Red looked at the edge of the mountain, walking very close the ledge gave out and she fell. She screamed as she fell from the top, she curled into a ball and was scared. The whole time screaming, trying to make out of the words help, tears come from her eyes. She was scared, she soon hit her back on a ledge and she unraveled and she landed on a ledge knocked out. Blood trickled from the wounds all over her body, her clothes were ripped, teared. Her ears laid flat against her head as she laid there, still alive, just alive. She woke up and she couldn't move, so weak, so injuried it was too hard, tears stil splintered from her eyes. "Help! Anybody, please help me!" Red called with all her stregnth, her mind wanted to go back into unconciousness, but she was able to resisist. Please, someone, before I die, help me...
A 16 year old boy's head peaked out from behind a rock. His skin was pale, almost grey-looking, and his skin moulded out his weak and broken bones. The blindfolded around his eyes has fallen below his knife so he was able to see, and he managed to escape the belts latched around him. He wore no shirt but had old, filthy track pants on, and his ribcage really stuck out compared to his lower half on his torso that's shrunken in. His handcuffs were also gone, freeing his bony fingers. When this boy saw the girl, his heart dropped and he shuddered, holding onto the chain that was attached to his red collie that his skin has grown over mostly, and crawled over to her. His stench must have alarmed her, for the last time this boy was able to shower was a mystery and he never takes off those pants, for he was never allowed. He reeled of blood, urine and also a mixture of something decomposing, which was a stench no one would live with for even a minute. Yet the boys gotten so used to it he didn't notice it. The boy hovered over the girl, tears for slime reason down his cheeks and he looked so worried. "Are you okay?" He asked, but the bar in his mouth messed up his words so it sounded like 'ah ho ofthay'. But he did show concern by the look of his bright ocean blue eyes. The boy tried to move her, but he could only get her on her back since he didn't have a lot of strength whatsoever. He was panicking, worrying a lot more about the girl than his own self, which was odd, for he was dehydrated, starved and weak, but it seems whoever has nothing at all were a lot more generous than others.
16 years old. Lives in the basement of his constantly drunken fathers house. Barely fed, regularly tortured by his father. Sometimes he is taken to auctions for the insane for their own pleasure of using him in whatever painful way they wanted. he is also autistic.
Her ears had alarmed her, she folded them back and hid her tail, she was an outlaw and not many would be want to help her if they could see her full out looks. After awhile she had gone uncousoius once again, then later awaken, feeling much better then before. However she was covered in the stench ofblood, perhaps Jasper would come to kill her. When she had injuried herself bad she had tried to escape, it ended with a river. She was so scare to loose her memory that day, but it ended in a lot of killing. She just able to get up, but only sit, she could recover with little help, but for now walkingwas not possible. Then she saw the boy who had helped her, he looked strang, and if she said it, she thought he would have to agree, she then saw the gage. She grabbed her knife, to attemot to break the chain or do something. "Do you want some help?" Red asked.
23 was sitting on the ground, cross legged and patient, waiting for the girl to wake up. When he saw her eyes opened he smiled excitedly. "you're awake!" He exclaimed, giggling for some reason. Really, he was just really happy to save this girl. It made him feel like a hero to finally accomplish something. No.23 shook his head with a smile. "no, no. I'm okay. We should be worrying about you more. " his tone of voice sounded like he was talking to a child, but it should be the other way around, really. "I-I'm sorry. I can try to help you get to a hospital. You need help you're still bleeding a little."
16 years old. Lives in the basement of his constantly drunken fathers house. Barely fed, regularly tortured by his father. Sometimes he is taken to auctions for the insane for their own pleasure of using him in whatever painful way they wanted. he is also autistic.
Red wanted to twitch her ears, but she thought he would be scared if he saw her with ears and her tail. She wanted to cut it off anyways, but he would run and he had no chance of getting anywhere. She heard, 'hospital' no she couldn't go there, if she did she would go to jail. She couldn't help, she had to show her ears and tail, this would be the only way he would understand. Her ears flicked up and her tail unraveled, she also had fangs, but decided, no that she shuoldn't. "See I can't go there." Red said, she was still weak, but was slowly gaining stregnth, slowly, that sucked. "If I go they will wisk me off to jail." Red explained, she wanted to say and maybe death, but she would get no help that way.
She was a murderer, she killed to save her soul, but had also done Jasper's biding, she also killed cops to escape. She couldn't go to jail, she wouldn't, Red was smart and hadn't even been near to getting arrested.
23 was fascinated by her ears and tail. He's never seen that before, it was so cool! He wanted to feel them so badly but he resisted his urge. For now, anyway. Yet, he couldn't understand why she would be sent to jail. She didn't see like a bad person at all, and jail is where all the horrible people are sent to. "Why would you go to jail?" He asked, his head tilting like a dog. "you're not a bad guy. You're really nice and I've only known you for ten minutes." He smiled a little and lightly scratched the collet around his neck that his skin has started to grow over. It hurt to touch and he didn't like touching it, but r wouldn't want to live which an itch.
16 years old. Lives in the basement of his constantly drunken fathers house. Barely fed, regularly tortured by his father. Sometimes he is taken to auctions for the insane for their own pleasure of using him in whatever painful way they wanted. he is also autistic.
Red was surprised that he didn't know about how they were locking people like her up for no reason. "There locking up monsters, I am in biological terms one." Red explained. Then she noticed the smell, it wasn't good, he need a wash. "You don't smell good, come on, I am throwing you into the lake, besides, I need to get the blood off of me." Red said, she got up, but she couldn't move fast, like a cat she didn't show pain. She knew also the police would come thinking that she had murderered again.
No.23 didn't know what it meant when she said that but it didn't sound good at all. He frowned as she spoke and was a little afraid of what went on in there. Hopefully he never ended up there. Than they boy sniffed the air. He smelled the same thing for a long time, but was it as bad as she says? "I can't swim though." He replied, looking off in the distance. "and it looks cold." He was terrified of water since there have been a few times where his customers have drowned him and than preformed CPR just to revive him and do it again. He vowed to never go into a body of water and the closest thing go with water was a shower. A warm shower, not a cold shower. "you shouldn't be standing! I think you're a lot more hurt than you look..."
16 years old. Lives in the basement of his constantly drunken fathers house. Barely fed, regularly tortured by his father. Sometimes he is taken to auctions for the insane for their own pleasure of using him in whatever painful way they wanted. he is also autistic.
Red wasn't afriad, besides so what if she sees the Reaper again, she wasn't afriad of him. "Well if I am going to live I need to clean up and the lake is my only option. So I could throw you in or you can sit in the shallows, your choice." Red said, she was always stubborn, always. She wouldn't just sit back down, she would get up, unless she couldn't. "If you can't swim you gotta get out more. I taught myself." Red said walking in the direction of the lake.