Our Safe Haven

Our Safe Haven

The Safe Haven is a gathering place of those who hold supernatural abilities. Here they can train and learn to control their powers, all the while trying to stay hidden from society. But what happens when one of the old members threatens their haven?

1,595 readers have visited this universe since Airy created it.

Introduction



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      โBe careful, you are not in Wonderland. Iโ€™ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul.
      But you are fortunate in your ignorance, in your isolation. You who have suffered, find where love hides.
      Give, share, loseโ€”lest we die, unbloomed.โž - From the film Kill Your Darlings



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No one really knows how or when it started. Various myths and legends have always told of these special humans with supernatural capabilities- whether they were true accounts or fiction is a matter of opinion and the public's willingness to believe. What we do know, however, is that it can happen to anyone. There is no special gene to be passed down, no alien like blood, no affliction of health. Youโ€™re simply either born with it, or youโ€™re not. If you are born with itโ€ฆ well, itโ€™s probably going to be a life filled with unfortunate events teeming with regret and struggle. Itโ€™s hard to learn how to control your powers when it's just as difficult to come across anyone you can relate to on this strange powerful level. Many children of the supernatural are abandoned by their parents, sent to group homes or foster families. Others run from their places of residence, unable to stay still โ€“ lacking what seems to be the basic human need for acceptance and companionship. But there are always the few very lucky people who have families that accept them for who they are. That, or theyโ€™ve never lost control of their powers so they live in peaceful ignorance most of their life.

It truly is hard to happen across someone who holds special abilities. Itโ€™s only become more well-known to those who believe, or others of a similar mindset who become aware through the sudden boom of social media or television recounts of incidents that seemed impossible to begin with. This can be both good and bad. Whatโ€™s bad about it is that there are always going to beโ€ฆ extremists. They would rather see the โ€œpowers of Godโ€ remain within his divine hands and his hands only. Itโ€™s been a hushed fact that there are hunters or radical groups who are after supernatural people to either use them or kill them. Hell, even some supernatural beings have a twisted logic that they should be in control, be seen as living, breathing Gods among men. They try to use their own powers as well as others in less than nice ways. The good in these viral accounts of supernatural incidents, however, is that it can help others connect. It's now possible to form small groups, tracking people down through incidents that can only be described as โ€œindescribable.โ€ This has become a survival tactic to fend against those dreaded hunters -- This is how they found you, after all. Two people, a girl and a boy, have tracked you down after a certain incident involving the use of your abilities, voluntary or involuntary, which attracted unwanted attention, no matter how small. After informing you of who they are (one of your kind) they ask you to join their group; a place of acceptance. A certain haven in which they refer to as their home.

Located in Boothbay Harbor, Maine, the group resides in an age-old house abandoned long ago in the midst of the forest, tucked out sight from the tiny town thatโ€™s a mere ten-minute walk away. It has since been renovated well enough to suit the needs of those living there -- even so much as to grant every inhabitant a room of their own. This Safe Haven was created nearly two years prior to recent events, and since then the groupโ€™s numbers have fluctuated in size from large to small. People come, and people go, always on their own accord. Everyone helps in keep each other safe. They work towards controlling their powers and work towards helping those around them. Itโ€™s simply a home for their free-will, a place they can feel they can return to and be themselves.




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Something terrible has happened in The Safe Haven. Nakoda, one of the havenโ€™s own, has disappeared in the night. While this may not be the most uncommon thing, they have reason to believe foul play was involved due to a similar incident brought to their attention.

Suddenly a past resident of The Save Haven has returned, and one who is not totally welcome. This particular person has more of a drastic view on supernatural superiority. Where the inhabitants of The Safe Haven believe that everyone should be equals and not afraid to live in this world, this certain individual thinks supernaturals have a birth right to become better than the normal human beings, to be the superior race. In the end, he broke off from The Safe Haven after almost endangering some of its inhabitants with his rebellious views. He then carried on to create his own rebel group that included those who share his view of supernatural superiority.

His return strikes up many old feelings, as he was not only a past resident but the first person the two founders of The Safe Haven had brought in. He has come with his own group of radicals to tell the group that one of his own has been taken in a hunter raid of his group. Heโ€™d also seen Nakoda along with him. Now despite the possible bitterness between the two opposing groups and the old ghosts that may show up, they decide to team up and work together in order to save their taken group members and to ensure the safety of the others.




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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Will Lewis Character Portrait: Astrid Herondale Character Portrait: Owen Pugh Character Portrait: Alexander Qing Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Liesbeth Reitveld Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw

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Jane has always hated this part -- the leaving. It is not unusual for people to leave the Safe Haven, it's a place for people to stay if they want, and to leave when they want or feel ready. It's always been a bittersweet situation. Jane considers anyone in the Safe Haven as Family, and as Family, she always wants whatโ€™s best for them. If what they think is best is for them is to leave, then sheโ€™s all for it and will support them and always welcome them back, but itโ€™s always hard to lose someone, to say goodbye. It's especially worse in those cases where some just up and leave without a word. It's harder not to be able to even say goodbye.

She remembered the last time she saw Nakoda at the house, the day previously. All seemed fine. It was maybe late into the afternoon, almost the evening. She was in the kitchen when Jane went in to grab a cup of tea before escaping for the rest of the night to the little shed on the property where all her paints were. Nakoda seemed normal. Usually, the residents who up and left seemed nervous for a day or two before they vanished. They were always a little anxious -- always had that little crease on their forehead that showed how hard they were trying not to blurt the whole truth out or say something telling. It's only happened twice before, people up and leaving in the night, but both residents had come back maybe a few months later just to let the house know they were okay. It was utterly nerve racking not to know what happened or where they are. They always left like that because they wanted to leave without having to say goodbye. Some people don't deal with those well, it was understandable to a point, But there's always the concern in the back of Jane's head that it was something else, someone else. It was no different in this instance.

It was early in the morning, around six A.M, just when the sun was just beginning to rise. Jane stood in the open doorway of Nakoda's room. It looked the same. It didn't seem as if she had taken anything with her. The bed was still mussed from where she had slept, either from last night or the night before. Something was odd. Most people would at least take some possessions with them, whether it be clothes or some little knick knacks that held emotional significance. Then again, some people wanted a completely fresh start. Someone else had left all their stuff once before as well.

