Jonathan did not stumble back, nor flinch away when Celia ran up into his arms, and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder. He held on tight to her, as if in fear someone would rip her away. Which would be near impossible, as Celia had a death grip on him. Celia couldn't stop the tears. Every time she thought she was done, boom, another wave of tears would hit. She wasn't trying to cry her eyes out especially when she could feel everyone staring at her. But despite all of that, she was still a small child looking for someone familiar to give her comfort. And that person happened to be the one that she was crying all over. After a moment, Jonathan placed a hand on her head, and made soothing noises, trying to calm her down. And strangely, it worked. Celia could feel the ache in her eyes increased, her nose still running. The girl that was traveling with Jonathan handed her a scrap of fabric, which Celia used to wipe her eyes and nose. "Thank you." Celia had said, and the girl no
Celia had made it down to overlook the others making food for the entire group. Rations were divided evenly, and the smell made her mouth water. The cooks, Tessa, Jericho, and Lynn, were busy preparing cooked meats, toasted bread, and placing out water bottles around the carved lunch table. Celia talked and smile to the others, though, the gesture foreign on her. She'd been trapped at the Markets for who knows how long, and now just trying to behave normally was...strange. She took a seat, not wanting to bother Jonathan and Nova, and began to eat her food with her fingers. The meat was delicous, thoroughly cooked with a smoky taste, the bread slightly burnt. Celia finished off her plate, belly full as she stared off lazily into the horizon. To be honest, Celia preferred life like this instead of the city. The only sounds here were better than the busy streets. And she didn't feel the need to constantly look over her shoulder. If her life was like this for
When the camp is destroyed, they pack up what they can, and move forward. Their hostage is bound and gagged, being tied with a rope that's connected to her belt loop, and she's dragged along. Twice, Celia catches Jonathan looking back at the hostage with no expression on his face. Nova elbows him, and points forward. It's starting to piss Celia off. She hangs back, grabbing the rope from Tessa, and walking over to where Jonathan is at. There's nothing in his eyes when she hands the rope to him. "Walk her if you're so concerned." she says calmly, and even Nova is stunned into silence. Jonathan doesn't take the rope though, and Celia wiggles the end of it to him, waiting. She clicks her tongue, and hands the rope back to Tessa, snapping her fingers to make the others move forward. This time, Jonathan doesn't dare to look where the hostage is at, staring straight ahead. Celia might be a monster for what she had pulled but it was nothing compare
Tomaz has Nova who has now gone uncincious in his arms. He flaps his long wings, flying straight up, before going in a straight line. Celia waits a couple seconds to see if he'll turn back to say that the air has the same effect in the sky as the ground, but he never does. She motions to the group to keep walking, Tessa draggin the hostage. At this point, Celia considers just abandoning the girl. She's as good as dead here in the chemically filled city, no use in dragging around a corpse. Just as Celia was going to give the order to abandoned the hostage, something in the distance caught her attention. A dart embedded into the side of Tessa, causing her to drop to the floor instantly. Celia ducked down, ordering the others to watch out for stray darts as more continued to rain down on them. Jonathan darted forward and grabbed Celia by her forearm, swears coming out of his mouth. As they ran, she made sure to usher the others ahead of her. Her body was more immun
Astra's POV:The boy had crossed a line. Astra swiped at her hair from her eyes, stomping angrily in the van. Her shoes clicked, and the van stopped back at HQ. Dr. Rogers was still gone. He had gotten out from the meeting with the Higher Ups and promptly disappeared. No one knew where he was, including Astra. But she wasn't worried about that for the moment. The boy. That was her biggest concern. Somehow he had known about Lu, enough to bring her up in this moment for their chance to escape. Astra slammed her palm against the inner wall of the van, pressing her fingernails in the stopper of the tube in her pocket. Celia's own personal trigger scent. She should have used it then. But the shock had glued to the ground. Squeezing the little test tube, she glared out through the front window. She wouldn't hesitate the next time.Celia's POVExhaustion is what made her black out. After everyone was accounted for, she didn't go to where they had
Celia's POV When she awakens, it's to the sound of screams being heard. Celia is up in a flash, throwing off the blankets from her body, the screams not that far from her. It's Jonathan, and it looks like he's fighting a strange creature thing. Something about it looks familiar to Celia, but she wastes no time as she feels her body already moving, her silver fangs snapping in warning, a growl emitting from the center of her chest. The creature overpowers Jonathan, and he's on his back. Celia jumps, colliding with the creature, causing it to fall face forward, as Jonathan scrambles back. Celia is ready to kill it, yanking the creature's head in an odd angle, when a shout catches her attention. "It's Nova!" Jonathan screams, and Celia strikes the back of Nova's head, causing her tor crumble, and black out. There is not a time for peace around here. Celia has Tessa tying Nova up the way they had their hostage, Nova's mouth firmly gagged. Tomza looks startled at the sight of Nova
Celia's POVShe has been overthinking. Nova hasn't gotten better. It's like instead of her body rejecting the process, it has amplified her humanity. Which makes no sense. Her mouth froths as she tries to fight off the rope that keeps her tied to Tessa, the gag almost slipping off. Jonathan always looks worried, and each time Celia is alone with Nova, Jonathan isn't too far away. He probably thinks I'll kill her, she thought, and honestly...she had considered it. Nova didn't act like herself, hell, she didn't even look like herself, and she seemed to lose her words. She made feral, angry sounds, always close to biting off the finger of Tessa when it was time to eat. And it would be an act of mercy, rather than a fight to survive type of situation. But Jonathan looked after Nova stubbornly, refusing to even consider it. As Celia wandered, her eyes scanned the area with a sense of wariness. It was best to not get too comfortable really anywhere. As long as th
Astra's POVShe was losing her mind as she sat in the usual meet up, an old time cigarette dangling from her fingers. The smoke calmed her, and she took her time with it, knowing that this old time thing had costed a fortune since it was something no longer made. Sometimes, old was good, even better than new. In the thicket of nowhere, Astra sat in a wood cabin that was so old, it slanted on it's side. No source of technology was in it, and no electricity for that matter either. This was a safe little place of nowhere away from prying eyes, and her work. A bird sounded then, the call stark, and sharp, and Astra sat up straight, crushing the cigaretter under her heel. A few moments later, quiet steps sounded, and a figure landed in the seat next to Astra. "You're getting better at that. But I still heard you at the last moment." Astra commented, sliding a cup of lemonade to her guest. "If you were my enemy, you wouldn't even know what hit you." the guest replied