chapter 2

F**k descriptions im lazy

"Gray.." she started but trailed off. She shut her eyes and leaned her head back. "We shouldn't." It was a weak protest that was lost as he kissed down her jaw, and nipped her neck. She dug her nails into his back and then shivered as he pressed his knee up between her legs. Firelight played over the both of them as they began to sink deeper, entwinging limbs and exchanging kisses hot enough to burn.

After, while Emma lay dozing in Gray's arms, his voice stirred her from her sleep. "I've never done that before." He said, softly, then rested his cheek against her hair. They drifted off together, wrapped up in each others arms.

Sudden commotion stirred Emma from her sleep. She was alone now, huddled up in empty blankets, and the fire had gone out. There was shouting outside, racous laughter, and the sound of violent struggle. Emma threw the blankets aside, barely noticing that she was again dressed, and threw herself to the door. As soon as she was outside, hands were laid on her. She struggled, shrieking, and something clipped the side of her head. Her vision dimmed momentarily, and then she shook it off and looked up. Grayson was being restrained by at least eight men, struggling madly, trying to get to her. "Don't hurt her!" He howled. "Don't you lay a damn finger on her!!" She struggled as well, but in a daze. Her head was spinning, and the cold air wasn't helping. Her hands were bound, and she was forced to her knees. A very familiar, very cold voice sounded behind her, directly in her ear. "Remember me, b***h?" General Keesh sneered, and then he took hold of her head, and turned it so that she was looking directly at Gray, whom was still struggling, still fighting. "Shut him up." Keesh said, smugly, and one of the soldiers stepped closer, and raised his rifle. The blow only stunned Gray, who shook it off, and doubled his efforts. The soldier turned to Keesh for confirmation, who laughed. "I said shut him up, didn't I? They can't complain if he was resisting arrest." The soldier shrugged, and then began to strike Gray again and again with the rifle, opening up nasty gashes across his face. Fianlly, he sagged, half concious, in the arms of the men who held him. He was dropped into the dirt, and secured with shock cuffs. Emma, in the meantime, was struggling madly. Keesh had covered her mouth so she couldn't say a word, but now, he took his hand away. "Don't touch him! Lemme go. Lemme go!" She pulled in a mad struggle to get to Grayson. "You care an awfully lot about him. Don't you?" The General said thoughtfully. She screamed as loud as she could and he covered her mouth again. "Shoot
him." He said, in an off-hand tone. The soldier with the rifle paled considerably. "Sir...with all due respect...Madame..." "You will do as ordered." "Yes...sir." The soldier turned to Gray, and those pinning him, then leveled the rifle with Gray's head. He stirred, and slowly lifted his head to look up at the soldier. There was silence for a bit, and then, slowly, the soldier lowered the rifle, and turned to the General. "I can't. Madame will not be happy. I'm sorry sir." The soldier dropped the rifle, and then tore his badge off his sleeve. It fell, slowly, like a leaf. The general stood, dragging Emma with him, and drew his gun. "Discharged." He sneered, and shot the young man directly between the eyes. He holstered the gun, and looked to the rest of his men. "Get him up." He said, gesturing to Gray, and then ran a greedy hand down Emma's side. "So sorry we couldn't have met in...different times." Something in his hand flashed, and then a slight prick in her neck drew a gasp from Emma. The last thing she saw before the drugs took her system over was a sillouehte of a bird in the sky above.

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Emma relished the feel of the wind on her new skin. It was raw, fresh, invigorating. She bared her teeth in satisfaction, and inhaled deeply. "We got us some runners..." She said, in soft sing song that would give any normie nightmares. This, however, only made her partner laugh. "Better let me do something this time." Gray hissed. The scars on his face shifted and swirled as though alive. "I'm sick of being held back, like an animal." "Emma rolled her newly colored eyes. "You are an animal" He hissed at her and grinned. The vibrations of heavy footsteps could be felt by their heightened senses. Grays now green eyes flashed. Emma rolled her shoulders and stretched. "Ready?" She asked pulling herself down into a position as if starting a race. "Waay ahead of you." He leapt off the ledge they crouched on, sailing down towards the ground below. Emma followed behind. Gray had the normies, three in all, cornered and shaking. Emma landed behind them and slung her arms around the two closest;s shoulders. She put on a

