"Desmond! Desmond!" A husky voice called out from the darkness, though neither teen could pinpoint the exact spot. Jezebel froze in her spot, her grip on Desmond's arm tightening. "Jezebel!" The voice cried out, this time it was a much younger one- if Jezebel had to be absolutely sure, she would bet that it was her younger brother Thomas. "C'mon," Desmond urged as another voice called out, though she couldn't tell whose voice it was this time.

Desmond slipped her hand from his arm and instead held her hand tightly. With just one glance, Jezebel could see the fear in his eyes; the fear that they would get caught, and something else that she couldn't explain with words. But fear wasn't the only thing that she saw- it was anger.

Instead of saying something rational like "We should head back.", she simply closed her mouth and nodded before running off, clutching his hand tightly. Like this they couldn't run as fast as they usually could, but just the feel of each other's skin assured them that they could keep going.

Assurance. Something that they couldn't get from the Farm. She could understand why Desmond wanted to leave. She could understand why Abstergo and the Templars just seemed like fairy tales. You couldn't exactly fight something if it didn't have a body, let alone a face to put the blame on.

"Desmond, where are you?" This time it was a feminine voice that cried out for her son, but even from this far, Jezebel could feel the fear and anxiety in her voice. "Don't let go," Desmond murmured, the same anxiousness in his voice. Yet again, Jezebel nodded and kept running with the comfort of Desmond's hand in hers.

God, it was so dark. Desmond didn't want to take the roads. They were just too dangerous to escape on, and too open for either of the teen's liking's The woods seemed endless. Trees tall and small, all alike. Sometimes a branch or two would hit Jezebel's face, surely scratching it up, but she didn't feel it. All she could feel was the bitter cold against her new wounds and the warmth that came from her best friend's hand.

Pretty soon, the voices died down in the darkness. The only noise that she heard was the footsteps and the occasional grunt and the break of a branch beneath their feet. It felt like she'd run a million miles, she was so exhausted. She'd never ran so much at once in her life, and she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

Pretty soon the scenery changed. The darkness of the forest was behind them and they were out in the open with the pale moonlight to light up what they had stumbled upon.

Desmond was the first to stop, tugging Jezebel back to him. For a moment she thought he was about to turn back, but as she looked at his face, she didn't see him looking back. His brown eyes were fixated on something in front of them. He slipped his hand from hers and walked forward.

"Des..." Jezebel murmured quietly, her eyes never leaving him until the moment his knees hit the ground. The grovel beneath his weight crunched slightly, though it was almost muffled from the sound of the running stream in front of him. Jezebel took a step forward. Within seconds, she felt like she was about to fall to the ground, too, but she gripped Desmond's shoulder tightly to prevent it. "Des... are you alright?"

"Fine." Was his answer. Slowly, Jezebel bent down as well, though with him being slightly taller than her, his height blocked out the moonlight, giving her the access to see his face clearly. Even in the dark she could see the tiredness in his face, the bags under his eyes prominent.

Her grip on his shoulder loosened and she was soon rubbing it comfortingly, her head cocked to the side to see his face clearly."As much as I want to stop, we can't stay here. We have to keep moving." She whispered to him. She didn't get as much as a head nod before he stood up. She got up just as quickly as he did, just in case he was going to run- whether it be back where they came or forward, she'd follow.

A small part of her wished that he would just turn back. Sure, there would be punishment, but she was sure that if he talked to his father about why he left, he'd get the answers that he wanted. But another part of her wanted to leave. She was tired of getting up so early to train and doing things the same way, like clockworks. If the Templars were such a big threat,she'd want to be out there fighting the source, not getting up before dawn to drink apple juice and train.

This time, Desmond looked down at her. "Let's go." He said, taking a step forward and into the creek. Before the shallow part of it ended, he climbed up on a rock and jumped from one to the other. Maybe training had given them a slight advantage, Jezebel figured. She soon followed in his footsteps, though a little more graceful than Desmond.

Soon she grabbed his hand again and walked forward. Desmond paused briefly, slightly surprised from the sudden skin contact, but soon kept going as well."Do you even know where we're going?" She questioned, her stony gaze piercing the side of his head, and he could feel it. Instead of meeting her gaze, he looked away.

He didn't have a plan. He just wanted to run- get away from the 'comforts' of the Farm. Soon enough he sighed and shook his head."No."

"Brilliant," Jezebel muttered, though it barely caught up to Desmond's ears."Just brilliant." Like the last time they had carried on a conversation, Desmond could feel the anger coming back. It wasn't necessarily for her, but at everything having to do with the Farm. "We'll hitch a ride." She confirmed."But we'll do that tomorrow. We need to find a place to sleep."

"Since when did you become the leader?" Desmond asked, letting his hand slip from hers once again. An aggravated sigh radiated from Jezebel's throat as she turned to look at him stopping. Desmond stopped as well, his gaze piercing hers.

"You really wanna start this?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Normally the passive teen wouldn't be so bold, but when stupidity arose, she had no choice but to do something about it. As seconds ticked on, neither of them looked away from the other. Brown eyes pierced brown."No." Desmond finally said, though not taking his eyes off of her.

"I don't. I just..." his gaze faltered and he looked away with a shake of his head. "I just want to sleep." Simple, if they weren't beside a creek. Jezebel sighed and uncrossed her arms, the stony expression replaced with a softer one.

"Let's keep walking. I'm sure there's a clearing somewhere."