Outlawed 2

[sicksadworld.]

Frank had stayed behind the pair the whole way back, constantly watching his every move, his chest was throbbing slightly as he did so and then it happened. Emerald seemed to lose it, screaming at this boy, shouting about Casper and telling him to stop haunting him. Frank froze for a second and forced Diad I between the pair, glaring at Matt and grasping Emeralds arms and looking into her eyes "Emerald?! Your okay!" he reassured her, completely blanking Matt as Diad walked alongside their horses, matching the paces.
Frank then spun to Matt "What the hell did you do?!" he hissed, frowning in anger and confusement, a slight twinge of fear hitting him.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Saya sighs looking down and walking away. "Not wanted already." She sits down in the middle of the woods and sings as loud as possible.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald tried to pull her hands away but she was too weak with shock and crying to do any real movement. She shook her head, as if trying to shake his words out of her ears. He couldn't be Matt. How? He looked so much like Casper, acted like him, spoke like him, comforted her like he did. She looked up at him but quickly looked away, still crying but not as hard. "You can't be." she whispered. "You can't be Matt. You're so much like...like..." she started crying harder. She shook her head again and mustered the courage to look up at his face again. It was like Casper was really here, alive, like he was those five long years ago. But his hair color was different. If Casper came back she was positive he wouldn't come back with no memory, no memory of her, of what they shared. And definitely not with a such outrageous, dangerous hair color. But it was impossible for somebody to look so much like him. Utterly impossible. It couldn't be. Not unless....unless they were related. Slowly, the puzzle pieces started to fit together. Her tear filled eyes widened again, and then she sobbed harder then she had before. She not only felt horrible for herself, for a small tiny part of her had somewhat hoped he was actually Casper, that maybe she could have him back. But now she also felt horrible for Matt. Casper was this Percy man he had been searching for. There was no way it couldn't be. But Casper was dead. "I'm so sorry." she sobbed. "Casper...Casper was part of The Hood...he...was my friend and my...we loved each other." she said simply. "And he's your brother...but he's...he's dead." she said slowly, choking over the last word. And then Frank came. She wrapped her arms tight around him, nodding and trying to calm herself down. Frank was here. She loved Frank. Casper was dead. Matt was not Casper. She kept repeating those four facts over and over in her mind, trying to get it all sorted out. Trying to get hold of what was real, and what wasn't. She was still shaking as she placed a hand over Frank's mouth, right after he snapped at Matt. "Don't." she whispered in his ear. "I freaked, it's not his fault." she paused for a moment before adding, "Casper is his brother."

[sicksadworld.]

Frank hugged Emerald back as tight as he could, his head resting upon hers as he felt her hand cover his mouth. He looked to Matt and it finally hit him of why he was so familiar to him, and nodded at the boy in a sorry sort of manner. He was now a little lost on what to say, he didnt want to pest Emerald further, especially as she was calming down, and for Matt, for Matt he had no words to say.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Says sighs looking down l, "Maybe this was the wring thing to do... but they did bring me here maybe I can see wat food they have an make them something to eat." She said an found the storage area sn took note of what they had sn wat she would need.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald's heartbeat finally slowed and she felt calmer, but in her head she was still confused and angry and sad. She removed her hand from Frank's mouth and managed to lift her eyes to glance at Matt. Mistake. She put her eyes down and scrunched up her face trying not to cry again.' Matt is not Casper. Casper is...Casper is dead. Frank is here.' she thought, over and over and over. And though the first two unsettled her a great deal, but the last fact she kept repeating made her feel safe. She let out a sigh and let herself sink into Frank's arms, feeling much better than she had. "Let's get back to the hideout. Arrowin and Saya will be waiting for us." she said after a few minutes. But she could care less about actually getting to the hideout. She just wanted to drink her hidden bottle of whiskey until she passed out.

[intriguing]

Matt was trying to work it all out, to decipher the puzzle that had been locked to his mind for so long. Emerald was crying at him, Frank was yelling at him. "I'm Matt, Emerald please listen to me," he said, but she was crying now, fountains of it, and he didn't know how to help her. He didn't know what wa shappening at all, this sad bewilderment crept over him again. He just couldn't puzzle it, who was Casper, why did she seem to think of him when ever she saw Matt's face? What was this warped joke he was the outsider on. He couldn't fathom it, the pent-up emotion Emerald was letting out didn't help clear his mind, he felt like it was his fault and only his fault, he felt compelled to comfort her, yet he knew Frank would more than murder him for going anywhere near her.

Emerald told him, between choking sobs, what was happening and who Casper was. It hit Matthew like a whopping great brick. He couldn't speak, he couldn't ask, he couldn't do anything, frozen in his tracks. Even Dallas was almost quiet. "I have to go," he said. Then he said, "No, wait," He was being indecisive, unknowing yet desperate to know. "How did... how did he?" he couldn't finish it. How did he die? is what he wanted to ask, but he couldn't say it, ot in front of Emerald, not for anything in the world. he knew this brother was dead, but the stories and ties to the stupid little farm boy were uneblievable, he just wanted to know this one thing, then, then he would leave.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald looked up at Matt, she could see the pain and confusion written all over his face. "I'll tell you if you don't leave." she said, her words somewhat muffled since she was hugging Frank. She didn't want him to leave, he couldn't leave. She felt like she owed it to Casper to take care of him. She might not of been able to save him but she sure as heck would try to save Matt, to keep him from following in Casper's footsteps. She took in a deep, shaky, breath and said, "He couldn't take it." she said. "The constant fighting with the nobles, the drama within The Hood. He was a farm boy, he wasn't meant for that kind of thing." She paused for a moment, her eyes closing tight as she tried to keep the tears in. "He poisoned himself, right after Christmas. Five years ago."

[intriguing]

Matt sighed, he wanted to stray far away from here, far far away, pillage some villages, steal some money, find a home and a woman, forget his whole life and make a new one for himself. That's all he wanted to do, stay away from his past, never let it return to him. All Matt could say was, "He left a note didn't he?" and sighed, raking a hand through his hair, srunching up his eyes and rubbing them. They might as well have been twins he had his dead brother, always the same thought process, the same kindness, even practically the same eyes. Everything about them so similiar, the way they'd treat people, everything, everythign was so similar. Matt just wished, that for Emerald's sake, he could haave found his brother sooner, and stopped him. Of course she had Frank, but he could tell her mind had been so torn and hurt, her heart destroyed and shredded, yet kindly rebuilt in five years, only now to fall once again. This is why Matt wanted to go, to make his own future, so he never had to think about what his brother had done.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald nodded in response, wondering why he would ask such a question. She lifted her eyes again to Matt, hoping to find an answer. She felt her heart drop again, like an anvil had been placed on her chest. "You wanted to do the same didn't you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Didn't you!" she demanded. She sighed and rested her head on Frank's chest. Why was this happening? She couldn't understand. Sure, she had killed many people, maybe even some that didn't deserve it, but she made up for it by helping the people of England. At least, that's what she thought. But was that enough reason for some higher force to condemn her to this? She sighed, finally feeling the tears subsiding, though her head still pounded and she felt suddenly tired. She really wished she had her whiskey bottle now, but she could have it when she got back."Don't do it. It's not worth it." she said.