The angry voice bellowed down the darkly-lit halls and into Dylan and Gwen's ears. Gwen's legs wavered slightly, the shock of the sound surprising her beyond what her hungry-self could take.
Dylan on the other hand was only annoyed at this, though she didn't notice while her attention remained pinned to the voice. What Dylan could tell, immediately, was that this wasn't another cute and confused girl. Duh. What he was dealing with was a crazily macho, or even psychotic and confused man. And unfortunately, Dylan wasn't a pro-wrestler body type. He was lanky, slightly awkward, but he had broad shoulders, and he prided himself in that feature. This, of course didn't promise anything. Dylan could barely hold down his 11-year-old sister when she tackled him, let alone a crazed war-lord.
What didn't Dylan didn't know, was not only this conspicuous man a crazed hunter and war-lord, but he was dangerously unwelcoming to any passerby's with an interesting story. Dylan and Gwen's was less than clearly understandable.
Dylan started feeling less annoyed, and more uneasy when he saw how Gwen quivered in her step. "M-maybe, maybe I should, um..." Dylan tried to put on his protective and caring side, but he had come to conclusion he needed more than just a few unsure words to be convincing.
Gwen rubbed her shoulders and took a few steps closer to the door, very much sure of her steps and confidence rained from her like dust in the summer.
Dylan felt a little sheepish, following behind her, trying to keep up as she continued down the hallways toward the less than warm voice, becoming louder and louder with each step.
"SAMMY?! Sammy, where the hell are you?!" The man kept calling out this stranger. Two? Two of them? Reaally? Dylan hoped to God this wasn't the case.
Gwen tossed her braid off shoulder, whipping Dylan in the eye and making him yelp in surprise and pain. Gwen flipped around and quickly pressed a finger to his lips, making it clear she didn't want to be exposed yet.
He nodded his head, and they proceeding to tiptoe down the hall, closer to the large room in the cave that Gwen first found herself in.
Snap.
Dylan looked down to see a large stick beneath his foot, broken. He nervously looked up at Gwen to see her scared eyes warning him.
"WHO'S THERE?!" The voice responded to accidental snap in flash within the occurrence. "I know you're there!"
The steps were fastening, coming closer. Gwen shrugged her shoulders back and strutted down the hall to face the new guest.
But, before she could rear the corner, she was met with a bulky frame and a large gun, ramming into Gwen and almost toppling her over.
His face was more angry than confused, looking intent on finding something, answers. He looked Gwen over before turning to see Dylan standing precariously against the other wall, lifting his hand up slowly. "H-hi." Dylan's girl-voice had made a reappearance.
"Who the hell are you?!" The man shouted through a whisper, jabbing the arm with the gun toward Dylan. He then looked down at Gwen, staring her straight in the eyes. "And where am I?"
Gwen swallowed, and blinked away whatever sheepishness she was feeling. "My name is Gwen. This is Dylan." She motioned toward Dylan and he faked a smile.
The tall blond man slowly lowered his menacing gun to his side. He wasn't any less tense, but at least he wasn't pointing threatening objects at Dylan.
"I'm Dean." He said, smiling with utter patronizing.
