Jack swore a little when Cassidy ran off. He started to quickly climb down the tree, skillfully jumping down branches and skimming down the trunk. As soon as he hit the ground, he took off after her. He didn't slow as he reached the old warehouse. He wormed his way through the hole in the fence just in time to see Cassidy jump through a window. He cursed again and started to follow after her, readying a handful of dart-knives before jumping after her. He hated leaping into fights without planning, but someone was in immediate danger.
Alina heard a crash but never took her eyes off the man. He had spit on his lips, and his eyes were cold, emotionless. He intended to use h, and seek the rewards from her father. "I'll tell him," she warned. She lifted her knives, holding them as the only barrier between her and this monster.
Jack took in the scene in front of him instantly. There was a girl being attacked by an old man with a disgusting leer. Immediately, he was reminded of Rose. Immediately, he acted. He threw his darts with precision and speed.
Cassidy grinned as Jack followed her through the window and threw his darts at the man. She knew he wouldn't be able to stay away. Cassidy jolted forward and impaled the man on her blades, watching with a small smile as his body hit the floor.
Desmond emerged from the only door, blood dripping off his sword. "Everyone ok here?" He asked, eyeing the body.
Jack just spat on the ground and silently went to gather his darts in reply. None of them had missed. He found each one lodged somewhere in the man's body. He looked over at the girl with silent blue eyes, asking if she was okay with just a glance.
Alina stood as it all happened so suddenly. The man she'd seen earlier was there, and two other girls her age... And a boy her age, who was looking at her. She couldn't read his expression, but she nodded, acknowledging that he had saved her from something horrid. "Jehovah?" She asked. Oh, they wouldn't know who she meant. She pointed towards the gate. Her only regret was not being able to kill her father's goon herself.
"Dead. I'm guessin." Desmond says, walking over to the window and looking out. Cassidy goes over and searches the body, taking his knife, and his gun. The knife was some sort of metal, Cassidy had never held a weapon that wasn't stone or bone. She wondered what it would be like to shoot a gun. "What the he.ll is this place?" She asked.
"I thought they were rebels." Desmond said. "But now I'm not so sure." He was busy trying to piece together who the girl was. The men weren't with Aberdeen, and they weren't rebels. "Now I'm guessing there's someone coming after you." He told the dark haired girl. "I could potentially help you, but you need to be straight up with me."
Jack watched the girl silently as he cleaned the blood off his darts with the edge of his shirt. His mouth was pressed into a hard, solemn line. Once his darts were cleaned, he kept them in his hand instead of putting them away. He wasn't about to let his guard down. Not here.
Alina dropped to one knee, mourning the death of her friend. He had betrayed her, in the end, but she still hasn't wrapped her mind around it. She looked up, through her hair, and said "My father is Sands. This used to be a rendezvous for the Rebellion. Now it has been infiltrated—betrayed." She stood and walked to the gate. "I have to go to my boyfriend. He could be in danger."
Jack watched and listened silently, his eyes flicking around. He moved closer to Cassidy, the one person he could even trust a little bit.
"Hold up, Sands? As in Robert Sands? The one handed guy with the temper of a serial killer?" Cassidy exclaimed. They needed to get out of here. Now.
"You've got to be kidding me." Desmond said. He didn't see this coming. Aberdeen wanted this girl, for reasons Desmond would rather never know. He was cruel, he would probably torture her to get to her father. "Your best bet is to get as far away from here as you possibly can. Not only is your father coming after you, but if Aberdeen finds out you're away from him, and without protection, you're gonna have the hounds of he.ll on your tail." Desmond went back over to the window. "I'd say California may offer you sanctuary, granted you don't tell them who you are. Maybe the Northern territories."
"I'm goin to California." Cassidy said. "I'll take you."
"Now you say so? Well, how do you know where to go?" Desmond asked her a little frustratedly.
"It kinda speaks for itself." Cassidy said with a shrug. She navigated using the stars, the sun, the moon, the wind, animals, waterways, rock formations, trees and plants. It just came easy to her, made more sense then breathing. She had been hunting and tracking since she could walk.
Alina listened intently. "California..... Is that really my best bet?" She frowned. "But Kade..... He needs protection. My father knows about the Rebellion, and it's leaders, now. He'll know about Kade." Her daggers felt useless in her hands, as they were too far away to offer Kade any protection. "I can't leave without checking on him," she said finally. "I'm sorry. Thanks for your help, I do appreciate it. I owe you all a life debt."
Jack's frown started to deepen as he listened. He felt even more uneasy with every word that was being spoken. This girl they had rescued, she was in things pretty deep. Things he didn't want to get into. He just wanted to get to California and find safety for Rose back at home. Still, he stayed silent and kept his thoughts to himself.
Alina waited for a response, then opened the gate. She climb out around the fence and started on the desolate journey to find Kade.
Jack glanced after the girl, then back to Cassidy and the man. Then back towards the girl.
"Should we follow her?" He said in his rusty voice. He reached up to nervously scratch at the side of his face where his scar was.
"I ain't tryna get killed fore I even cross the mountains." Cassidy said. Desmond stared after the girl with a muted look of horror on his face. "You don't mean Kade Aberdeen?" He called after her. He knew that kid. Kade would've been better off if he was never born.
Jack glanced around uncertainly. He wanted to keep moving forward. He wasn't going to reach California standing around. He had to move, he had to make it there before it was too late. For the Feral, for Rose. But he kept his mouth shut and stayed where he was.
Alina glanced back. "You know Kade?" Her eyebrows rose and she walked back over. "What.... Do you know where he might be?" She asked the big one, who she'd met earlier.
"I know exactly where he is." Desmond said. "West Texas, Dixon-Tahoe plantation." Aberdeen had sent his son there before Desmond left, something about toughening him up. Desmond thought Kade had it hard enough at home, with the psychopath of a father, but apparently he was wrong. Desmond couldn't let the girl run blindly into Texas, demanding to see Kade. She would be lucky if she was only killed. "Kade is fine, his father loves him more then anything else in the world, you on the other hand are in danger. I'm sure Kade would want you safe." This was ridiculous, like Romeo and Juliet with guns and torture.
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Alina narrowed her eyes. "And I'm supposed to just trust you? No offense, but.... I don't trust anybody." She walked out through the gate and called back, "I think I'll take my chances." People just didn't understand. They thought she was weak—silly, even—for loving Kade and risking so much to sneak out to see him. But Alina knew that without him she'd die anyway, and become a faded version of herself. She walked on into the putrid desert, already missing human companionship but was not about to go back in and beg to go with them to California.