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“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
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No one ever leaves the Nightingale institute.
Unless their dead, of course. Oh, or if they’re Maggie and Pandora. Those two managed to slip out in an orchestrated bloodbath. They’ll try and get them back, there just undecided on if they should kill them or reintroduce them to the program.
The Nightingale Institute started many years ago. Originally it was just a small experiment here or there, nothing major. Then began the kidnappings of both humans and supernatural. Then the killings. They were taking supernatural beings and extracting any strand of DNA they could from them, studying the mutations. They combined them, and gave them to human subjects, altering them into hybrid concoctions that didn’t always work. Some snap, some are too lethal. They are eliminated quite fast along with the supernatural beings that are useless once they’ve gotten the DNA they wanted from them. As the years have gone by, the number of stolen supernatural beings has increased and gained attention within the supernatural community.
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No one ever leaves the Nightingale institute.
Unless their dead, of course. Oh, or if they’re Maggie and Pandora. Those two managed to slip out in an orchestrated bloodbath. They’ll try and get them back, there just undecided on if they should kill them or reintroduce them to the program.
The Nightingale Institute started many years ago. Originally it was just a small experiment here or there, nothing major. Then began the kidnappings of both humans and supernatural. Then the killings. They were taking supernatural beings and extracting any strand of DNA they could from them, studying the mutations. They combined them, and gave them to human subjects, altering them into hybrid concoctions that didn’t always work. Some snap, some are too lethal. They are eliminated quite fast along with the supernatural beings that are useless once they’ve gotten the DNA they wanted from them. As the years have gone by, the number of stolen supernatural beings has increased and gained attention within the supernatural community.
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Magnolia Wolfe, as glad as she was to finally be free of the Nightingale Institute, was going to swear obscenities to the Gods above if she had to spend one more frickin’ night outdoors.
As much as she always dreamed of being outside again (being locked in a lab building for 13 years would do that to a person), she hadn’t realized just how much she wouldn’t be cut out for it. Her body wasn’t adapted to the outside like it had been as a free child. Her skin, although carrying an ever present tan colour thanks to her ancestry, was still an unnaturally pale, having not seen sunlight for awhile. The three nights her and Pandora had spent outside had given her some healthy colour back, but she was certain it would take longer for it to appear normal. Or maybe being pale was a vampire side effect. She’d rather not think of that. Ugh, even her eyes could barley stay open as soon as she saw sunlight. She was sure she was going to get captured simply for the fact she was stumbling blind for a few hours as her eyes tried there hardest to adjust.
She wanted to be back indoors. Surprisingly, wilderness floors weren’t as comfy the crappy cot she’d slept on most of her life.
As Pandora and Maggie continued their trek in the woods, covering their tracks, Maggie was surprised when they accidentally stumbled upon a clearing space. And in the middle of that clearing? A house.
Instinctively placing her hand on her one and only friend’s wrist, she looked at the curly haired girl and said, “Pandora, look, there’s a cabin.” Dropping her hand, her brown eyes wandered to the wooden house as she stated frankly, “come on, let’s crash here for the night.” The lights were out, and from what she could see, no vehicle was within the immediate vicinity. Didn’t look like anyone was home.
Maggie’s hope instantly crashed when she heard Maggie state, “No, someone lives there. Let’s just find a cave or something. I’ll make the fire.” As much as she loved Pandora, sometime she had to play the tough love card. “I’m not sleeping outside again,” Maggie retorted, “you can sleep in a cave, but I’m breaking in.” That was a lie, of course. She would never just leave Pandora, but she hoped it would sway her decision.
“Please, the owner is going to be pissed,” Pandora pleaded. “What if they have an axe or shotgun? Come on, a cave won’t be that bad.” No, a cave would be that bad. She’d rather test the labs 'Magnolia may be immortal' theory against an angry homeowner than use a rock as a pillow again. “We just escaped that hellhole, and you’re worried about someone having a shotgun?” Maggie questioned. “They probably have a shower,” she coaxed, trying to barter now. “And food. When was the last time we even had any good food?”
