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Chapter 4
"Why should we waste our time trying to find a girl thats probably already gone?" A female voice asked.
"Whats goin' on?" A deep male voice split the small crowd apart, creating a path for the small band of Cannibals as they approached.
A man in his late thirties lead his small band into the center of the crowd, his dark blue eyes narrowed. A man with a scruffy beard positioned himself to the right of the blue eyed man, his eyebrow arched in curiousity.
"One of the Carrier's pets has a request for us." A man from the crowd voiced.
The scruffy bearded mans eyebrow arched higher, his voice speaking first. "What re-"
"Not interested." The blue-eyed man interjected, sending the other man a cold glare.
"Hmm, you sure?" Veetira asked while eying her nails. "It was brought to my attention that your food source seems to be...scarce."
The blue-eyed man clenched his jaw as Veetira met his gaze. "What request?"
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He stared at the teenage girls back for a long moment, frustration causing him to grind his teeth. Why did he intervene? Letting out a deep breath, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes closing briefly.
He had been in Cannibal territory long enough to recognize the signs of a Cannibal struggling to control themselves, and the Cannibal he accidentally stumbled across seemed twitchy, their fists would clench and unclench and the man had taken slow deep breaths.
He found it odd when he didn't see any fresh meat around and shrugged it off, planning to continue on his way. Instead he found himself hidden in the shadows, following the man through the trees to a ravine. His eyes narrowed when the man approached a fire, his eyes had shifted onto an odd lump on the ground.
He should have left, shrugged it off, but his instincts told him to stay, wait it out. It was the next day the lump moved, that he suddenly realized it was a teenage girl. A teenage girl that was still alive.
Letting out another frustrated breath, he let his head fall back against the tree with an audible thunk. Opening his eyes, they strayed over to the teenage girl. Why did he intervene, he asked himself again.
You knew he was taking her to the Cannibal camp as dinner, his conscious rationalized. He frowned, intervening had gotten him into a predicament he rather not be in considering he had more important issues to settle.
Rubbing a tired hand down his face, he growled under his breath before standing up. Using his feet, he prodded the teenage girl awake till she opened her eyes and blinked up at him sleepily.
"Lets go."
Farah rubbed her eyes with the cuff of her sweater and frowned at the odd stench that wafted over her nose. Sniffing her sweater sleeve, she inwardly grimaced, the odd stench was her.
"You coming?" She heard the man say, his voice distanced.
Sitting up, she saw the mans disappearing figure pass the house. Scrambling to her feet she jogged her way over to him, keeping a good amount of distance between them before she stopped and walked behind him. Retreating into her own thoughts, her feet followed the mans trail.
She had sat in front of Shelly, Mondo beside her and the other prisoners gathered around them. The temperature had dropped dramactically that night, the Scavengers had left them outside as punishment for Mondo's attempt at escaping.
She remember her teeth chattering, seeing her own breath and her fingers going numb because it was so cold. Mondo had moved, taking the empty spot behind her and pulled her back against his chest. She was thankful for the offered body heat now that she thought about it.
"Shells, tell them a story." Mondo had whispered.
Shelly had been reluctant, already knowing what the younger prisoners would want to hear. Farah had met her gaze, her hands moving, 'Just one Shelly, get their minds off the cold.'
"How about a story guys?" Shelly had asked, her light brown eyes wandering to every prisoner.
Two of the youngest out of the group had cuddled each of Shelly's side, the others huddled close. A minute hadn't even gone by before one of the young teenage boys asked the question Farah knew Shelly dreaded. "About the Plague Carriers?"
Shelly had given the young teenage boy a forced smile. "Yeah about them."
Farah remembered Shelly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she began. "Their called alotta different things. I think back in Europe they call them the Devil's kin, while other countries called them Aliens or Demons, but we sort of resorted to calling them Plague Carriers because people are guessing that the virus originated from them.
"The people who have seen them, least those who survived, say their nothing but pure evil creatures, taking pleasure in torturing their victims and killing people without mercy with their wierd supposed powers. So when you see one, or ever come across one, run the other way...never trust them with anything, all they'll do is-"
Farah remembered Shelly's eyes taking on a distance look. Mondo had picked up where she had left off, telling the younger prisoners a story of when he came across one, knowing it was to divert the attention off of Shelly at the time.
Farah snapped back into reality when she bumped into something, something being the man. Looking up, she saw him staring over his shoulder at her, an annoyed look on his face. Shuffling backwards, she stared at the ground for a moment before her eyes glanced back up at the man, his annoyed gaze no longer lingering on her but on the object in front of them. Taking a few hestitant steps, Farah stood next to the man, her eyes widening at the sight below.
They stood on the edge of a hillside, below them a ghost town was lit up by makeshift lanterns and torches. A creepy chill ran down Farah's spine, they weren't walking through there...were they?
"C'mon." the man said before walking down the hill.
Following close behind, her gray eyes took in the ghost town as they approached. Below the knee high weeds, their feet stepped onto something solid, firm. Quickly looking down Farah saw what appeared to be an old asphalt, weeds having taken the place of large cracks. Directing her attention to the town, she saw a rusted metal sign and assumed it was a welcoming sign for people who had once passed through.
Old shops sat on either side of them, their glass windows shattered or covered in a dark film of dust, spider webs, graffiti. Passing a gas station, her eyes lingered on the skeleton of a car left near a gas pump, the people of the town -or whoever passed through- stripping it of its cover, its parts used for whatever purpose.
They came across an intersection, the middle of town Farah had guessed, when they saw the first sign of life in the ghost town. The makeshift lanters and torches decorated the opposite side, a few people darted across hurriedly to other buildings before slamming doors closed.
