[Event 2] Animal Friend (Maëlle)

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 752

Tags: Maëlle Williams

During the escape Hamish hadn’t known what was happening until it was too late. Suddenly the door to his cell was wretched open and someone began to pull him from his bed without much warning. Busy with trying to steady himself Hamish hadn’t noticed that he was being pulled from the building and led outside until it was already too late. The hand that held onto him keep pulling him and only let go when the entrance to the underground was no longer insight and he had been spun around to even know what direction to head to find his way back. Looking around the panic instantly set in noticing all about the stranger things around them. There were so many things he hadn’t seen since his childhood and other things he couldn’t put a name too. Even though he hadn’t been outside to see the moon he often saw it from a window when living in Weeds of Tomorrow but often he couldn’t admire it for too long without dealing with the workers for scolding him for leaving his room or his roommate for keeping them awake with random chatter.

It has been a while since Hamish had even been able to clean off himself leaving his hair clumped together with a mixture of sweat and dried blood. His pale freckled skin appeared darker with all the grim that had built up on it from the countless fighting he had been though since the last action. Everything about him added to the putrid scent he surely left off.

Moving away from the mutants that ran off scattering into the darkness Hamish approached something he had never seen before. It sat on a patch of concrete and shined when any light came in contact with it. Four wheels were all that kept the piece from resting against the rough ground below. Running his hand over the chilled metal Hamish jumped a bit as if he expected the object to lunge at him when it was touched. Getting more curious Hamish hit the metal, suddenly an alarm began to sound as the lights flashed causing Hamish to fall backward in shock. Not knowing what to do Hamish scrapped himself off the ground and took off running. Panicked at the loud cries of the metal object Hamish darted into the street causing a car to slash on their breaks to avoid hitting the ginger mutant.
Fear and anger were started to overwhelm Hamish making large shadows throw the car away from him as he escaped into the alley close by to avoid seeing anything else. What was that? Was it trying to kill him with those loud screams and one had nearly hit him when he ran away. Maybe the yell was calling for help! Would those things start looking for him?

Hamish fell down next to a dumpster and curled in on himself shaking at the thought of one of those things coming after him. Nothing seemed to be making any sense outside. Why couldn’t he be left alone in his cell? It was chilled in the cell even with the lights surrounding him but it was something long ago he had grown accustom too. His thoughts were cut off when he heard someone begin to move down the alley he had hidden in, the person who nearly hit him was coming to get him.

Moving to his feet Hamish continued down the path not daring to look back to see if they continued to follow after him or not. By the time he finally collapsed he was at a bridge far away from who had chased after him when the metal monster tried to devour him. Moving under the structure Hamish curled up on himself trying to coax himself to end the shaking that kept his muscles tightening and made him unable to relax. Was he cold? Maybe he was cold but yet his body didn’t seem to feel the same numb as it did when he tried to warm himself in the cold cell.

It finally had happened… he was completely alone how that he had left the underground. Hamish never did trust humans but it seemed the school was right. By running from the safety of the underground he was all alone and didn’t even know how to return back to his so called home even given the choice. The thoughts seemed to cause the thin ginger to begin to cry. He rubbed at his eyes but his weeping continued.

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[Maëlle Williams]

RUNNING & RUNNING i'm waiting for the day when you'll come to my side

Life had gotten considerably easier for Maëlle when she was adopted in Alfred F. Jones’ life. She no longer needed to steal or hunt for food, had a warm home and someone who legitimately cared for her (at least, as long as he thought she was a regular dog). She was happier than she had been in years and found her drive to find her friend slipping. She had no leads, nothing to follow, and perhaps her friend would be returned after a contract expired, so sitting and waiting was the best option. Besides, she had snuck into the Underground on numerous occasions and had made a few acquaintances. Her only concern was to remain anonymous, and to not let anyone know of her abilities. Maëlle made note to never shift in front of anyone; if she was a mutant, she was a mutant constricted to a single transforming body. She couldn’t be taken to the Underground. Living as a pet was one thing, but living under someone when they knew? When she was a slave and they could ask anything of her and expect results? No. It would be too different. As a dog, owner’s expected that their pets wouldn’t quite understand situations, what they were going through, what was happening around them. It was the life Maëlle preferred; simple, easy, and happy. She was happy, Alfred was happy, and everything was wonderful. Then she discovered Alfred was a Freedom Fighter, and her ties to him became so much more important. She desperately wanted to be involved, to help others escape, but the fear of showing her human face prevailed. She was scared, and that fear kept her skin from changing and action to be taken. She was scared of Alfred finding out, now that he was firmly cemented into her life, and she into his, but she couldn’t simply forget about the other mutants who weren’t so lucky as to have evaded the system. So when Alfred left that night, telling her he’d be back late, she snuck to the back window, flicked the lock open with her nose and wiggled it open a hair, enough for a tiny house spider to slip through. From there she dove into the night, spreading legs into silent wings that glided effortlessly over the rooftops. She thanked the sky for being overcast; it helped hide her outline from nightwatchers. Maëlle knew something was wrong when she heard the sirens and alarms, and she coasted lazily on the updrafts, watching with eerie owl eyes as bodies flooded from the entrance of the Underground, sprinting away from the horrible prison as fast as their atrophied legs would take them. Maëlle felt her heart lurch. They were free! But… for how long? They’d need help. They’d need to get away, get to the Freedom Fighters, where they had a safehouse. Maëlle knew about it, where it was, and she could lead them to it! Abel! Where was Abel?! Aside from magnified vision of the streets below, Maëlle was at a disadvantage with this body. Dim lighting wouldn’t allow for her to accurately find her Dutch friend, with so many of these mutants fleeing. Scent was her better ally, so she drifted to an alleyway, turning feathers into fur before she even landed. Springing onto the cracked concrete with four orangy paws, she took off, following her nose but gosh, she hadn’t been in this area on foot and the air was ripe with gunpowder. Police were more evident in this part of town and it made her eyes sting and tail curl between her legs. There were so many scents crisscrossing and she tested the air, but didn’t recognize any particular scent other than the stench of the Underground. One trail in particular was so fresh that Maëlle could nearly taste it on her tongue. Someone had literally gone by minutes ago, and while she longed to find one of her established friends, this scent was potent with pheromones. This mutant was scared, terrified, and Maëlle couldn’t help but feel obligated to find them. Casting a glance towards the direction of the Underground, she quickly turned and followed the frightened mutant’s trail. It didn’t take long to find him, as he had made a beeline straight for the river and had taken refuge under the bridge that crossed it. Maëlle stopped by the road, cautiously moving forward as to give the mutant space when her keen ears picked up on the muffled attempt to hide his tears and heaving breaths. Maëlle’s heart lurched; no no she hated, hated when people cried! Carefully she popped her head out into view and stared at the redhead who had buried his face in his hands. She mentally prepared herself to be smacked away, but she approached him slowly, prodding his attention with a soft whine. She took a few closer steps, trying not to rouse any anger, but she stretched her muzzle forward and licked at his hand. ‘Don’t be afraid. Good dog. I’m your friend.’