Pandora stayed silent for a moment, and Maggie felt hope rising in her chest thinking she was going to cave in. She was wrong. “We shouldn’t steal food. I can get us some fish. I hear some nearby.” Maggie rubbed her eyes slightly in frustration. Bless Pandora’s moral heart. “Fish. Seriously? Isn’t that cannibalism for you?” Please, Pandora. We’re both tired, and this is a safe place.” Well, no place was safe, but it might as well be comfy. Pausing for a second, Maggie looked her friend square in the eyes and pleaded, “Please.” Pandora let all of Maggie’s hopes disappear when she started to turn away, saying “Fish have protein and fish eat fish all the time. Please, let’s just go get some fish.”
As if on instinct, Maggie started moving towards the house without thinking. When she stepped on the porch, she bent down and ripped off her crappy scrubs left pant leg up to her knee, wrapping the soil and grass stained fabric around her wrist. In a split second, her fist went through the small glass panel on the front door. Feeling around the the lock on the other side, she found it and flicked it open, and retreated her hand to open the door wide. Feeling a sting on her hand from where the glass and ripped through the fabric and through her flesh, she ignored it as she called over to Pandora, “Doors open. Might as well just walk right in.” Without seeing if Panda would follow her, Maggie slipped right through into the cabin. She prayed they had a shower.
Pandora’s voice carried through the space. “It is a really cute place, we have to clean up the glass… but first,” and as if on cute, she squeaked, “Dibs on the shower! I’ll be quick!” Maggie stared astonished at the girl. Pff, moral heart, her ass. Turning to walk into the kitchen area, she dropped the slightly bloody fabric onto the kitchen counter and ran her hand under the cold water. She’d need to find something to take the small glass pieces out.
Removing her hand from under the stream of water, she let her eyes wander around the space. As if luck was finally being swayed in her favour, she spotted a bowl of fruit on the counter. And right on top? A peach. Grinning, she grabbed it, and started munching away.
As much as she always dreamed of being outside again (being locked in a lab building for 13 years would do that to a person), she hadn’t realized just how much she wouldn’t be cut out for it. Her body wasn’t adapted to the outside like it had been as a free child. Her skin, although carrying an ever present tan colour thanks to her ancestry, was still an unnaturally pale, having not seen sunlight for awhile. The three nights her and Pandora had spent outside had given her some healthy colour back, but she was certain it would take longer for it to appear normal. Or maybe being pale was a vampire side effect. She’d rather not think of that. Ugh, even her eyes could barley stay open as soon as she saw sunlight. She was sure she was going to get captured simply for the fact she was stumbling blind for a few hours as her eyes tried there hardest to adjust.
She wanted to be back indoors. Surprisingly, wilderness floors weren’t as comfy the crappy cot she’d slept on most of her life.
As Pandora and Maggie continued their trek in the woods, covering their tracks, Maggie was surprised when they accidentally stumbled upon a clearing space. And in the middle of that clearing? A house.
Instinctively placing her hand on her one and only friend’s wrist, she looked at the curly haired girl and said, “Pandora, look, there’s a cabin.” Dropping her hand, her brown eyes wandered to the wooden house as she stated frankly, “come on, let’s crash here for the night.” The lights were out, and from what she could see, no vehicle was within the immediate vicinity. Didn’t look like anyone was home.
Maggie’s hope instantly crashed when she heard Maggie state, “No, someone lives there. Let’s just find a cave or something. I’ll make the fire.” As much as she loved Pandora, sometime she had to play the tough love card. “I’m not sleeping outside again,” Maggie retorted, “you can sleep in a cave, but I’m breaking in.” That was a lie, of course. She would never just leave Pandora, but she hoped it would sway her decision.
“Please, the owner is going to be pissed,” Pandora pleaded. “What if they have an axe or shotgun? Come on, a cave won’t be that bad.” No, a cave would be that bad. She’d rather test the labs 'Magnolia may be immortal' theory against an angry homeowner than use a rock as a pillow again. “We just escaped that hellhole, and you’re worried about someone having a shotgun?” Maggie questioned. “They probably have a shower,” she coaxed, trying to barter now. “And food. When was the last time we even had any good food?”
Pandora stayed silent for a moment, and Maggie felt hope rising in her chest thinking she was going to cave in. She was wrong. “We shouldn’t steal food. I can get us some fish. I hear some nearby.” Maggie rubbed her eyes slightly in frustration. Bless Pandora’s moral heart. “Fish. Seriously? Isn’t that cannibalism for you?” Please, Pandora. We’re both tired, and this is a safe place.” Well, no place was safe, but it might as well be comfy. Pausing for a second, Maggie looked her friend square in the eyes and pleaded, “Please.” Pandora let all of Maggie’s hopes disappear when she started to turn away, saying “Fish have protein and fish eat fish all the time. Please, let’s just go get some fish.”