Jane walked into the room, a bit tentatively and slow. She felt sort of like she was crossing some personal boundary. Without touching anything, she looked at the desk and around the room, searching for a possible trace of a note. There was nothing. An odd uncertainty and anxiety settled in her stomach, and before she had any other thought, Jane left the room and raced down the steps to the front door, throwing on her coat to protect her from the cool morning air that greeted her as she closed the door behind her. It was possible Nakoda went into town before Jane had woken up, but she never heard anything. Nakoda also wasnโ€™t the type to take an early 6 A.M stroll into town, but Jane had to look. She didnโ€™t usually do this, she didnโ€™t hover over the residents and expect them to tell her their location at every point in the day, but Jane just had a bad feeling about this, and her impulsive nature took control.

The town of Boothbay Harbour was maybe a thirty-minute walk away from the house, less time by car. Jane tended to always opt out of taking the car, considering she always had the fear in the back of her mind of crashing it. But, as much as she would prefer to walk, she knew she didn't have the luxury of the extra time it'd take her to get to town without the car. She had no idea when Nakoda had left -- if she would still be in an around the area. So, the sooner Jane could get around, the sooner she might find out what happened. Unlocking the car in which was the only one of her father's she hadn't sold when she got hold of all her parent's possessions, she quickly backed out of the lot and drove down the empty early morning road, her green eyes flickering in every direction, trying to find the girl.

A familiar row of shops greeted Jane as she drove into the town. Even though it was early morning, it was busy. People sat at small cafรฉ's, joggers went by in groups, couples walked their perky dogs. It was the summer time; it was always busier in the town during summer. Boothbay was a known tourist area, and where Jane didn't really like the excessive amount of people, she was grateful that for the rest of the seasons, everything went pretty null and quiet. As much as she liked to travel and experience new things, she still wasn't the greatest fan of crowds.

Jane spent a good two hours driving around the small town which should only take around twenty minutes to get around entirely. Jane went up and down every one of the all too familiar roads at least five times each. She even went out of the town bounds for a bit as well, but there was still no trace of the familiar looking girl. In a final attempt, Jane pulled into one of the parking spots at the long stretch of beach and sea. She wasn't able to drive around the entire perimeter, and she knew this beach had a long span of land. It was unlikely Nakoda was here, but this was the only other place Jane could think of to look. Closing the car door behind her, the familiar smell of the sea and the humid breeze that often calmed her nerves, as it reminded her of the feeling of home, did little to soothe her still anxious state. She felt distracted; she only had a single goal in mind. Jane began walking up the sandy area, but despite passing a few people during the long walk, none of them was Nakoda. It was possible Jane had missed her, or at least she hoped, but three hours had passed since the start of her search. If Nakoda had just gone for a walk, sheโ€™d most likely be at the house by now. If not? She was gone.

On the drive back home, Jane stopped in a little market just to pick up some food as the home stock was running low. She tried to shoulder all five paper bags herself, but mixed with her distracted state and bad shoulder, they began dropping. Reluctantly, she let the bag boy help her take the groceries to her car and load them up for her. Giving a friendly thanks, she got back into her car and drove back home.

The house was large, there was a lot of space in which someone could be. Before she had checked Nakodaโ€™s room early in the morning, she made note that she had not been in any other part of the house that morning. There were a lot of empty rooms some of the residents liked to escape to, but theyโ€™d all been empty when sheโ€™d checked. Popping the trunk of the car, she took out three bags, intending to go back and grab the other two later, before she went up to the house and struggled to unlock the door. As soon as she entered inside, she dumped the three bags on the kitchen counter, and still with the single focused goal in mind, went around the house, calling down every corridor, โ€œNakoda? You here?โ€, but got no reply from the girlโ€™s voice she wanted to hear.

Nakodaโ€™s room still looked the same, empty and untouched.

Going back down the stairs, she made her way into the kitchen and sat herself down on the one of the stools at the counter, unease sketched on her face. She hoped Nakoda had left without saying goodbye. As much as Jane wanted a goodbye, and as much as it would hurt not knowing why she left, it was better than the alternative. It was better than the alternative that maybe someone had taken her or someone had done something to her. Jane just needed to know.

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Hope lay in her bed, the house was peaceful and quiet just how she liked it to be when she was reading and the Wolfe family held a large enough collection of books to keep her reading forever, sometimes she'd bring herself down here in her sleep and read, she didn't know if that was considered sad that she did that or cool that she could but either way she enjoyed it and wasn't going to let anyone else's judgements stop her from doing it. Yet she found herself distracted this morning, something about the house felt off, even from the library she could feel the auras of everyone in the house but there were 2 missing and from how early it was, it instilled some worry in the young dreamer, she had assumed Jane and Nakoda had just went for shopping when she first got up, seeing as the car was gone and the kitchen supply was relatively low, but there was just something in the residue that didn't seem right.

ImageAn hour of reading had passed when the house started to stir, she heard Jane's familiar voice calling for Nakoda down the hallways and then it all became very clear why Hope could feel something off. She placed a bookmark on the page she was on and made a note of the last line she read, before making her way towards Jane's voice, but catching a glimpse of her in the kitchen she detracted from the path she was heading. "Jane?" She asked cautiously, unable to clearly read her aura due to her telepathic abilities, but she could still feel the unease and worry in the young woman sat in front of her.

Noticing the bags, she decided the start and empty them, it was better to be helpful and active, Jane seemed like she'd enough on her plate to worry about the shopping being put away so Hope started on putting the cold goods in the Fridge and the Freezer. "Did something happen to Nakoda?" Hope asked, noticing that she wasn't with Jane. "Is... Is she in the hospital?" The only assumption she could make was that Nakoda had been hurt, given how stressed Jane was and she was the only person not accounted for, Jane never got so distressed over an inhabitant leaving, she got upset but accepted it, but this time was different so she assumed it wasn't a 'Goodbye'.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Will Lewis Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Reed looks out on the gardens, taking in the scene before him with a stern face as he concentrates on his sketch before him. His fingers were black with charcoal and his shirt was a little bit too. The sketchbook in his hands showed a young girl, the one from the car accident, but her eyes were wide and happy. Her face smiling and not limp. It was the way Reed assumed the girl normally looked when she wasn't half dead or dying as she had been before he had helped her. He would never forget her face for all of the years he hoped to still live. The night gave him nightmares sometimes just because of what followed, but he got through them, sometimes by help from Robin and sometimes just by drawing as he was right then. As if the night could flow from his mind and heart and out onto the paper.

