Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Kuh-! He gasped softly, tightening his grip almost cruelly, only to feel her own hand grasp his wrist. Not even a blush! All his life, his poor, sad life, he had fought hatred with a greater hatred, hoping to snuff out his suffering by smothering the source with his spite. To him, such words of optimism was just so very disgusting, to hear that things could so easily change. Eventually, he pulled his own hand away. Or, was it really pushed away? Despite his apparent dislike of her, he would never hurt her in any way. Just like that time, the blood of those who had assaulted her onto her cheek and her discarded shawl. The Guard even dared beg for his mercy before he shoved his knife deep into his heart. Unfriendly grey-blue orbs merely offered his hand out to her, ducking searchlights and hiding in alleyways to avoid the Town guard. He could never bring himself to harm Isara. He did not know why, but...did her words ring true then? It's not that I want you to dislike me. I hate you. he said, his words rather capricious as he leaned in to face her. I hate that optimism of your's and your hopes. There is no hope to be found in a world where people judge you on the color of your hair or the cape you wear openly. But, he had enough. Brushing by her shoulder, he resolved to walk back, but clearly no in the same direction as the clearing, maybe a few meters away from the small fire lit within the foliage. Carbine slung over his shoulder, he walked away without even looking back at Isara. Such a lonely, weary soul. Despite the bravado of his arrogance and contempt for her, it didn't take a mind reader to know that something had rested heavily upon his wounded heart. What tragedy had he experienced that he would turn out to be something like this? However, Rat stopped, just a few paces from where she was standing. Reaching into his hands, he took out...something strange, a thin, cylindrical object, darkened from the lack of light. Hey, Isara. he said in quite a jovial yet ironically chilling voice. A sudden change in emotion could denoted, almost...gleeful in tone, his voice was. I wonder. Will you still say the same after tonight's events? he asked. With a swift hand movement the wick was lit, emitting a very bright flame as he threw the stick down. Tolan and the Others, had sighted the bright-orange flame that lit brightly within the distance. He had sent off Hakan to warn the others, but before the Cobbler could turn around and walk, a loud Crack broke the serene silence of the atmosphere. Tolan stood dumbstruck, eyes barely able to wander to the bleeding hole in his forehead before he fell, the volley of gunfire injuring Hakan as he ducked against the cover of trees. E-Esme, gather the children! Run! he cried out, from a distance the light of his gun shooting wildly into the dark creating a light in the distance... Who was attacking them?! Better yet, how did they find out!? Rat merely stood there, smiling as he shrugged. Welcome to reality, Isara. he declared, pulling his gun and aiming it right at her momentarily, before he turned and shot in the distance, pulling the trigger twice before with a pained cry, Mordekai, Esme's brother and a stocky man who held a gun to protect his sister fell, his silhouette falling into the darkness as the one-sided fire fight raged on.