Running

The sound of her feet reverberated across the pavement her gown billowing around her ankles and her hair trailing like an ebony veil behind her left tattered and unkempt to be grasped and pulled by the wind. Her eyes looked around frantically searching for the answer that was there in the shadows, the answer that would save her and keep her safe from the darkness that threatened to envelope her. She skidded to a stop, she could feel the sting of the asphalt on her bare skin. Why was she without her shoes, running through the streets of the yard like a lost animal?

Slowly she turned in circles trying to comprehend the situation and find the reasons that they had brought her here. Was it because of the conversation that she and Flux had earlier that evening? There something in the dark, it caught her attention and drew her to it. No matter how much she did not want to go forward she had to. The sound of her heart beat in her ears she felt like she was going to black out, or maybe she was praying for it.

The edge of her gown was now dirty with sludge and wet with water from the gutters, but there was something else; the smell. Her eyes went wide as with a shaking hand she pulled back a smudge covered sheet only to reveal a body burnt to a crisp. The sickening sweet smell of cooked flesh assaulted her nose causing her to turn and leave the contents of her stomach in the gutter along with the floating bits of flesh that the water was sluicing from the body she had found.

"Behind you!" Her voices suddenly alerted her and she spun, losing her footing and falling with a hard crack to her back against the gutter. The pain pushed through her in a searing lance from the middle of her back to the top of her toes. A hulking shape hovered over her as she scrambled to the side. To late; they had warned her to late, as she felt the calloused hand catching on the thin fragile fabric of her gown and pulling her back. The glint of something spied in his hand, she was thankful that the lights were working because it gave her a reason to....

She screamed out of her sleep, her voice echoing off the walls of her hidey hole, her hair matted to her face from the night terror was pushed away with a trembling hand as she stood up from the mat to look around. Her mind still in the dream she jumped at every movement within the shadows. Wrapping her arms around her she peeked out of the makeshift door and looked out over the sparkling water.

"You said go away from you Flux, but where am I to go? This is my home, it may not be much but its all I have. If I go to the cantina, will it be to close to you if you are there? Why should I be worried about Julian enough that you would reassure me that he would not be hurt, and why just a reassurance about him and not me as well? Damn it you left me with more questions than answers! Working for the god of death.. the god of..." Her voice faltered and she spun on her heels heading back into her makeshift house and began gathering up a few things. She had no clue where she was going but she knew she could not stay there, Flux had been to near her home he would certainly find it if he was actually searching for her.

With a small bag in hand she began moving through the streets of the Yard, looking for another safe spot to hide out in. But where? Where could she, with no money and no friends other than Julius go?