Post #1611482 in Change, a roleplay on RPG

Ivan turned at the sound of further battle, and saw that there was still another bloodhound--pursuing the girl, it seemed. Now how did I not notice that, Ivan mused to himself, watching as the girl managed to basically rip the thing's throat out. Huh. Well done, he thought, genuinely impressed. But she seemed to think she'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry," he heard her murmur, before she turned to follow him again, and Ivan said nothing of it.

They walked in silence mostly, and Ivan did not stop or slow at any point. Even when the snow began, Ivan spoke nothing and did not stop to admire the sight of the tiny, fluttering aqueous crystals falling from the heavens. He didn't seem to acknowledge the girl's presence at any point, though occasionally, while glancing to the side to get a look at his surroundings, he took a quick glance out of the corners of his eyes to check on her--the last thing he needed was her keeling over into the ground, now covered with a thin, flaky layer of snow, without him even noticing. She wasn't looking too good, however. She was covered in injuries, slashes and bruising from the hound attacks, covered with a layer of blood--some of which definitely wasn't hers but that of a hound. She was panting and trudging through the snow, dragging her arms and feet as if weights were tied to each. Ivan said nothing and continued walking. She's not some puny human. She can take it.

"Weak." He heard her voice murmur weakly, as if in responce to his very thoughts. "So weak. So tired." Ivan turned his head stonily to look at her, and she looked back, and then raised her voice. "Aylen." He raised an eyebrow, not sure what that meant. "My name, that is." The tiniest tug at the corners of her lips, weak but present, seemed to be an attempt at managing a smile. "We have to find safety."

"Yeah," was Ivan's terse, grunted reply, before he turned his head and spoke no further. His name could wait. Until they were well the hell out of here.

Soon, through the snowfall, he saw something--a very large something. As they approached, he felt his heart suddenly harden and begin to boil with rage.

It was a wall. A laser wall. And by the looks of it, it surrounded the entire area around the complex.

"We can't go past that." He barely heard Aylen speaking; her voice sounded years away. "I don't want to. Those people must have done it. They want to kill us and we have nowhere to go."

Nowhere to go...her words drove it in all the further. He was stuck. They were stuck. Trapped. Confined.

Imprisoned.

"Dammit!" Ivan suddenly roared savagely, furiously turning away from the wall. "Goddammit! Right on the edge of making it out, and they put a fucking laser wall in front of me? This is fucking impossible! I didn't make it all the way here just for this shit!" Unable to attack the object of his frustration, Ivan swung his fist at the truck of one of the towering fir trees, but of course the impact achieved nothing--his anger refused to abate.

His furious tirade completed, Ivan gritted his teeth and leaned against one of the tree trunks, glaring at the wall and wishing he could just charge into it and crush it...Ivan was not used to being faced with a problem that could not be solved by beating the shit out of it.

"What now?" he heard Aylen, and turned to look at her as if he had forgotten he was not alone here. "Should we find somewhere to curl up and hide? Should we find others?"

Ivan scoffed. "No matter what we do, we're fucked. They'll find us. Unless you happen to be capable of growing a pair of wings that can get you over that laser wall, there ain't no way outta this." He sighed. "Hide and they'll just track you down. We have to find a way to shut this thing off...but that's probably impossible, so yeah. We're screwed."

Snippet #1611482

located in Somewhere in the Pocono Mountaions, a part of Change, one of the many universes on RPG.

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