Flay hugged Snowflake back. “Love you too.” She smiled. After
Snowflake left, she closed the door and stood in the middle of her
room. She had 2 options. Pack and go with them, leaving them all in
danger or run and protect them all. She didn’t want to hurt the
kids, but it was inevitable. She didn’t want them to never see her
again. She also didn’t want to kill them either and be tortured
with the guilt. I have to...
Flay’s leg was shaking, her hand was too. She was fighting to stay
standing, but unable to move to her bed so she could sit down. She
didn’t notice that Summer was peeking in. She whimpered quietly and
clutched her head with her right hand, breathing heavily. “Please
please please.....” she quietly pleaded.
Flay couldn’t take it anymore. She forced herself to move and grab
her bags. She ran out the door, ignoring Summer. She ran to the
exit and left, running far away.
Summer watched Flay leave, trying to follow her but falling far
behind, eventually sitting down and starting to cry in dispair.
Faith picked up the wailing child and couldn't console her no
matter how hard she tryied, then she saw Flay running away in the
distance and called after her.
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“I’m sorry!” She yelled back, tears flooding down her face. She
wanted to turn around, but she knew it was too late. She wasn’t
able to stop it. She couldn’t do anything.
Quicksilver was walking from the previous town, pretty bored. She
had gone 7 years without a single exciting heist. She noticed a
girl, around 18, running into the woods. She teleported in front of
her and stopped her. “Who the he** are you and where the **** are
you going?”
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
image itself IF it is available (as of August 1st, 2022). If the
artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
“Ş̷̭̘̩̇͘t̴̛͎́ǫ̷̪̯͑̂͜p̸̻̩͚͍͔̱̹̯͐̀͂̋̊͌͆̌͠ͅ!̵͍̤̹͔̦̬͇͖́̀͒̕“ Flay
yelled, her voice pretty distorted. She thrust her hand out and it
flung Quicksilver back a few feet. Flay kept running until she
reached another forest, then sat down on a tree.
Quicksilver looked at her, then looked at Dixie Hollow.
“Interesting...” she walked up to it and tried to find a place she
could enter.
“Trust me, we haven’t. Haven’t seen a soul in 4 years...” she
paused for a minute, examining Faith’s face. “Actually... I think
we have.” She put her hand on her gun. “7 years ago.”