It makes me sad that this story doesn't get the love like "Beachtide" does. I thought this one was okay..Please review.
~Present Day~
"You got a kid?" Logan asked, following her as she started into the woods again.
"Yes. And she's gone at the moment, so I don't have the time to reminisce with you." Keka snapped. She stopped, holding out a hand to him. "Quiet." She slunk low, moving soundlessly through the thicket, sniffing the whole way.
Logan could suddenly smell Rainwater.
"Come on." Keka whispered. "I need your help if you're coming with me."
"And I'm ready to give it. Just instruct me here." Logan said, moving to her side.
Keka peered out into a clearing, where a small, pale feral child lay on the ground. She was bound at her hands and ankles. Keka's eyes glassed over in anger.
"See the doctors?" Keka asked, pointing to the two men in white coats. "Keep them at bay. I don't care how, but keep them away from us."
"Check." Logan nodded. He couldn't see how this could take any more then a few minutes-grab the kid and run.
Keka darted out of the woods and to her daughter, dropping to her knees and furiously ripping at her restraints, shredding them within moments. Logan charged the doctors as they ran at her, slashing them with minor wounds. They fell back, gasping and yelling in more pain then they could have been in. Logan worried about a second set of doctors.
"Keka," Logan turned toward her. "we gotta get outta here, darlin', let's -"
Keka kneeled with her child, her hands cradling her face. Her wild eyes glittered brilliantly, settling on her daughter.
"Keka! We Have To *Go*." He shouted, hearing the beat of more men rushing towards them. They were far off, but not for long.
"She's not healthy, yet. I can't move her while I do this!"
"Well then finish it later!" Logan screamed, running toward her. Finally, she pulled back, her eyes falling back to their iridescent colour. Logan gathered the child in his arms, taking off into the woods with Keka close behind him.
~~~
Logan shifted the child in his arms quickly, shuffling out of his coat and dropping it on the ground. Keka dropped to spread it out, bunching a sleeve to put under the tiny feral's head. He lowered her softly onto his coat, stepping back as Keka frantically took the child's head in her hands, her eyes staring to shine almost immediately.
Logan moved toward her, getting a good look at the young girl she held in her hands; she was a pale blue, barely noticeable if you weren't near her, with frizzed layers of hair in thick curls of dark indigo. The scent of Rainwater radiated off her, fairly strong and constant.. It was undertoned by the signature Creed scent.
"Please. Please." Keka mumbled to herself, the strange luminescence settling over the both of them.
"Keka, I don't think it's safe to-"
Keka cut into the safe quiet of the woods, screaming in animalistic yowls. Her back arched hard and her eyes went black, the glow vanishing from them. She released her daughter and tumbled back in the grass, coughing, tears flooding onto her cheeks.
"Keka!" Logan dropped next to her shaking form. "Keka, what happened?"
"I couldn't handle it." She moaned. "There's something wrong...I.... it's too much. I can't handle it."
Logan helped Keka into a sitting position as she pushed herself off the ground, holding her head as her eyes slowly began to lighten. She regarded her trembling daughter with wide, grey eyes.
"I have to get her help. I can't let her die." She said, crawling away from him and to the unconscious girl. "I won't let her die."
~Present Day~
"You got a kid?" Logan asked, following her as she started into the woods again.
"Yes. And she's gone at the moment, so I don't have the time to reminisce with you." Keka snapped. She stopped, holding out a hand to him. "Quiet." She slunk low, moving soundlessly through the thicket, sniffing the whole way.
Logan could suddenly smell Rainwater.
"Come on." Keka whispered. "I need your help if you're coming with me."
"And I'm ready to give it. Just instruct me here." Logan said, moving to her side.
Keka peered out into a clearing, where a small, pale feral child lay on the ground. She was bound at her hands and ankles. Keka's eyes glassed over in anger.
"See the doctors?" Keka asked, pointing to the two men in white coats. "Keep them at bay. I don't care how, but keep them away from us."
"Check." Logan nodded. He couldn't see how this could take any more then a few minutes-grab the kid and run.
Keka darted out of the woods and to her daughter, dropping to her knees and furiously ripping at her restraints, shredding them within moments. Logan charged the doctors as they ran at her, slashing them with minor wounds. They fell back, gasping and yelling in more pain then they could have been in. Logan worried about a second set of doctors.
"Keka," Logan turned toward her. "we gotta get outta here, darlin', let's -"
Keka kneeled with her child, her hands cradling her face. Her wild eyes glittered brilliantly, settling on her daughter.
"Keka! We Have To *Go*." He shouted, hearing the beat of more men rushing towards them. They were far off, but not for long.
"She's not healthy, yet. I can't move her while I do this!"
"Well then finish it later!" Logan screamed, running toward her. Finally, she pulled back, her eyes falling back to their iridescent colour. Logan gathered the child in his arms, taking off into the woods with Keka close behind him.
~~~
Logan shifted the child in his arms quickly, shuffling out of his coat and dropping it on the ground. Keka dropped to spread it out, bunching a sleeve to put under the tiny feral's head. He lowered her softly onto his coat, stepping back as Keka frantically took the child's head in her hands, her eyes staring to shine almost immediately.
Logan moved toward her, getting a good look at the young girl she held in her hands; she was a pale blue, barely noticeable if you weren't near her, with frizzed layers of hair in thick curls of dark indigo. The scent of Rainwater radiated off her, fairly strong and constant.. It was undertoned by the signature Creed scent.
"Please. Please." Keka mumbled to herself, the strange luminescence settling over the both of them.
"Keka, I don't think it's safe to-"
Keka cut into the safe quiet of the woods, screaming in animalistic yowls. Her back arched hard and her eyes went black, the glow vanishing from them. She released her daughter and tumbled back in the grass, coughing, tears flooding onto her cheeks.
"Keka!" Logan dropped next to her shaking form. "Keka, what happened?"
"I couldn't handle it." She moaned. "There's something wrong...I.... it's too much. I can't handle it."
Logan helped Keka into a sitting position as she pushed herself off the ground, holding her head as her eyes slowly began to lighten. She regarded her trembling daughter with wide, grey eyes.
"I have to get her help. I can't let her die." She said, crawling away from him and to the unconscious girl. "I won't let her die."