Robin sat in the kitchen, his head in his hand and his eyes trying to stay open. He was exhausted. He'd never tell Reed, but his brother sometimes screamed in the night. On those nights, Robin didn't sleep at all. It was too hard. Robin had his earbuds in playing something from the sleeping beauty ballet maybe. He tried to focus on the notes, to keep his head sharp as his head slipped from his hand and he was suddenly wide awake again. He sighed, it hadn't helped that he'd seen Nakoda go out the night before and when he asked her about it, she had merely said she was going to go for a walk. He knew she had a hard past too, but neither shared it to the other, there was no point. Nakoda hadn't come back. She had left early. It was odd, for people who left Safe Haven normally took a bag or looked guilty the night before they left, but Nakoda had taken nothing with her, not even her phone. And she had been happy the night before. Robin sighed before standing and going to the freezer to grab some ice. Tossing it into the blender on the counter, he began to cut some fruit on a cutting board as he thought about the girl's absence.

Reed watched as Jane left with the car, wondering briefly where she was going before looking back down at the little girl. It was hard to draw her but Reed didn't care. It was important for him to see her face. Sometimes he even drew her brother though that was harder since he kind of looked like Danny and that hurt to remember how broken the brother had been. Reed wondered what his life would have been like if he didn't have the abilities he did. He would be sending out letters to go to college rather than doing college courses at home on the computer so his professors couldn't tell he had abilities. Reed realized he ought to go back inside when he saw Jane come back home much later. He tucked his sketchbook under his arm and grabbed the charcoal tin he kept before heading back into the house from his spot on the roof. The height helped clear his head and allowed him to breathe better sometimes.

Robin looked up as Jane came in, only hearing the sound since he couldn't see her. Working with fruit like strawberries didn't allow him to work with his electricity since it shocked him with the water within. Robin heard Jane's voice as she called for Nakoda and the pit in his stomach sank lower. She still wasn't home? He had hoped that little random rustle of noise he had heard earlier was Nakoda coming inside or leaving or something. Robin sighed as he dumbed the cut fruit in the blender and go to wash his hands before wiping them thoroughly with a paper towel. As he finally began to see again, he saw Jane moving around the house calling for Nakoda while Hope moved towards the kitchen. Robin shrugged as Hope spoke up. "I saw her go out this morning really early. She said she just was going for a walk, but she still isn't back yet..." Robin stated sadly before turning on the blender for a few seconds.

Reed heard Jane moving through the house calling Nakoda's name as he walked towards the kitchen. Nakoda wasn't home? It was odd since she had been totally fine the night before. Why wouldn't she be home? Reed frowned, tossing his sketchbook on his bed next to the charcoal before grabbing a different t-shirt. Stripping off his dirty white one, he tosses it into the laundry before moving downstairs, pulling the clean one on as he walked into the kitchen to see Robin making a smoothie of sorts and Hope putting away groceries while Jane sat in a chair looking dejected, most likely because she couldn't find Nakoda. He frowned as he moved to Jane and put his arm around her, sending her messages of hope and comfort through electricity transmitted through the contact. It helped him too since he felt it twice as hard. "Hey, we'll find her. I promise. Eat something. Even just a granola bar and then we'll all go out and Robin can look for her hardcore." It was a good suggestion since Robin merely needed to move past an area, scanning the crowd for Nakoda's general shape and electrical impulse to find her.

Robin nodded in agreement as he poured himself the smoothie. He took a sip, looking at it with slight confusion. It wasn't bad, just not entirely blended and so had some mushy fruit within. He shrugged, not really caring since he had gotten used to stuff such as this. He leaned across the counter from Hope, his unfocused eyes looking in her general direction. "She might just have decided to sit down wherever she was and fallen asleep since it was so early." Robin wasn't convinced, but he knew what his brother was doing. Jane needed a boost. It was clear she was struggling with the information of not knowing where Nakoda was. The blonde was just always smiling and acted as a good grounding person for the group sometimes. She was loud and brave and didn't hesitate to try anything, she was that piece they all loved and missed clearly.

Reed nodded, gesturing to Robin who had agreed with him. Moving away slowly so as to not take away all the positive emotions he had been sending all at once, Robin went to the bags of groceries to finish putting them away. Reed only touched the packaged food since his fingers were still dark with charcoal before moving to put them under the sink and wash away the black. The water ran gray into the drain and it sort of reminded him of the sky that morning. Gray as if it might rain though it wasn't forecasted to rain at all that day. Shaking out his hands, Reed grabbed a dish towel to wipe them down the rest of the way before pouring Jane a cup of Robin's strange smoothie. He slid the glass across the counter to her as he poured a drink for Hope and himself. Taking a sip, he made the exact same face Robin had when he got a mushy strawberry. It wasn't bad, just strange.

Rob set his drink down before going to Hope. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Robin tucked his head into her shoulder, leaning into her heat and taking in her presence. It had been a long time since he could hold someone as he could hold Hope to gain strength and to provide it at the same time. He could hug Reed but it wasn't the same as holding someone who loved you in a nonbrotherly way. He didn't mind Reed's brotherly hugs, but sometimes, a guy just needed a hug from a girl he liked and who liked him back. It had been going on for a little while now. He wasn't certain, but the relationship had helped make his life easier. It helped keep him more cheerful more often and it gave him more energy to give to others and to enjoy himself. "We'll find her." He promised both Hope and Jane at the same time.

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The nights for Danny are difficult, they've always been difficult. His dreams won't allow him to sleep. Vivid nightmares of shadows consuming him, the nuns at the old orphanage cackling, and hissing at him as he screamed in terror, all a nightly thing for Danny. At most Danny could probably get three or four hours of decent sleep before he wakes up with night terrors. Though he won't discuss these things with the others, his adoptive family. He can't, he pathetic enough without having their pity heaped onto it. Though he's not so certain that Jane doesn't know given her abilities. Though he knows the twins have similar troubles, as he can hear them at night. But Danny's not one to pry, so he hasn't confronted them about it.

Despite the nightmares, and only few hours of sleep Danny does enjoy the solitude, and peace while the others are asleep. Well most of the others, the twins are often awake as well, though Danny mostly lets them do their own thing, and he spends his time reading, or listening to music, or usually both. His particular favorite thing to do is to lay outside in the grass among the trees under the night sky, and get into a good book. And last night was no different for Danny. Danny laid there on in one the branches of a tree close to the house as the sun began to rise with his camera in hand, taking pictures of the oh so important golden hour. It was Danny's favorite time of day, and of what he has the most pictures of. He was wearing his jacket due to the cool air, and a new shirt he had recently ordered online of Queen.

When he heard someone leave the house Danny peeked through the leaves to see what was up. It was Jane. He wondered why she was in such a hurry, and why she seemed so worried. Danny let out a sigh, and took a few more pictures of his surroundings before he teleported away. Danny teleported back into his bedroom. Danny stretched out his limbs, making many cracking and popping sounds from his joints. Danny sat down at a makeshift desk of a table that sat at the foot of his bed. Behind the desk was a bulletin board with many of his favorite pictures pinned up on it.

