Frankie Lovette's Story

Frankie opened his eyes and stared at the cracked white cieling. There was a pretentous banging on his door that demanded his attention. Instead he just smiled and set his arms underneath his pillow and watched the bits of sheetrock fall before him. This place was as old as any other building, but his dad had done a fair enough job restoring everything. Well, everything except for the mold underneath the carpets, the creak in the bed, the assorted holes in the floor and the cracked cieling. He wasn't about to fix it up. He'd rather just leave the damned place behind. It had been home to his last known misery. Sleeping in the bed that his father had hung himself from wasn't the most calming feeling, but it was more relaxing than the streets. "Frankie, open the fuck up!" A voice called from outside. He smirked and rose from his spot atop the sheets. In a few paces he'd made his way to the door. Unlatching small chain lock, the door swung open unrestrained by the latch of the door knob which hadn't worked for atleast a decade. Theres another thing you missed out on dad.

"Good morning to you too pal," He said sarcasticly through a cheeky grin. "What's up?" The small man was cradling his wrist in his oposite hand and was looking around the apartment with approval.
"Nice place you got here." The man said nonchalantly.
"Sure, it was my dads." Frankie felt his expression drop momenterily. He did his best to not think about his father. "What can I do for you today?"
"Mr and Miss Rivers would like to see you over in HQ." Frankie nodded once then smiled and waved him to continue. The small man sighed, rolled his eyes, and shook his head "I can't say, just pack your things. You got a trip ahead of you."
"Right. What happened to your wrist buddy? You're nursing it like a newborn child." The man was just about to open his lips when Frankie interjected a big grin playing across his face. "Big 'ol Remmy messed you up a 'lil bit huh? Gave you a baby boo-boo?" The short man's face went devoid of emotion as he stared at Frankie unbelievingly. "Oh I know, I'll get you some ice to put on it from the freezer here," Frankie walked over to the freezer and was about to open the door when he turned back to the short man. "Oh wait, that's right, we don't have ice!" Frankie exclaimed before erupting into a fit of laughter.
"Right," The short man responded, refusing to take part in Frankie's antics, "I expect you can find your own way over there."

Well, lets get this day started right. Sure as shit gunna be a long one. Frankie thought to himself as he took two anti-depressant pills and popped them into his mouth. In a flurry of minutes Frankie packed a backpack with three different suits, a combination of drugs, hygiene kit, two clips of ammunition for his M1911 Colt .45. He dressed in a fourth suit and set his gun in an inner suit pocket. He passed out his house door, not even bothering to lock it behind him. Everything of importance was on him. And besides, he didn't have the key.

Frankie passed the rooms on his left and right and made way for the buildings exit. Some of the rooms had been completely caved in, others were occupied. The appartment building was one of the smallest ones in the city of New Haven. It had once been a measly one story motel frequented only by the shady or the needy. It turned out to be one of the easist buildings to maintain after The Blackout. It's single story allowed the building to weather less quickly as the taller buildings, and many of the other buildings surrounding it offered some protection to the elements. Frankie opened the heavy wooden door which spereated the main corridor from the outside just when he heard his name being called.

"Francis dear! I heard you're leaving I made something for you! Big boy like you shouldn't run around with nothing to eat!" It was Old Lady Gertrude. She had been rumored to live here since The Blackout. Frankie wasn't sure if he believed all the hubub, but her information seemed to check out with a lot of the things the militia had educated him with when he was younger. If it were the case Gertrude was over eighty years old, and such longetivity was unheard of since The Blackout.
"Oh Mrs. Gerty, you shouldn't have!" Frankie beamed at the old woman and graciously accepted her gift of rat tails and hardtack. "Maybe I'll even find some berrys to make a jam for the hardtack while I'm out in the wild."
"See to it you do Francis!" Frankie cringed at the sound of his first name. "The hardtack tastes like a rats ass and if you don't soak it in water for a little first, you'll probably lose your foreteeth!" Old Lady Gertrude giggled a little and then ushered Frankie out the front door and shut it behind him.

