Akira Theron
Akira did not mind this journey. As the night drew closer she leant her head against his back and watched her beautiful surroundings flash by with heavy lidded eyes. She was tried, but could always keep herself awake if needed; she had spent many nights awake due to the deadly gossip about the area or to track a certain person who deserved her spoonful of justice. Plus this was her first time on the back of a bike, and the situation was not exactly unpleasant.
After about a hour June pulled over for fuel, and she simply slid from the seat with out a word and leant against the wall, letting the silence engulf her.
"You have two options here. We can either rest here or keep on going, but the ride is going to be another five hours or so. I don't really mind what we do, but i don't know. Maybe you haven't slept in days or something,"
"Oh..." She paused, meeting with his eyes and trying to run what he had said through her mind. She was still pretty drunk but it was the sleepiness that caused her responses to seem clumsy or disoriented. "I am pretty tried but I'm a guest. It's not really my choice. Plus I thought you said you wanted to have some fun or has the night declined that now?" Akira said with a round of soft laughter to follow. No matter what way he took her joke, she still expected the pair to sit up talking for atleast a hour or two just for a quiet night of stories, or maybe that was just what she wished for.
"On second thought, I'm feeling a little tired,"
"Don't worry. I'll pay for your room too. These places charge an arm and a leg just for a bed."
"June, handsome what is wrong? Have I upset y-?" She questioned, but before he decided to reply he had already gone away to return with a pair of keys. Akira was one to read emotions and body language extremely well as she had spent the last years of her life searching for liars and those with something to hide. It seemed June was tucking something dark deep under his heart and there was nothing she could do to help him, even if he did accept her help.
"Again, no need to pay me back. It's my fault we spent the night here anyway. So yeah.... I guess I'll get you in the morning."
Akira could not help but let a frown fall on her face at the sight of him clutching two sets of keys in his hands, one for her and one for him. To be honest it was completely true that she was desperate for any kind of affection what so ever, and two separate rooms restricted everything, even just simple communication. She allowed the key to fall into her palm before looking up at the dark haired man with a pityful expression. "June.." Once again before she could figure out what exactly she wanted to tell him he had locked his door and left her stood in the hallway alone.
The black haired sapien pulled off her armour which oddly fell to the ground looking like a similar material to leather, as well as propping up the rifle against the wall. Along side her prized weapon she placed the Lena flower which seemed to be growing by the minute; its leaves reaching towards the sky as though desperate for moonlight. Deciding she would shower in the morning Akira crawled into bed in just a vest top and underwear. Though many thoughts buzzed around her mind like a swarm of wasps, she soon drifted off into a restless sleep.
Crimson. It's warm on my hands and more and more of the stuff just seems to keep leaking onto me. I'm not sure if it is me screaming or the others behind me. All I see is darkness as I clutch to his back, eyes sealed tight with fear and my body is shaking so much. How can they not see me here? I can not look lifeless. I'm even talking to him at this point. Whispering pleas in his ear to stay with me and hold on in there, but he does not respond. Asher is breathing, I can feel his familiar inhales and exhales against me however they slowing more and more by the second, yet the gunfire continues. The air smells like smoke and my ears are ringing, but I dare not risk a glance to see exactly what is burning. I hear our commander yelling for survivers to fall back, but his sentence is severed half way through with gunfire; I'm pretty sure he was murdered. I won't fall back. If I move I will die. If I stay I will die. If I do either my poor Asher will die. So I just lay there trying to keep out of sight and pressing my face to the dirt to quiet the sobs escaping my mouth, clutching to his back until I finally feel his breathing halt.
I should have died there with him.
"ASHER! MY GOD. STOP IT. STOP!!"
Akira woke up with her face burning red and damp pillows beside her head where the tears had pooled into the material. She was screaming this words as her body leapt upright in bed, before she quickly clambered out and began pacing the floor clutching her mind, trying to remove the images but they never really vanished for good. She missed him. She needed him. Why him? Why her home? Why this stupid war? Why this stupid dream most nights? "You don't need to remind me of that, I remember all too well." Akira hissed to herself, finally calming her panic.
Deciding going back to bed was no longer a option she opened the doors to the balcony and stepped out, taking her new flower with her and allowing it to enjoy the outdoors. The nights air was rather nippy on Akira's bare arms and legs, but she tried her best to ignore it. The sapien swung her legs over the barrier before sitting ontop of the fence rather dangerously with her feet dangling below. It was true what they said, the veins of the plant did glow a beautiful luminous blue in the darkness. She admired it's beauty while trying to completely cease the small sniffles and sobs remaining from memory of the nightmare.