Danny sat his camera down, scrolling through the pictures he had taken this morning. Danny took out his phone, and put in his ear buds. As Danny was listening to his tunes he began deleting some of the pictures he didn't like, and keeping the ones he does. Once that was done Danny simply laid down in his bed, and stared at the ceiling, focusing on his music.

Time seemed to just rush by as before he knew it Jane was back, and it had already been about two hours. With the others starting to get up, and Jane calling out for Nakoda, he decided it was time to join them. Danny got out of bed, and teleported out of his room. He reappeared suddenly in the kitchen in front of everyone. He undoubtedly scared Jane as he tends to accidently do. Danny looked over at Jane, his face becoming red, and he instantly brought his eyes to the floor. "S-s-s-sorry...." Danny struggled to get out. He looked over at Reed, and then at Robin, and Hope.

"N-n-nakoda's n-n-not.....back?" Danny rubbed his chin as he tried to think of where she might go. But really he didn't know too much about her, like he doesn't know too much about the others as well. "May.....Maybe m-m-m-me, a-an-and Robin cou-ld search......I could teleport.......and he could....uh......do his.....um......search......thing....or something...." Danny suggested as he folded his arms together. "C-c-c-could be.......faster...." Danny was obviously uncomfortable talking around with the girls there. It makes him feel rather bad, as he doesn't dislike them or anything, but he still can't say a complete sentence to them. He wonders what they think of him, how pathetic, and pitiful he must be.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Astrid Herondale Character Portrait: Owen Pugh Character Portrait: Alexander Qing Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Liesbeth Reitveld Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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                        They hadn't slept in slightly over two days. A lamentable fact and a decision he had begun to truly regret, but there was little he could do about it now. Fatigue was beginning to show on the faces of his group, and he was certain it was beginning to show on his face (he could certainly feel it--cement legs, iron shoes, weighted head), but still he continued on, picking his way through the thick foliage of the forest.

                        It had been about twenty minutes since he left his group behind, telling them to wait half an hour before following. By his estimations, he had about another five minutes to go before he'd reach the building he'd once called home, giving him, probably, just over twenty minutes to figure out the situation with Jane and Owen before his own crew came bursting in through the doors. And, now, just under five minutes to figure out exactly what he was going to say.

                        He ran over the last three days in his head (all the horror of it, the running, his heart pounding in his ears, the struggling, the short screams, the sheer number of them. The loss.), trying to formulate what words he could use to describe everything that had happened, and everything it meant to him. He half wished he'd brought Alexander along--he was good with words, far better than Elias would ever be-- but he knew this was an entrance he'd have to make alone. He started at the beginning.

                        xxxx; EARLIER | THREE DAYS BEFORE

                        They were just crossing over the border into Maine. Their last big stop had been in New York, where they'd managed to shut down a small group of Hunters, only six in number. He'd avoided making a public demonstration of it then, for New York was a big city, and he'd hate to be caught in an ambush by a group much larger than just six bodies. For months, he'd avoided returning to Maine, whether out of fear or shame, he wasn't certain, but the fact remained. The problem was they'd gotten word (thanks, in large part, to both Alexander's gift and to his own fists) of another group of hunters operating in Maine. Which was troubling, to say the least. He didn't agree with the lives Jane and Owen led, but they were still family, and he still loved them both. Unfortunately, the defeated Hunters didn't know all the other group's going ons, and he wasn't able to ascertain their number or their exact location. He figured he'd follow the trail of reports strange events and then subsequent missing people adverts.

                        They were just crossing over the border into Maine, and they kept moving for another three hours before they started to lose light. He pulled the truck (stolen, thank you, Alexander) over into a small grove, told the gang to rest up for a couple hours before they started out again. He took the opportunity to get some shut eye himself. He didn't get much sleep. He was up in just a few hours-- it was still dark outside-- though he couldn't pinpoint a reason. Some vague disturbance. A quick head count revealed why.

                        He took a few minutes to search the surrounding area. Went as far as the edge of the grove before he heard noise. Muffled screaming. The visual came later. Four of them, carrying Lucy away, another four flanking, and a discussion about how they'd report into the others about the girl they caught in the woods. He was too far away from the rest of the group. He tried to tail them, but all of those stupid fucking branches and twigs. He narrowly escaped a bullet to the shoulder.

                        They booked it all the way north, and Elias insisted on driving the whole way. Which brought him to just four hours prior. It was just before dawn, the rays of the sun just touching the horizon, turning it a deceptively peaceful pastel image. He wasn't eager to go through town, even at the early hour. They ditched the car about two miles out, picked their way around the outskirts of the town and towards the house. And they ran dead into another kidnapping.

                        Hunters, clearly, and this close to the Safe House meant that the girl was certainly under the protection of Jane and Owen. He'd wanted to out and get her, to fight like all hell to take down the Hunters, of course he did. But they were all so tired, and he knew they wouldn't have a damn chance, powers or not. Their only shot, her only shot, and Lucy's too, was to continue on the path they'd been on. They walked another half hour in silence. So much silence. They stopped almost twenty minutes away, and he told them to give him some time to speak with Jane and Owen alone.


                        xxxx; PRESENT

                        Just under five minutes became just under two minutes, then just under a minute, and then there was the door and the sound of his knocking reached his ears before he could fully comprehend that he was moving his hand. There was blood rushing in his ears, and he hated the uneasy sensation settling in his stomach. How long had it been? Four months, five? Longer? He didn't know anymore.

                        He stood at the door for what couldn't have been more than half a minute, but felt like hours-- jaw tense, brow furrowed, breathing so deep his lungs ached. At some point, his mind cleared (somewhat marginally), and he realized knocking was probably not the best option. Who knew what stranger might open the door.

                        He pushed the door open, peering into the familiar surroundings. It was familiar but not, the way your car seems to be when somebody else is driving it. It hurt him, in some intangible and irrational way. "Jane," he called into the large house, waiting for the slight echo to pass. "Owen." He made his way through the rooms, in the general direction of where he heard far-off sounding voices. The kitchen looked the same as it used to. Though most of the faces there were new.

                        He hadn't worked out what he was going to say, not exactly, but he'd at least worked out some sort of vague outline. He had, but he could recall so little of it. He swallowed, but his throat felt dry. "Hi, Jane," he managed to say, and his voice sounded thin in his ears. It was not everyday he saw and spoke to ghosts. He'd never thought he would.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Jane lifted her head, realizing that when she first had entered the kitchen, she'd been utterly oblivious to Robin's presence. She smiled at Hope, saying a small "thanks," as the blonde got up to put the groceries away. Hope always was kind. It was a nice presence in the house, and not one Jane took for granted. Jane opened her mouth to reply to Hope's concerned statements, but Robin replied before she could. She felt a little better knowing he'd seen her go out for a walk that morning, but she'd looked everywhere and still, no sign of the familiar girl. "She's not in the hospital," Jane spoke, reassuring Hope's initial concern, reaching over to give her a squeeze of the hand. "I went around town a couple of times, I didn't see her walking and I went into a couple public places. I asked one of the nurse's at the hospital but they saw no one matching her description."

