~;.Amnesia.;~ [Open & Accepting!~]

[crystwolf]

Scarlette completely stopped when a growl came the the dark, her white hair slightly messy and hanging forwards as her head was lowered. Slowly, her red eyes glanced over to Luke, fear gleaming in them. "Could be." She murmured, a giggle being added afterwards, a sound that bordered slightly on hysteria. Her gaze snapped towards the creature, her head tilting to the side as if it could help her see better.

Sorry, a little rushed.~)

[RainbowTea]

Luke swallowed hard as he stared at the fear crouched in Scarlette's red pools. He hated seeing her like that. He dropped her hand, taking a step back. Maybe she wouldn't be able to help him after all, not when she was so gone. He cautiously let Jinx slide from his shoulder and into his arms before he slowly set him down on the floor nearby. The younger boy's limbs hung limply, his muscles loose and relaxed. It reminded Luke of a puppet.

The wolf hadn't moved from its defensive position yet. Its bottom lip began to curl back into a snarl before another rumbling growl erupted from its throat. Luke's hand jammed into his belt, feeling around before his skin bumped into a thick sheath. Wrapping his fingers around the hilt, he yanked the dagger out, the metal gleaming in the moonlight. The wolf went mad at the sight of a threat, switching its position into a low crouch.

" @#!*% ," Luke hissed, stepping in front of Jinx and Scarlette. "I hope you have a weapon," he mumbled to Scarlette, just as the wolf began to lunge at him. He barely reacted in time, rushing forward and plunging the dagger into the wolf's leg. He roughly pulled out his weapon from the flesh as the animal recoiled with a shrill yelp. Its ears were pinned against the back of its skull in half-anger, half-fright as it quivered with a growl.

((I'll stop here to give Scarlette a chance to react as well. c:))

[crystwolf]

Scarlette couldn't help but step back a little when the wolf lunged, but narrowed her eyes when Luke attacked it instead of running. She frowned and leaned forwards just enough to grab Luke's shoulder and pulled. "Fool, run! You can't possibly manage to kill a wolf." She hissed, but her free hand still searched in her pockets, which held no weapons at all. She mentally berated herself for not trying to find a weapon - Well, she didn't think there would be a wolf in the town, no matter how it was surrounded by a forest. With that, she slowly backed away from the watching wolf, releasing Luke's shoulder and hoping that he would listen and run.

[RainbowTea]

Frustration pounded into Luke as Scarlette's warnings rang into his ears. He should've known better than to think she could possibly help him! He tried to shake her hand off his shoulder, annoyance pricking at him. Was she trying to get him killed by restraining him? A deadly scowl dripped across his face as he stared hard at the drooling animal, not daring to remove his eyes from it. The girl's retreating footsteps echoed around him. "Fool," he snapped, mimicking her tone. "You can't possibly manage to outrun a wolf! Do you seriously think we have any hope -"

Luke was abruptly cut off when a threatening snarl yanked itself out of the wolf's mouth. It bared its sharp teeth at him, drool dripping from the shiny fangs. The glossy fur reflected against the few streams of moonlight. It inched closer, but pain smeared its eyes as its injured leg hovered in the air. A smirk danced on Luke's lips, and he almost released it, but he hardened it into a glare. "Scarlette, you go," he muttered. "We can't both run."

[crystwolf]

She glared, but at the wolf or Luke, she didn't know. Not saying anything, she gave a quick glance at Jinx's unmoving, limp body, before slowly stepping back into the darkness, remembering something that she had done not too long ago. Quietly but  quickly, she walked back to where she had bumped into the table and the old vase that had dropped. She crouched down, hands gingerly feeling against the floor until she bumped into a large piece of ceramic that was undoubtedly sharp. She picked it up, standing slowly and eyeing the wolf and Luke, the two silhouettes that were staring at each other.

[RainbowTea]

[crystwolf]

She didn't see the limp body on the floor waking and moving about, for Scarlette had turned and crouched down again, feeling along the ground for another piece of ceramic. Even though it wasn't the best weapon, it was better to have more than one piece. She picked two more up and stuffed it into her pocket,smiling slightly and quickly standing, eagerly wanting to help Luke with that wolf instead of running like a coward. She turned and abruptly stopped short, eyes going wide as she stared at the bursting flames that moved gracefully, yet carelessly about.

...It was mesmerizing, almost beautiful.

