The group had not traveled for more than five minutes, when they were shoved to the ground again.
"Take off your bags, you hand ties are loose enough," the second voice spoke up again. The group reached up cautiously, and took the bags off their heads. Shock came to them immediately. Two girls stood there, each holding a bow and arrow, ready to fire. The one girl had dirty blonde hair, that was wavy, her bangs swept neatly to the side. She had light brown eyes, and a stubborn look on her face. Her body looked athletically built, and she stood a few inches taller than the other one.
The second one had dark wine red hair, and killer blue eyes. Her hair was straight; some bangs covering her forehead, but not hiding the ambitious look in her eyes. She too had an athletic built body. The blonde had her arrow aimed at Cain, the other had hers aimed at Glitch. The blonde narrowed her eyes slightly. "Where are you from?" she asked.
"Don't answer that," Cain spoke up. The blonde raised her one eyebrow. "You're not very bright…" she paused and looked him up and down. "A cop…oh yea, I forgot something…" she stepped closer to Cain and stole his gun from his belt. She resumed her position of holding her bow and arrow at his face. "Now you going to tell me where you are from?" she asked.
Cain just stared up at the girl. "Fine, we'll start with the pretty one…" she said, turning to her bow and arrow towards Azkadellia. Azkadellia's eyes widened. "We're from the northern Island!" Glitch blurted out. The red headed one turned to face him. "The northern island, never head of it…" she said. "It's real! It really is!" Glitch spoke up again, his eyes fearful.
He turned to look at Cain, and got even more nervous. "Typical Long Coat strategy. Make up a imaginary place, and try to save your life…" the red headed said, looking at the blonde one, who continued to burn a hole in Cain's face with her hard stare. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Scary women with weapons! We are NOT Longcoats," Glitch said, his voice finding some strength.
The two girls turned to face him. "Then what are you?" the red headed one asked. "Let's see. We know we have a tin man, clearly. A wannabe little tin man, two pretty girls, and a Zipperhead who can't shut up," the blonde one said, her eyes scanning the prisoners. She lowered her bow, and the red headed followed suit. She sighed. "I guess we shouldn't kill you. If you're not long coats…or Baguns…" she said, looking the second girl.
"Thank you," Azkadellia said with a polite nod. "But," the red headed one spoke up "We aren't going to just let you go. You're coming with us, back to our place of rest,"
"You mean your house?" DG spoke up. The two girls exchanged a look. It seemed as though five different emotions passed through the exchanged look. "Our place of rest…" the blonde spoke up. She turned to face the red-headed. "I'll lead, you trail them. Make sure they all stay with us," she said, shooting a look at DG. DG felt confused for a second, but quickly looked away. The blonde started off up the hill, the group following.
"Did you make that bow all by yourself?" Glitch asked the red head, after about fifteen minutes of walking. "Yes," she said, looking at the ground. "Was it hard?" he asked, getting a side-glance from Cain. "Yes," she said, looking over the trees. "Oh, do you think you could teach-"
"No," she interrupted. "Oh, okay…" Glitch said, seeming crestfallen. Cain looked at the blonde anxiously. "What?" she asked. "Do you think I could have my gun back?" he asked. "Not yet," she replied. "So do you two ladies have names?" Glitch asked. The two girls exchanged looks. "Come on, you have to have names…" Glitch said, ignoring Cain's stares.