forum One on One with @Starry

Started April 25, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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He grinned, running up, almost childishly.

Skye hung back a bit to watch, but suddenly froze when he spotted a guy in an alley, fiddling with the blade of a knife. Eye contact was achieved and a shiver went down Skye's spine. He barely resisted the urge to run.

Micheal had grabbed a can of spray paint, and had started work on his part.

Skye slipped into the mill of people, his eyes trained on the hunter. He knew that they wouldn't attack as long as he was with a large group. But suddenly there were lights coming up the street. Police lights.

"Shit." He muttered, dropping the can. "Everyone, run!" HE yelled, grabbing his wand. "Now!"

"Will you-"

"YES Jimmy, I'm going to try flirting my way out. Now fucking run!"

Skye was frozen with fear as everyone ran, noticing the cop's eyes as he got out of the car. The cop smirked, and Skye saw the glint of a knife in his hand. He snapped. "Mouse you need to run. NOW!" He yelled, realizing that this was an ambush for him.

"I'll be fine!" He yelled back, incantations and spells flying through his mind. "Run! Now!"

Skye didn't move, knowing there was no chance of escaping without a scirmish. "Please just get out of here. They're Hunters, and they're after me not you!"

"Oh fuck no." He hissed, raising his wand and pointing it at a cop-er, hunter. "Et abierunt, thot!"

The man dodged it easily. Skye finally got up the nerve to react. "Nebulae!" The command sent a portal to open in the guy's path, dropping him from a high height, knocking him out cold.

"How the fuck-" He shook his head. "Cool!"

"There's a reason I'm called Wolfheart." He growled, glaring at the other ons, who ran off.

"I suppose so." He said, watching them run.

Skye sighed, but suddenly yelped, falling to one knee as an arrow suddenly lodged in his left calve. Another hunter was on a rooftop above them, he had a crossbow.

"Oh my- Are you okay?" He asked, freaked out a bit as he looked around for the source.

Skye hissed in pain, sitting down to yank the arrow out. He did a mental search for more hunters, but they'd all left. "I'll be fine…" he growled, ripping off some of his pantleg to bandage the injury, getting back up a moment later.

"You got shot in the "leg. We should be getting you to a *hospital." He said, starting to get worried.

"I'll be fine." Said Skye flatly. "I have supplies for this back at my hideout. I'm going to head back there. Don't worry about me." He said flatly, starting to limp off.

"Are you sure?" He asked, trailing after him a bit.

"I've dealt with stuff like this before. Have been since I ended up on the streets.." he huffed, suddenly breaking into a sprint, dashing up into an alley before the other could stop him.

He tried to follow after him, but lost him. "Gods damit-"

Skye didn't stop, even though his leg burned with pain. He ran for several blocks, before reaching a run-down house, and creeping inside. Heading to the living room he flopped down in a sleeping bag in one corner, pulling out a ratty first aid kit, and attempting to clean the wound with a waterbottle and some gauze. Then grabbing some thread and a needle he started to stitch it up, tears of pain comjng unbidden.

Micheal went to find the others, deciding to see if they were okay.

Having dealt with the wound, and putting up safeguards on the house, Skye finally let himself pass out.
(Timeskip till class the next day? Substitute teach, and Skye gonna be late due to injury.. also it probably be infected by then)

((Sure.))

Micheal dragged himself into class, dropping into his seat. His mind was a lot of places, but mainly kept circling back to Is Wolfheart actually okay? Why didn't I follow him longer? What if they cornered him again? What if-

Class had started ten minutes ago as Skye limped down the hall. Opening the door he quietly slipped in, but not before the teacher spoke. "And who are you young man?" He asked.

"My name is Skye sir," he replied calmly, "Apologies for being late, it won't happen again."

Micheal looked up from the worksheet he had been pretending to work on that he was going to actually do for homework. What happened that he's limping?

"Skye… Skye Wolfheart isn't it?" Asked the teacher, checking the attendance sheet.
Skye nodded, limping to his seat. "Yes sir…" he said.

He blinked, snapping his head back down. No- wait- is he the Wolfheart from last night? Fuck, is he okay?

Skye sifhed, getting to work. He ignored the continuing pain in his leg from last night. Not even registering that Micheal was in the room, and had heard his last name. The second period bell rang and he rushed to shove papers in his bag and then limp out of the rokm and up the stairs to his next class.