Frankie travled down the vegitation strewn streets and passed slowly from lower New Haven where the degenerates had once lived towards the commercial and governemental center of the city where the Milita HQ was stationed. The building had seen better days. But it stood, and there wasn't much more to ask for in a time like this. The areas unscathed by vegitation reflected the dark looming sky above, making the weather feel evermore imposing. Frankie walked through the front doors past the two guards with a hello. He had practically grown up in this building and most of the Milita knew him immediately on sight. Frankie ascended one of the intact metalic staircases he made his way towards the appropriate floor, to the appropriate room and allowed himself into the meeting with his fellow hunters and Mr. Rivers.

"Howdy Mr. Rivers!" He said nodding to the man in charge before turning to Remington, his expression positively glowing. "How you been Remmy baby?" Frankie winked at Remington before turning to Ves and The Hound "Good to know you ain't dead yet Hound! And Mr. Ves! Looking... Tactical, as always!" He grinned to himself "Who's ready to go hunting?" He asked his voice rising in pitch. "We're going to have one hell of a good time!"

Chloe watched as the guard before her was shot dead, an arrow to the throat. With a soft groan, she rolled her eyes and bent to grab her forged Traveling license just as a girl dropped out of a tree above her. "Son of a bitch..." She whispered before turning to her. "Common." The girl said, pushing her through the gate. Chloe bit her tonuge and slipped her papers away before coming to a stop under the tree Cleo was in.

She was about to say something when one of the other runaways came over. A little girl in tow. He was the first one they'd picked up. A smuggler. “You both know that there was no reason to kill him right? He might have let her go for all you know, now it’s pretty obvious which way were going. What I’m trying to tell you is that because of that little hair brain stunt you pulled you just endangered all our lives even more, including this little girl right here. Now then, what are we gonna do cause you just guaranteed they’ll be sending a squad or so after us……also little miss bow and arrow up there, if you can’t carry your gear then don’t bring it.” He said and Chloe simply reached up and ripped her arrows out of her sisters hand, slipping them back into her quiver.

"He's right." She hissed, gesturing to the girl who'd pushed her, and the dead guard in the bushes. "Do you always have to be so reckless Cleo? He might have let me through. Maybe, wait next time. The whole point of a plan is to follow it." She rolled her eyes. "How are we supposed to expect all these people to listen to us if we don't even listen to each other?" The two bickered a lot, but they were sisters. It was one of the things that made them so close. They challenged each other constantly. With a sigh, Chloe picked up the archers bags and shoved them into her hands. "Whatever. Now that you idiots have slowed us down when I could have just caught up, we've got to run like hell. Carry your own shit honey. Let's go."

Gently, she pushed past the smuggler, and made her way back to the trees that the others were all hiding in, waiting for her. "Get down." She said simply. "We're moving." And with that, she took off into the woods, nimble feet leaping over obstacles that only a hunter could see in the dark. They would run until they came to a place Chloe knew well and make camp. She shifted the weight of the bag on her shoulder and glanced behind her as she moved. She couldn't see the others, but she knew they were there, streaking their way through the night behind her.

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Scarlet let a wicked grin creep onto her face as the girl just stared at her in hard defiance. She glanced behind her at Taylor. "Nervous because Mommy's in the room?." She smirked and grabbed the girls chin, pulling her close and locking eyes with her. "She misses you and your sisters, you know that?" When she got no response, she leaned back and smiled. "I guess you do. Though you don't care."

"Well, thank you for your hospitality, miss Rivers. You are very sweet to welcome us in this amazing prison of yours.I appreciate this, but I am not intending staying in here too much.And I am sure she thinks the same.." She could practically taste the sarcasm in the boys voice and she turned her eyes on him, the girl now forgotten.

"Not a problem honey." She said with a smirk, her eyes following him as she moved to her guards.

"So, these are your puppets? Oh, sorry, a few of your puppets? What did you give them to be on your side? Money? Drugs? Something else? I am really curious, because they are very loyal.. Or is just a facade?"

