Rachel nodded, silent. Her dreams last night had disturbed her and she was trying to forget them.
Wanda shook herself mentally. Offense was one of the best defences, all of the slave traders knew not to wake her by touch. Rachel was lucky to not even have a broken wrist. She stood and watched the two of them gathering their few belongings. It would be so easy to run, she could get out of his range quickly, proably before he could take hold of her. His parents swam to the front of her mind and she had to concerntrate on not tensing up.
Michael finished his packing and looked over the area. It wasn't hard to tell that someone had been living in the abanoned house, but it would be impossible to tell who. "You ready, Rachel?" he called, noting her silence.
Rachel nodded and took a deep breath. When she spoke it was barely above a whisper She cleared her throat and tried again, “Yea I'm good.” Her own upbringing of “always being polite” came in and she turned to Wanda, “Are you ready?” The girl jerked, lost in her thoughts. She seemed distracted and lost for a second then nodded quickly. Rachel took a deep breath, “Lead the way.” the girl gave her a strange look and Rachel realized it may seem weird that their prisoner should lead the way. But Wanda knew the area better then either of them, they needed her. Wanda turned and walked out of the house, Rachel followed, but grabbed Michael’s hand for comfort. Having a prisoner, nevertheless letting her lead, was nerve racking.
Michael was a bit startled by Rachel grabbing his hand, but held it firmly and gave her a smile. "It's ok, we got this covered,' he tried to comfort her. "If it would make you feel any better, I could..keep closer tabs on her..." He looked back at Wanda shamefully, but reminded himself that safety was more important that courtesy.
Rachel bit her lip and measured the chances watching Wanda's back. "No... If you do that she's more likely to run, or attack us, it will losen her trust in us, and..." She thought of the way she had writhed when Michael took firmer control of her mind. "She really seems to hate it. Maybe you could just, uh, have a greater presence in her mind."
Wanda processed it at the back of her mind, she didn't want to be too obvious. Their voices were way too low for a normal human to hear, but she wasn't normal. If they were considering going innto her mind, she had to consider using her strength. She glanced behind her, "This way." She was going to lead them the right way.
Michael smiled, his eyes half-closed. "Whatever would make you more comfortable. I'll try to be as unobtrusive as possible." He looked up at Wanda's words, and wasn't sure whether to believe her. "Sounds good to me." He started going in the way Wanda had said to go, but kept his mind tuned to her, looking for any feelings of deception of guilt.
Rachel squeezed his hand and took a deep breath. She let go of his hand, if Wanda attacked, then she wanted to have both hands. She plundged into the forest after Wanda, watching her carefully. The girl moved with an unnatural graceness, weaving through the forest like there it was nothing but an obstical course. Mulitiple times the branch swung back and hit her, barely half an hour into the walk and Rachel had several cuts and stings from prickers and snapping branches. She contemplated the way Wanda moved. she definatly had powers, but of what kind? She was a good fighter and seemed comfortble in her body at least when moving. She looked back at Michael, more for comfort that he was with her than anything else. They couldn't trust Wanda.
((do you want to skip ahead to where they get to a town or something? or did u have something else planned?))
"It's ok," Michael said lightly, smiling a little more than was necessary. He was able to navigate a little easier than Rachel, as he was slightly tuned to Wanda. "If it would make you feel better, you could walk ahead of Wanda and use your powers to clear the way..?"