It was suddenly very hot and warm, unlike how it was before. On instinct, she backed away from the flames into the wall, breaking her stare with the fire when her throat felt very dry, and she went into a coughing fit - Though it hardly helped. What the hell had happened when she just turned away for a while? She narrowed her eyes, tears springing up as the smoke grew even more. She glanced around, but saw nothing except for the orange and red flames. Well, at least there wasn't darkness anymore.

She perked up when a voice called her name, near to the left, but as she strained to look, she couldn't see anything. "I'm here-" She choked off in another coughing fit, squeezing her eyes shut against the heat, as though it would help.

[RainbowTea]

Current Injuries

-Nasty gash on shoulder (bandaged)
- Nasty gash on left arm (bandaged)

Health (1-10): 8

A faint voice pierced through the heavy crackling noises. Luke hurried towards the cry, glancing behind him. The flames were beginning to creep along the walls, stretching down towards the furniture covered in dusty sheets. They didn't have much time to escape, he realized. Although there was no roof, he feared the building would still collapse on top of them quickly.

Coughs filled his ears as Luke caught a glimpse of the white-haired girl. Horror trembled through Luke as he realized the smoke was seeping into Scarlette's lungs. He stretched out his free hand and tried to grab her arm. "Are you okay?" he blurted out, but it was obvious neither of them would last long if they remained exposed to the heavy smoke. It had begun to thicken in the air, and it was rapidly accumulating.

Luke shook his head at his own question. "C'mon, we need to get out," he said urgently. "You said you knew the way out, so find it!"

[crystwolf]

Rushed. Again. ouo Sorry~)

Scarlette merely gave a wave of her hand, a dismissing gesture, before grabbing the other's hand again and moving towards the direction that they had been moving to before the wolf - Well, at least where she though they had headed before. Nonetheless, she tried it out, anything to get out of the burning house of hell. She place a hand over her mouth and nose, giving a quick glance to Luke - And Jinx - to see how they were doing.

[RainbowTea]

Current Injuries

-Nasty gash on shoulder (bandaged)
- Nasty gash on left arm (bandaged)
- Possible temporary breathing difficulties (untreated)

Health (1-10): 8

As the two hurried through the heck of a building, the smoke began to thin out a little in the air. Luke sucked in some fresh air, slight relief rushing through him. He never thought oxygen could feel so good. Jinx began to slip off his shoulder, and he hastily readjusted his burden. Shifting the boy around, Luke tried to evenly distribute the extra weight so that he could still keep his balance. "This is terrible," he muttered, not daring to let go of Scarlette's sweaty hand. "What an idiot. I can't believe this oaf thought starting a fire was a great idea."

Something began to tickle his throat, and Luke swallowed hard against it. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop coughing once he started. However, he felt a cough insistently press against him, and he held his breath as it rose higher and higher. Finally, he couldn't restrain himself. He gagged and began hacking his lungs out, squeezing the girl's hand very tightly as if it would stop him. "H-Hurry," he choked out in between coughs. "I-It's gaining o-on us!"

The fire roared loudly behind them. His vision blurry with tears from coughing, Luke glanced up and saw a smashed window. He jabbed his finger at it and tried to push the girl towards it.

~*~

Current Injuries

-Nasty gash on left arm (bandaged)
- Minor glass cut on right arm (untreated)
- Possible temporary breathing difficulties (untreated)

Health (1-10): 7

Apitre hugged herself as she stared up at the bright moon. A small yawn escaped her mouth, and she sleepily blinked. She'd already dozed off a few times, but she'd quickly awoken with a start each time. The determination to stay awake filled her. She would not close her eyes until she knew her brother had safely gotten out with the others. They were taking too long, however. She feared the worst.

Apitre shot another glance towards the building and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was glowing. It looks so wonderful, she thought, mesmerized by the orange beauty. It appeared to be a little unnatural. She stepped a little closer to it, interest filling her. However, horror quickly poisoned her joy when she realized that the building was not glowing.

It was on fire.

"A-Ah," Apitre gasped, her eyes widening to the size of discs. How had that happened? It had been perfectly fine a few minutes ago! How could a fire suddenly appear? There had been no storm or lightning to strike down a tree - not that there were any left standing now. Panic jammed her heart into her throat, and she rushed towards the entrance. She stuck her head inside, coughing as the smoke filled her lungs. "Jinx!" she screamed, and she took a few steps inside. Her head swung around wildly as she scanned the area for any sign of her brother or the others.

Flames. So many flames. Apitre tried to blink past the blinding orange, but it completely filled her vision. She screamed her brother's name again, beginning to feel hysterical. How could she have let him go inside such a strange building? This was all her fault! She should've been more firm, but no - she was soft, too soft . . .