Jane looked up as Robins twin Reed moved into the room, sliding into the chair next to her and knowingly putting his arm around her. She expected the soon calming feeling that washed over her like a wave. She appreciated it, but it still didn't change the fact that Nakoda had vanished. She also appreciated both of them trying to convince her of different excuses, but she knew she most likely didn't fall asleep by a tree. At least, not for this long. Jane didn't even want to voice her concern that something horrible could have happened to her, so instead, she went to the next logical assumption. "She probably just left."

Looking up, she flashed the three a smile that she had hoped read that she was fine with it, had accepted it, but the corner of her mouth faltered all to quick. If Nakoda wanted to leave, Jane wanted to respect that. If she left without saying goodbye there must have been a reason, but it always hurt. She just wanted Nakoda to be happy. Clearing her throat slightly, she tried regaining her usually cheerful composure and took a sip of the smoothie passed over to her. As soon as Danny poofed (as she liked to say) into the room, she swallowed the smoothie the wrong way as the sixteen-year-old boy startled her, and she started coughing and choking slightly.

Jane was about as jumpy as a cat when it came to anything sudden, and it was always a recurring scenario that she'd either shriek, get wide eyed in shock, or drop whatever she was doing whenever Danny suddenly appeared via his power. As surprising as it was every time, she'd come to expect it throughout the day. Danny immediately started apologizing, and Jane lifted up her hand and started waving it in a frantic 'no' gesture as she still sputtered. "It's fine, It's totally fine! Don't apologize, Danny," she managed to choke out reassuringly, as she got out of her chair and ran over to fill a glass of water, drinking it in order to stop the coughing. It quickly worked, and she took in a deep breath before smiling up at all of them in the room. "I would really appreciate it if you guys looked, I just don't want Nakoda to feel like she did anything wrong by leaving." Dumping the rest of the water down the sink, she put the cup in the dishwasher, before adding on, "I just want to make sure she's okay," she admitted, lifting herself up so she sat on the steel counter by the sink. She looked down at her feet, trying to decide what exactly to do, but a voice that she'd never forget but never thought she'd hear again cut through her thoughts.

"Jane," she heard Elias call.

Jane's head immediately snapped up to where the voice had come from, her mind registering the familiar presence. Soon, he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his voice carrying a simple "Hi, Jane", as her eyes met his. She couldn't help but let out a small, yet audible, laugh. It wasn't even a funny situation; she was simply laughing at herself, laughing at the ironic way she took it. This scenario played through her head so naturally. Him being at the kitchen doorway saying hi didn't even seem uncommon. It was like everything that had happened in the past had never even occurred. It was just a normal day.

Reality settled in all too quickly.

Slipping off the counter, she mumbled, "exuse me," to the other's in the kitchen, her voice suddenly sounding so small, her eyes full of confusion, hurt, and slight relief, never leaving Elias. Grabbing ahold of his arm, she moved him through the house, ushering him outside wordlessly so she could talk with a better feeling of privacy. Closing the door behind her, she let go of his arm and turned to look up at the ghostly face of her memories. A thousand questions were at the tip of her tongue; why did he leave, did he know how shitty it was, why hadn't he at least let her or someone else know. Yet, all she could manage to say was, "please tell me you're okay."

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TWO MONTHS AGO


Thereโ€™s only one true philosophical question โ€“ that of suicide. It was often that Alexander would ponder what Camus had said. Not that he was suicidal or anything, he had moved beyond that point long ago (though it could be argued that his constant smoking constituted some Freudian death-drive). Alexander didnโ€™t believe in death-drives, or any drives really, biological determinism simply wasnโ€™t his thing. He liked his philosophy rough and unpolished, like the taste of a pack of American Spirits. Maybe that was why he had left the Mafia. Or maybe because they had set him up. He had never been sure. Alexander brought the cigarette up to his lips and drew in the acrid smoke. It was delightfully unhewn.
Beside him, a slight chill rustled the plain curtains. โ€˜So, have you been cutting down on your smoking? Like you said you would?โ€™ A fragile voice floated towards Alexander from the young woman lying on a bed behind him. She looked barely sixteen. Her voice was much like the smoke emanating from his lips, it wafted gently into the vast expanse of the world, thinning and diminishing, until at last โ€“ nothing. He craned his neck around, with one side of his mouth twitched up in a smile, and replied โ€˜Oh most definitely, Yuukio. I havenโ€™t had a cigarette in days, perhaps months,โ€™ Alexander stopped momentarily, partly in order to take a lengthy drag from his now rapidly disappearing cigarette, partly in order to pull out a battered phone from his pocket with his spare hand. A green notification flashed up on the screen โ€“ โ€˜ELIAS AVERESCHโ€™. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and snuffed out the dying cigarette on the windowsill. โ€˜Was that something important?โ€™ enquired Yuukio, shifting slightly in the sheets, the assorted tubes and clips around her groaning as she did. โ€˜No,โ€™ smiled Alexander, โ€˜it was just the boss, wondering how you are.โ€™ Yuukio smiled back โ€“ she knew he was lying. Alexander dropped himself down into the sterile looking chair beside the bed. He reached out towards the desk beside Yuukioโ€™s bed, and grabbed with his slender fingers a bright orange book, โ€˜Did you like it? The Dostoevsky I got you?โ€™ he asked, absent-mindedly flicking through the pages as he did so. โ€˜I liked it, I think. He reminds me a lot of you, yโ€™know,โ€™ grinned Yuukio.
โ€˜Who? The Underground Man or Dostoevsky?โ€™ Alexander grinned back.
โ€˜Both of them. Youโ€™re a tortured existentialist and an intolerable dickโ€™
โ€˜Maybe I should stop buying you books,โ€™ laughed Alexander, mimicking mock-injury, โ€™Iโ€™m going to get you something like Jodi Picoult or Jane Austen next time โ€“ stop you thinking so much.โ€™
โ€˜Just cause Iโ€™m sick doesnโ€™t mean I canโ€™t think, Alex,โ€™ she retorted, โ€˜besides, youโ€™re the one always harping on about the importance of education and literacy. What did you get me today?โ€™
โ€˜How do you know I got you something? Maybe I didnโ€™t feel like it.โ€™ Yuukio responded with a look of mock-disappointment, crossing her arms across her thin chest, crinkling the blue hospital gown. Alex laughed, she knew him too well. He reached into the leather satchel on the floor beside him and pulled out a pale-white tome. โ€˜Hereโ€™s your required reading for the week, Yuukio, a bit of Wittgenstein, seeing as you love to talk so damn much. The Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus .โ€™ She reached eagerly out for the book, arms weakly flailing about, as if a small child determined to grasp their carnival prize - a terribly endearing sight to be honest. Alexander gingerly lay the books in her pale hands, almost worried that the weight of the bound paper would press upon her too much.
โ€˜Whatโ€™s it about, Alex?โ€™ Asked Yuukio, running her fingers over the cover.
โ€˜Itโ€™s all about languages, and how it limits and delimits each and every one of our worlds. Ludwig Wittgenstein was a brilliant and tortured man, youโ€™ll enjoy it very much โ€“ I think youโ€™ll definitely appreciate his Picture Theory of Language.โ€™ Yuukio looked down at the book, eyes gleaming with genuine pleasure. Alexander reached back down into the satchel and pulled out two more books. โ€˜Yuukio, Iโ€™m leaving these here for you as well,โ€™ he said, placing them with the all the other books on the bedside table, โ€˜I wonโ€™t be able to visit you for maybe a month or two.โ€™ Alexander arose from the barely padded chair โ€“ he was sure he could sit no longer before scoliosis set in. โ€˜Where are you going, Alexander?โ€™ asked Yuukio, laying down the newly acquired book. Alexander smiled, and leant forward as if performing a particularly deep bow, and pressed his lips lightly against her forehead. โ€˜Get some rest, Yuukio, youโ€™ll see me soon.โ€™ He picked up his bag, and strode out the door.


