Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

The echo of her voice bounded through the trees as the dark, withered forest enveloped the district. The echo traveled far enough that it reached Zaine's own ears. Her cries for help, her tears flowing down her cheeks and dropping to the ground, he could hear everything clearly. He didn't know what to think, he'd not seen another human in a quarter century. He began to think the impossible, he began to hallucinate of thoughts that could not be real. Mother! He yelled in desperation, such a wild thought that the voice could be of his mother, or one of his sisters perhaps. This place was haunted, this place played tricks on your mind. It does not matter that he saw every member of his family, outcasted and exiled, being eaten alive and killed by the wretched that surrounded him. Maybe his vision blurred, maybe they were lost. It was hope, such arrogant and desperate home that he lost his footing from running so quickly to the voice of the helpless. He needed something to hold on to, beneath the scarred body and the gears and the armor lay a broken man, an exiled man who had lost faith in humanity long ago. Finally he reached the end of the forest, teeth gritted as he dove into a nearby bush to remain stealthy. He could see the shadows just beyond the mist, he could see the white, pure figure running frantically, he could see that she had someone who wanted to feed on her surrounding her without her knowing. She was two steps away from running into a wretched's arms. He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let the only hope he had to regain some of his humanity be eaten alive just like everyone he knew. He couldn't make a mistake that caused a death of a human again. Abandoning reason, abandoning stealth, but out of the pure desire to protect he yelled out an instinctive, rough cry that sent chills through his own spine before it hit anyone else. It was loud enough that it could be heard at the gates of the district and beyond. The wretched froze and turned to him, and before they moved he was already in the mist a midst them. He uttered a quiet mumble, and with a burst of black magic, his metallic arm's gear shifted and changed, forming a long, serrated blade in replacement of an arm. The screaming girl was only a few feet behind him, just a few more running steps and she would see what was happening. Behind the last wall of mist there were only sounds. None could see what was going on besides Zaine and the wretched, but all could hear cries of wrath, and the sounds of the slashing of limbs, the pouring of blood. All could smell the death that surrounded the area just behind the mist. All would know that a monster, much more dangerous and much more wretched than the creatures themselves had just struck. And after a few moments of war, there he stood, drenched in blood yet not his own, two curved blades in each arm instead of a serrated sword for an arm. His chest heaved, his hair slightly unraveled to fall along his golden eyes. Everything infront of her had vanished, yet everything behind her still lived and wanted to eat her alive. It was either risk the monstrosity ahead, or fall victim to the death behind.