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[Maëlle’s appearance]

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 862

Tags: Maëlle Williams

Being the one to lash out at others and make it clear that he didn’t need friends to be happy no one would expect the ginger mutant to begin to panic in his new found predicament. Shadows lashed out wildly controlled by both fear and anger, it was as if he was once again living in his youth when controlling the shadows was more stressful than it was useful. Whipping around striking anything in reach the black vines nearly struck Hamish as they swung past his face. Panting he wasn’t sure if he had been hit or not as his mind continued to spit out crazed thoughts making him grow increasingly lonely. As always his mind was the true enemy at the moment.

Were the guards even going to look for him? With each passing day his price tag seemed to drop more as the government were willing to give a bit more to anyone that might take him off their hands. Even being unwanted as he was the government was wise enough to require the human to keep him until the contract runs out unless they wished to return the money that they gained for taking him into their home. Was there even a point in looking for him? The government might as well give him away when someone bought another mutant. There was no reason to look for him just to waste all the energy needed to keep the shadows from coming to life within his cell. With each second he was gone they had to save money one way or another.
Days like this he wished the government tried to make him a pet just so he could feel that someone felt he was useful. As far as he saw the only use he had was keeping the others fed. Many of those around him wished to serve humans so long as they left the underground. Hamish simply wanted a place he could call home. Even since he had been taken there the underground had becoming his home as he never was forced to leave but the other mutants didn’t understand that. As much they wished to serve masters he wished to feel safe knowing he wouldn’t be taken only to be thrown away after a short amount of time. Mutants were not toys for humans to throw away once they grew bored, they are beings that deserve to live as they please without relying on humans.

Telling himself over and over that he could survive without the underground seemed to calm the panic some but yet Hamish doubted himself. Nothing out here made sense. Within the underground there was order, set feeding times and even a schedule for when they would be horsed down but out here he had to remember to eat and sleep. The sun wasn’t always out making it difficult to see what is going on around him. No order seemed to exist in this world… the human world.

Easing out of his panic to regain control he felt the shadows wrap around him hugging his body as if trying to calm him as a mother might. His mind unknowingly commanded the shadows the embrace his thin, freezing figure making it seem as though the shadows moved only to comfort him. Years alone had taught him how to comfort himself. Sometimes he would have the shadows move to cradle his body as a mother might have. No memory of his mother rocking him came to mind making him wonder if he actually knew what it felt like to be held by another. Past the scowl and growling there was part of the man that wished to be hear the heartbeat of another but never would he admit his wish to be held against the chest of another.

Tears still stung his eyes when he suddenly heard a whine that came from his side. Looking over there appeared to be a small dog that carefully licked at his hand. Pale lips curled into a smile as he saw the creature offer him comfort. Stroking the soft fur Hamish sighed not able to say a harsh word to the dog that seemed to have found him only to lick his hand for comfort.
“Ah dinnae hae ony food tae offer ye. Ah bet someone is keekin fur ye.” He wished he could say the same for himself but it wasn’t worth telling a lie. There was no shame in not having to rely on others was there? Being the one to care for others was always more comforting anyway. It was almost a shame that no one had wished to care for him as he cared for them. Part of the mutant was surprised the government hadn’t been forcing the guards to watch him eat if they didn’t wish him to become useless at fighting as well. Placing more effort into a mutant such as himself wasn’t worth it, or so he figured. If suddenly he were to pass due to lack of nutrition few mutants would mourn his loss as even in the underground most would turn their backs on him for a bowl of soup.

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