I'm just gonna skip ahead now, is that okay? Because the main just of GONE is Caine and Sam fighting and defeating the big poof. Not very intresting stuff happened in Perdido Beach during that time... other than the creation of fish.
Violet was at the daycare, helping take care of littles. Everything was fairly normal that day and she just wanted to go home and sleep off her headache. She sits on the floor and idly braids a little brunette's hair to pass the time. When she was done braiding it into two pigtails, she unbraids it and starts again, this time with only one pigtail. She only came here because she was waiting for Sonia to come back with whatever news from Sam she could get. Krissy? She's having a 'sick day'.
"The peace before the storm." Sonia says from the doorway, covered in ash.
"What happened to you?" Mary looks my sister up and down.
"I tripped and fell into the remnants of Astrid's house."
"Your not all to graceful for a dancer, are you?"
Sonia shakes her head and comes to sit beside Violet. She lays back to stare at the ceiling for awhile, closing her eyes and possibly going to sleep. Violet stares down at her sister highly annoyed, planning to go home after Sonia got back.
Not watch her take a nap.
Quinn had come through, planning ot go on the roof. Mary covers the closest childrens' eyes, Violet copying her actions. Quinn quickly apologizes and disapears into the back entrance, climbing up the ladder. Violet was slightly spooked, being that Quinn was using the roof of the day care as a place to shoot...
Sonia squirms around on the ground, grimacing and almost rolling over the brunette child that Violet was watching.
"Sonia, you-"
The wall explodes, throwing debris everywhere. Sonia dosen't move. Coyotes flood the room, little kids thrashing and running to the farthest corners of the room. Violet grabs a broom and protects whatever kids went running behind her. She never did like dogs. Then, Drake saunters into the room like he owned the place.
"Oh shit.." Mary breathes, backing up to the nearest wall along with all the other kids.
Pack Leader stands in front of Sonia's unconcious body, hunger tugging at the back of his mind. She was right there. He didn't think a little snack would hurt.
Sonia's eyes spring open suddenly, staring up into the coyotes muzzle. She shreiks, kicking out her feet and scrambling back with the other kids. She then spots Drake, her gaze wandering to her hand. Violet, Mary and Jhon eye her, curious to what was going through her mind.
"What's with your arm, Drake?" She challenges, stepping forward and kicking at a coyote snapping at her. "Looks different from the last time I've seen it."
"The gaiaphage gave it to me..." Drake snaps his snake-like arm at Sonia, making her jump back a bit. "You like?"
Sonia whistles in amazement, "Kinky."
Drake scowls at the girl, clenching his fist. Sonia simply smiles and waves like the shy-girl she isn't. Sonia swivels her head around as a single coyote walks up on one of her favorite kids(even if she didn't know the kids name). She scowls and saunters right over, standing between the kid and the coyote.
This girl is crazy... Mary watches with wide-eyes.
Krissy sniffles, hating the feeling of the horrible headache she had. She had crashed at Astrid's(new) house, taking another forbidden run. She never left. She shoves her face into a pillow and groans in annoyance.
She sits up, sensing someone staring at her, "Oh hey, Petey."
She gets no answer, just a continuous blank stare. She shrugs it off and opens her window, watching as a small group of kids go into the church, the rest standing in a line.
Astrid jogs into the room, shooting Kristy an unsure gaze.
"Let's go," Astrid simply says, firmly grabbing Little Pete's hand. "You feeling better?"
"As good as I'm gonna get." Krissy grins, following Astrid out the room and out the house, to the centre square.
Krissy's grin fades as she sees an all-to-familar Coates SUV, slightly beaten up from the last time she'd seen it, coming down the road. She looks to her left and right to see kids of all ages(other than the tykes) standing in this line. It dawns on her that something bad was about to happen.
She felt it before she saw it. The warm body, matted fur and gnarled mouth. She kicks and screams, trying hard to push the coyote off. Kids around her run like hell, more coyotes swarming around the area. She uses her forearm for protection, vice-like jaws sinking into it. She stops kicking her feet and tries her best to calm down. She makes it into a sitting postion, soon getting to her feet. She spots a kid aiming a gun at her. She holds her arm away, the coyote dropping down to the ground, whimpering in pain as a gun shot goes off.
She joins the crowd in running like mad chickens, sickness not really helping her situation. She sees a brown blur in front of her, that blur suddenly flying across the road. She freezes in shock.
"Hey, Kris." Sonia smirks, gripping a baseball bat. "I told you I had great timing."
Krissy blinks slowly, her eyes widening slightly more, "What happened-"
"Not important, here." Sonia tosses Krissy a pocket knife, then she's gone. Disapearing into the rush of kids and beasts.
Krissy tries to figure out what could've made the marks on her sister, making her way through the crowd, slashing at any beast to come near her. Sonia was soaked in blood from the chest down. It looked like someone cut into her chest, then her thigh. The cuts were jagged and uneven, so they couldn't have been knife marks. Krissy spots another glimpse of Sonia, almost dropping her knife at the sight of Sonia's back.
"What the hell happened..."
Violet stops as she sees Caine and Sam facing off. She'd never seen any of their powers up-close, but now she thought they were pretty cool. She dives behind and over turned trashcan as objects and ashes fly everywhere. Violet was fine with no one noticing her, she wasn't much of a fighter. In fact, she was a pacifist. Sam and Caine seem to stare off into space for 1, maybe 2 second.
Violet knits her eye brows together in confusion. Why stop fighting? If even for a little amount of time... She pushes the thought away as she feels somethings hot breath going down her back. She turns around slowly and comes face-to-face with Pack Leader. She raises her eye brow at the dog.
"You are one ugly mutt." She comments, rising to her feet and running off as fast as her legs would carry her.
She lost track of the Brothers' fight, all she knew was that a bunch of hot, green light just came inches away from her back. She whirls around, jogging backwards to see Pack Leader retreating and a pissed off Sam blasting his light at coyotes. She grins sourly, following the crowd to safe distances.
The coyotes retreat, so do the remaining Coates kids, and the kids of Perdido Beach are left to lick their wounds(not literally, ew).
A scream erupts from the triplet's house, from Sonia's bedroom, then another and the sound of crashing things. Even some crying.
"Adrenaline sometimes acts as a pain killer." Dahra recites from one of the many medical books she skimmed. "Once it's gone, the pain is back, sometimes made worse depending on what the hell your doing."
"Wait, what even happened to her?" Krissy questions, standing outside the room with Dahra and Violet.
"They're whip-marks, hun. Violet, you were with her... What the hell happened?"
Violet sighs, "She was teasing Drake. I don't know why, but she was. I look away for half a second, and she's screaming."
"Go find Lana, she's healing kids around town." Dahra sighs. "I'll try and find more pain killer... You three need those too often."
"Sorry." Violet jogs away to go find Lana.
"She's gonna get herself killed at this rate." Krissy scowls.
Lana emerges from Sonia's room, Sonia following closely behind gushing and clinging to Lana's arm with many 'Thank Yous'. Lana sighs and pries the girl off.
"Looks like she's back to normal." Violet smacks Sonia upside the head. "Are you insane! Teasing Drake? Really?"
"Ouch! Sorry, but he was just asking for it!" Sonia rubs her head. "But I'm fine, right?"
"He could've killed you!"
"From what I've seen personally." Lana cuts into their little arguement. "Drake was going easy on her."