Run
“Ah, here you are...you’ve eluded me for quite some time, you two.” Emerging from the bushes himself was the monster himself, with more of those sick beasts in tow. In his hands, he held some sort of lengthy, technological rifle, that seemed to...fold itself up automatically, before he rested it on his back, eyeless head having a grin plastered on it, that made Feylin feel a sense of unbridged fear.
He caught them...yet he put away his gun...why?
A slishing sound next to him drew his focus, as Tyrus shoved the now deceased Odo Hound off him, holding a bloodied, stone knife in hand as he rose, and clutched it in hand, staring Nugruc down with a look Feylin could only describe as terrified confidence.
“Feylin, run! I’ll hold this fucker off!”
“B-But, the truth—”
“I’d rather at least one of us find the truth, as opposed to none; just go, and for the love of God, don’t look back!” And with that, he charged forward with a heroic burst of speed; blade flying and embedding itself into the hide of another beast as he made the approach towards Nugruc. As much as Feylin wanted to stay and help...Tyrus was right...he had to go. SOMEONE had to find answer to all of this...and so he ran; nubile body propelling him away from the scene...and no hounds pursued. The best thing Feylin could assume, was that with Tyrus on Nugruc, the alien reptile couldn’t command his hounds to pursue him.
He had a chance to finally end it all...at the cost of everyone he’s befriended. Their sacrifices and deaths wouldn’t be in vain, and when he found the truth, he’d get help, and he’d make sure this whole fucking place was destroyed.
Then no one would ever be hunted again...no one would be twisted into monsters for sport.
Written by AGhostInTheMachine on 28 September 2018
