;the wanderer

[staceyblack]

A young woman stood, breathing heavily, in the ruins of a large building. Walls were standing around her, about thirty yards tall before crumbling to nothing. Piles of stone lay around her, some obviously having been there for a long time, others were freshly moved.

Stacey stood, arms out to the side, with her eyes set on the pile of stone in front of her. The color of her eyes looked dark grey in the dim light. It was night, but the room she was in wasn`t quite as dark as the area surrounding her. Two orbs of fire were floating on the far sides of the room. Nothing held them there, they just were. No substance gave in to them except oxygen.

Slowly she wavered her fingers, concentrating on the pile of rocks, picking out each little pebble and working it out in her mind where she wanted each to go. Then, rather suddenly, all of the rocks flew in opposite directions, flying far enough to hit the reaming walls. Stacey rocked back on her heels, looking around herself.

With a flick of her wrist the two orbs of light flew together and shrunk. Stacey picked her way towards it and held it in her hand. She didn`t feel the pain of the flames, just a tingle. She couldn`t be burned by her own fire. She had worked it out that way. If it did, she wouldn`t be anything more than a pile of ash.

With a great sigh, the flame disappeared altogether and Stacey ran her hands over her jacket and worn jeans, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden darkness. What was she doing here? Why did she decide to come here? She didn`t know. She had just decided to go. This just happened to be where she stopped. She knew no one. No thing. She hand`t yet seen or heard anything from vampires or dragons. She hadn`t even seen another human. She wasn`t scared to, though. She was armed fully. All twenty-four knives were pplaced in their sheaths, and her gun had been cleaned and recenly reloaded.

She was set for the dead, and she had killed things before. She had to. It was that or die herself. She had promised ehrself that she wouldn`t die without a fight. She wouldn`t let it happen.

[Aida]

Aida was finding herself more and more out in the surrounding areas then actually spending time in the city. Pulling her hood over her head she smirked as she moved effortlessly over the rubble. Night was coming quickly and she really didn’t feel like being out in the open once more. Too many times she had been caught in the open with the blood thirsty things that lived out here. They still thought she was human, everyone thought she was human, minus the weird human that had blacked out around her. Hollow, the who asked her to remember him, to keep his memory on. How he had figured her out was still a mystery to her but she let it pass. No one had proof other than the evil asshole of a man that was stalking her, hunting her, the one person she wouldn’t let catch her.

She heard the falling of some rubble behind her and stopped. Turning around she didn’t see anything or sense anything odd. Rubble moved and shifted all the time without someone disturbing it. Could have even been an animal. Not taking any chances she took off running. Keeping the staff tight in her grasp she slid down what had been an old wall that just fell over. Aida wasn’t paying much attention to anything else she was headed in one general area. Moving quickly she made a dash to where buildings still stood, many of the crumbling, some just walls and others were still whole. Who knew what the insides looked like but that would be the best place for cover for the night.

Running, that was the only thing she could think of doing. Then out of no where something reached out and grabbed her ankle pulling her off balance. It sent her stumbling to the ground. Smacking the side of her face off the ground hard she cursed. Pulling herself up to her feet she stayed crouched down as the hood fell back from her hair. Glaring in the direction of what took her out she cursed. Kicking it in the head she stood back up and took off running again. Feeling a small trickle of blood slid down her cheek. She moved faster then she normal but not up to her full capable speed.

Seeing a building with a door she pulled out one of her throwing knives getting it ready just incase something else would pop up on her. Heating it up in her hand the blade started to glow. Tossing her staff in the open door she slid into the building grabbing the door and starting to shut it. A arm was blocking her from doing such. Growling she adjusted the knife in her hand before stabbing it in the arm and dragging the blade to the hand. Pulling it out as the beast pulled its arm back she quickly shut the door and leaned against it. Flipping the lock she knew it wouldn’t last long as her eyes adjusted to the dark seeing what she could possibly throw in front of the door to keep the bastards out until she could find a better area. It rammed the door and she cussed. “Fucking Hell” she said as the door splintered. Rolling out of the way she picked up her staff and hide behind some rubble listening, waiting and getting herself ready for yet another fight.