Delta didn't waste any time gawking around. She went straight for the tree line she emerged out of before. It was now dark and there were some lights in the forest, but not enough to make anyone feel safe.

"Why did she make me come back now?" Delta thought to herself. That was pretty selfish of Miss Sidney But then again, why would she expect more from her?

Delta weaved her way through a giant root on the base of a massive blue tree. She avoided serious falls as she made her way home.

Suddenly she heard a branch snap on the ground. Delta froze. She heard it again, this time quieter but closer. She whipped her head around looking for the source of the sound, her heart beginning to race.

She didn't know who was out there, but she didn't intend on finding out.

Delta did her best to discreetly peek around the tree, but caught her foot under a mangled root and fell on her side. She partially fell because she was clumsy, but also because she saw the weird blonde man from the bar just casually strolling by.

He stopped when he heard Delta fall and faced her direction.

"Oh dear god." Delta began to panic when he saw her. She tried to scramble up from the ground, but her foot was caught under the root in an unnatural position that didn't allow her to escape. She tugged at her leg, but that only made her yelp out in pain. Delta quickly brought her hands to her face to cover her mouth. She cursed herself silently.

The masked man had begun to head in Delta's direction. Delta whimpered as she tugged on her leg more carefully this time. This was bad. Out of all the things to happen, and she couldn't even run. Delta was so focused on getting her foot free she hadn't realized how close the man was until now. Delta stopped suddenly and slowly looked up at him with widened eyes and a open mouth.

"I...I was going home…" Delta informed him. Her voice shook as she spoke and came out in a cracked whisper. The man didn't respond, but just kept staring at her through his mask. His silence was nerve wracking, but the fact that there wasn't a face to put with the rest of him made everything more frightening.

Delta folded her shaking hands in her lap and let her eyes dart away for a moment. She was terrified but she wanted to make sure there was no one accompanying this man.

"Um….are you here alone?" Delta dared to ask the person in front of her. She shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to play it off as if she weren't terrified, but she ended up giving a nervous shudder in the end. The masked man cocked his head at her a little, still unmoving, observing Delta. She had to look away again... it made her feel scared and cheated that someone had the luxury of seeing everything she was feeling but there was no way for her to read him and his emotions.

To her surprise, the man, crouched down on the grass in front of her, resting his knees on the field. He turned to his side and slipped out one of the scythes from his sash to attach it to the metal contraption on his arm.

Delta gulped and blinked her eyes.

''What are you doing?" Delta whimpered, covering what she could of her legs. The man failed to respond again, and rested his free hand on the tree root. He planted his scythed hand on the gnarled tree root that caught Delta's ankle and began to saw it apart. Delta covered her eyes a little, not sure if he was helping her free, or trying to torture her before deciding to kill her.

She heard the last few fibers of the root snap apart and the pressure on her ankle was lifted. She peeked through her fingers at the sight before her. The masked guy was putting his scythe back to his side and her ankle was completely free of the plant. Delta lowered her hands from her face and brushed her shoulder length hair away from her forehead, kind of taken aback by what had just happened.

"Th-thank you?" She told him. It came out more like a question than an honest thanks. She was relieved but she still wasn't sure what was going on.

The masked man faced her for a moment and grunted softly.

"Who are you?" Delta asked.

"It doesn't matter" He finally spoke back to her. Delta remembered his voice. It was very deep but oddly soft for such a strangely intimidating man.

"You're with that bunch of pirates. I saw you back at the bar" Delta reminded him.

"That's none of your business." He replied coolly.

Delta took that as her sign to shut it. Just because he saved her foot doesn't mean he wouldn't hang her at any moment. And if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to hush when people told her

"Sorry" Delta cowered. The masked man looked back at her and sighed. He wondered why she was so quick to take what he said to her.

"Where are you going?" He asked Delta flatly.

"I um...I was going to area 40." Delta shrugged at him.

"Home?" He asked.

Delta began to reply, she wasn't sure she wanted to let him know where she lived. She really didn't want to give a reason for a band of outlaws to come to her part of town. But earlier she had said to him she was headed home anyways….

"Yeah" she lowered her head and nodded.

The masked man stared at her intently, making Delta nervous again. She could feel his eyes on her.

"Your ankle looks swollen…." He spoke quietly.

Delta blinked and looked at her ankle. Her dark skinned had turned a deep purple around it and did indeed appear puffy. She had forgotten about it honestly. She failed to have any feeling in it after the root was taken off of it. Delta tried to slowly turn it to the side but barely moved it an inch before she had to cry out in pain.

The man tilted his head at her like he was expecting something. Delta knew he was aware that there was no way she was able to walk home tonight but she refused to address it.

She quickly planted her hands on the grass beside her.

"Well! Thanks for your help! I think I need to go home now." Delta warned him with a cheesy smile. She attempted to push herself up from the ground but once her foot was flattened on the grass, she tumbled to her side. Delta let out another yelp and pulled her leg closer to herself.

"That was really loud." The man pointed out.

"Isn't that the point of screaming?" Delta whined between clenched teeth. She lay her leg out in front of her in a more comfortable position. There wasn't any way this was going to work without assistance.

"You need help" He told her quietly and stood up on his own.