Fake surgery smile. "well lookie here" she said sweetly "now who might these people be?" Her laughter rung cruel in the chilly air. Gray rolled his eyes. "Cut out the bull s**t" he barked. He sped forward and was inches away from the third one in seconds. Emma's now violet eyes sparkled in the light as she laughed. "Now where's the fun in that?" She asked mockingly. "I'll show you." He stepped up close to the third man, who took a step back. "Hey, I know you!" Gray sneered. "You had a daughter, real pretty girl." His green eyes flashed. "I've got her skin in a frame on my wall." The man stilled, shock flooding through him, and then in that instant, his fear was eaten up by rage and he went after Gray. Gray barely moved, but his hand flicked up and caught the mans fist. He began to squeeze, slowly, while twisting the mans arm. His cries of agony soon shook the air, and turned to screams as Gray snapped his wrist, then shoved the broken bones back. They split the skin, brilliant little bursts of blood forming. Gray still did not release him, grinning savegly as he kicked the mans feet out from beneath him. Gray planted a boot in his chest and began to pull the now mangled arm upwards. "You can't run, you can't hide." The skin on the poor mans shoulder was beginning to tear. He screamed for mercy, tendons standing out in his neck. Gray rolled his eyes. "What a p***y." He snickered, then tore the normies arm off. The man was unconscious in an

Instant. There was silence for a moment. It was broken by an incredibly audible gasp from Emma as she collapsed to the ground. Her purple eyes turned blue for a second before they shut. Her hair flashed a dirty blond color bit soon returned to the pale blue color they had grown accustomed to. Even her skin regained color for a split second although it quickly returned to the porcline doll color it had obtained. She didn't move from the ground. Gray did not check her right away- he was literally ripping the other two, who had tried to run, apart. Emma took a deep, shaky breath, and then her eyes widened. From above, feathers were drifting down to her. They were the feathers of a hawk, and equisetly soft. She heard a whisper in her ear, a voice from long ago. I mean you no harm. Follow me, I have somewhere safe. The

whispers faded, and she sat up, just as Gray, soaked in the blood of his victims, knelt beside her. "I got them." He said, eyes lit with insanity. He tilted his head to the side, just slightly. "You okay?" She did not respond. Only looked at her hand which clutched four feathers. She held them up to him and looked at her as if she where the crazy one. "What?" He asked. She became slightly annoyed. "Do you not see them" she snapped holding them out more forcefully. He shook his head slightly. "Seriously are you alright?" He asked. She nodded her head meekly. Setting her hand down with the realization that he couldn't see them. He stood, smoothly, and waited for her to stand up, mopping blood off his face. Emma, head pounding, took a deep breath and slowly sat up. All it took was one look at the carnage that lay before her, and she leaned over and hurled. Gray watched her with little to no emotion in his eyes, save for surprise- she'd never shown any sort of aversion to gore. But then, even his surprise faded away, leaving him watching her emotionlessly. A very soft voice spoke up in the back of his head. "Kill her." It murmured. He shook it away. "Gunna sit there all day?" He asked, coldly. "We've got to report back." She didn't respond only stared into his eyes. They didn't seem real. They seemed plastic and hard. We felt a strange feeling. Like she missed someone. She pushed it away and stood. Eyes
A deep purple and skin the same white color it was before. Her baby blue hair fell out of its tight ponytail and billowed around her face. she pushed it back and looked down at the dead bodies any of the odd feelings of guilt and remorse she had felt earlier where gone replaced by only hard cruelty. She kicked one of the bloody messes sending red spray far enough to lightly graze the trees on the other side of the plain. "Goal." Gray murmured, and then hissed as his eye cam sparked. Madame, checking in. Her image erupted from his pupil, standing full out in front of them. "Get back to base, now." The woman hissed, and then vanished. Gray chuckled darkly. "Uh oh, looks like we're in trouble." He said, in a syrupy childs voice. Emma hissed, and then her hand shot out. He eyed it, and with a sigh, pulled his knife out of its arm holster and handed it to her. She stabbed it into her arm and tore down to the crook of her elbow, then lifted her face to the sky and howled. Everything came back all at once, and the feathers disintegrated in her palm. Hissing with satisfaction, she shoved the knife back into grays hand and inahled deeply. The night air was again crisp and clear to her, full of fear and hate and the scent of blood. God, she loved that smell. She watched as Gray did the same, opening deep gashes in his forearms until she stilled his hand. "To much" she said simply.and he complied by placing his knife back in the holster. He nodded and they paused for a minute wavering the distraction. Without another word and only a silent agreement they ran into the darkness their eyes catching every motion of even the smallest animal despite