As Alexander walked down the corridor he pulled out his phone, that of the cracked screen and faulty volume. He opened up his messages and scrolled down to ELIAS AVERESCH. The name had a little lollipop emoji beside it. โ€˜How are the negotiations going, oh captain my captain?โ€™ he typed. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. Alexander hated prolonged contact with that devil-brick in his pocket. In fact, he hated contact with most technology. He knew that as technology continued to insidiously infest their lives, there would one day, perhaps not far from now โ€“ where machines would rise up against humans. He just knew it. But now was not the time for his musings on the downfall of humanity. Alexander arrived at the ward nursesโ€™ station. A rather pretty blonde sat behind the desk, typing busily on the old computer. The pink scrubs fell perfectly over her form. โ€˜Excuse me,โ€™ said Alexander, putting on his most innocent smile as he peered down at her nametag, โ€˜Zoe, how are you today?โ€™ She looked up from the screen and into the face of what she could only describe as one of the prettiest boys she had ever seen. Was he handsome? No, he was pretty, definitely pretty, she concluded. Maybe it was actually a girl? In that case, she was one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen. But no, that voice was definitely that of a maleโ€™s โ€“ a most hypnotising one at that. Putting on as pleasant a smile as she could muster, being an underpaid New York City healthcare worker on a rainy Monday morning, she replied, โ€˜Iโ€™m very well, sir, how can I help you today.โ€™
โ€˜Well,โ€™ Alexander drawled, โ€˜Iโ€™ve noticed that the television in Room 402 doesnโ€™t get any cable. Iโ€™m sure itโ€™s just a clerical error.โ€™
โ€˜Oh, let me check the system,โ€™ she replied, โ€˜whatโ€™s the patientโ€™s name?โ€™
โ€˜Yuukio Mikado, 13 years old.โ€™
โ€˜The system says that sheโ€™s not paying for any extras, including cable television. Iโ€™m sorry, sir, but we can only offer cable to paying patients.โ€™
โ€˜Is that the case?โ€™ Alexander smiled, and as he spoke, his eyes seemingly flashed a dark shade of purple, โ€˜But Iโ€™m quite sure weโ€™ve made the necessary payments for all the extras on offer. All of them. It must be an administrative error.โ€™ A strange sensation seized Zoe. Her mind went blank. All she could feel was a strange pressure on the back of her mind, pushing her, no, now shoving her to do something. Oh, that was right, she had made an administrative mistake. Yuukio Mikado had made the necessary payments for all the extras on offer, but she had screwed up. โ€˜Oh,โ€™ Zoe muttered, โ€˜I made an administrative error.โ€™
โ€˜Yes, Zoe, youโ€™ve made an administrative error,โ€™ repeated Alexander, his eyes now a deep violet, โ€˜you should probably correct that right now and send someone up to Ms Mikadoโ€™s room to bring her all her extras.โ€™
โ€˜I should correct that now and send someone up there,โ€™ concluded Zoe, by now already inputting the new information into her computer. Alexanderโ€™s eyes returned to their normal shade of black and he headed for the elevator as the blonde nurse reached for the phone.


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PRESENT DAY


Alexander shifted uncomfortably. The roots of the tree he was sitting under cut into his arse. It made him exceedingly agitated. Although, to be completely honest, it probably wasnโ€™t the tree roots that made him so anxious. The things he and Elias had found, the things they saw on their way up here, Lucyโ€™s kidnapping, they all contributed to the maelstrom in his heart. He reached into his pocket and reached for his smokes, there were only two left in the pack โ€“ enough for the rest of the day, maybe. He flicked a cigarette out the pack and lit it. Elias had been gone maybe five minutes, yet Alexander was already worrying for his safety. It wasnโ€™t that he didnโ€™t trust Elias to protect himself, it was just that at times it seemed like their whole endeavour, everything they stood for, rested entirely on Elias. The whole faรงade would come crashing down without him. He was basically the most important person in the world โ€“ for them, of course. Alexander wondered what Lies and Astrid were up to, he would get up and look for them, but he had taken one too many Alprazolam and, well, he couldnโ€™t quite feel his body. He was sure theyโ€™d be fine, they were capable people after all - perhaps even sensible. Besides, he felt so good right now. Alexander mustered the strength to bring his cigarette up to his lips. It taxed him so when he used his powers, and the headaches never stopped. The fact that they had been travelling for days without end and proper rest only winded him more. Another migraine seized him, sending spasms down his neck. He needed a bed, some rest, another pack of smokes. But it wasnโ€™t the time to talk about what he needed, he had spent enough of his life being selfish. Elias, Lies, everyone needed him to be strong right now. Alexander sighed, more Alprazolam would have to wait until they found a safe bed, all of them. He wondered how Yuukio was doing.

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It all felt hollow.