"No thank you" Delta quickly replied and shook her head no vigorously. She didn't want any more help from him. She didn't want this guy to think she owed him a favor because he freed her. For all Delta knew he already had plans…

"I guess I'll just leave you here then." The man replied nonchalantly. He turned on his heel and began to walk away.

Delta looked around frantically. She didn't want to be left alone here all night! If she could even make it through the night. She had no idea who else may come through the forest at any moment. A blood curdling scream in the distance followed by gunfire made her call back to the leaving man.

"Wait!" She whispered loudly and waved her hand in his direction. He stopped and turned his head a little, waiting for her to speak more.

"I uh...I do need your help...more. I think. But no funny stuff." Delta warned him.

He turned back to her and tilted his head to the side a little, confused.

"...funny stuff?' He murmured back to her.

"Uh...yeah...none of that...and can you please tell me your name? I at least need to know that much" Delta pleaded.

"In case you try to strangle me and I need to run for my life to the authorities." She thought to herself.

He came back towards her and stood over Delta whose smile faded.

"My name is Killer" He finally admitted.

"Oh that's great " Delta retorted, sarcastically cheery.

He didn't respond, so Delta assumed that he either didn't hear her or just didn't care. Killer held out his hand to her and she carefully grabbed it, afraid to touch the arm guards on his wrists. He pulled her up, surprisingly gently and helped her balance on the ground.

"Can you walk at all?" Killer asked.

"Oh dear god I hope so." Delta thought to herself. She couldn't fathom him helping her all the way home. She refused to let that thought cross her mind. It was too terrifying.

She lifted her left foot to take a step forward and it was fine, but she tried to follow with her right foot and she nearly toppled over again. Killer caught her by the forearm and pulled him towards himself to break her fall. Delta fell into his uncovered chest and sputtered. She felt him tense up as she pushed herself back up on her two feet.

"Sorry" She muttered.

Killer didn't reply.

"Great here we are with the awkward silence again" Delta thought.

"So I think I need to-" She started, but she was cut short when she was quickly swept up off her feet and Killer had her in his arms and started walking her away with him, bridal style.

"What are you doing?" Delta squealed.

"We clearly weren't getting anywhere with what you were trying to do." Killer mumbled.

Delta gritted her teeth and tried to mentally avoid her current position. She was doing all she could to just tap out and escape this situation. She didn't dislike Killer, but she was absolutely mortified by what was happening. And what was worse is that, he seemed so okay with this. Especially because Delta couldn't read his face. There was no way of knowing if he was cool with it or as horrified as she was.

"Which way" He asked. It came out more like a statement.

"..There?" Delta pointed. Her reply came out more like a question. She never realized how unsure she sounded about it until now. As a matter of fact she always sounded unsure about everything. Killer seemed so confident and collected. But the helmet almost contradicted that, but not much.

Killer turned sharply in the direction that Delta had pointed to. The night was not so young anymore and if it weren't for the several lamps and the bioluminescent plants littering the meadow, they would surely be lost by now. Maybe Killer was lost, Delta thought. Who knows? She was afraid to make conversation, but the silence was just awful.

"So….why were you out here?" Delta tried to talk to him.

"I needed quiet" Killer told her.

Delta shook her head

"You're not going to find it there, it's always quiet where I live" She nodded assuring him. Then she twisted her mouth, realizing what she had just done. What am I doing? Trying to encourage him to come over here?

"There's a lot of marines over there though" She tried to add in a lie.

"No there isn't, they're all back there or in area 60." Killer reminded her.

"...That's fantastic." Delta nodded. Well, she tried.

"You aren't a very good liar" Killer quickly looked down at her.

'I know...I'm sorry" Delta hung her head and covered her face embarrassed.

"...You're sorry for failing to lie to me?" Killer asked slowly. Delta shifted her eyes around awkwardly trying to avoid the question. She attempted to focus on what she could hear around her. An owl, some crickets, Killers shoes crunching on some fallen leaves as he carried her still. It was too painful.

"I guess." Delta smiled up at him and kicked her good leg out.

Killer sighed loudly.

"You shouldn't be so sorry for everything. It makes you look weak"

"Well I am…" Delta mumbled.

"Admitting you're weak also makes you look weak"

"Why are you telling me this?" Delta frowned.

Killer paused for a moment.

"I don't know. But I'm not sorry about it." He teased her

"Hey, fuck you!" Delta snapped. And fell to the ground.

"OWW!" She wailed rubbing her head. She parted her curls away from the spot that hit the ground and rubbed it. Killer had dropped her, very quickly.

"What did you do that for?!" Delta shouted up at Killer angrily. Then she realized who she was yelling at. She pursed her lips together in a sad attempt to hide her growing annoyance.

"I said you didn't have to be sorry. You didn't need to yell at me." Killer shrugged. Clearly his feelings weren't hurt but he was right.

"Yeah but...you...started it." Delta realized how childish that line sounded, but she had to remind him.

"I was hoping you would ignore it" Killer spoke calmly.

"I guess I could have..." Delta agreed and folded her arms.

Without warning, Killer scooped her up again and continued on their trek towards area 40.

"You didn't say sorry." Killer reminded Delta. She scowled up back at him confused.

"That's a good thing." Killer said. He didn't even have to look at the girl's face to know what was going on.

"..Oh…" Delta sounded satisfied.