The darkness

Murky grey, bright lights. Drowning. Plastic and metal all around. "Doc...he's awake again." Struggling, beating against the prison that drew so close around. Long, drawn, warped faces peering in. Gray leapt out of his bunk with a startled hiss, then dropped his head into his hands. He felt caged, trapped, unable to get free of himself. His head throbbed, violently, and he shakily clutched his head. His breath drew dragged in his throat, and black dots danced before his vision. "Emma..." He groaned, and staggered for the door.

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Emma paced feverishly about her room. The events of the day flooding her mind. Hawk feathers. Why hawk feathers? She Asked

Herself repeatedly aloud. Her thoughts where interrupted by light footsteps down the hallway that pounded in her sensitive ears. Damn runneres she though turning to fetch Grayson for a quick chase. She had barely made it two steps when her door flew open and an obviously distressed Grayson fell on her floor. Her eyes only showed half the surprise she felt Grayson hardly showed her any emotion at all. Never had she thought she would see him like this. She shook away the confusion and rushed to his side. "Oh my gosh! Gray are you ok?" She pushed up his shirt and searched for a heartbeat. She found one imidiatlt and sighed slightly in relief but didn't mover her fist. His body radiated extreme heat and he took a moment before responding. "now

"Snow.." He muttered, restlessly. His voice was husky, different somehow. Not as razor sharp as usual. "Snow, Emma, water. No you don't, you love me." She looked at him confused. His ramblings made no sense. "What?" It was more of a plea then a question. "I threw you in the water" He rasped. His skin was heating up even more, to temperatures that would kill a normal human being. "We jumped. I jumped. I was holding you, don't you remember?" The green of his eyes was darkening, filling with grey that spread from the pupils out. His hands suddenly shot out- he seized her face and kissed her out of the blue. Before she could pull away, or, for that matter, ask him what the hell he was doing, his hands fell away, and he lapsed into unconciousness. His skin was beginning to cool. She could still feel the heat of his lips on hers. It felt so...familiar. Her communicator chirred, and she jumped- it was the madame, and, according to her, it was urgent. Emma kept her voice as calm as possible, informed her that she and Gray would be down in moments, and then she hung up and shook him. He stirred, and then growled low in the back of his throat. Emma could sense him tensing to leap, and quickly got out of the way. His hands swiped at open air- he leapt to his feet and glared around. Still not fully registering, he went after the only moving thing in the room- Emma. His hands closed around her throat and he shoved her up against the wall, thumbs digging into her flesh. She gasped and gagged, yanking uselessly at his hands. his expression changed from anger to horrified as he realized whoitwas. He released her and she fell to her knees coughing and gasping for breath. He put his hands over his mouth in shock and his eyes widened. "I'm...sorry." He said, slowly, then crouched beside her. "Are you alright?" She shook her breath ranged. She looked up at him curiously. She had never seen this much emotion in him. "Madame needs us" she said plainly, standing as she caught her breath.
"So be it." He steadied her, and then carefully examined her throat for marks. They were already fading, and so, without further ado, they hurried out of the room.

Madame watched as they hurried through the corridors, and then turned to the assembled men behind her. "As soon as they enter, surround and take them down. They are waking up."

As they neared the main hall, both began to falter. Something felt...wrong. "Let me go in first." Gray said, quietly. Emma didn't bother to argue. Gray pushed in the set of double doors, and the two stepped inside. Instantely, it was as though time slowed. Their eyes slide over the assembled men, all armed to the teeth. Madame, in all her splendor, sat far behind in her custom place. Emma tensed- all of this was happening in seconds, no milliseconds. She felt something hard strike her chest, knocking her back out into the hall, out of harms way. Gray, whom had shoved her, turned back and held a hand out in a stop gesture. Bullets, all in that same slow motion way, began to fill the air, but as they neared Gray's hand, each first slowed, then stopped midair, and hung suspended there. Time sped up again, and those who had fired the guns froze in astonishment. A collective whisper of fear ran through the room as the bullets then hit the floor. Gray lowered his hand, slowly, and raised an eyebrow.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar. Co written by cora Larson . We wrote it together