A Witch In Peril

A girl by the name of Kristen, has been experimented on many times by different people. She is a witch, but doesn't really know it. She is in the great country of Italy, roaming around the alleys of Florence. She had just escaped her kidnappers.  However she has amnesia and cannot remember anything except for her name. It is 11:00 pm at night and she is currently running through the alleys except for a bra and underwear. This is all she had when she escaped. She could hear all of the things happening on the streets around her as she ran. She fell in the alley and landed in a puddle of water. "Ah!" She looked at her leg and it was cut really bad. She just looked around the alley, holding her leg.

Blakely adjusted the helmet on her head, though didn’t bother strapping it underneath her chin. No need, she hardly ever fell off her long board, it might as well be her feet. She slid the goggles down over her eyes, pushing off down the small streets of Florence. She was on vacation, as her family traveled often, or paid for her travels without question. She tilted her body with each turn, dirty blonde waves whipping about her dainty face as her speed increased. She bent her knees, lowering her posture and gliding smoothly down a long, open street. She dodged the bodies walking and took a corner sharply. As she moved, the wheels of her board clacked with the uneven ground before realizing she was about to wreck hard. She exhaled a squeal, her voice echoing in a girly rasp before she bailed off her board and onto the sidewalk, helmet flying some yards away. She curled up, knees to stomach, whimpering on the ground and spitting curse words. Why the HELL was this girl sitting in the middle of the street? In her underwear no less. “Goooooddddd.” She breathed into the sidewalk sand sticking to her lips, rolling off of her knees and onto her back where she laid flat; simply breathing away the pain she was feeling. Her knees and fore-arms were definitely scraped up and she held her left arm to the sky watching a stream of blood slither down her skin and drip onto her face.

Kristen fell over from the incident that just happened. She sat back up with tears in her eyes. "I...m sorry..." She said very shyly as she tried to get away from the girl that lied on the street before her. "Please don't hurt me." She said scared as she backed herself into a corner. Still bleeding from falling earlier. She sat against the wall with her eyes closed and her wet hair in her face. She felt very frightened because she didn't know what this person was going to do to her.

Blakely pushed herself upright, dropping her head between her knees for a moment. Her thin body was covered in scrapes and bruises. She sighed and pushed her sloppy hair out of her face, looking over at the female she just pummeled. She cocked her head to the side staring at the small girl, who pushed herself into a corner. Something was weird about her. “I think we’re both hurt enough.” She stated blandly, pushing herself off the ground and walking toward the other girl. She put one hand on her hip and extended her right hand so she could pull this chick together. “Plus… you need some clothes.” She added, clearing her throat and turning her head away.

Kristen was still in the corner she was still scared. She began to cower. "Please, just don't hurt me..." When she saw her put her hand out. She slowly took her hand and stood up slowly trying to cover her body. There were scrapes and bruises all over her body. There were even marks on her wrists and ankles where she had been strapped down. When she stood up she almost fell. "Ah!" She can barely stand with the bruises all over her body.

Blakely tugged her shirt over her head. She was wearing a colorful sports bra underneath, so it looked casual enough to wear in public. She bunched the tee-shirt in her hands, pulling it over the other girl’s head before walking away to retrieve her helmet and board. She pushed the goggles off her eyes and returned to the other female, completely confused by the entire situation. “Do you have parents? Where can I take you?” she asked, picking at the dried blood flakes on her own face.

Kristen let the girl put the shirt on her. Then whenever she spoke of her parents she just looked at her confused. "Parents...?" She said because she actually was confused, due to her amnesia. She spoke very shyly and weak. "I don't know..." She said standing there, then she heard big trucks on the streets and a helicopter above the buildings with a spotlight. After she heard everything she began to get really scared. "Please! Don't let them take me away." She said very frightened

"what the hell." Blakely stated, staring at the girl with a mix of confusion and annoyance. She seemed to have gotten herself into something deeper than she wanted to accept. "Yes. Parents. People who raise you?" Blakely barked as if that would get the concept of "parents" through this girl's head. Blakely shuddered at the scene taking place before her. She reached forward, snatching the her hand and dragging the strange girl behind her as she sprinted down alleys and streets.