Everyone was too tired to thrive as they had before, too harrowed by the recent events to smile and joke and generally emote. Everything felt blank, but not in the way of a canvas awaiting art. Blank in the way of starkness. Cold. Lonely. Devoid of color. Lies yearned for sleep, but truth be told, even if the option was available, she doubted she would be able to. A long series of unfortunates had instilled a certain level of insomnia into her and her comrades. They were kept up by worry and fear and dread and a dwindling hope that clung stubbornly.

It was easier when they were moving. Their journey had felt almost mechanical, left foot, right foot, left, right. The air sticky with silence, everyone too exhausted to so much as hum. Lies had watched her own feet, focusing on the ache in her calves. She could have sworn she had nodded off here and there, unconscious but still moving. Moving. Moving.

But now they were still, sitting among the green as they waited with varying levels of patience.

'Half an hour', he'd said. Two thirds of the way through his allotted 'head start', and Lies was itching for movement.

She sat cross-legged on a fallen tree, ignoring the moss that cloaked it as it dampened her clothes. Her attention was on the ribbon sliding through her fingers. Her thoughts willed it to curl and dance, a violet river tracking across her knuckles. Any other day, it might have been a charming little thing to witness. The way the fabric moved with seeming sentience. But its sway was melancholy rather than mischievous, and it carried memories that, a week ago, would have been merry. Now, they left a taste of solemness on Lies' tongue.

She remembered Lucy looping the ribbon around her ponytail, knotting the silk into a tidy bow. 'You need a bit of color,' She'd mused, smile as vivid as the ribbon's purple hue.

It had been a passing moment, one quickly forgotten. But since Lucy had disappeared, what should have been a fleeting occurrence was becoming progressively more stubborn in its refusal to be abandoned.

With a sigh, Lies stood up, walking sluggishly over to Alexander before seating herself beside him. She didn't say anything for a moment, and she was too tired to complain about the cigarette caught between the boy's lips. After a beat of silence she finally spoke, head not turning to face him as she gazed out into the green mess. "How are you holding up?"


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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Reed and Robin didnโ€™t argue with Jane. They both knew she was not in the right frame of mind to be calm so neither told her to do so. They didnโ€™t think Nakoda had just left. It was entirely unlike her. She was certainly not one to just leave unannounced. She would have felt guilty for doing so. She would rather say goodbye and see the pain she was leaving than leaving without ever letting them know. It wasnโ€™t like Nakoda.

Reed and Robin both looked up as Danny appeared in the kitchen rather suddenly. The atmosphere of the room was immediately improved. They both smiled at him, finding the boy rather fun. Both could talk to him without Danny stuttering, but with girlsโ€ฆ That was different. They both appreciated Dannyโ€™s nerves. Robin had been the one that was a bit shy with girls growing up but even he had found a girlfriend and they were happy. He was happy. It was odd since he had always figured it would be Reed who was so happy. Instead, it was him and it was exhilarating.

Robin looked to the door, his face twisting into one of confusion and concern. He wrapped his arms more tightly around Hope. Reed was about to reassure Jane theyโ€™d find her when everyone heard a voice they hadnโ€™t in years. โ€Guysโ€ฆโ€ He stated just before a young man stepped into their kitchen. It was Elias. Reed moved to keep himself between Jane and Elias but she was already gone to see him.

The twins looked at each other, concern evident on both their faces. Neither wanted to leave Jane alone simply because she was their friend and both knew what Elais had done, both had been present. The room became extremely silent. โ€Iโ€™ll keep any eye on them.โ€ It was all Robin had to say as he moved away from Hope and Reed leaned against the counter, his stomach a wave of nerves.

Elias had been an extremist. He had been one to believe individuals with special abilities should not hide in the dark, but be ruling the light. The twins, while agreeing that people with special abilities shouldn't have to hide, both agreed that ruling the world was not the answer either. The answer was a mutual peace but that wasn't the way with Elias and his group. It was one way or the highway and the twins had certainly ended up taking the highway.

Robin waited until he heard the door close before going down the hallway he had seen Elias and Jane move before leaning against the hallway's entrance, far enough away from the door to give the two privacy but close enough to step in if he saw anything begin to happen.

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                        Everything seemed to stand far too still while at the same time, curiously enough, the Earth's rotation seemed far too pronounced, and it felt to Elias as though he could feel the very shifting of the tectonic plates themselves. There was a beat of silence that elongated itself, making the moment seem like minutes. All the strange tricks your mind can play on you.

                        The silence ended and she laughed. Laughed. He wasn't entirely sure what else he was expecting. A slap in the face? Far too unlike Jane. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for either. All the times he'd thought about the home he'd left behind and the people he wished he could see again, not once had he actually played out a scenario in his head where he'd reunite with them. It seemed too unrealistic at the time. The world had a funny way of playing out. It half felt like fate, or destiny, or some other similarly ridiculous force was playing a nasty trick on him.

                        But he couldn't blame her at all. He almost felt like laughing himself. And he did, cracked a smile and a small chuckle. He could see where she was coming from. The whole thing was so terribly anticlimactic. All those months and somehow so little had really changed. He had walked into the house and over the threshold of the kitchen with such ease, as if there were no problem or strangeness about it. As if he belonged there. As if he had never left.

                        But that was nothing but a shimmering ghost of the past. The truth remained, hanging in the air like a stifling presence. There was a strangeness about it all. He didn't belong, and he had left. Nothing could change the facts.

                        Jane dropped from the counter she was perched on, and his vision, previously so laser-focused on Jane the rest of his surroundings blurred, cleared and focused. He heard her excuse herself, and in the moments before she gripped his arm, he took the opportunity to fully scan the faces he had barely noted before. He recognized two of them, the twins, who had been there when he still was. They were there the day he left too, and he could practically see the wariness in their eyes. He nearly laughed again. Of course they'd be reluctant to leave Jane alone with him; if he were in their place, he'd likely feel the same. The other two were new faces, but he'd been gone for quite a while, and he wasn't surprised to see some of the residents had changed.

                        She pulled him out of the room, and he didn't acknowledge the others in the kitchen before turning to follow her. He had more pressing matters than trying to make amends or new friends. Outside the air still held something of a chill, and he appreciated the sharp breeze that kept his mind clear. The door shut behind them, and there was another beat of silence. And then she asked him if he was okay. So many months from the fateful day he had slipped out of the house in the early hours of dawn like some kind of criminal (which he may very well have been), and the first words she said to him were "please tell me you're okay." He couldn't stop the sharp, bitter laugh that escaped his mouth.

                        "Christ," he said, running a hand through his hair. "That's so... That is just what you would say, isn't it?" He laughed again, just a breathy testament to how much she made him hate himself.