Scarlet leaned back and inspected her nails. "Actually, it's much simpler than all that. I gave them knowledge and a high salary, and they give me loyal service." She lifted her eyes to the boy with a smile, knowing that wasn't the answer he was expecting. "What? You've never heard the saying: Knowledge is power?"

She watched him sit down again. "What are you going to do with us?" He said after a moment of silence. "Put us in the prison? Come on, you know that if you do this, you will not stop what is coming. AND you know what is coming..You will be defeat soon, along with your puppets.. And you can't stop it..."

Angered, she leaned forward and gave him a slap so hard, she knew it would bruise. She was famous for these slaps, and she knew the guards behind her were all putting their hands to their cheeks, as they'd all been there before. She grinned, satisfied, and leaned back. "No. Actually, I'm not putting you back in the prison. Or the Pitts. I'm taking you with me." She looked at the girl. "You two are going to help us hunt down your siblings. I don't care if I have to break every bone in your bodies to get you to talk." She gestured to the guards. "Cuff the boy again." She tossed a pair of cuffs to Taylor. "Get the girl."

Scarlet stepped back and watched as Taylor handcuffed her own daughter and the guards handcuffed the boy, hands behind their backs. "Alright." She said. "To my office." And with that, she turned, Taylor, her daughter, the boy, and the guards behind her.

Once upstairs, she pushed the double doors to her office open to find that her brother had already gathered their hunters together, along with the tracker. She grinned. "Alright, well." She began, moving to stand next to her brother. "We've got a group of Runaways on our hands, so we're going on a little trip. I'll only be another minute." She said as she disappeared behind a door in the back of the room, heading into her own room.

Quickly, Scarlet peeled off her high heels and velvet dress, slipping into a black tanktop, leather jacket, dark grey pants, and combat boots. She then grabbed the bag next to her bed that always kept at the ready before heading back out into her office. "I hope everyone's ready." She said looking at them. Remy and Frankie seemed to be the only ones who'd grabbed supplies. "We wont be waiting."

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John waited in the shadows with the runaways. They were to be waiting for some sort of signal. What exactly it was, he didn't know, only the leaders did, but he didn't mind. He was more than willing to lie planning in their capable hands. He'd never been the smartest guy in the world and was always happy to hand over decision making to someone more qualified.

Next to him, was his girlfriend, Evangeline. He was running away with her. The city, with all the rapes and murders, was no place for her anymore, and he just wanted her to be safe. Silently, he slipped his hand into hers and placed a small kiss on her cheek, just as a ball of flame streaked through the night towards them. He ducked, avoiding the flame as it struck the tree behind him. Then a second. That must be the signal, for the other leader Cleo, shouted for them to move.

So he did, tugging Evangeline along with him. Once in the safe cover of the forest, he turned back to Cleo, taking in her instructions. "Come one Angel." He whispered, helping Evangeline climb a nearby tree, and crawling across a low-hanging branch to sit next to her, waiting for Cleo and Chloe's return.

There was a pause, then sounds of bickering, then an order from Chloe to get down and get moving. With a sigh, he jumped down, then caught Angel gently, taking her hand and leading her off after Chloe.

Ves had been occupying his time with examining the floorboards in his boredom he noted the texture and patterns. Well, he supposed it was a nice floor all things considered. Far better then his which consisted of a badly torn carpet and cold concrete, but at least his had a nice 'down trodden homie' feel about it. He supposed it fit the Rivers just fine, but Ves was not sure what he would do if he did not have his oppressed and beaten look to his house. It was all the fashion craze among the other people of New Haven. The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he hoped it would be Miss. Rivers, so they could get the show on the road, but instead it was just another man. He had no idea who he was, but since it was not Miss. Rivers, he truly did not care either... but the man was not one to be ignored wasting no time in running his mouth. If he hunted half as fast as he blabbered, it would be a short trip.

Ves raised his eyebrow when the man spoke his name, did he know this man? No... at least, not to his memory, but if he had met him it would not surprise Ves that he had written the man off and forgotten him. Oh well, he was sure he had forgotten for a good reason. Tactical? Jeans, a knife, and a shirt was tactical? Ves was sure he did not want to know what this man considered to be deadly. He didn't respond to the comment simply because he would rather just not go at all. If he had to pick between chasing fugitives through the woods with people who were mentally unstable, or sitting at home eating a tiny dinner with his daughter and watching the stars, well, it wasn't that hard of a choice when it all came down to it.

