The Good, The Bad, and the Omlet[o]

[Temperance C. Baron]

((I'm not going to be able to post regualrly because I got grounded. I will reply whenever I can though.))

Temperance giggles, "Yeah, I do. Pretty sweet, eh?" She giggles again, using her fist to cover up her mouth in an adorable manner. She walks over to him and kisses his head, pulling up a big fluffy red blanket to his neck as she did so. "Good night, hon. You better be looking forward to the pancakes I'ma make you in the morning! And no 'buts', I am making you some pancakes tomarrow, and that's final." She giggles again and walks over to the door, she turns bacs and winks before disapearing into the hallway, most likely heading down to the living room.

[No.23]

23 snuggled in his pillow his eyes closed. The covers were so conferable as he was embraced in them. "Thank you~" he said softly to her. He fell asleep very quickly after that, being able to dream for once when he realized everything about the world, giving him a touch of real imagination.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Once she heard 23's breathing become slow and steady, she finally started to relax on the lumpy couch, warming herself up from the inside. She pulls a thin white blanket up to her shoulders and sighs happily. She was so tired...

[No.23]

23's Hand hung off the bed as he fell into a deep sleep. He dreamt of walking in a blank world. No stopping or the if. Be just walked strait. He came across a blue dot, and when he stepped on it he was surrounded by water, but he was able to breath in it. There was a school of sparkling red and yellow fish that flayed around with him, spinning him around and making him follow them. But than he woke up.
He woke up to the feeling of a greasy hand over his mouth. It was strange how he was found the second time. Maybe he had a tracking device in him at some point that he never knew about. He tried to scream but failed as a cloth of chloroform was held over his mouth and nose, causing him to loose consciousness easily. The man handcuffed him, blindfolded and belted him, putt the bar around his mouth and carried him out the window into his van.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance's nose twitches as the horrid stench of alchoal and dirt, and her eyes flash open. She shoots up and races down the hallway, bursting to her room.
23 was gone.
A anguished and furious screech builds up in her chest and explodes through her bared teeth. She races to the window, jumping through it. The van is speeding off when she gets outside, and she races after it, using her demonic speed. The van goes faster through the forest, and Temperance howls her anger again, promising death. Her eyes flash red and her teeth clench as she forces herself to go faster. If she didn't reach the van in time, and it got to the main road, it was possible that she would never catch up!

[No.23]

The van suddenly swerved around and smashed into a tree, flipping sideways and rolling Down a small hill and settling in a ditch. The back door was wide open and 23 wasn't in there.
His father crawled out of the truck and was screaming in agony.his left leg was twisted around but he was still looking for his son.

[Temperance C. Baron]

The distressed woman ignores the man who was searching for 23, and looks for the boy herself. Temperance sniffs the air, searching for the musky scent of her friend. There! She caught a faint whiff of him. She sped to the side of the crash, running straight through a small fire that toasted the ground. She picked up a gigantic fallen branch, a feat impossible for a human, and throws it across the scene, landing somewhere far from life. She keeps clearing away brush until her onyx eyes catch sight of his beautiful white hair. A smile graces her lips and she clear the place around him, cutting her own skin to get at him. Finally, she clears the brush, and she drags him out. Temperance lays 23 on the ground and peers over him, checking him for any major wounds.

[No.23]

23 wasnt badly injured, externally anyway. He did break rib, but he already had two untreated broken ribs beforehand. His breathing was labored and you could easily see the pain he was going through with every wheezy breath he took. He must have punctured a lung, but at some point he knew it would collasp. 23 was slipping in and out of consciousness, his blindfolded eyes forming tears that seeped through the cloth.. He had a long, deep cut down his cheek and was bleeding a little from the head. His jaw also felt out of place to him that was covered by the metal bar and the belts strained him and made it even more difficult to breath. It was crazy when he flew out of the van, he landed on a low brach of a tree and slid off, stumbling to the ground and rolled down hill, hitting rocks and sticks until he fame to a hault in a bundle of wood and sticks.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance's brain was on overdrive. One side of her mind was roaring in fury and disdain, wanting so badly to destroy everything around her if it meant to protect 23, but the more logical side of her screeched at her to stay calm. I-I just need...to heal him...ah-ha! Your tears, girl! She thought. Demon tears were either acid or magical liquid drops infused with healing properties. Temperance happened to have tears that could heal. She hastily bites deep into her lip, drawing blood. Tears come to her eyes from the pain, and she kneels over 23. Her teardrops slowly fall from her eyes and land on 23. Even just three drops could heal all the wounds he had.

[No.23]

23 took in a gasp as the tears hit his skin. The cuts closed up and vanished as if they were never there, however the internal wounds didn't seem to heal properly. They seemed fine, but 23 didn't feel right at all. But otherwise he felt better and ignored the small chest pains. His eyes opened wide and took an easier breath, his fists balled up for a moment. 23'a vision was blurry but he smiled a little when he was able to figure out who who was hovering over him.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance smiles down at him, relief flooding through her, "I-I'm so happy you're okay, 23...I'm so happy..." She whispers, and she leans down. Her lips connect with 23's cheek, and then she rests her forehead on his, just breathing in his musky scent. So...happy... She thought.

[No.23]

23 hugged her tight, his forehead still touching hers. He was trembling a little bit and all he wanted was to be safe in someone's arms. It was his nature when he was scared like that. "Can we go back to your home..." he murmured, burying his face in her neck and his cold arms wrapped around her neck like a child to their mother.

[Temperance C. Baron]

((Sorry I haven't posted in so long!))

Temperance nods and smiles softly. She picks him up into her arms, holding him bridal style. She starts to walk back towards her house.

When they get there, she opens the door again and brings him inside. Even then, she doesn't let go of him. Temperance brings 23 to her room and sets him down on her bed. She brings up the covers to his chest and smiles softly at him, "How about I stay in here with you? Just a precaution."

[No.23]

(sorry for craazy late reply!!)

23 nearly fell asleep in her arms, the way he was being held brought him a lot of lain, so it kept him awake. It felt relieved as he was set down on his bed, the pain easing down to a minimum. He didn't smile, and his expression was not a good one. "My chest hurts.." he said, an expression almost as he was about to break out in tears.

[Temperance C. Baron]

((That's okay!))

The young woman frowns, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. She takes a delicate sniff of the air, and notices that his scent is laced with the bitter stench of pain. She clenches her teeth and says softly, "Do you know why your chest hurts, 23? You have to tell me, baby." Her tone may be soft, but it was also very urgent. Obviously even her magical tears couldn't heal whatever was wrong with him.