The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

He glanced back to me once he had turned around. "I'd get somewhere safe if I were you." The sky darkened, and then about five black-cloaked people came out from behind the trees. Trace looked at me and said, "Hide." He picked up his axe.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I nodded and quickly went into the forest and crawled into the base of a tree that I had used for hide and seek the day before. It was basically a big hole under the tree that you couldn't see in to. It was where the roots kinda left a big hole there. It was a nice hiding spot. Not too hot, not too cold... And there's a hole where you can see out but no one can see in. I shifted and got where I could see out.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Trace Turner. How nice to see you." A bony finger was put to Trace's chin, then the person under the cloak -male's voice- lifted off his cloak. He was about thirty or forty. He had black hair and piercing, icy blue eyes. He looked over, seeming to look at me. Then he looked into Trace's eyes. "You know running from the agency isn't good for you, Hawk."
Trace backed up slightly, gripping his axe tighter. "My name is Trace."
"Oh? Little Pretty Boy isn't going to turn now, is 'e?" I saw the moonlight glisten off of a dagger in the guy's hand, behind him.
Trace's eyes seemed to narrow. His eyes widened, and his right eye turned a dark purple color, having a symbol in it. I heard a rumble of thunder.
"There ya go. Just a little further." The guy stepped up closer, sneering.
Trace's eyes darted to the dagger in the guy's hand, and he kneed the guy in the ribs, his eyes going back to normal. The guy flung back, doubling onto his side.
Trace held his axe out in front of him. "Don't move. Anyone take a single step forward and I'll drop the axe." I looked at the blade of the axe. It was directly perpendicular to the ground, hovering just over the guy's neck.
The four other guys began to back away. Then a girl stepped out from behind them. She had long orange hair, a small braid back. She came up to Trace. She wore a light half-shirt and a long skirt, white. She looked like a goddess. The girl came up to Trace and looked up at him, having beautiful orange eyes. She smiled a bit. "Trace, you're growing up. You need to be careful."
Trace's grip on his battle axe softened a bit, enough for the guy to slip out from under it.
The girl winked at someone behind Trace, then took out her sword and slashed out, cutting Trace across the chest. Trace's eyes narrowed immediately and I saw his nails turn into sharp claws. He took his battle axe and jumped back, hitting the girl on the side with the wood part of the axe, then attacking the other people, being quite calm, very fast. Like lightning. Then, when all the bodies lay on the ground except the girl's, Trace turned back. He had a blood stained shirt, his head was lightly and weakly to the side. He looked at the girl, his dark purple eye slightly bleeding. He only needed one more blow to be out, because his head was bleeding, along with his closing eyes.
The girl picked up a crossbow, cocked it, and aimed it right at Trace's chest. She shot, and the arrow sliced through the air, hitting Trace's stomach. Trace's eyes began to close, but he gained enough strength to pick up his battle axe and swing it, hitting the girl with the blade. Then, as it began to rain, Trace fell onto his side, eyes closing. And his grip on the axe lightened.

There was a glowing aroma around Trace's body as it rained. I was out of my hiding hole by now, sitting next to him with Grim's jacket over me. Grim had came by, then gone to his dorms to help Frey move dormitories.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I watched Trace as he lay there. He was actually alive... But there really wasn't anything that I could do. If the school figured out then they'd freak out... So I was relying on Tabitha to get there soon. I mean, she was more of a doctor than I was, and Grim was supposed to send her back.
After a while Tabitha ran out of the woods, drenched with her fox ears and all as she came up with a medical kit in her hands. She sat down on the grass beside me. "It's really... Wet." She whispered. She gently took off Trace's shirt and watched him. "He's kinda glowing. Maybe we should leave him be?"
"No, Tabitha. He saved my life. Fix him."
"You make it sound easy. . ." She let out a soft sigh.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace moved some, then his eyes opened. They were normal again. The glowing stopped, and Trace looked between us, then reached his hand up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at Tabitha and to the medical kit. He was quiet for the longest of times, just watching the rain, then he sat up and put his hands to the arrow in his chest. He took in a breath and pulled it out slowly, then took some of the herbs and put it on the wound on his chest. He then picked up the wrap and wrapped the cloth around him, over his shoulder where the girl cut him with her sword, and back. Then he whispered, "I'm sorry for the trouble. Naomi." He looked at me. "I'm sorry you had to see that..."

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I shook my head. "It's fine. I've seen worse. Trust me." I gave him a soft smile. "But it's between you and me. Promise."
Tabitha looked between us. When Trace was finished she put up the stuff in the kit. "Sorry it took so long, Naomi. I was making supper for the guys when Grim told me to come." She apologized in her soft voice. The only time she was confident in what she was saying (hence, being louder) was when she was with Frey.
I shrugged. "It's okay. He's fine, see?" I gestured to Trace. Then I gave him a smile.
Tabitha nodded again, and then she placed a thing of pain reliever in Trace's hand.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace looked at the pill for a minute, then back at Tabitha. "I can't have pain relievers." He whispered, blushing ever-so-softly.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Oh... Okay." Tabitha nodded as she took the pain relievers back. She nodded lightly, and she put them up. Then she swiftly stood up. She wrung out her shirt just for it to be soaked again in the rain. She sighed. One thing to know about her was that she didn't really enjoy being soaking wet. Or swimming.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace stood up softly, favoring his foot some and keeping it off the ground. He picked up his cloak that had been behind him, and he wrung it out. He put it around Tabitha softly, since it was pretty much dry. He looked down at me, then held out a hand. "Thank you both very much. I'm sorry for wasting your time..."

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Thank you..." Tabitha whispered.
I smiled. "You crazy? You aren't wasting anyone's time, Trace. Right, Tabi?"
Tabitha shook her head as she agreed with me. "Nope..." Surprisingly, she didn't get mad at me for calling her 'Tabi'.
I took Trace's hand and, with his help, I stood up. "Thank you." I smiled happily.