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..?"
Rachel jumped, "What? Oh, no. I could hit an animal or a person, I don't want to take the risk." She sighed and she walked into another pricker bush. she tore herself out of it and moved on, hopeing the woods would clear a little bit, and however foolish, hopeing the walk would end soon.
Wanda stayed atuned to the other two. Their murmmered conversation reached her tuned ears just fine. She took a deep breath and moved along. She would have to make a decsion soon.
"Here, let me walk ahead of you," Michael said, quickening his pace for a second to walk just a couple paces in front of her. He could see why Rachel was having trouble, having Wanda ahead of you only made things worse. You could only see a few feet ahead of you, and the branches that she skipped around smacked you in the face without warning. If not for the help of his powers, Michael would've fallen back to walk beside Rachel. He tried his best to stop the branches from whipping back and hitting Rachel, holding them gentlemanly until she stepped past them.
"Wanda, any chance of this jungle clearing up?"
Rachel smiled gratefully at him. He seemed to be having an easier time than she was, proably because he knew when Wanda would let a branch whip back.
Wanda heard him but took a minute to answer, "It won't end for a couple of miles, but it'll clear up in a few minutes. Thats when we'll be in the most danger." She walked faster to discourage conversation. In a couple of minutes the woods did clear up a little bit. In about five minutes of walking through that, Wanda stopped dead, holding up her hand for silence. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound, "How far are we from the town now?"
"Stop right now, you know about Wanda's hearing."
"How could boss expect her to turn against her hero's son?"
"He expected her to take them out before she found out."
Wanda took in a deep breath and focused on what she knew, "Slave traders, half a mile West. Be quiet, this way." She hoped they were out of Michael's range. She didn't want him to know quite yet.
Michael felt the people in the distance once Wanda pointed them out, but felt only that they weren't coming after them. He would know if they heard them, but for now they weren't a threat.
"Don't talk, if you need to say something just think it loudly," Michael whispered, "I'll pick it up and pass it on." He hoped he wouldn't have to do it, but it was much safer than talking. It would also be harder for Wanda to lie if the physical action of talking was taken away.
((I was thinking the slave traders were after all three if thats alright.
7 more posts and we will hit 500 posts!!!))
Wanda took in a deep breath and nodded. She could step through the woods lighter than either of them could, and she could see where they wouldn't crack twigs, Can you hear me? Step exactly where I step. she moved slower than she normally would have and more carefully. She was giving them a wide bearth but she was afraid they would eventually could into sight, the woods were thinned now.
Before following them, Rachel sang a note softly. The black smoke seemed to dissappear as she spread it out and Rachel sent it out. It wasn't dense enough to cut anything, peraphs cause a slight twinge. It would feel vibrations though, and it did feel vibrations just barely on the edge of the range she could control. She let it disperse and spoke to Michael, There are people where Wanda says there are, they are too far away to see or hear. We have to be careful she has a very long range of hearing, remeber when we kissed, she was too far away to see us in twilight yet she did.
*last sentence of Wanda's post: come not could. Also "they" refers to the slave traders*
((ok, sry, just wanted to say that Michael knows of them but not really what they're thinking. that way makes way more sense :) ))
Gotcha. Follow where I step, I'm following Wanda, Michael thought softly to Rachel. He wasn't sure exaclty what she was doing with the black smoke, but felt safer after she had done it. Now it was just up to him to alert her. He felt the minds of the slave traders like a vacuum he needed to fill, but he had to cope with the discomfort. It was hard enough to stay tuned on Wanda and Rachel while stepping exactly where Wanda was, he couldn't add a handful of foreign minds to the mix. Once they got back under cover, he would search them a little deeper, though he hopefully wouldn't have to.
Wanda could feel his presence in her mind. It was good that he didn’t yet know of her connection to slave traders, he’d have taken over her mind. As it was right now, it was stinging her brain. Although, she thought. That could be my mind creating a physical discomfort for an emotional pain. She shook that thought from her mind and continued on. If they were after her, they might have known that she betrayed them, and that might kill her.
Rachel bit her lip and followed. She really didn’t trust Wanda. She looked up and saw Michael, and immediately felt guilt. He had ten times her burden right now. She took his hand, this time to support him rather than her. She whispered into his mind, I’m here. You can do this.
Thanks, Michael thought to Rachel, squeezing her hand tightly. It was a lot harder to follow Wanda's footsteps while holding it, but it was more than worth it. He just had to constantly remind himself to focus on his surroundings opposed to Rachel.