As if on instinct, Maggie started moving towards the house without thinking. When she stepped on the porch, she bent down and ripped off her crappy scrubs left pant leg up to her knee, wrapping the soil and grass stained fabric around her wrist. In a split second, her fist went through the small glass panel on the front door. Feeling around the the lock on the other side, she found it and flicked it open, and retreated her hand to open the door wide. Feeling a sting on her hand from where the glass and ripped through the fabric and through her flesh, she ignored it as she called over to Pandora, “Doors open. Might as well just walk right in.” Without seeing if Panda would follow her, Maggie slipped right through into the cabin. She prayed they had a shower.
Pandora’s voice carried through the space. “It is a really cute place, we have to clean up the glass… but first,” and as if on cute, she squeaked, “Dibs on the shower! I’ll be quick!” Maggie stared astonished at the girl. Pff, moral heart, her ass. Turning to walk into the kitchen area, she dropped the slightly bloody fabric onto the kitchen counter and ran her hand under the cold water. She’d need to find something to take the small glass pieces out.
Removing her hand from under the stream of water, she let her eyes wander around the space. As if luck was finally being swayed in her favour, she spotted a bowl of fruit on the counter. And right on top? A peach. Grinning, she grabbed it, and started munching away.
Pandora felt guilty about being in the cabin and using the shower. She decided to make it up to the owner later. She hummed softly to herself as she enjoyed her first shower in days. Panda could have stayed under the water for hours, but she made it quick for Maggie’s sake. When she stepped out of the shower, she glanced at the scrubs she folded and put on the toilet. They were the last things she wanted to put on. Panda just grabbed a towel and wrapped it securely around herself. The last thing she would do is go find some clothes of the owner to wear. They did just break into the owner’s cabin.
Happily, she walked back out to the kitchen. She smiled at Maggie. Though, her eyes quickly went to the slightly bloody fabric on the counter. Pandora walked over to Maggie, who was munching away on a peach, and looked her up and down. “Where are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself when you opened the door?” she asked before noticing Maggie’s hand.
“Wait here,” she added. She disappeared again to rummage around the cabin.
Once Pandora found a first aid kit, she quickly returned to Maggie. She smiled at Maggie as she opened the kit and placed it on the counter. Pandora held her hand out to Maggie. “Let’s see your hand, I’ll be as gentle as I can. Also, if you let me give you a little shock, I can make it painless,” she said. She picked up a pair of tweezers with one hand. With her other hand, she had small sparks of white electricity moved through her fingers.
“I promise the shock won’t hurt too much, but let’s fix you up before the owner comes home to shoot or ax us down,” she said, a soft bubbly laugh escaping her lips.
Happily, she walked back out to the kitchen. She smiled at Maggie. Though, her eyes quickly went to the slightly bloody fabric on the counter. Pandora walked over to Maggie, who was munching away on a peach, and looked her up and down. “Where are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself when you opened the door?” she asked before noticing Maggie’s hand.
“Wait here,” she added. She disappeared again to rummage around the cabin.
Once Pandora found a first aid kit, she quickly returned to Maggie. She smiled at Maggie as she opened the kit and placed it on the counter. Pandora held her hand out to Maggie. “Let’s see your hand, I’ll be as gentle as I can. Also, if you let me give you a little shock, I can make it painless,” she said. She picked up a pair of tweezers with one hand. With her other hand, she had small sparks of white electricity moved through her fingers.
“I promise the shock won’t hurt too much, but let’s fix you up before the owner comes home to shoot or ax us down,” she said, a soft bubbly laugh escaping her lips.
ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇᴡᴀʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɴᴏɴ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪʀᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ, ɴᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴘʟᴜs, sʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ sᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏғғ ᴏʀ ᴏɴ.
sʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇɴɢᴇʀs sᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴛғᴏʀᴍ sʜᴇ ғɪᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴋᴇʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪʀᴋs ᴜᴘ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ, ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ sᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ.
ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏғᴛʟʏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴅᴅ sɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ, ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄ. "ᴜʜ, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɴᴏ." ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. "ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ?" ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ.
ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇs. ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀɪsᴋ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɪғ sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ sʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ. "ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs." sʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏsᴇ, sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ. "ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ?" ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ᴛʜɪɴ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs. ᴘᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ, ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
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Grumbling a bit as Pandora came back with a first aid kit, she reluctantly placed her hand in her friends own. The bleeding wasn't that bad, but she'd rather not have her skin grow over the glass. She was a fast healer, best get it out as quick as she could. "I honestly don't care about the pain," Maggie mumbled in all honesty. Glass in her knuckles was a nice relief from the usual painful shit she was put through at the institute.
Still eating the peach with the fruit in her other hand, she absentmindedly watched Pandora pick little piece of glass from her hand one by one. She was so distracted she almost didn't notice the voice that came from the entry to the kitchen area. Dropping the peach to the floor, she yanked her hand away and stepped in front of Pandora defensively, eyeing the blonde girl who no doubt was the owner of the house.
Man, she was never gunna hear the end of this one.
Still giving a sharp look at the girl, she wiped her hand on her scrub top to stop the blood from dripping on the floor. Quirking her eyebrow, she shot a look behind her to Pandora and asked, "so this wasn't your grandma's house after all?" As much as she didn't have a problem admitting to breaking into a house, especially since it was clear she had, Maggie really had no interest in explaining any of the situation to the girl before hand. Her tone was clearly sarcastic, so it wasn't really a lie. Turning to look back at the blonde, she shrugged her shoulders saying an unapologetic, "sorry about that."
Grabbing Pandora's hand in hers, she dragged her friend behind her and passed the blonde. Stepping over the broken glass, she whisked out the door, feeling partially sorry for her friend just wrapped in the towel. Not like they had much choice anyways. Panda definitely didn't have time to change before the blonde inevitably called the cops. Hopping off the porch, her brown eyes spotted the car in the driveway. She'd never driven one, but had no doubt she could hot-wire one. It would be faster than going on foot. Turning over to look at Pandora, she said, "I think I can break into the car." She just hoped she could be fast enough and the blonde wouldn't be dumb enough to follow them directly outside right away.
Still eating the peach with the fruit in her other hand, she absentmindedly watched Pandora pick little piece of glass from her hand one by one. She was so distracted she almost didn't notice the voice that came from the entry to the kitchen area. Dropping the peach to the floor, she yanked her hand away and stepped in front of Pandora defensively, eyeing the blonde girl who no doubt was the owner of the house.
Man, she was never gunna hear the end of this one.
Still giving a sharp look at the girl, she wiped her hand on her scrub top to stop the blood from dripping on the floor. Quirking her eyebrow, she shot a look behind her to Pandora and asked, "so this wasn't your grandma's house after all?" As much as she didn't have a problem admitting to breaking into a house, especially since it was clear she had, Maggie really had no interest in explaining any of the situation to the girl before hand. Her tone was clearly sarcastic, so it wasn't really a lie. Turning to look back at the blonde, she shrugged her shoulders saying an unapologetic, "sorry about that."
Grabbing Pandora's hand in hers, she dragged her friend behind her and passed the blonde. Stepping over the broken glass, she whisked out the door, feeling partially sorry for her friend just wrapped in the towel. Not like they had much choice anyways. Panda definitely didn't have time to change before the blonde inevitably called the cops. Hopping off the porch, her brown eyes spotted the car in the driveway. She'd never driven one, but had no doubt she could hot-wire one. It would be faster than going on foot. Turning over to look at Pandora, she said, "I think I can break into the car." She just hoped she could be fast enough and the blonde wouldn't be dumb enough to follow them directly outside right away.
Pandora focused on Maggie’s hand and decided to ignore her comment. She didn’t want to cause her friend any pain. Her expression was blank as she picked the glass out. Panda was a bit annoyed her friend was hurt. All my fault. If I found us better shelter and food, we wouldn’t have had to break into this cabin.
She took out the last piece of glass when Maggie pulled her hand away. Confusion filled her eyes and she looked up. The confusion was replaced by surprise. There was a blonde standing there. A smile formed on Pandora’s lip as she looked at the girl. She looked away from the girl when Maggie looked back at her. She just smiled at Maggie. It was a bit difficult for her to not looked shocked at Maggie’s words. Why is Maggie trying to lie her way out of this? The truth is always best. She is being sarcastic as well. This blonde may just shoot us, but I don’t see a gun on her…or ax, yet.