Finally the door opened again this time it was Miss. Rivers and... some other people. He waited patiently for her to explain, but she didn't... seemed civility escaped her, but he did not fail to catch the 'we're'. Ves sighed and reached up to rub his forehead. He was right, this was going to be a long... long mission. Not only had Miss. Rivers seemed to deem it worthy of her time and attention, but she wanted to take two other potential runaways with her? This was probably some cruel intention she had, those two were probably friends or family of the runaways, and she just wanted to watch them squirm, of course, in Ves's opinion it was a stupid... stupid... outrageously stupid idea. Manpower would have to be spared to watch them, they would not be able to move as fast with two restrained people, and he knew they would attempt to slow them down. Why did her need for cruelty outweigh her common sense?

It also would have been nice with a little briefing. Did she know how many they were chasing? Their ages? Their social status? When they left? Which direction they were seen leaving in? All these little details would help him find the trail. Unless she expected him to be able to magical point in a direction and just start walking. He covered his eyes with his hand trying very hard to stop himself from rolling his eyes. If she didn't want to wait for him to grab the gear that would probably at some point keep her alive then so be it. If she really wanted to attempt to go cross-country without him, knock yourself out. As far as he was concerned, if she didn't want him on this destined to be clusterfuck then praise whatever being was watching over him.

"Tracking in the dark is not possible." Ves said finally. It was extremely difficult to see the slight bends and shapes in the earth in the dark not to mention there was a very, very, very good chance they would just get lost and have to camp out in the woods for no reason. "It would be better to start fresh in the morning." Ves continued. As the Tracker it was his job to tell Miss. Rivers this even if she didn't want to hear it. If she wanted to threaten him, his family, and jump up and down and throw a tantrum was up to her, but it was a mistake to attempt to track anyone at night, "We would only get in each others way, get lost, or worse yet, destroy their tracks ourselves. If they ran away today, they won't have gone far, and I have tracked down people who have been gone for more then a week. Just a suggestion of course, but instead we should use tonight to attempt to gain any and all information we can about who is running away." He finished, and awaited the highly probable threats and undermining, but he would be a piss poor tracker if he didn't at least inform her.

Two additional bodies had filled the space within the office shortly after he made his appearance within. One, Vesper Norton, was not, in his mind, a favorable character. Of course, he had excellent skills in tracking, but he never enjoyed his presence. This had bothered him time and time again, during his stay here. Not understanding it made it close to unbearable to the point of walking out of the room, sometimes the building, just to think alone. As his gaze brushed past the features of the man, he couldn't help, but give a small start, 'He is passing judgement over me.' With eyes narrowing to slits, the hood began to drift over them, hiding them from the world. A thought passed through his mind, but was quickly abolished. One who has a ruined tongue, and very poor vocal chords, could not speak in a legible fashion. So he stayed silent, while slowly reaching for his weapon and whetstone.

The soft whisk-whisk filled his mind, banishing all thought, as the weapon and whetstone struck and slid across their surfaces in a slow rhythm. His mind was wholly consumed with the whetstone, before finally stopping to examine the weapon closely. The eyes took on a dreamy look, before resuming with the soft whisk-whisk of the two for a few more heartbeats. Once satisfied, he placed the two in their respective pouches, then turned to see as Frankie appeared in the doorway. He couldn't help, but remove his half mask and mouthed the word "Woof" at the sound of his own nickname, before securing it in place once more. 'I will die eventually,' he thought to himself, 'but not this day, nor the next.'

