Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

Ty ran and ran and ran, he hadn't pushed himself like that since he was in primary school and a pit bull chased him home. Still with little exercise and a job that mostly kept him fairly stationary, here he was pulling for the gold medal down Pickerton street. Though it wasn't helping keep him hidden exactly, people constantly turned to look at the bolt passing them. Especially the mythics, did they know? Could they sense that he was different? He surely ran like a bat out of hell so maybe they knew something was up. He also found his cognitive side slightly more enhanced. If he had ran like this before and tried to read a book or do some math he wouldn't be able to focus at all. Strangely enough, as though that was the title for the day, he could keep up his thought train. Which currently was leaving the station of why the hell was he a terrorist? The cop had called him a terrorist? What did that mean? Was it the fire? Did they think that was intentional? Surely not, with today's tech it was easy to find the source of the fire which would obviously turn out to be his mess of a kitchen. The fire wasn't even over though, looking over his shoulder he could see the smoke billowing into the sky. There was no way they would know he was the cause of the fire yet. So it had to be the museum, but how? All he did was destroy some things. Again, would result in a life of bars, yard time, and calling someone big Dan but not terrorism. Something fishy was going on and he had to figure out why a no name archeologist was at the middle of it all. Suddenly, lights. Like it was night and someone had turned on the biggest collection of white Christmas lights right in front of his face. All of his momentum had stopped and was now being carried onto a pile of trash bags in a dark alleyway. He thought that if his brain was in one piece he'd be screaming in pain right now but he could barley see straight so screaming would have to come later. He rolled off the bags and onto his back, his motor functions coming back all at once. He tried to get up, afraid that he had ran into a Minotaur or Cyclops and pissed them off. He winced and focused his vision to see he was being held down by the foot of his own sexy personal nightmare. I told you I'm not talking to you rig- He started to speak but was cut off by her booming voice. He didn't care if he had her calling him master and standing on her tippy toes for him last night, she got real scary real quick. Yet he kept his cool slightly, while his eyes went big and his mouth shut tight, he didn't piss himself. When she stopped talking he quickly thought about tossing the gun far enough that she would smoke out and he would be free. That was the wrong choice though, it seemed none of his thoughts were safe from her. He knew that sometime down the line he would have to learn how to defend his mind from her or other things. Right now though she was in control and he had to listen. He only hoped that his future plans of telepathic defense didn't piss her off more now. He grimaced and let out a small groan of pain as she pushed down on his chest. Her strength showing while she pinned him down like a puppy under a full grown man. She truly was amazing and if he wasn't almost certain that she had done something to him he might have marveled at her a bit. It didn't matter though, he didn't trust her. There was a game being played and Ty was a piece being pushed back and forth. Until she truly started to explain and let him in, they were just going to have to deal with being together. Though that would have to wait with the London Police Department out on the hunt for him. ....No.. I don't want to bring my friends in. Especially not Kimmy, I just want to get us out of the country... He said almost slightly pouting. She was stronger than him and could use magic, he had no choice but to let her take the lead if she so desired. For the time being if her foot was on his chest then the roles of master and servant switched hands. I understand....Please let me up. Bloody hell I think you may have broke my cheek bone. There's a click when I talk now, that better not be permanent. He said letting a little bit of that new found courage come out. He gently moved her foot off his chest, almost asking permission silently in how slow he did it and the eye contact he was making. At the very least he knew that in future situations if need be he had a bad ass partner to help him out of a sticky spot. He stood and brushed himself off, feeling the pain his body had been through but surprisingly knowing that it was still ready to go. In fact he was sure a good nights would be all he needed to be at peak performance. If it wasn't for the whole being controlled part from last night he'd actually be pretty excited. Alright, I'm listening, the rules do not apply to me. What does that mean exactly? Also we kind of need the short version right now. Those cops are probably chasing after me and all those witnesses are probably pointing this way. How can we get out of the country?