If Pandora was an outsider looking in on the situation, she would have found it comical. Pandora glanced at the blonde as she was dragged out of the house. She kind of forgot she was wearing a towel. While being dragged, her left foot stepped onto the glass on the floor. This is when she remembered she just had a towel on. Pandora ignored the pain. She pulled her hand away when Maggie spoke again.
“We are not breaking into the car. We just need to be honest with her. Everything will be okay,” she said. Her tone was sweet, but firm. She headed back to the blonde. She left bloody footsteps in her track. Pandora hadn’t notice she was bleeding yet. Pandora found it easy to ignore the pain. In a matter of seconds, Pandora was in front of the blonde again.
“Hello, my name is Pandora,” she paused to hold her hand out for a handshake, “I am sorry we broke into your house. We are being chased, and we were desperate. We kind of been stuck in these woods for three days. It was all my idea, so you can just call the cops on me if you plan to call them. I’ll help you clean up before they come though.”
Pandora tucked a few strands of her hair behind her right ear. Her hair dripped water onto her skin. She readjusted the towel as she smiled at the girl. Pandora couldn’t help, but glance in Maggie’s direction. She hoped she wasn’t breaking into the car. Panda was a bit nervous as well, so white sparks came off her fingertips. We are going to go to jail. The scientist are going to find us…probably going to kill us for escaping. As her thoughts ate away at her, she just smiled at the blonde.
She took out the last piece of glass when Maggie pulled her hand away. Confusion filled her eyes and she looked up. The confusion was replaced by surprise. There was a blonde standing there. A smile formed on Pandora’s lip as she looked at the girl. She looked away from the girl when Maggie looked back at her. She just smiled at Maggie. It was a bit difficult for her to not looked shocked at Maggie’s words. Why is Maggie trying to lie her way out of this? The truth is always best. She is being sarcastic as well. This blonde may just shoot us, but I don’t see a gun on her…or ax, yet.
If Pandora was an outsider looking in on the situation, she would have found it comical. Pandora glanced at the blonde as she was dragged out of the house. She kind of forgot she was wearing a towel. While being dragged, her left foot stepped onto the glass on the floor. This is when she remembered she just had a towel on. Pandora ignored the pain. She pulled her hand away when Maggie spoke again.
“We are not breaking into the car. We just need to be honest with her. Everything will be okay,” she said. Her tone was sweet, but firm. She headed back to the blonde. She left bloody footsteps in her track. Pandora hadn’t notice she was bleeding yet. Pandora found it easy to ignore the pain. In a matter of seconds, Pandora was in front of the blonde again.
“Hello, my name is Pandora,” she paused to hold her hand out for a handshake, “I am sorry we broke into your house. We are being chased, and we were desperate. We kind of been stuck in these woods for three days. It was all my idea, so you can just call the cops on me if you plan to call them. I’ll help you clean up before they come though.”
Pandora tucked a few strands of her hair behind her right ear. Her hair dripped water onto her skin. She readjusted the towel as she smiled at the girl. Pandora couldn’t help, but glance in Maggie’s direction. She hoped she wasn’t breaking into the car. Panda was a bit nervous as well, so white sparks came off her fingertips. We are going to go to jail. The scientist are going to find us…probably going to kill us for escaping. As her thoughts ate away at her, she just smiled at the blonde.
ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀs ᴏғ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ. ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴋ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜғғ. ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴘs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏғғ. "ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍᴍɪᴛ." sʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ, sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇs.
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ. sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ sʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀxɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs. "ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ."
ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ. “ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴡᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ᴡᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏs. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴘs ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪ’ʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.”
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ɢɪʀʟs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ... sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴ ʜᴀs sᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴀᴢɪᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's ғᴏᴏᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. "sᴏᴜɴᴅs... ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ."
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, sᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ. "ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ." ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʙɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʟɪᴘ, ʙʀᴏᴡs ғᴜʀʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's ғᴏᴏᴛ. "ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴғᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss."
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ sʜᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴍ. ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴜɴ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴋ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜғғ. ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴘs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏғғ. "ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍᴍɪᴛ." sʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ, sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇs.
