She snarled – him saying this was even worse. Like him, Leuka bravely ignored the blood that ran down his skin; the brawl in the alleyway was almost over. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Let it out?"</font> she snapped once more, glaring at him for being so patronising. But she sighed and shook her head, lowering her voice somewhat. <font color = #2E8AF1>"I don’t care what you’ve been through, because you keep insisting and insisting that I don’t, but have you any idea what you put me through? You’re mad! This is a nightmare…"</font>
Adun decided to keep his mouth shut. The only thing it was doing was getting him in more trouble. He began to wipe off the blood, averting eye contact with the female. anytime he said something, it would just make the situation worse. He had to learn to break that habit. "No I don't, and I probably put you through one of the worst nights in your life. I'm sorry."
Leuka said nothing. Without thinking, she turned to observe the battle, expecting more blood, but the police had made a fairly neat job of it. They were heaping unconscious bodies onto a cart, and a very tall pendragon with a clipboard approached the pair, eyeing AdunÂ’s wounds. "WeÂ’re going to be having a word with you, son," he said in a gruff voice; "and you, miss. Clean yourselves up a bit and phone your parentsÂ… weÂ’ll need you to come round the station in about half an hour. Understand?" Leuka nodded dumbly, wondering vaguely why these guys were so trusting. She couldnÂ’t give a damn about any of this; the world knew she wasnÂ’t going to do as she was told. She was going to go home. But there were some things she still needed to doÂ… <font color = #2E8AF1>"Why did they come after you?"</font> she asked Adun in a quiet voice as the officer walked away.
"Because I was alone, and they thought they could win." He said, knowing that he wasn't gonna stick around here longer than he had to. "I guess I owe you double now, don't I?" He said, trying to use some humor, and feel like he failed miserably.
Whilst, not long ago, she had been unable to keep her eyes of the murderer – staring at him as if trying to read his mind – she was now doing everything in her power to avoid his eyes. Leuka was watching the retreating figure of the tall officer and, when she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard him anymore, replied to Adun with the same shake in her voice. <font color = #2E8AF1>"This isn’t a nice city."</font> and she settled with that. The police were too trusting; the thugs too many; victims too brutal. And to top it all off, Leuka Spry still had no idea in Ramath how she had gotten there.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry for the late post, I slept in</td></tr></table> "Very, very true." He said, inspecting the stab wound, noting how close he had come to death. "Someone up there doesn't want me dead, yet." He said, smiling, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
<font color = #2E8AF1>"Mm,"</font> she said noncommittally, <font color = #2E8AF1>"Even though you act like people try to kill you all the time, like."</font> She sighed, as if bored (she was far from it). <font color = #2E8AF1>"I don’t even… I don’t even know how I got here."</font> Leuka added with aggravation, her hand moving instinctively to touch her neck. But she felt something cold against her fingers. She looked at it sharply – a key; old, plain but not rusty; supremely clean with a bluish tinge to it. It was around her neck on a string. Frowning, she unlooped it from her neck and placed it in the palm of her hand, scrutinising. She could not remember being in possession of this key before she had arrived mysteriously at Aurius.
"Well you either got on something like a transport and slept until you woke up here, or you got telported here, or someone knocked you out and dumped you here. But none of those explain the key." Adun said, looking at the key and thinking.
Leuka was staring at Adun as if she had just forgotten the last few hours of torture. Who did she know that had a key like this? Dark... and it struck her to find him, wherever he may be. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Er..."</font> she began sheepishly, <font color = #2E8AF1>"Yeah. Well... I'll be off then!"</font>
"Good luck leuka." He said, getting up and walking away, knowing he was going to need to get out of here asap. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I can't think right now, sorry for the shortness.</td></tr></table>
Leuka was up and away before he was, without so much as a goodbye. Heart still thumping unpleasantly from what she had just experienced and the life she had just saved, the teenager headed for the nearest transport back to dry land. Today was going to be a long one.