She screamed as she dragged her behind her. "Ah! Please don't hurt me." She said as they ran through the alley. Behind them she heard the boots on cement of soldiers tracking behind them. The helicopter hovered over them but the spotlight was not on them. The gusts from the helicopter rotors were sending giant winds in all directions. "I don't want to go back... They are going to hurt me again..." She said pulling her hand away and rubbing her arms with bruises.

"Then just shut up and follow me!" Blakely yelled over her shoulder, the wind, and boots, and chaos making it hard to hear. Blakely lead them down a smaller pathway, dragging the tiny girl along easily and gripping her longboard under her arm as tightly as possible. It was her favorite possession anyway. She yanked the stranger into a hollowed out piece of a run down building recalling the little hide-out earlier when she'd skated past it. Blakely pushed the gir's head down with one of her hands, signalling for her to crawl behind her and leading her into the abandoned ware-house. The room smelled of mildew and dust, and Blakely ached from her injuries, her knees screaming in pain as sand scraped the wounds on them. She bit her lip trying not to cry out, boots passing by them outside as they crawled deeper into the building and through the debris.

Kristen gets yanked by the girl, following her through all of these crevices and buildings. She is falling behind, because of her cuts and bruises. She is almost crying, she could still hear the trucks, the soldiers, and the helicopter around them. When they stopped  she was still bleeding on her legs. "Oww..."

Scott and Simon were also in this same wharehouse. The two had requested a mission to investigate rumors of a larger Kishen threat in the area. It was bogus, Scott ( Armed with a viking longsword from the armory ) thrusted forward into the final of the four Kishen eggs who had been raising the trouble in the area. Simon had held back and was providing ranged support. Then he felt the mental presance of two peaple enter. He told Scott telipathically and the two creeped up on their location, since Simon knew where to go.
I think one might be a witch... He told Scott. If she is then she is very, very young for her kind... Oh! They are right there.
The two of them stared strait at the other two, they were both injured and looked like they had been running a great distance, from all the cuts over them and... strap marks over the little girl, not to mention they were both half naked. The young boy and the young man knew, without a word. That they needed to help them.
However the sound of helicopters made neither want to speak.

ooc: Hey the posting order is going to be me, shilo, and Jac

Kristen was holding her legs still afraid. She was huddled into the corner, when she saw the 2 people approach them. Then she got really scared and afraid, she tried to move away from them, but she was in the corner. She began to cry she saw a small opening in the wall and she wanted to crawl through it but it was 2 small. So she backed herself more into in the corner, now being more afraid than before. The sound of the helicopter was getting closer.

Blakely exhaled a huff. She was too tired for all of this. How did she get herself involved in this mess again? Her skin was caked with blood, and cuts, and dirt. When the two males approached, she didn't even bother moving from her position on the ground. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, just to cough into the silence that was broken by Kristen's sobs. "shuuuuttt uhhhhpppp." Blakely moaned, not very good with younger people. "just kill me." she told the strangers, flopping her arms out at her side and laying sprawled across the dirty floor. The helicopters buzzed outside, the obvious stress level permeating in the dusty air.

Scott sheathed his weapon and reached down, grabbing Blackly gentally by the hand and pulling her up. Giving her a shoulder to stand on. "Simon, please heal them..." He asked, making sure they were alright.

Simon used pk healing, and ability that was practiacally designed to heal cuts and bruises, on the two of them. It would not fully heal them, but it sure would make a difference. Then he walked forward to Kristen. "Hey, we need to get away from these peaple who are chasing you. If you come with us I promise we will do everything in our power to get you home safely." He said, like somone his age would say to somone else his age.

Kristen was still afraid, after she was somewhat healed, she could stand. She was standing there with tears in her eyes and was really scared because she didn't know what to do. Whenever she heard him say "home" she really freaked out. "No! I don't want to go home, they'll hurt me!" She said as she ran past them and heading for the door. She was about to reach the door when someone emerged from it, the bright light from the helicopter outside shined inward and she saw his face. It was a helmet, a military grade helmet in fact. She was so frightened she stopped and walked into the darkness hoping he wouldn't notice her.