Kevin and Bobby alternated between who was awake to watch over the girl, as well as see if anything would come after her. But the night passed by peacefully, without a word from anything that could come to attack.
Kevin was keeping watch when she woke up, her body jerking rapidly as she sat up. She made eye contact with him, and scooted away immediately. Kevin moved quickly, taking a step towards her, his arms raised and moved slightly towards her. "Hey, hey, easy there." He kept his voice calm and low, maintaining eye contact and a respectable distance. "You're OK. Do you remember coming here?" She was breathing heavily, but she did nod. Kevin offered her a small smile. "Good. Do you remember being hurt?" She stopped for a second, putting her hand on her ribs where she'd been injured. Bobby had had to cut away a part of her shirt that had been too soaked in blood to salvage, so there was nothing there but bandages and wrapping. "A… A friend fixed you up." Kevin explained. "We'll probably need to check in a minute to see if you messed up your stitches, and to replace the bandages. Do you remember… do you remember who I am?" Another nod, her hand still covering where she'd been hurt. "Good. I'm gonna call for my friend. You're not gonna bail if I leave the room, are you?" She didn't answer, and Kevin had a good feeling that the second he looked away she would bolt. He let out a sigh. "Look, we're not holding you hostage here. If you want to leave, you're free to. Just… Just let us make sure you're OK, alright?" She watched him for a while, maintaining eye contact as the wheels were turning in her mind.
"OK." She said. He smiled wider at her, nodding.
"I like your voice." He complimented, standing up. Kai's gaze seemed to soften slightly at that, something that Kevin felt happy about. He walked over to Bobby's door, and knocked on it lightly. "Bobby, our guest is awake!"
"Gimme a minute." He grumbled through the door. Kevin went over to the kitchen, then, glancing back in to the living room to check and see if Kai was still there. She was, sitting as still and quiet as a statue. Kevin went to the food stores next, and pulled out some bread, fruits, and a few bottles of water for everyone to have. Once he had everything he walked back in to the living room, and cautiously took a seat next to Kai.
"You hungry?" He asked. She nodded, and he handed her an apple and a slice of bread. She took them from him slowly, and examined the food for a few minutes before taking a tentative bite. She was thin, incredibly so, but she ate slowly and carefully.
She still didn't talk much, though. Kevin couldn't help but wonder why.
Bobby joined them a few minutes later, taking some food from Kevin before he sat in a nearby chair. "Damn kids eating my damn food." He muttered.
"I got this food last week." Kevin pointed out.
"Still my damn food." The man continued to mutter, taking out a pocketknife. Kai stopped eating immediately to watch Bobby's actions, and in turn watched cautiously as the man used his knife to open a can of peaches before putting it away. Once the knife was gone, Kevin could see her visibly relax. "Glad to see you're awake, Sleeping Beauty." He said, glancing over at the girl. She nodded, taking another bite from the piece of bread. "What brought you here?" She thought for a minute before motioning to the injury to her side. "How'd you get it?" She reached behind her to pull out an angel blade (Kevin couldn't help but wonder when she had gotten those back. He hadn't even seen her take them from the table), and pantomimed a swiping movement in front of her before putting it back where it had been. "You're not big on talking much, are you?" A head shake. "Can you talk?"
"Can you eat with your mouth closed?" She responded, raising an eyebrow. Kevin almost choked on his food, fighting back a snicker. Bobby just glared, but made a conscious effort to keep his mouth more closed as he ate.
"How come you don't talk much?" Kevin asked, his voice definitely softer than Bobby's. Kai shrugged.
"Easier." She decided. "Words complicate things."
"Well, would you mind using them for us complicated folks?" Bobby asked, his voice just a slight gruffer than it had been earlier. Kevin looked over to glare at him for a second before turning back to Kai. She nodded, though, her expression as impassive as the other man's.
"I'll try." She promised.
"Thank you." Kevin said, smiling at her again. He could almost feel Bobby's eye-roll behind his head.
"Let's start out simple. What's your name?" Bobby asked.
"Kai."
"Kai what?"
"Just Kai."
"Is that a nickname for something?" Bobby asked sharply. At that question, Kevin could feel a little bit of information pulling at the back of his head. Nothing he could grasp at, but something that was trying to break free. What was Kai a nickname for? What had he heard?
"Where are you from?" Kevin asked instead, ignoring Bobby's previous question. "Not now, but… Before it all happened, where did you live?"