                        "Couldn't you just," he said, after a brief moment avoiding her gaze, "I don't know, call me a bastard or a son of a bitch or punch me in the face or, or something?" He failed to mask his frustration (less with her, more with himself), and his voice rose slightly. He took a deep breath, sighed, released the hand he'd unknowingly clenched into a fist. Maybe he should have talked to Owen or one of the others first. Someone more willing to greet him the way he probably deserved to be greeted. "Sorry," he said, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder. "Sorry."

                        He wanted to hug her, but things weren't the way they used to be, and something like that would carry so much more weight than it used to. If she accepted it, it would mean forgiveness, and god knew he sure as hell didn't deserve that. And if she pushed him away it would mean something so much worse.

                        He retracted his hand, dropping it awkwardly at his side. He didn't have time for his own stupid melodrama. There were far more pressing matters to attend to. "Jane, listen, I came back for a reason." He paused, looking for the proper way to phrase what he knew he had to tell her. He pulled in a breath. "I hope I'm wrong, but if I'm not, then you're missing someone from the house. Since this morning. And I know why." He paused again, knowing that sounded far too ominous and shady on his part, but being entirely unaware of how to correct it. So he just plowed on ahead. "I have a team following me. They'll be here in a few minutes, but I wanted the chance to tell you first. Face-to-face. There's a cell of Hunters in this area, Jane. And they're bigger than any I've seen before. They took one of my own, and I think they just grabbed one of yours too."

                        He finally stopped there. It was a lot of information to process, he knew that, but if he didn't get it all out at once, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to break the news to her at all.

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Hope smiled at Robin as he slid her a glass of the smoothie, but she waved her hand as a sign of rejection, she was too worried about Nakoda and Jane to think about drinking or eating, no doubt Robin would make a point of how unhealthily she worried, but she would just laugh it off later. She then heard Jane's word and breathed a sigh of relief at them, glad to hear Nakoda wasn't in the hospital, oblivious to the fact that maybe something more sinister was currently at play in the small town. She simply felt Jane squeeze her hand and felt as if she didn't need to worry, Jane had more gifts than she knew.

Hope hadn't expected Robin to hug her but the warmth was welcome, she lifted her hands to his back and lightly squeezed, she was still slightly shaken at the idea of Nakoda being in the hospital and she could feel the atmosphere in the room change, it was becoming crowded and Hope could feel herself being overwhelmed by the emotions but Robin had grounded her at just the right moment. His hug making her blind the auras swirling around the room and letting her breath like normal. "We'll find her." Was all she had to hear from him and she felt as if he knew it, his promise making it easier for her to breath and relax, her body no longer as tense or tight as it was, her grip loosing slightly but still embracing Robin. As much as he tried to nest into her shoulder, he was considerably taller than her and made it easier for her to rest her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as cheesy as it sounded, it made it easier to ignore her 'gifts'.

However good Robin was at making Hope's gifts quiet down, it didn't stop the overwhelming sense of a sudden aura hitting the room. Danny's presence hit Hope just as fast as he had entered the room, causing her to let out a slight gasp, whether it was from the shock or if it hurt, she didn't even quite know but she'd assume it was the shock. She looked up from Robin's chest to give him a smile, her eyelids had grown considerably heavy and she blinked once or twice to get rid of the feeling. Hope listened to Danny as he progressed through his sentence, his attitude to the stutter was to be admired, he carried himself as she would and seemed to ignore the stutter, which she had grown accustomed to, she smiled as he made his through the sentence, nodding to him in an effort to give him some encouragement, not to finish the sentence more so to be comfortable around her and Jane, but she knew it was easier said than done.

Hope then felt another, much more powerful aura flood the kitchen, there was just so many emotions, she tried to peer over Robin and forgot he was too tall for her to even make it over his shoulder and so she looked around him, to see an unfamiliar face yet he seemed familiar in the house, maybe he'd left a linger, she could feel the tension in Robin and went to speak as he left her, her hands slowly sliding away from him. Her face dipped into a slight frown but she turned to Reed and gave him a quizzical look. "Reed?" She asked, her eyes still looking at Robin. "Who was that?" She glanced over at the other twin before looking back to where Robin had once stood.

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Whilst Owen wasnโ€™t a man who liked to keep to very strict routines, there was one he did more or less often that he found necessary. Before the crack of dawn, he would get up to exercise, then afterwards patrol the grounds and woods around Safe Haven (serving the double purpose of cooling off and warding off anyone who wandered too close to it). He would start any repair or garden work necessary for the houseโ€™s upkeep as the sun began to rise over the property. Afterwards, he would take a well-deserved shower and make, or help make if someone went and did it ahead of him, breakfast for the occupants.
It had become part of the relatively comfortable living arrangement he and Jane Wolfe, his most trusted ally, his interpreter (of sorts) and the only family he really had left, had made for themselves and for anyone who, like them, no longer had a come to call theirs. Initially a pet project cum survival tactic, seeing the effect it had within the span a little than two years saw it grow out of its 'pet' status. There was nothing petty about the fact that they had somehow been given these abilities beyond their control at birth, and even further beyond their control was the perception 'normal' people had towards people like them. There was nothing petty about being able to help those who possessed them who were entirely lost as to how to deal with these abilities in a world he knew would be inhospitable to their kind if they were to make themselves known. For now, they would have to rely on the temporary obscurity that protected them.
Owen cut short his patrol around the grounds twenty minutes into the wooded area. Unlike others whom she connected with, Owen had so much exposure to Jane's mind link with their frequent communication with each other that somehow the residual parts of her consciousness were embedded in his mind, allowing him to sense her feelings. He ran over potential scenarios as he picked up on vague hints of anxiety and dread, from the most harmlessโ€”the car keys were missing, breakfast was burnt, they ran out of a particular ingredientโ€”to the most harmfulโ€”death. Though didn't put him completely at ease, at least his mind was occupied.
Owen entered through the back of the house near the kitchen, and saw one small group of their occupants gathered along the kitchen counter.

"Where's Jane? Something's up." Owen frowned as he signed to the group, deciding to look for her himself when no immediate response came from any of them. "What's happened? Where's Jane? Where'd she go?" Once one of them had pointed out the direction in which Jane had went, he gave them a thankful yet stern nod, and walked quickly in that direction... until he saw something he had least expected.

Elias. Elias Averesch.

Barring that he didn't speak, he was at a loss of words and turned to Jane in his confusion, not sure of young man in front of him. He hadn't heard what had been said to Jane.

"You're here." He thought mentally, touching Jane's shoulder to help stream these thoughts into her. "Why are you here?"

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