, but I knew that I would have to do something. I wouldn't let him kill my brother. If he did that, I would have absolutely nothing left. I would be alone and I would never forgive myself for letting someone as important as him die. So I lifted my hand up and weakly pulled in his trousers. Without taking further notice of me, he just stepped on my hand. I screeched as it was squashed against the bottom of his shoe. My fingers were surely broken already.

"What the hell are you two?" he asked, "I've never seen such features before… did the devil send you and let the poor woman give birth to you monsters?" He gritted his teethes and formed his mouth into a big grin. I snarled warningly and pushed myself up to my feet when his boot moved away.

"You're the fucking monster!" I yelled, not only mad but furious. I lifted my leg up straight and I kicked him in the balls, as hard as I could without falling backward. He clutched himself in his lower body part, swore, let the knife fall to the ground, and tried to hit me with one fist while the other was still holding up Jasdero. He was as strong as hell, but I avoided his hand. I ran into him, my head hitting right into his solar plexus. The man let go of Jasdero, and I immediately grabbed him so he didn't fall to the ground.

I was more afraid than I had ever been in my whole life. I couldn't hear his heart. I fumbled after his hair and pushed it away from his eyes. He looked dead, but I tried not to think about that. He couldn't be dead, not in bloody hell he couldn't be dead!

Had I ever learned how to do anything medical to save a person? Hell no, so I was out of my mind and had no idea about what to do. Should I give him a mouth-to-mouth artificially breathe or something?

"Don't die!" I screamed and ran away from the man, cared Jasdero over my shoulder and searched for a shortcut away from here. But I was already lost, since I had never been in this area before. The night fell around us, so I couldn't see anything at all. Only the dim light from a house far away made me see the crossroad ahead of us.

There were a big field ahead of us, and I was running toward it, as fast as I could when I was carrying someone on my back. He didn't weigh that much for a ten year old, but I wasn't strong either, so that was the problem. If the place hadn't been so scary at night, I may have seen it as a beautiful place. I ran into a crowd of bushes, pushed aside the branches and spider web, and I was sure that I would soon be a long distance away from the village and possible ambushes.

I was relieved when we reached the other side of the deep forest we've just gotten through. There was an utterly big stone next to a couple of trees and I laid Jasdero down behind that.

I stared reluctantly at him for quite some time, panting. My palm was sweaty, but in a cold way. My hand slightly touched his forehead, and I stroke his chin, trying to feel whether he was cold or warm. He was, to my big relief, warm like always. I sighed with quivering lips. For a second I thought I had lost him. Jasdero coughed, and blood came out along with his breathe.

"God, you scared my ass off, Jas," I told him.

He inhaled the fresh air and looked at me. "Are we safe?"

"Not yet. We have to continue once you feel okay."

"If you leave me here, you'll get away quicker. My stomach hurts."

"I won't. Can't you remember the promise we made; about you and me? We'll defend each other forever, and be together no matter what happens and how hopeless it all looks."

I massaged my damaged hand, and waited for a reply.

He nodded, admitting it slowly and smiled weakly.

He stroked the place the knife had gotten through, and for a second I realized that this wasn't normal. How could someone survive with such a seep wound? Well, I couldn't.

My eyes were still fixed on the holes in his head. They were weird, but I hadn't forgotten the skin either. I was still out of myself. We were one big mess, had ended up in the middle of nowhere and everyone wanted to kill us. Could it be any worse?

I decided to break the silence.

"We'll keep running, Jas," I told him, almost whispering now, "We'll keep escaping," My mouth trembled, and I couldn't hold in the tears anymore. They streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall. "Nothing will ever stop us, and they're not gonna get us!"


Realized I hadn't written a Jasdevi oneshot for a long time, and I've made a whole list about stories I want to make, so it's just about starting from the beginningXDD I was listening to t.A.T.u and suddenly this popped up in my brain and I began writing. I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are greatly appreciated, since I want to know what people think of this and/or if there's anything you wanna say about this -but no flames please-:D