Before another thought could be formed, Miss Rivers barged in. He wanted to address his last assignment quickly, but she was gone as soon as she entered. Puzzled, he looked about himself, wondering where she had gone. As quickly as she had vanished, she appeared in an odd get-up of outdoor gear, asking if everyone was ready. Confusion had entered his mind, and evidently showed within his own dark eyes. He had looked about himself, wondering if anyone else was as confused as he was. Apparently, Vesper was also confused, and began to voice his own opinion about it. "Tracking in the dark is not possible." The Hound's own head bobbed in acknowledgement to this statement. It was true to anyone with half a brain, and unless you had a fleet of flying machines at your beck and called, you were going to have to wait till first light to start the hunt.

"We would only get in each others way, get lost, or worse yet, destroy their tracks ourselves. If they ran away today, they won't have gone far, and I have tracked down people who have been gone for more then a week. Just a suggestion of course, but instead we should use tonight to attempt to gain any and all information we can about who is running away." Again, he bobbed his head in acknowledgement. There were wisdom in his words, and even though he didn't feel comfortable in his presence, he could not refute the man's words. Miss Rivers had appeared to be hyped up and ready to get on with the hunt, but if she tried to go out into the night, she would go without a Tracker and a Hunter.

Frankie beamed around at his counterparts. These people were his family, and it had been a while since his last hunt. He attempted to gauge his standing with the men and woman. Mr. Vesper seemed unsure of him, which was fine. Frankie had never met Mr. Vesper officially since he had never officially been a part of the Militia family. Frankie had heard of him and his skills in tracking people who managed to flee to the outside New Haven, but it was unlikely that Mr. Vesper had heard of him. This would be Frankie's first assignment with the man and he was thrilled to have the opportunity to see him in action. Silently he wondered if his father had ever done any work with Mr. Vesper, maybe when he was starting out. Frankie turned his gaze towards Remingto. Hen wasn't sure how she felt about him, she seemed a little bit more reserved. Even still, the two had been on maybe a trip or two before. She had started Hunting very young, and she was good at what she did. Even still the girl was only sixteen years old and Frankie expected that she would one day be the best Hunter in the militia if she kept at it. The other man, the hooded man Frankie knew as The Hound. He know that The Hound was a part of the militia family, and he was one of the best male hunters in the group. Frankie respected that about him, but The Hound seemed drowned in his own thoughts. He wasn't even sure that The Hound had noticed him when he walked into the room.

Miss Rivers entered the room looking dashing as always. It was one of the few things that Frankie adored about Scarlet. Her attire was breath taking. She took good care of herself and he found himself desperately attracted to her, dispite the tight ship she ran and the sinister way she had about doing things. He watched her move by all the hunters and take her place beside her brother. "Alright, well." She began, "We've got a group of Runaways on our hands, so we're going on a little trip. I'll only be another minute." She turned towards her office and Frankie felt his eyes drop immediately to her butt, set higher than usual and rounded more vivatiously by the heels she was wearing. Catching himself, Frankie quickly turned away and looked towards the other Hunters nervously to see if they had saw. His smile returned to his face as he attempted to play it off silently, and innocently. Once she returned she had changed her clothing to something more suitable for Hunting.

Miss Rivers asked if everyone was ready and it wasn't long before Mr. Vesper spoke up. He said that it wasn't a smart idea to leave tonight and that it would be better to wait until morning. Frankie had no doubt that Mr. Vesper knew what he was talking about, but if his intel was right, the break out happened the previous evening and waiting until morning would leave them two days behind. He was about to voice his opionion but didn't want to speak out of turn. This was Miss River's chouce anyhow. He'd let it stay that way.

As Ky was giving dagger eyes to Scarlet she heard the women begin talking "Nervous because Mommy's in the room?." she felt her chin grabbed by Scarlet’s hand pulling her closer. She looked it the militia’s eyes “shes not my mother” she said through her gritted teeth."She misses you and your sisters, you know that?"[b] She felt Scarlet let go of her and she rubbed her chin just a little [b]“I guess you do. Though you don't care." she was about to respond to that when she looked to the boy next to her, he gave her a smile then started talking to Scarlet.

