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dante & natalia
dialogue - #708090 | dialogue - #A5435C
dialogue - #708090 | dialogue - #A5435C
The scene that would be left behind by the group was a chaotic one. In her shocked state, Natalia was still trying to process the sight of the two unconscious people left in the wake of their violent actions. The cook and the customers had probably dialed for authorities by now, but that detail hadn't crossed her mind. Had it, Natalia's most logical reasoning would be to stay and speak to authorities. The unconscious people had clearly been the offenders and they could argue for self-defense. However, Natalia didn't know that waiting for the authorities would be the end of the superhumans' lives. And probably theirs as well.
Elena's voice snapped her attention. The light tone, almost nonchalant in her opinion, that the other young woman used was the most unsettling part of this whole last few minutes. So casual, as if defending themselves and possibly killing people was something normal to them. She wasn't going to argue; whatever she had gotten herself into, she couldn't get out of now. Surely, she couldn't just run away from them-- the evidence was clearly laid out on the floor in front of her. Her gut also told her that, despite their obvious ability to hurt people, if she was going to be stuck in this mess, she was not on the wrong side of the battle. But that didn't mean she wasn't terrified of what just happened.
Dante, on the other hand, was thankful for Elena. It wasn't the time to lag, not when the scientists had probably notified the base of their escape.
"Yes," Dante said, turning to Natalia. "Where did you say your car was?"
Natalia opened her mouth slightly, but nothing came out. She hadn't noticed, but her hands were digging into her keys. She had failed to feel the piercing of the skin until she looked down at them. Without a word, she headed towards the other side of the kitchen, where a door leading to the back of the diner was situated at the end of a short and dark hall, beyond stacked boxes filled with cans and bags.
Once outside, she led the group towards a black vehicle. It was old, the paint of the Toyota Camry faded from the exposure to harsh weather over the years. But, despite its mileage being in the high thousands and the steering wheel worn out by the many hands that touched it, the engine made a beautiful sound as it was brought to life. Her father had bought and fixed the car to ensure that, despite it not being the most glamorous, his daughter would never find herself in the middle of a deserted sandy road all by herself.
Her hands shook as she put the car on drive and rolled out of the parking spot. The small cut on her hand stained the steering wheel, but that was the last thing she was thinking about at the moment. "Where to?"
"West," Dante replied, but turned to look at Elena. He had handed her the map sometime before reaching the diner.
They had a very long ride ahead.
Elena's voice snapped her attention. The light tone, almost nonchalant in her opinion, that the other young woman used was the most unsettling part of this whole last few minutes. So casual, as if defending themselves and possibly killing people was something normal to them. She wasn't going to argue; whatever she had gotten herself into, she couldn't get out of now. Surely, she couldn't just run away from them-- the evidence was clearly laid out on the floor in front of her. Her gut also told her that, despite their obvious ability to hurt people, if she was going to be stuck in this mess, she was not on the wrong side of the battle. But that didn't mean she wasn't terrified of what just happened.
Dante, on the other hand, was thankful for Elena. It wasn't the time to lag, not when the scientists had probably notified the base of their escape.
"Yes," Dante said, turning to Natalia. "Where did you say your car was?"
Natalia opened her mouth slightly, but nothing came out. She hadn't noticed, but her hands were digging into her keys. She had failed to feel the piercing of the skin until she looked down at them. Without a word, she headed towards the other side of the kitchen, where a door leading to the back of the diner was situated at the end of a short and dark hall, beyond stacked boxes filled with cans and bags.
Once outside, she led the group towards a black vehicle. It was old, the paint of the Toyota Camry faded from the exposure to harsh weather over the years. But, despite its mileage being in the high thousands and the steering wheel worn out by the many hands that touched it, the engine made a beautiful sound as it was brought to life. Her father had bought and fixed the car to ensure that, despite it not being the most glamorous, his daughter would never find herself in the middle of a deserted sandy road all by herself.
Her hands shook as she put the car on drive and rolled out of the parking spot. The small cut on her hand stained the steering wheel, but that was the last thing she was thinking about at the moment. "Where to?"
"West," Dante replied, but turned to look at Elena. He had handed her the map sometime before reaching the diner.
They had a very long ride ahead.