"Michigan." Same state that Kevin had come from. He wanted to press on, but she turned to face Bobby. "And that doesn't matter." From the steel in her gaze, both men knew she wouldn't be answering Bobby's question any further from that, and in all honesty the same standard would probably apply to a lot of her history right now.
"Fine." Bobby agreed. "What were you doing coming here?"
"He's been looking for me." She pointed at Kevin. "And… and they've been looking for him."
"My name is Kevin," he started with. She nodded, as though she already knew that. "And who's looking for me?"
"Angels." Kevin stilled at that, and Bobby looked over at him sharply.
"There something you're not telling me?" Bobby asked him, his voice calm and even. Kylie garnered their attention by shaking her head.
"He wouldn't know. It's not something most people do know." She said. "It's a… a thing that has been there since everything started. I can't… I can't remember the word…" She furrowed her brows, thinking hard on what she was trying to say. "I'm sorry. I haven't had to tell people this before. You're a… A person that knows things."
"What?" Kevin asked.
"You…" She gritted her teeth. "Greek mythology. Telling the future. Apollo. Christian Luke. Umm…" She was scrounging for the word, or synonyms to it. Kevin spoke up tentatively, trying to think of the word too.
"Fortune teller?" He asked. She shook her head. Bobby thought for a minute before speaking next.
"Prophet?" He asked. Kai nodded, pointing in Bobby's direction a few times before speaking.
"Yes. Prophet. Kevin is supposed to be a prophet." She nodded. "The angels are looking for them all. They're trying to… To…" She shook her head. "To do something big."
"What do you mean something big?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know." She seemed a little different as she spoke those words, but Kevin decided to ignore that for now.
"Why?" He asked instead.
"Prophets can do things." She replied. "There's this thing… A rock… A readable rock…" She motioned with her hands as she spoke, pantomiming a flat, rounded rectangle. She pretended to write something on it, like scribbles or something. "I'm sorry, I just… I've gone without talking for so long…" She shrugged. "There are words that only prophets can read, and they're written on a rock. They want to find the rocks and… and take the prophets that can read them. They killed a lot of prophets on accident, in the beginning. Kevin is one of the last ones left."
"And how do you know all this?" Bobby asked.
"I've been chasing angels and demons since it all happened." She replied. There was no need for clarification on the word "it;" everyone knew what "it" was. The apocalypse. "Trying to find a way to stop this."
"It can't be stopped." Bobby replied. "This has already happened. We're stuck with it now."
"It can be made better." She argued. "I know it can."
"How do you know?"
"Because there has to be a way to change all of this." She insisted. "There has to be something. There needs to be something." She seemed determined in this. "We can keep demons out of us, as well as angels. There has to be a way to remove them once they arrive, and stop all of this. That's… that's the other reason why I'm here." She said. "You've been looking for me, and you've been helping." She motioned from Kevin to Bobby. "And you've actually come close a few times. I haven't ever come across the same person twice before, much less have them get so close to finding me, so I think I'm… I'm supposed to find you."
"Well that sounds like a load of horse shit." Bobby commented.
"Bobby," Kevin chided, but the man kept going.
"Destiny or fate or whatever doesn't exist. If it ever did, it's dead along with the rest of the world out there." Bobby pointed out.
"Angels don't think that." She argued. "They think that this was all… fate." She nodded a little when she said the word fate, as if committing it to memory. "They think this was supposed to happen, but differently. They were supposed to get a good place."
"Yeah, and how do you know what angels think?" Bobby said the words almost accusatory. Kai went silent for a moment, her mind scrounging for answers. "Well? How do you know so much?"
"I…" She thought hard. Was she trying to lie, or just trying to find the right words. "I asked one." She admitted. "Rudely. Painfully."
"You tortured one." Kevin simplified. Kai nodded solemnly.
"How in the hell did you torture an angel?" Bobby asked.
"I… Um…" She sought to find the right words. "I learned what could… keep them from leaving… lobsters… hunters… falling floors… tripwire…"
"Trap?" Kevin asked.
"Yes. Trap. I learned what could trap an angel." She said. "So I found a church and stole their oil."
"Oil?" Bobby asked. "What in the hell do you mean by oil? Gasoline? A nice vinaigrette?"
"No, I mean oil." She repeated. "Holy oil. Blessed. Special. A lot of churches have it. I took some and made a circle. When the angel stepped in to the circle, I trapped it in a ring of fire."
"Great, our angel trap is an old Johnny Cash song." Bobby muttered.
