Rachel relaxed a little bit, it wasn't a voice she reconized. But she hated the company of people, hated the way they either fawned over her or ingored her. She was, if put simply, shy. A shy that was filled with terror that someone was going to do something to her... or that if they did she woud kill them. Rachel gulped, eyes wide, her voice was quieter now, as if it wasn't quiet before. Now she was hard to hear, "Get away from me..." It was almost a submissive comand, like she was saying 'I don't want you here but feel free to walk over me'.
"Please, I just want some water!" Michael begged. He wasn't lying--even if all he got from this girl was water, he would see it as successful. "Do you...at least know if there's any in this building? I won't bother you anymore." Now that was a straight-up lie, but he could tell she wanted to be left alone. Maybe if he promised her that she would do what he wanted...
Rachel didn't move but she did listen. If he was only a harmless traveler, he wouldn't hurt her. Glancing around, she made sure that there was no smoke left in the room, then put down her lamp. She did grab a wooden board, one of the many loose ones that lay around the building, and took the key off it's hook. Rachel opened the door wide, her head down in submission. "I have a small amount of water." Her voice was barly audible.
Quickly, Michael forced his consciousness into hers. She was submissive, which gave him some of his old confidence back. He gave her some simple suggestions: get Michael some food, don't hurt him, and not tell anyone she saw him. He reminded himself not to get gutsy, to only demand the bare essentials.
Rachel gasped softly as ideas went into her brain. Why don't you give the guy soe water? And food? He looks so tired and hungry. Don't tell anyone he was here. Rachel frowned and went to her backpack which she had left before. Rachel leaned down to grab it and pulled it back to him, but stopped without giving it to him. She was barely able to sneak any food away from her house, and this was the the product of months saveing up to it. Give him food and water. Just do it. Her hand moving almost against her will, held out the backpack. "Um, if you wanted food too there is some in here." Despite her hesitation, her grabbed his arm and pulled him in the room to the window, "there is a well out back." Rachel's eyes went wide, she had relised that she couldn't not do as she thought.
((sry, forgot to mention today was Drama Day. And Saturday is Band Day, so I'll be gone most of that day too :S))
No, no! Michael thought. He hadn't figured that food might be plentiful here, at least for her, and that could be stress enough to make her self-conscious of her conflicting thoughts. Once she figured out these weren't her thoughts, she could override them fairly easily. MIchael decided he had to make his move now: he snatched her backpack and jolted out the door, hoping she would be too timid to follow. He made a mental note to remember the location of the well, which he could use even if he lost the backpack.
((Ooh, Drama Day sounds like fun and have fun at Band day. I know I say this a lot, but I really mean it this time, there is no possible way I'll be able to post before 9 PM tomorow))
Rachel simply stared and watched him run away. Biting her lip she ran foward and grabbed his arm, though if he tried to pull away, he would be able to. "Please give me back my backpack, I promiss, you can have most of the food in there, I just want a small bit, please!"
((lol ok so we'll be on equal playing ground, since that's probably the time I'll get back too ;P))
Michael jerked his arm away and ran out of the building. He knew he was supposed to feel sorry for the girl, but he felt sorrier for himself. It was doubtful that she had just escaped from slave traders and could be recaptured at any time. After he had ran a while, he stopped and looked through the backpack. Not as much food as he had hoped...was this all the girl had? Pity started biting into him, and he began reasoning that he should at least give the backpack back so people didn't wonder how she lost it. He walked back to the girl, head slumped, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
((sorry I got a stomach ach last night and couldn't eat like anything. Plus I was so tired, yuck))
Rachel watched him run away then went back into her room and closed the door sitting on the stool. Putting her head in her hands she shook but did not cry. With a sigh Rachel went to the door and locked it again. She started to sing to make herself feel better. The song was sad, almost a wordless tune but it grew happier and word weaved there way in there. The black smoke began clustering at the door, wanting to get the warm body that was coming in the building.
((it's fine, i was at a play and went to bed right after it. I literally haven't been on for 18 hours))
Michael groaned with annoyance when he found that the girl was locked back up in the room. Maybe he should just steal the backpack after all, it didn't seem like she wanted it that much anyway. Sitll, his conscience wouldn't let him give up that easily. "Hey, I had a change of heart. The well is enough, you can have your backpack back. I didn't look in it or take anything, so no worries."
((not that it really matters, but that was bad math--it's supposed to be 30 hours))
((Haha, thats fine :) ))
Rachel gasped, her singing stopping again. Why couldn't this guy just leave her alone?! The black smoke was pressed against the door, as it were trying to break the door down. "I'll be out in a second!" Rachel glanced quickly around the room, there wasn't enough time for the smoke to fade.
Michael groaned again. Maybe he really should leave. What was she doing in there anyway, doing her makeup? What if she was preparring a trap for him or something? "How about..I leave the baackpack in front of the door. Is that ok?..."
Rachel nodded vigiourously, then relising he couldn't see her said, "Yes, that would be great!" Rachel looked at the smoke in despair, it was thining, but definatly still there. Rachel sat on the stool then yelped as she slid off the side in her distraction landing on the floor with a loud thump.
Michael started to feel a little worried about the girl. Was...was she committing suicide? Locking herself in an abandoned building, and that alk about not having enough to eat..the loud thump he heard was the final straw. He kicked open the door and ran inside the room.
Rachel jumped up, the black smoke rushed foward cutting the man, trying to reach his neck. She ran to him and pushed him out of the room closing and locking the door behind them, a couple of wisps had followed them, and Rachel grabbed the man's wrist and ran for his life. When she was satisfied that the he was safe, that they were out of reach, she stopped. After catching her breath she straightened and watched him apprehenisvly, would he yell at her? Call her a freak? If he told anyone, her family was dead. At least he is alive. The only reason that he isn't dead was because of how thin it was. She looked at his cuts, they would be deep.
Michael shrieked like a girl when he saw the black smoke, and felt it slash into his exposed flesh. For once he was glad he had lost so much weight, he was much less of a target, but his cuts still felt serious. To his pleasant surprise, the girl led him out of the room. If it wasn't for her, he thought when they were safely away from the smoke, he would've been killed by the mysterious smoke.
The girl was staring at him, he realized when he looked up from his wounds. "Oh, sorry...thanks for saving my life! I can't believe you risked your life for me...are you hurt?" He glanced over her, but she didn't seem to be hurt at all, even though she had been right in the middle of the smoke. "Hey, how are you not..."
Rachel didn't look at his eyes, just simply went to him and examined the cuts. They were deep, and bleeding. She reached into her pocket and drew out a small bottle with a white cream inside. Opening it Rachel smeared some around the cuts he had and the bleeding slowed. "The cuts will heal normaly." Her voice was very small, as if she were afraid of being yelled at. She didn't answer his question.
"Oh, well, thanks again.." Michael murmured, watching the girl tend to his wounds in silent awe. Something was bothering her, but he didn't know what. "You ok? Are you sure you're not hurt?"
Rachel nodded, "I'm not hurt. It'll never hurt me." she sounded dissappointed by this fact, as if she wanted it to hurt her. She muttered under her breath, "Maybe if it did I would be such a fool and sing." Hoping he hadn't heard her, Rachel finally looked at his eyes and took a deep breath, "If you tell me why the thoughts I was thinking weren't my own, I'll tell you what the black smoke was." She shrank from him slightly, afraid he was going to hit her.