If you looked closely you could see a figure flying through the Forrest the rain beating down, wind howling as the dark figure zigzaged through out the Trees. Dodging red beams that shot at him, frantic blue eyes watching behind him. As the enemy started to gain speed.
Devan gritted his teeth in pain as one of the beams grazed his shoulder prompting the male to grip it, trying his best to keep up his speed.
But as seconds started to go by he struggled to keep concousness,offering one last weak glance behind him. The machine nearing him with concerning speed.
With the last of his energy the male started to plumit towards a nearby house which was conveniently right at his path.
You could hear the machine zoom past ad Devan body hit the ground rolling a couple times coming to a still right at the entrance at the strangers house.
The machine scanned the area looking for any signs of its target, giving Devan the chance to drag his injured body against the house walls. Trying to make himself as small as he could.
His body tensed when he heard the front door open. A male hunched over, wearing a white shirt and black tie. He had black glasses, and black pants. He held some sort of weapon in hand.
"How many times have I told you!! WE DONT WANT ANY COOKIES!!!". The male shot off his Weapon body jolting at the force, which hit the target perfectly. Prompting the machine that had been chasing Devan for the last half hour to blow up.
Devan stiffened his sorr body aching at the way he tensed as the male slowly turned his way freezing when he saw the injured Devan.
"Please don't hurt me". Deven stated softly struggling to stand. "I mean no harm that Machine". He swayed his legs giving out as he fell to his knees with a groan, one arm wrapped around his waist.
The sound of somthing dropping prompted Devan to jerk his head, the stranger had dropped his Wepon which was still smoking. Slowly itching his way towards his injured form.
"Easy". Mr. Crocker soothed his tone low. Soothing which is a word no one could even think to use about his voice. "I am not going to hurt you".
The anxiety was evident in the strangers eyes as was the injured side and while Denzel Crocker was a rather loud and spaz the Fairy Hunter knew when one had to use a more soft approach. Knowing all to well about panic attacks.
Devan swallowed dryly.
"Would you like some water?".
"If..its not to much trouble?". Deven rasped breaking into a coughing fit.
"Not at all I will be right back". The Teacher stated his eyes scanning any more sources for injuries, before going into his house. While Devan shifted wincing as he leaned up agains't the wall of the house.
"Here you go". Mr. Crocker knelt in front of Deven handing Devan a cool glass of water, earning a soft thank you. Before taking a couple gulps.
Relief washing over Devan as the cool water parching his dry throat.
As he drank Devan eyed the Teacher his eyes weairy and guarded. Nobody ever showed him kindness not without wanting somthing out of it. Thats how he got into the situation he did with the Machine.
His eyes had a hardness to it, turmoil in it. Stress was evident in his posture. And exhustion was obvious.
His hand shook very lightly as he took the cup back.
"Better?".
"Yeah". Deven grinned slightly. "Thanks".
"Anytime". Mr. Crocker cleared his throat. "Mind if I take a look at your?". He gestured at Devan's side.
Devans eyes were intense trying to see exactly what his motive was.
He couldn't see any.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice Mr. Crocker reach out until somthing cold touched his skin.
"Ok". Deven offered a weary smile the anxiety was evident.
With the strangers help Devan stood stumbling a hand grasping his own keeping him steady, and the two made their way towards Denzel Crockers house unaware that they were being watched.
"What the heck?!?". Timmy Turner stated pulling back his binoculars a pink bird and green bird on either side of his shoulder.