She heard the guy use sarcasm against Scarlet and go at it. Ky sat there quietly but when she heard the boy say "What are you going to do with us? Put us in the prison? Come on, you know that if you do this, you will not stop what is coming. AND you know what is coming..You will be defeat soon, along with your puppets.. And you can't stop it..." Ky couldn’t help but smile, she liked this guy already just because of what he said to Scarlet, this made her smirk towards Scarlet but then watched as she gave the guy a good smack across the face. She heard it and winced, hearing what Scarlet said next made her not so happy.

“No. Actually, I'm not putting you back in the prison. Or the Pitts. I'm taking you with me." She didn’t like the sound of this and knew it probably wasn’t going to end well "You two are going to help us hunt down your siblings. I don't care if I have to break every bone in your bodies to get you to talk." “Bullshit that will be the last thing I will be doing you crazy bitch” she yelled as she jumped from her seat and put her hands on the table “I will die before you get anything out of me” her eyes looking right back into Scarlet’s, Ky was serious and anyone looking in her eyes could tell.

Ky then felt her wrists being cuffed again and looked behind her to see it was her mother “One of these days Taylor you will die from my hands just like you did to my Grandfather” was the last thing she said before she was pushed out of the room. They followed Scarlet up to another room, where there was other Militia hunters and the brother of Scarlet. She took each of them in guessing these where the hunters that would be hunting the group. “Scarlet is crazy if she thinks she will get anything out of me.” she thought to herself as she stood there glaring.

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Remy was standing there her hands behind her back, she turned her head as each of the other hunters come along. First was the hound, she has hunted with him a few times and they worked good with each other, at least she thought so. They worked in silence never saying one word but they always got the job done. She gave a slight nod to the hound then looked at the door as someone else came in. It was another man, she never hunted with him nor has she had any running in with him. She nodded quietly to the older man then another one came walking in. A bit more cheery then the other ones "How you been Remmy baby?" she heard Frankie say then saw the wink. She shook her head then looked to him “Doing well Frankie” she said in her quiet, soft, dark voice. Not many people hear her speak, she liked to keep to herself most of the time but Frankie amused her an not many people could do that.

As she went back to be silent she heard Scarlet come in with a group behind her and she nodded to the women. Scarlet pretty much is her only ‘friend’ she still owed Scarlet from the year the other girl took her to be in the Militia when she was only seven years old. Scarlet was only five years older then her but Remy always looked up to the women and would always be there for Scarlet no matter what the situation was. "Alright, well. We've got a group of Runaways on our hands, so we're going on a little trip. I'll only be another minute." she watched as Scarlet walked off to the other room. She wanted to ask them why they gave that man her full name, Scarlet and Mr.Rivers where the only one that was suppose to know her full name, she would ask them later when there wasn’t so many people around. She saw as Scarlet came back out dressed better for the hunt they where going on. “I hope everyone’s ready, we won’t be waiting.”

Remy nodded she was ready, always ready to hunt, she was about to say something when one of the men spoke up "Tracking in the dark is not possible. It would be better to start fresh in the morning." Remy couldn’t help but agree, hunting would be hard in the dark but whatever Scarlet decided she would go forth with. She didn’t say anything because she felt her opinion wasn’t needed, so she stood their quietly, her hands behind her back as she waited for the next order.

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Addy was standing there quietly watching the others from the side, she saw the two arrows being shot and went into the tree near them. Addy still wasn’t sure if they where all ready for this big to do but she just went with the flow. She heard one of the twins, Cleo, say “Move out!” She stayed low and ran right through the gate quietly. As they got through the gates she heard Cleo "All of you, get up in those trees, Don't come down no matter what you see, hear or think you hear. If I'm not back in ten minuets, all of you stay together, and find a safe place. Carter, you're with me." She wasn’t one to take orders from someone else but she remember when their older sister, Kyerie, came to her and told them about their plan and how she should go with them. She was unsure about it at first but she had nothing else here for her in New Haven so she agreed to go, but since Kyerie wasn’t here any longer it was hard to go forward with the plan. She really didn’t know the twins and it made her a bit anxious going with a bunch of people she hardly knew.

