Thread: All Out of Time  (Ethereal & Jake G.)

Everything happened so fast, one moment checking the see if the man was alive, the next finding herself pinned beneath him. A scream formed in Amelia's throat, though the sound had no time to escape her as the man's hand gripped her throat, her eyes widening upon the knife that he brought down towards her. It was unlike any knife she'd seen before, though that wasn't a thought she lingered on as she stared helplessly up at the man who'd she intended to try and help. A shaky breath left her lips as he motioned for her to be quiet, the girl silent as she trembled beneath him. She nodded quickly as he told her he would let her up, drawing in an unsteady gasp as he released her and stood above where she now laid on the ground. With a look of hesitation in her eyes, she scrambled up into a sitting position. It was only then that she realized how her dress had ridden up, a blush coming to her pale cheeks as she hurriedly smoothed the fabric down. For a moment, she couldn't bring herself to stare back up at the man, though she could feel that his eyes were upon her. It was only when he stepped away from her that she allowed her gaze to follow, her look of fear turning to one of curiosity as he began tampering with...whatever it was. Her eyes watched intently, moving between the man and the device that he held. She found herself leaning closer towards him, as though to get a better look, though she hadn't yet stood from where she remained sitting on the ground. When he glanced back over to her, she quickly looked away, and it was only when he spoke to her again that she found her eyes lifting to meet his. Her tone was quiet, meek as she answered his question, her curiosity sparked further by his reaction to her answer. Why wouldn't he know what year it was? And why would he seem to react in such a way upon learning the time he seemingly hadn't known? She was silent as he cursed, and she found herself wondering just what it was he was upset with. The year, or the device he held? If he were to look at her again, he would see the way her lips were parted slightly, as though she intended to speak. And she wanted to, but what was she to say to a man that had nearly killed her? The thought made her realize that perhaps, she should have been frightened. Maybe she should have run, tried to make it back home, yet her curiosity kept her there sitting before him. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, and in each moment that passed, more and more of them seemed to form in her mind. What had happened to him? Why had he nearly attacked her when she tried to help him? What happened to the man in the tree? Why was he dressed so strangely, and where was he from? What was the device that he fuddled with, and why did he seem so upset? Was he in trouble? Why didn't he know the year? She wanted to ask all of these things, to try and figure out just what was happening, yet she could only manage to muster three, simple words. Are..you alright? she spoke hesitantly, asking the one question that wouldn't reveal much about him, yet it was the one thing she seemed to care most about. She had always been the kind of person to look out for the wellbeing of others, even those she didn't know. Things were no different with this man, and despite the oddities that seemed to come along with him, it was obvious for her to see that he was in some sort of distress. Of course, she owed nothing to him, and yet again, she found herself knowing that her best option would be to leave. Whatever was going on with this man, it wasn't good. Yet, she remained where she was, patiently waiting for his answer.