Back Away [open]

[Clare Jackson]

Name: Clare Jackson
Age: 14
Exsperiment: 3.2

"She wants to escape, and she is getting stronger." "I know that, what! NO NOOOOO!"

Clare had flown for a long time, she had escaped yesterday and had ended up in a forest, she had wing, she had cat ears and she had fangs. She was altered, never to return to normal. Her eyes, red, she was different. They changed her eyes to make sure she wouldn't look like other exsperiments if she escaped. Her black pants had rips near the leggings. She looked somewhat like a mess.

[Shiver A. Fordyce]

Wandering aimlessly, she collapsed. Her tired legs refusing to carry her any farther in a fit of painful resistance. She knelt down, branches and thorns digging into her skin. With a sharp pain, she hugged the tree, her amber and blue eyes wide with what was almost desperation. She was tired of wandering, tired of coming to every dead end in this damned world.
Taking a deep breath, she struggled to control herself.
Think Shiver, where are you?
"I'm in a forest in the middle of nowhere."
Who are you with?
"I'm by myself."
Wrong, take of you headphones.
She gently took them off, they were black, plain. But she knew they were crammed with programs to block out those ugly thoughts of humans and whatnot.
She paused, her powers starting up like a dead truck sparking back to life. There is was, footsteps. And she could hear thoughts, they were slightly jumbled and fatigued, as if they had been walking around just as she had.
"Hello?" she called out, using the tree as leverage to stand herself up.
Bad idea Shiver! What if it's some mugger or serial killer?
She shook her head, no, she could tell these thoughts belonged to someone of equal confusion just as her.

[Clare Jackson]

At first Clare ducked down, safty first, she then began to reconize the voice, could it be. She crawled on the ground and crawled towards where the voice had come from. "Shiver? Is that you?" Clare said as she continued to crawl, she felt as if she had to know, she missed her friend. After two days of travel, they might be reunited. She gulped heavily as she contined, rocks digged into the palms of her hands and it was cold, it was fall. Leaves fell from the tops of the trees as she continued, she had to she had to right now. She was almost scared to see, she didn't see the end result of what had happened to her friend, well she was a mutant, a monster.

[Shiver A. Fordyce]

And there it was. It was Clare. Another success, only much more bug-free. She had her faults too though. Physically, she was unstable, with fangs and wings she was a walking Frankenstein. Shiver was thankful they had stopped any physical changes besides her eyes. The were orginally blue, but now, they amber and blue. Same with her hair, once a light brown, was bleached to white.
Shiver took another shaky breath, as pain riveting thrugh her legs, she managed to prop herself. "Clare." She called out. She put the headphones back on. She didn't trust herself around someone she knew. Whether she was going to kill her with a mind malfunction or something or another.

[Clare Jackson]

Even though Shiver looked slightly different, but she didn't care, she was actually a little scared. She wanted to snuggle up against her and be with her once again. She crawled in and her wings showed, along with her ears, but her fangs didn't poke out. "I am so happy to see you." Clare whispered as she came closer. "I hate being a mutant! There is nothing good, everyone has thought of me as evil, like a yoma." Clare whinned a bit. She always said yoma instead of demon. Even though demons and yoma were different she always said yoma. Yoma were gray skined beast with yellow eyes and could sometimes have different colors, they craved blood, but Clare didn't. She had a bit of yoma blood in her, but she only gained stregnth and the slightest bit of speed, however she wasn't emotionally stable and she hated being a mutant.

[Shiver A. Fordyce]

Shiver walked over, maintaining her poker face to mask her worry and pain, concern and melancholy. Slapping on a smile, she pulled the victim closer. They were all victims.
She rubbed Clare's arms as if to warm them. "Things will be fine now, being a freak isn't all bad. Just think, no school, no job, no worries." She said tilting her head to add effect. But these were all false hopes, false facts. Being a monster was horrible. For her, it was all about the headaches, the fear of killing another, getting close to someone. Those were her daily jobs. Keep everyone safe, she was the adult in this occasion.
Shiver never had a parent or an older friend to ask, she was always on her own, all the time. So it was either improvise her wise facts, her destroy all of there hopes.
The 16 year old stuck her hand in Clare's, more for her own comfort than for the girl's. "We just, need to stick together." Another smile, more lies. "We can go looking for shelter away from the wind, settle down and move into the city."
Her mind wove around, focusing her powers into hyper-mode. She pictured an abandoned shed, holes poked through the rook but it was big enough for both of them and stable enough to protect them. Shiver could feel her powers tugging her northward toward the city, and the shed. "Will you come with me?" She asked. Her eyes pleaded, she liked Clare, fangs and all, Shiver liked to protect her, and she

would.

[Clare Jackson]

Clare nodded. She didn't want to be on her own, she wanted to stay with Shiver. "But how will I hide?" Clare asked with great concern.

(Sorry, lazy)

[Shiver A. Fordyce]

Shiver pondered this, racking her brain for ideas in which Clare could 'fit in'. "A jacket should fix that." She finally said. Where she would get one? Well, she could cross that bridge when they got there.
Or burn it.
She shook her head, bad idea.
She took the hand once more and started North. The late bird's chirped echoed hauntingly in the spread of oaks. The forest was silent, there was no one else besides them, Shiver knew.
It was a night where the black was consuming. Threatening to take you with one wrong step.
The girl whispered to herself to keep her sanity in one piece, for Clare. She squeezed the girl's hand, things were lonely nowadays and there was no one to look to. With a heavy sigh, she stopped, "We're here."
It was small, a good for nothing o'l shack with a small doorway with no door.
Perfect.
Shiver pulled her little train inside, looking around in the dark space, it was dank, moldy, smelled like feces and other unspeakable hings; but it was shelter sadly.
"Make yourself at home, I guess." she said dropping her hand. Even with a friend, she was no good at socializing.