"I thought that if the oil trapped it, then the angel wouldn't like being burned with it either." She continued. "So I made a… A… Russian mixed drink…" She clenched her fist, trying to find the words again. "Bottle of oil plus rag." She explained, pantomiming throwing an object.
"You made a Molotov cocktail?" Bobby asked. She nodded, snapping her fingers.
"Yes! Molotov cocktail! With holy oil!"
"You Molotov'd an angel?" Kevin asked next. She nodded again.
"Yes! Yes! That's how I got my information!" She smiled brightly. "I would throw oil and matches on the angel, and hold the bottle as my big threat. Once I knew everything I threw it anyways, and afterwards threw a blade to make sure it would die." She motioned to one of her angelic blades for reference. "That's how I knew to look for you, how I knew you were a prophet."
"OK, I need to ask this now," Bobby interjected. He seemed almost… Annoyed? What was annoying him? "What in the hell is up with your talking thesaurus act?"
In truth, Kevin had been wondering the same thing. He just didn't know a polite way to ask. Apparently, Bobby didn't care about a polite way.
"Oh." She looked down a little, seeming almost ashamed at that question. "I haven't been around people since…" She shrugged. "Since this started. I haven't spoken in conversation with anyone since it started." She didn't meet eyes with either of them. "I forget words sometimes. I haven't had to use them for a long time." She pursed her lips, looking back up at them. "But if you can't… can't…" She looked frustrated. "If you have difficulties with this, then I will just leave. I have… have given the knowledge that I came to tell you. I don't have to stay more." She got up, still looking frustrated. Seconds later, all the color left her face as she gripped her side. She took a deep breath. Kevin rushed quickly to her side to help steady her. Kylie just took a stumbling step backwards in to the couch, shifting a blade to hold out at Kevin. Bobby reached forwards to put a hand on Kevin's chest, but the sight of the blade was enough to make him stop. He'd seen her skill with those blades. He knew to keep his distance.
"Hey," Kevin said, holding a hand out towards her. Her arm wavered a bit as she held the blade. Color had had yet to return to her face, but she still had that same look of determination. "Hey, it's OK. It's OK. I'm just trying to help you." He promised, moving Bobby's hand from him. He glanced over at the elder man, and saw a look of extreme caution. "You're still hurt. I want to make sure that you're OK. Can I take a look at your stitches?" She eyed him, keeping one grip firmly on her side.
"Who did them?" She asked. "Who made my stitches?" Kevin looked over to Bobby. "You?" She asked, glancing at the elder man. He nodded.
"Put that sticker away and I'll check them." He stated, but his voice had an edge to it. Kai looked… extremely hesitant to put it away.
"You can keep it in your hands." Kevin offered. "Just… Just don't stab us with it, OK? We just want to make sure that you're fine." She stared them both down, her eyes absolutely… intimidating. At least, to him she looked intimidating.
"I keep this." She repeated, motioning to the blade. Kevin nodded.
"You keep them both." He agreed. Bobby looked at him like he was nuts.
"Acceptable." She stated, putting the blade back behind her. She looked over at Bobby expectantly, waiting for him to move. Bobby looked between Kevin and Kai.
"You're nuts." He told Kevin. Kevin's response was just to look over at Kai. Her face was still extremely pale.
"Just do it." Kevin muttered. "Please." Bobby did as he asked, albeit with extreme hesitance. Once her stitches were back to a more acceptable level of fixed, she slumped back slightly into the couch.
"I'm done speaking." She stated plainly.
"What if we have more questions?" Bobby asked.
"I'm done speaking."
"That's not an acceptable answer."
"I am. Done. Speaking." She accentuated her words with a glare. Kevin caved after that, fearing she would leave if the argument continued.
"We'll take a break." He offered, looking between the Hunter and the… He wasn't certain how to define Kai. She was more than a girl or a woman, but was she a Hunter? He just didn't know. There seemed no other way to define her other than by her name.
"Fine." Bobby spat.
"Acc… Fine." She repeated Bobby's word awkwardly, yet firmly. Her blades returned back behind her body. "Break. Rest. Pause."
"Exactly." Kevin agreed, offering a nod. Bobby stalked out of the room angrily, leaving Kai and Kevin alone. The two sat across from each other with a sort of uneasy ease, if that made sense. They were alright with each other, but they were still strangers.
But something about her screamed that they weren't, not fully. Kevin just couldn't place what it was.