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"You have got to be joking." DG kept her voice low. The long coats were a good stones throw away and louder than fourth of July fireworks (a description that had taken quite a lot of explaining when DG had shared this revelation with Cain), but she didn't want to chance it.
The sky was beginning to change and soon, it would be too bright to hope that mere shadows would hide them. Cain had come up with a decent plan during the night, one he just had to convince DG of. That wasn't going too well.
"Think about it" Cain gave her a few minutes as he scouted for a better position from which to spy on the long coats temporary camp. From here they couldn't even see Glitch and Raw's location.
She waited, trying not to let herself fall asleep as she sat against a tree. It was true, she was slightly crabby from the lack of sleep during the night, but she wasn't being unreasonable. He just wasn't making any sense. With care, she tied the horse's reins to the tree next to her like her instructor had taught her. Eventually he did come back, bad news written in his eyes as she scooted over so that he could sit next to her."There are six of them, two guarding a tent in the center where I'm guessing our boys are at."
"Great." She smiled sarcastically. They just had to make everything tons more difficult than it should be. Not that rescuing two friends from the clutches of bad men with guns was ever simple, but in daylight, six against two (and only one of them possessed a weapon of any kind.) "And here I was thinking I'd just invite them all for a soothing cup of hot chocolate and we'd all be such great friends."
"I'm worried too, kid, your not alone in this." But he could survive if one of them died. He'd have a rough time at first, then he'd pick himself up, brush himself off, and move on. That wasn't the way DG was built, she'd feel it the hardest. She'd agonize over it until it destroyed her. And though he was sure she'd suffer for any of them, it'd be worse if it was Glitch who was lost. He knew that loss, when a piece of your heart is ripped violently away and your left alone. Bleeding. Bleeding and vulnerable. Bleeding, vulnerable, and painstakingly empty.
"I know, Cain." She sighed, rolled her shoulders. "That doesn't mean your not completely mental." His plan was ridiculous, not that she wasn't willing to try anything if it worked. But, come on, there was no way what he suggested could work.
"I've seen you practice, princess, I know what your capable of. Besides, I've risked a lot more on longer shots." He shrugged, remembering when they risked all of their lives in hopes of sneaking past the guards and gaining access to the brain room. None of them had known at that point if it was possible for Raw to even connect Glitch to his brain. It'd been a huge risk and they'd taken it. This was different, he knew what could be done, he just had to convince her of that.
"Listen." He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with impatience. "This is our only shot. Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather go with the risky plan than wait around for a chance that something better to come up. Now, there has to be some part of you that understands that."
She just nodded, tongue tied. She'd do it, for their friends, because he was right. This was probably their best bet. After a minute she cleared her throat, realized she didn't even give him a chance to tell her what the plan really was. "What is it exactly I'm supposed to do?"
She was waiting, she didn't like doing nothing. But it wasn't the right time, they had to wait until the third man came out of the tent, then Cain could do his part. Her job was on the outside, as the distraction. When it came right down to it, why'd she need to distract them when she could just kill them? No, Cain had nixed that idea, much to her chagrin. So instead she waited, and finally the man came out.
DG was crouched down behind one of the three tents, waiting for Cain. She watched him as he ducked under the material of the tent. He'd be untying them now, she had to hurry. If they came out before she was done, that would just be horrible.
With cautious eyes, she scanned the camp, her eyes settling on a neatly piled rope. As Tutor had showed her, she snuck over and touched the rope with two of her fingers, filling it with her light. She had to be specific, thinking of exactly what she wanted it to do before she touched it. It sparkled in white for a few seconds then died down until it looked perfectly normal. Then it slowly started to move, uncoiling itself and slithering away a bit. It looked back for a moment, as if summing her up. It knew she wasn't a target, the source of it's power.
She pointed to the tents, watched in awe as it continued to take on the personality of a snake. It dipped it's head (or the end of the rope DG assumed served as it's head) in a nod and slid toward the men. This might actually work, she smiled faintly, but she had to stay focused. If she wanted her rope snake to do her bidding, it took a lot of work and she didn't know how long it was going to last. The longest time she'd ever held onto the animation of an object was a few minute.
The snake purposely brushed against one of the men to get his attention. He jumped, shocking the other two out of the joke they had been sharing a laugh over. They all stared at it for a moment, not quite sure what to make of it. Finally, one reached over to step on it. It bunched up, let out a hiss. She laughed quietly from where she had been crouched. For a second, she wished she had a camera. Somehow she thought Cain would get a kick out of it. They looked like little girls who had just seen a spider, huddling together and losing their ability to to speak as her snake baited them and fed their fears.
When they couldn't get any closer together than they already were, and she had to admit it, she didn't think she could hold onto the snake for more than another minute, she knew it was time to stop playing with them. The snake slithered around the legs of one man, climbing up until it could reach the next man. It kept at it until it could go around all of them, pulled and tightened, drawing them closer together. They were close enough together that they couldn't breath, with a final look at DG, it tied itself off. It sparkled for a few seconds and when the light was gone, the rope was once again just a rope.
Satisfied, and slightly emptied out, she stood and walked over to the tent's flaps. It shocked her how deeply the other long coats slept. The three here could have been screaming at the top of her lungs and they probably wouldn't have been disturbed by the noise. She'd have to remember that. She opened the tent flap, peered into the tent with an expectant expression. "You guys going to take any longer? Or should I just start making breakfast for these nice men."
Cain was standing in front of Glitch, Raw was busy untying his ankles. He stopped suddenly, looked up at her as if he hadn't expected to see her. "DG go back outside." He pointed to the door almost angrily.
"What?" She got down on her knees to help him untie the ropes that bound his feet. "That's ridiculous." She didn't realize what he was saying, as soon as he was free, she sat up to glance over at Glitch. And that was when she saw the pool of blood under his leg. "Oh god, what happened?" She couldn't help but stare at it. He was turned away from her, leaning against the pole that held the tent up.
"Long coats." Raw said simply, wanting to comfort her but not wanting to feel her pain. So he kept his hands to himself.
"We'll worry about it outside." Cain pulled him up, staggered under Glitch's weight. Raw stood, held onto Glitch's other side.
He was awake, vaguely, but he was conscious. His eyes were glazed over as he lifted his head a little. He gave her a half smile. "Hey, doll. It's actually not as bad as it looks." He frowned slightly as he took in her appearance and the tears welling up in her eyes. "No, don't cry, it's just a flesh wound, I swear."
DG shook her head as the other's helped him out, wiped furiously at her eyes, it did them no good to cry now. She followed them out, stopping to touch her fingers to the rope around the men. It tightened, she watched their eyes bulge and was given only slight satisfaction. She didn't kill them, though she'd considered it, it wouldn't do anyone any good. She still couldn't end human life. Besides, if Glitch died because of them, she would come back and slaughter them all. That was a guarentee.