As she was about to climb a tree she heard the man next to her start talking, he looked much older then her which actually made her feel a bit better they had someone older in the group. “Whatever you do, don’t go hitting anyone with that kiddo. Last thing we need is more killing tonight…..Why don’t’ you come with me real quick.” Addy gave a small smile and chuckled, she didn’t plan on using the bat on anyone. She has only killed once and that was because the guard almost forced her to go to the Militia where she be put in the pit which she would never go, she would rather die then be in the Militia’s hands.

Addy nodded to the man and put her bat in the pack she had on her back. She kept her essentials in there, nothing to heavy to slow her down. She followed the man silently as they went over to Cleo and one girl she believed her name was Carter. She stood silently as she heard the name next to her start grilling out the two girls, which in her mind she thought they deserved it. One thing she didn’t like of what he said was he called her little girl her eyes went up to him and in the quietest but sorta dark voice she whisper “I am not little” was all she said as she went back to being quiet. She may be fifteen but she had been on her own for awhile now and she hated when she was put down because of her age. “age is just a number” she thought to herself.

Then Chloe came up and started bickering with her sister. “Will you two just shut up and stop bickering, it is the last thing we need. The two leaders bickering as the militia could be coming any minute now” this was all thought in her mind, she would never speak the words but the thoughts in her mind did. She kept quiet but she was grinding her teeth. As Chloe moved past the guy, practically shoving her she huffed. She couldn’t wait till they got out and to utopia then she can go on her own not having to deal with anyone. She followed right behind Chloe quietly, she was quiet as a mouse, her long legs helped her move easier through the night. She wasn’t sure where they were going but hopefully it was a little farther away from New Haven so it wouldn’t be easy for the Militia to find them.

Nathaniel Lochness

"So, that is all? You punched me and you keep us near you?Sweetheart, that is your brilliant plan?But, I have to say that playing the bad boy would be funny enough..Hunting my own brother and my friends?Mmm..let me think.No, thank you.Even the bad boy game, sounded well, I have to be loyal to the people I care...Of courses, I can't escape..Too bad right?One more thing, bitch! Try to make me speak and you will suffer.."

Nathaniel almost hissed the words then put his left hand on his cheek.That woman knew how to slapp him.Indeed, she was very powerful and cold.He coughed once and put his hand to his mouth to stop the bleeding.Without saying anything else, before the guards could handcuff him, he jumped to the wooden table and took a napkin.He coughed for the second time and looked at the guards who seemed annoyed and ready to put him down if he wanted to get away..Then, Nate laughed silently and told them trough the napkin, which now was red from the blood:

"Hey, don't worry, you little puppets! I am not gonna run, I am not that stupid. But, you see, your boss is trying to annoy me..And she thinks that if she show of with her skills, she will impress me or make me quiet.No, dear, you are wrong..But now, let's go, wherever you want...Bitch!"

He let the guards handcuff him and looked at Scarlet Rivers, then, at the other woman in the room.As he could hear, he understood that the woman was the other prisoner's mother..He felt bad for the girl..How can your own mother turn bad and hunt your sisters..Look what can power do.But after he saw her smirking to Scarlet, then shouting at her mother with hate in her voice, he realized that she hated her mother.Nate somehow liked the girl.Like him, she was not afraid of bad things and she remained cool.As they were pushed outside the room, he got near her and asked silently:

"Uh, I know is not a good moment, but what's your name, hunny? You seem to keep yourself strong.How can you do it??Sometimes I just want to scream of madness...Oh,don't tell me, you have friends and siblings that are runaways, right?That is annoying!To know you are here and you can't do anything for them.To wait knowing that they are near big dangers, to help the enemy hunt them?..Oh, I will stop, because I talk too much, it seems and I know very well you are not in the mood for talking.."

After saying that in rush, Nathaniel looked around him and saw other hunters and Militia stuff.He saw Scarlet away for a few minutes, then, when she came back, she was dressed in hunting clothes.He grinned then after he heard the others talking about the perfect day when they would hunt the runaways, he spoke to all of them:

"Why waiting? Look, if you are going to take us with you, I can help you.Of course, I will not say anything about where they are, but I can tell you that tomorrow isn't a good day of hunting..That is all I can say."