A/N: AU...means Alternate Universe, no? Yes...no...maybe so? Pretty positive it is...yeah pretty sure! x)
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Chapter 2
Farah had heard rumors of the Plague Carriers. Refugees would whisper about them amongst themselves, tell stories of some being held and experimented on by the government before the virus had even broke loose. She never thought she would become a witness to seeing such a creature.
"Yah call meh a demon, I call meh a Troll."
A large three finger hand was wrapped around the injured mans neck, tightening as every second ticked by. With the flick of a wrist, a bone snapped, then the man slipped out of the creatures grip, lifeless on the ground.
Farah's eyes widened, a small noise escaped her throat as the creature turned its head, eying her over its shoulder. Slowly it stood, auburn irises locked onto the handgun that was now shaking in her palms.
She opened her mouth to speak, give a warning, but her words wouldn't come; it was certain situations like these that her knowledge of words would leave her. At a young age Farah was diagnosed with a type of anxiety disorder, Selective Mutism.
The creature turned suddenly, cocking its head towards the sky as if listening for something. Her index finger tightened on the trigger slightly before she relieved the pressure, gun slipping from her fingers, landing in her lap. Something told her it was wrong to shoot the creature, then again she highly doubted she would have been able to hit it.
Many sufferers of Selective Mutism had a positive side affect; above-average intelligence, perception, inquisitiveness, creativity, a love for art or music, empathy and sensitivity to others' thoughts and feelings. Farah's positive side affect, a strong sense of right and wrong.
The creatures eyes shifted towards her frightened figure, narrowing slightly. A deep animalistic growl escaped the creatures throat, its eyes seeming to shift from a normal eye to that of a cats, pupils constricting to slits, or was that the moon's light playing tricks on her? The creature's auburn irises met her gray ones, its eyes normal, before darting in the direction she had run from, disappearing.
Waiting a few moments, she slowly stood, her legs trembling under her, not only from the frightening situation but from running such a short distance. She couldn't recall how long it had been since she had actaully run like that.
Moving away from the body of the lifeless man, Farah moved as swiftly as her jelly like legs could carry her through the unfamiliar terrain. Clouds once again hid the full moon, darkening the woods. Squinting her eyes, she trudged through the darkness, her steps unsteady, fatigue beginning to seep in on her strained body. Placing her right foot in front of the left, she felt herself falling forward, eyes closing from exhaustion before she collasped.
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"I asked fo yah master's name, demon." The Troll ground out, fist tightening around the Succubus' neck. Claws dug into his wrist, blood slowly trickling down to drip onto the dirt ground, his patience dwindling on thin ice.
"Revhus!" The demon gasped out.
Grinding his teeth, the Troll dropped the Succubus to the ground. That was not the name he was looking for, hoping for. His auburn irises landed on a stocky Human standing next to four younger Humans, he sensed what they were when he walked into the destroyed camp. Red had swam on the edges of his vision once he laid eyes on the pet, blood lust surged through his viens as he franctically looked for the owner, only to be angered by the fact they weren't here and now on the edge of losing it for believing he finally found the bastard.
He hoped the damned Succubus' master suffered, for even he knew those Humans wouldn't satisfy a Blood Elf's need in this world. Turning he walked off, disappearing into the shadows.
The Succubus rubbed her throat glaring daggers in the direction the Troll had retreated into. A harsh tug was pulled on the so called bond she had with the Warlock, he was chanting the demonic words to summon her to his side. "My master calls, I suggest you begin to head back."
Stepping back into the shadows, she found herself in the dark void before she took a step forward, her hoofed feet meeting that of a stone floor as the dark void released her into her master's presence.
"Why didn't I feel the one that seemed so...tantalizing?" A voice asked in Thalassian.
"Master." The Succubus purred, swaying her hips as she walked to the cloaked figures side. "He's bringing them here as we speak."
Fel green orbs glanced down at the Succubus, thin lips forming into a line. "Find that Human Veetira."
The Succubus pursed her lips. "Yes master."
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An unfamiliar warmth surrounded her, it was nice, warmer than her sweater. A fire crackled and popped close by, furrowing her brows she didn't remember Shelly or Mondo moving her near a fire to sleep. Opening her eyes she stared into the flames that flickered to an fro, dancing in front of a pair of dark brown eyes that was watching her.
Farah visibly tensed, she wasn't with Shelly or Mondo nor in the Scanvenger camp. The nights incident came back to her, she had collasped somewhere unfamiliar. Her eyes darted wildly around, a faint sound of running water reached her ears; they were in what seemed to be a ravine, camping on the bank near a steep rock wall.
"Hungry?"
Startled by the male voice, her gray eyes widened as the man stood, walking around the fire to crouch in front of her, a cooked fish staked through a stick in hand. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest, shrinking against the dirt covered ground, eyes downcast.
The man quirked an eyebrow. "You've been out a whole day, I'd eat."
A whole day? Glancing at the sky she saw an orange-purpilish hue, the sun was setting. Her eyes shifted to the cooked fish, the smell teasing her starved stomach. As if to prove it was starved her stomach let out a low growl.
The man placed the fish in front of her face, saying in a stern voice, "Eat."
Farah knew that tone of voice, Shelly used it when she offered her food and wouldn't take no as an answer. Slowly she sat up, a fur blanket she hadn't realized that was placed on her, fell around her waist. Hesitantly she reached for the fish, taking it in her hand, avoiding eye contact with the man.
Satisfied that she took the fish, the man stood walking off down the side of the bank, disappearing into the green brush at the end of the ravine. Staring in the direction the man had left a moment longer her stomach growled, demanding attention. Looking at the fish, she sniffed it. It smelled fine...
Taking a bite, her shoulders slumped and eyes closed. It was wonderful to taste a cooked fish again. Savouring the taste she chewed slowly before swallowing. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as his face appeared from the dark recess of her mind once again, the same blur covering his features. He had hated fish, but cooked it for her because he knew it was her favorite.
She sniffed, why couldn't she remember his face, he was family. The only family she had before the virus epidemic. Opening her eyes, the tears fell freely as she took small nibbles of the fish.
Selective Mutism - (SM) is an anxiety disorder in which a person, who is normally capable of speech is unable to speak in given situations, or to specific people. Selective mutism usually co-exists with shyness or (often severe) social anxiety.
A/N: I was in computer class and stumbled across Selective mutism by accident. I had heard of Mute people but never SM and did some research on it and then Farah's character appeared in my mind. I'm challenging my self to keep Farah in the SM character cause i do have a tendecies for my characters to turn their personalities in a complete 180. x)
