“You don’t know what they did to me. To us.” (a continuation of an abruptly deleted thread)

“He does look new…” Noel said absentmindedly before whirling around to face Trenton, her eyes ablaze with passion and curiosity. Her arms flailed slightly as she spoke.
“Trent! How the heck can you hear? How did they put actual wolf ears on your head? Did they do anything else to you? And, just so I understand, why exactly do you feel the need to hide it? I mean, I don’t hide my extra arms.” She fell silent, staring at them again in fascination.
Talon smiled back at Trenton before going over to Evan. He had an amused expression on his face, like he’d been silently laughing at himself. “You know what, dude? I think I’m gonna get this arm looked at. I somehow convinced Ms. Miller nothing was wrong, but it’s starting to actually hurt now. I’ll see you in a bit. Oh, and tell me what went down while you were still in that prison when I come back, alright?”
He gave a little salute with his left hand and left, muttering his intentions to the others as he passed, his dreadlocks swinging around his head.

“That’s cool,” Alister smiled back. “How so?”
“Well, he’s got the healing abilities,” she tilted her head as they continued the arm movements. “I’ve got the brains.” She chuckled, dipping her head slightly. “And water abilities, which can be useful from time to time.”
“Ohhhh,” he looked back at the man in curiosity. Then he looked back, a confused expression crossing his face. “Then why didn’t he heal Evan, Noel, or me?”
“Ah,” she exhaled. “See those people? They’re badly injured people from ’7. He wouldn’t rest until he could alleviate their pain, but he’s been working on them for several days now.” She lowered her voice. “The factory they’d been working in exploded.”
His eyes widened. Not feeling comfortable discussing that anymore, he lowered his voice as well. “Wow. Um, could we change the subject?”
“Of course.”

(Ok thanks!)

she sighed at his question.
why the heck not, not like she had something to loose.
"i saw this man…he looked really familiar, we were in my old house i think. The attic area, i was trying to get away from him, but he pulled me from the darkness. He asked me to do something and i told him i'd rather die and so he picked me up and wrapped his hands around my throat and started to choke me…until i think, my mom got home and he dropped me and i hit my head on the corner of a desk making it start bleeding, then he told me to not tell anyone and left." she rubbed her neck when talking about it.

“Oh…” he curled his lips and knit his thick eyebrows together. Her story reminded Malachi of his father. He hadn’t thought about him in years, but he would always remember him for his violence. This story also seemed to be from years gone by, but why did she see it? It was surely something that could induce long lasting trauma, but it didn’t help identify a specific trigger, at least, in relation to the moments the flashbacks happened. So random…
He decided to leave the matter for later. “I’m sorry about that. I knew a violent man once, too. But if you don’t mind me asking…” he paused, wondering how he should phrase it. “Are you going back to the aliens after this? Or are you going to make you own way? And… do you want to know your name?”

(I wrote something but I accidentally deleted it T-T)

Trent put a hand to his neck and looked away from noel. "Ah, they put them on my head I don't know how…but they are there and they work I can move them and everything. I also have some wolf fangs…all I know is once they finished destroying my ears and I passed out and woke up with these." He moved the ears wiggling them around on his head.
He gave talon a pat pat. "Good luck dude hope it's not something too serious." He then turned to Evan.
"well since I'm still here you wanna talk to meet about what happened while you were there?"
Evan turned to look at Trent.
"I mean I can try, I hit my head on the wall and everything was mostly blurry after that." He smiled softly chuckling awkwardly.
"Nah it's okay, if you don't want to it's fine."
Evan smiled at Trent.
"Thanks."

“You only answered two of my questions,” Noel pouted. But she perked up. “Ohh you have wolf fangs? Yeah, I can kinda see them when you talk.”

“Um,” Alister shifted nervously. “Do you… do you trust me?”
It had occurred to him that Trent may have excluded him because he’d only gotten here yesterday. He may have looked suspicious to him.
Bimala blinked, thinking a moment. “Well yes, but that’s just what I do. And Duchess searched you when you got here, and you don’t seem in a hurry to go anywhere.”
“Well, my sister wouldn’t let me leave…” he murmured.
She laughed. “Well, I consider that a good thing.”
“Yo Ms. Miller- aaah…” Talon accidentally raised his arm as he entered the hospital, causing him to moan with pain. He lowered it as they turned to him. He spoke again, his voice cracking. “Guess what, I lied. My arm’s probably seriously jacked up.”
Bimala nearly looked like she was going to slam her fists down. “I knew it!”
She went over to him, grabbing his good arm and dragging him over to a white hospital bench near the opposite wall. Alister chuckled as he watched. It seemed like Talon visited the hospital often.

"i guess it could be nice to know my name sure but how would you even find it?"
she looked away still keeping the hand on her neck.
"Im….." she knitted her eyebrows together. "Ugggghhhh i don't know what I'm doing, if i go back they could reprimand me, put me back in that gosh-awful chair and maybe even whip me for disobedience. if i brought you back then i would get a less severe punishment but i doubt you'd let me take you back and it doesn't seem right to take you back or go back but i don't know where else to really go because everything feels so weird-" she sighed covering face with her hands seemingly overwhelmed.