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ. sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ sʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀxɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴍɪʟᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs. "ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ."
ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ. “ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴡᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ᴡᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏs. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴘs ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪ’ʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.”
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ɢɪʀʟs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ... sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴ ʜᴀs sᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴀᴢɪᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's ғᴏᴏᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. "sᴏᴜɴᴅs... ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ."
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, sᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ. "ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ." ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ʙɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʟɪᴘ, ʙʀᴏᴡs ғᴜʀʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ's ғᴏᴏᴛ. "ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴғᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss."
ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ sʜᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴍ. ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴜɴ.
Ivan glanced at his phone’s GPS and was glad when the two dots stopped moving. He had been following these girls for three days. He had to do it under the lab’s search team radar as well. Hell, they were probably still tracking the duplicate tracking bugs he flushed down the toilet. Ivan would have found the girls by now, but Love needed pit-stops and given food or water every now and then. Also, thanks to the puppy, he didn’t want to go too fast. Now, Love was asleep in the sidecar. She had a blue helmet that matched his helmet and in turn the motorcycle.
Finally, he came near the cabin. He turned off the bike a bit off into the distant. He didn’t want to be noticed right away. Ivan took his helmet off. He slipped his keys and phone into his pocket. He walked over to the other side of the sidecar. Love was still asleep. He glanced at his duffel bag at the foot of the side car. As he took the helmet off Love, she woke up. The puppy yawned and stretched before she stood up excitingly. Ivan quickly put a finger to his lips to keep Love quiet. A small smile graced his lips as the puppy’s tail wagged like crazy.
The puppy was in the lab, and Ivan had no idea why. Though, he refused to have it tested on. It was what made him decide to leave the lab and help the girls out. Working at the lab was rough on him. He wasn't the nicest person when you got to know him, but he didn't like death, especially if it was caused by a human. Also, he cared for animals more than humans or creatures like them. He could care less about humans or creatures like them. It may have been as his parents never really showed him love. In Sweden, a stray cat showed him more love than his parents. It would come to his house daily. It may have just come for food, but Ivan didn’t care. It purred and loved being petted by him. Ivan picked up Love and slowly walked towards the cabin.
When he got closer, he saw Magnolia near some car. He rolled his eyes. Ivan rather have run into Pandora first. The girl was way too nice. It was going to fuck her over one day. He ignored the licks Love gave him. Ivan named the puppy Love because her nose looked like a heart. His gaze slowly went to meet Magnolia's. "I come in peace. You and Pandora have tracking devices. I decided to come and take them out for you two," he said. He kept his distant from the girl. Ivan did not want her near him thanks to the vampire blood in her veins. Slowly he looked around for Pandora.
Finally, he came near the cabin. He turned off the bike a bit off into the distant. He didn’t want to be noticed right away. Ivan took his helmet off. He slipped his keys and phone into his pocket. He walked over to the other side of the sidecar. Love was still asleep. He glanced at his duffel bag at the foot of the side car. As he took the helmet off Love, she woke up. The puppy yawned and stretched before she stood up excitingly. Ivan quickly put a finger to his lips to keep Love quiet. A small smile graced his lips as the puppy’s tail wagged like crazy.
The puppy was in the lab, and Ivan had no idea why. Though, he refused to have it tested on. It was what made him decide to leave the lab and help the girls out. Working at the lab was rough on him. He wasn't the nicest person when you got to know him, but he didn't like death, especially if it was caused by a human. Also, he cared for animals more than humans or creatures like them. He could care less about humans or creatures like them. It may have been as his parents never really showed him love. In Sweden, a stray cat showed him more love than his parents. It would come to his house daily. It may have just come for food, but Ivan didn’t care. It purred and loved being petted by him. Ivan picked up Love and slowly walked towards the cabin.
When he got closer, he saw Magnolia near some car. He rolled his eyes. Ivan rather have run into Pandora first. The girl was way too nice. It was going to fuck her over one day. He ignored the licks Love gave him. Ivan named the puppy Love because her nose looked like a heart. His gaze slowly went to meet Magnolia's. "I come in peace. You and Pandora have tracking devices. I decided to come and take them out for you two," he said. He kept his distant from the girl. Ivan did not want her near him thanks to the vampire blood in her veins. Slowly he looked around for Pandora.
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