"Stay close to me." The mans breath tickled her ear, startling her. A hand grasped her shoulder, gently pushing her forward.
They passed a few shops before the man directed her towards one on their right. He opened the door, the sound of its creaking hinges alerting a woman to appear from a back room and stand behind a counter; her eyes wary of their presence.
"Youshouldn't be here!" The woman hissed in a whisper, her dark eyes darting to the now closed door as they approached the counter.
"Whats going on?" The man asked. "Wheres Lu?
"Gone, like you should be!" The woman seemed to have registered Farah's presence as they landed on her. A noise of panic escaped the womans lips, her eyes going wide. "Get her out of here before they come!"
The man furrowed his brows. "Who?"
"Who do you think!" The woman shrieked softly. A noise from outside caused the woman to jump away from the counter and dart around it; her pale hands grabbed Farah's arm and forced her behind the counter.
A black curtain hung under the counter, the woman pushed it aside and frantically pulled out boxes before shoving Farah underneath it and pulling the curtain over the small space.
What was going on? The sound of creaking hinges indicated a new comer or that the man was leaving her. A voice confirmed the former.
"I can help you two gentleman in a moment," Farah heard the woman say softly, "Your package is in the back Disul, but I need you to help me lift it. Lu would usually get it but he's not here."
Farah heard two seperate footfalls pass her, one hurriedly, the other slow and calm.
The woman entered the back room, quickly moving to the farthest corner, fear in her eyes as she looked up at Disul. "You need to get that girl out of here now!"
"What are they doing here for?" Disul whispered while moving towards a familiar crate and object.
"Looking for something like that girl you brought in!" The woman hissed following him, her eyes landing on the crate.
Turning to the woman, one hand resting on the lid of the crate, his brows furrowed in confusion. The womans eyes widened, her voice slightly rising, "She's a descendant, a descendant that those Elf-sucker-people want!"
"How can you tell?" Disul asked, his other hand reaching for the familiar object and pulling it over his shoulder, the weight of it reminding him what he was, what he coulddo.
"Whata'ya mean how can I tell! I'm one of them! Not the one that she is, but I know she's one! Desdendants just know who other desdendants are and she's one!" The woman stated frantically in a whisper.
"Great..." Disul muttered, his hands opening the crate and reaching inside, only to feel that it was currently empty. He growled in frustration knowing fully well that Lu must have taken them as a precaution. "How am I gonna get the girl out?"
Farah stayed quiet, her gut tightening in a knot. Something wasn't right, she could feel it. She heard the two other men moving around, one slowly making their way towards the counter. She stiffened when one of the stopped moving completely.
"Do you feel that?" She heard one of the men ask.
"No." The other said in a gruff voice.
"Stand over here."
Farah's eyes widened as the other man approached. "Now what can I do for you gentlemen."
The curtain ripped open and the familiar face of the man, Disul, mouthed 'Trust me.' A type of cloth was thrown over her just then, she began to panic on the inside, her gut telling her something was wrong. What was happening?
She was hoisted out from under the counter and placed across Disul's shoulder, his footsteps quick as he moved. "Later Lidia."
The door hinges creaked, a cool breeze streamed through the cloth, she was outside. Disul's steps moved quickly, his feet patting against the asphalt. She was moved off his shoulders, the cloth falling to the ground as she was set on her feet. His hand grasped her arm, pulling her along quickly.
They reached the end of the town, returning to an open field, the woods farther out. "Walk faster."
Hastening her steps, Farah was jogging to keep up with the man. Her eyes landed on the object she failed to notice before, her feet stopping at the sight of the weapon strapped to Disul's back.
It was a large metal staff, intricate designs weaved around the metal pole, charms and feathers were wrapped around the end of two large blades, lazily swaying in the breeze. One blade jutted straight while the other curved out slightly like a hook before the tip straightened out, aligning perfectly with its sister blade.
Disul turned, annoyance crossing over his features at her, his odd brown eyes shifting to a strange color of auburn. "Shit."
Farah felt the men more than heard them, not looking over her shoulder she quickly dashed behind Disul, this man she didn't know, this man that was helping her, protecting her from whatever those men wanted, could possibly die for her and she didn't want-no couldn't allow that happen. Not again...
No words were exchanged as the Human men stared back at him, meeting his challenging gaze. He felt the teenage girl grasp the back of his shirt and tug slightly, urging him to keep moving, but he stayed rooted in the same spot, waiting.
As soon as the two men began to shift, he took a defensive stance and quickly said over his shoulder, "Run your Human ass to the woods!"
Sensing her hesitance, he growled through his teeth before he to disabled the mask of illusion and began to shift before her eyes.
Farah back pedaled as Disul grew, tan skin shifted and disappeared into teal, dark hair grew and turned silver, his five-fingered hands shifted into large three-fingered ones and as he turned to look over his shoulder, one ivory tusk was visible and his dark brown eyes turned into auburn irises before seeming to constrict into slits like a cat.
"Run!" He growled out before shifting into something else entirely.
Quickly turning around, Farah made a mad dash for the woods. An animalistic roar echoed throughout the night as she zigg-zagged through the trees, her mind replaying Disul turning into one of the Plague Carriers, shifting into a four legged beast with fur; the two other men with their green orbs and long ears, each forever burned in her mind.
A/N: Well wolf12373 hopefully in time it sounds more like a WoW story ^.^ thank you for reviewing!
And hmmm doesn't seem that long when I put it here...oh well! Will try and make them longer :)