“No,” Malachi attempted a smile. “I wouldn’t let you take me back.” Then he took a small breath, pulling his legs up and resting his arms on his knees. “I know a guy. They would be able to find your name.”
The storm was starting to let up slightly, but it was getting dark. Through the trees, Malachi could see the orange-yellow glint of the sunset as it transitioned to a dull green merging with the clumpy teal-grey shadows of the weeping clouds.

Noel giggled; the way his canines layered over his other teeth in his grin made him look both goofy and subtly terrifying. Then her mind turned to her brother as well.
Her expression relaxed. “You think Alister can come in here now? Oh- wait.”
She reached up on her tip toes, rubbing the wolf ears. They were soft, but stiff with skin and fur… or hair. Whatever you called it.

“Guys, it’s almost curfew, if you’re not staying, then you need to leave.”
Arabelle sat one of the tables, anxiously waiting for the search party. The storm was getting bad, and they still hadn’t come back yet. She could feeling flowers growing on her shoulder underneath her shirt.
The volume in the lobby rose slightly as those from ‘7 and some from ‘6 got up and hurried out the door. Thunder rolled, and a few seconds later, a flash of lightning.
She looked back to see who was left. “How many of you are fugitives or have criminal records?”
A little over half of them raised their hands or murmured. She got off the table, standing and flipping her golden locks around her shoulders. “Then follow me.”

“I mean, I’m the leader of a rebellion,” Malachi shrugged. “Gotta make some connections.”
He lifted his feet and rotated his body so that his back was to the storm. But he found that he couldn’t see very well, so he turned back around and scooted backward. But it wasn’t very light there either, so he scooted back up and sighed.
”C'est trop sombre.”
He’ll have to plan in the morning.

She crossed her arms, a little put off. She knew Evan was being protective of her, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. She silently rolled her eyes, her mind going elsewhere.
“Guys, calm down. Trent, put your hat on. I’m going to-“
But a vibration in her pocket cut her off. She pulled out a small electronic orb and tapped it, her darker skinned arms still crossed. A holographic screen projected in front of her, showing Arabelle’s stern, glowing blue face.
“Storm, it’s almost curfew. Where are those boys who got arrested? I saw them go upstairs.“
“Curfew? Oh no- Um, two are here with me, one of them went to the infirmary.” (I thought infirmary was a better term)
“Okay. Please take them-“
“Yeah yeah, I got it. We’ll talk when we get down there?”
“Great idea. I’ll need to be up there for a while, though.”
“Yeah yeah, that’s fine. Sorry, I lost track of time.”
“Happens to me too, hon. Don’t worry about it.” She hung up, the holographic screen projecting back into the orb.
Curfew meant a few things. First, that people had to get off the streets and into their homes by a certain time at the end of the day, or else Extraterrestrial Forces will either kill them, or kidnap them and take them somewhere. A good chunk of those people are usually criminals, fugitives, or escaped laborers or experiments who don’t have anywhere to go. But for those who do, curfew also means that Extraterrestrial Forces come to inspect certain buildings or establishments to see if they are hiding them.
The sound of many footsteps and doors opening and closing drifted into the room. People were wisely retiring for the evening.
“Change of plans,” Noel turned to the boys, putting her orb in her pocket. “We’re going to the basement.”
She went and opened the door. Her heart sank when she didn’t see her brother nearby, but she could only hope he knew what was going on.

She uncovered her face with a sigh, shoving them in non-existent pockets. Instead, her hands just laid at her side, uncomfortable but it was manageable.
She watched as the storm still wouldn't allow seeing anything, she wanted to go out into the storm.
it feels almost as if something was calling her out into it.
She looked out into the storm but didnt move towards it in anyway.

Malachi looked back. The creature was still asleep. He wondered if they should sleep too, but he wasn’t feeling very tired. Just physically tired though, like he didn’t want to get up and walk around.
He was starting to feel awkward, like he should keep talking, but he didn’t want to talk either. As the seconds passed, he became more and more uncomfortable until he noticed Arden’s focused gaze on the storm.
“Can you see something?” He asked.

Malachi thought he saw something as well, but he wondered if his head was messing with him. It wouldn’t be the first time.
He scoffed. “Funny how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said, reaching up and untying his bun and letting the braids fall around his shoulders. He wouldn’t need them tied up right now. He kept his eye on the trees, but his mind wandered. Did he need sleep? Hmm, how long would a six-mile walk take? If humans run at two miles an hour, then it would take around three hours. But they certainly wouldn’t be running. But he couldn’t remember how fast a tiger could run….
In any case, he wasn’t tired, and he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Well I got plenty of sleep recently, if you haven’t noticed,” he said, snapping out of his thoughts and staring at her with a cross between intense amusement and incredulousness.
“What do you see?” He asked again.

(heheheheheehheehehehe)
“And could you tell what the shadow looked like?” He could feel his mind being pulled into two different directions. One was in the here and now, think about that shadow. The other was drifting to how the other rebels were doing, how they were fairing without him. He slowly became aware that the girl was gone. Where did she go…?

(Knock him out, knock him out, knock him out, knock him out-)

(Oh sorry I thought she couldn’t bring herself to do it or something-)

(Ooooh ok I like that)