helpless. [athena/villain?/open]

The flakes fell softly from the sky, floating downwards in spirals. It was beautiful, the scene: the trees covered in snow, the pins happy for their season. It was peaceful without a creature in sight. The snow was untouched, totally smooth and cold as always. The forest was silent and solemn. Still, something didn't seem right.

Something began to shuffle about.

Blood trickled through a path of footprints, where there the alien girl shuffled about. With only that collar and blanket over a worn sleeveless top managed to keep her somewhat warm in a freezing outdoors. She was shivering as she ran, blood staining the blanket, her clothes; the snow. She was hurt.

Hurt badly.

She tried to keep her mind off the wound, her red eyes wide with terror as she ran through this foreign, frozen tundra. She was terrified as one could ever be. She stumbled a few times, unused to the white powder that blanketed the dead earth beneath her feet. She had never seen it at Orgmorgog.

Orgmorgog.

Tears of violent anger filled her eyes as she cried, running on. She didn’t want to go back. She didn't want to be found! If they caught her... Who knew what horror could await her! She shifted through the snow, trying to find a place to hide or sleep. Everything was white. Her long hair trailed behind her, the white strands like tendrils behind her.

She body began to glow slightly. She wasn't able to stop it. Not the glow. She was scared, as it trigged the light. She was shaking. That seemed to have an effect on her. She could hardly see through her tears. They stream down her face as she carried herself forward.

Unable to move forward, she shifted herself towards the massive tree, seating upon the gnarled roots. She pushed herself close to the trunk, moving her knees towards her chest as she rested her head upon the trunk.

She felt tired.

The tears still fell.

The blood still trickled.




ooc: don't overload this when i'm gone on the weekdays. ;D

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A dark shadow slowly made it's way towards the girl, it's black fur blowing in the icy wind. It's multicolored eyes looked at the girl as it slowly emerged from the shrub. Vivian slowly approached the girl keeping her head low to keep from scaring the girl. She quickly shifted to her human form and kneeled down in the snow. "Hey you ok?"

"O.... Kay?" She tilted her head.

What did that mean? The language was so... Strange. So odd. She kept herself close to the tree, wrapping her fingers against the rough bark. She was scared of this being that stood before her. She knew nothing about this planet, its people... She only wanted to be free from the Orgmorgog troops. She pursed her lips as she scrunched her nose in slight uncertainty. She seemed friendly by the tone of voice, Raephen knew. Still, the ivory haired girl felt insecure in such a tundra.

She shifted yet some more and she inched closer to the tree. It was almost like she wanted to be apart of it, yet as her red eyes blinked and her head shifted from her face, revealing the three tiny triangles, all forming one, upon her forehead. She cringed as she tried to swipe her hair to cover the markings with a chilled hand. She shivered some more as the wind blew yet again and Raephen shook her head, shrugging. She wasn't sure the meaning of the word "okay." She only wished she did.

It was indeed a strange place.

There was a dim red light that slowly revolved closer to the group, not that he was aware that he was nearing. Smoke trickled from the end of the cigarette, and he frowned slightly. Something seemed odd, and it wasn't just the fact that he seemed to be wandering in the forest. One hand was placed on his forehead, the fingers moving in circular motions to dull the slight pain that had begun to form. Normally, smoking helped to take his mind off of the headaches. As did adrenaline, but he wasn't willing to waste any of that out here. Not when all he was doing was following the voices. Thus, the red dot bounced along, crunching in the snow. He shivered slightly, wishing he had brought shoes that were much more durable.

He paused.

He frowned.

He had written down the coordinates on his hand, and he glanced at them once more. He was highly amused that the phone he had purchased only a few months ago had a GPS system, and that he was able to figure out the location quite easily. All he needed to do was discover the source of his vision, hear the conversation and sounds that had flooded into his mind a little over an hour ago. He looked at the screen of his phone, comparing the numbers to the ones written on his hands. Almost there. It was less than a quarter of a mile away, and he was determined to find out who these people were. He had no idea what relevance they had to him, but he felt compelled to hunt them down. After all, his visions had begun to be more common. He needed to know why.

The familiar crunch of a person moving about in the snow. "Hey, you okay?" A pause. "Oh... kay?" They were both female. The second person was obviously confused.

It hadn't been a particularly long vision, not compared to most he had, but he needed to find out who they were. His eyes finally caught something unusual, color among the snow. Blood. His eyes widened, the desire to find the source even stronger. He pulled his coat closer around his body, once more frowning as he quickened his pace. The footprints were joined by more, something more animal. He was practically jogging when he found an indented area, where Vivian had changed between forms. He quickly burst upon the pair. He froze, wedging a hand into his hair, and simply stared for a while. Two girls. They fit the description, and one look at his phone told him he had reached the coordinates.

He bit his lip, then his eyes widened.

One of the girls was bleeding, quite a bit, and he realized it was her blood he had been following.

"Jesus Christ, we need to get you help."

Another person had come. She crouched lower, pulling the massive woolen blanket over her again. "Help?" What is help? A good thing? Bad thing? She shivered again before shifting onto her knees and almost crawling. She stood up, placing a delicate tan hand upon the trunk of the tree as she pushed herself up.

"Help..." She repeated smiling lightly as she looked at the pair. One was dressed oddly, all in black with a cloak. The other... Just as odd. It wasn't normal to find one wearing such intricate clothing on Orgmorgog. Yet again, it wasn't everyday the group of five would journey to the planet to try to rescue the girls used for the king's bidding. One was dressed much like the female before her, and the other was robotic. One was green and furry, she noted, and one had the most beautiful, luscious hair she had seen. The other, wearing green and red, seemed to the leader.

She was ever so found of him.

She kept her smile, though small, upon her face as she stepped forward. Her legs numb, she stumbled forward and took hold of the male's shoulders. She looked down at her feet. She could see them, but she couldn't feel them. What was this white powder on the ground? It was so cold. She couldn't feel almost anything.

She looked back up at him, red eyes almost like a dazzling star. She wasn't smiling, she looked almost startled. She looked down at the other girl, her eyes still twinkling. With a loud growl, she took hold of her stomach and pointed. She was hungry.

Raephen took her position, leaning against the tree as she continued to point at her stomach.

Maybe these strange creatures would understand her gestures?

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Vivian wasn't sure what to do. This girl, whoever she was, was obviously not from around here. She sighed and was about to try some other form of communication when a guy came running out from behind them. She looked up at the guy, but quickly returned her attention to the girl. She watched as the girl stood and stood with her, wondering what she was doing out here in the first place.

When the girl started pointing to her stomach it took a Vivian a minute to figure out what she was trying to say. The girl was hungry. But, what did she eat? Vivian quickly shook her head. The food would have to wait, right now the girl need to get her wounds patched up. "I need you to sit," she said slowly to the girl and she slowly sat down patting the ground next to her and repeated,"Sit."

"Woah, there, easy," he mumbled as the light-haired girl retreated. Was she wearing shoes? It was freezing out, what was she thinking? He glanced at Vivian, nodding slightly. He quickly wedged his hands into his pockets, searching for a hat or something. Frost bite was not something he wanted to witness, but it phased him that it could have been the source of the vision. He needed to help somebody.

Nathaniel slowly regretted following the vision, despite the fact that it seemed important. The girl who was bleeding had eyes that matched the color of her footsteps, and hair the color of the snow. Despite the fact they she obviously needed help, there was something unsettling. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't seem to speak English, but that could have been from the cold. He knew there were cold and hot temperatures that the body reached that could lose motor function and cognitive abilities. Some kid had been on the news a year or so ago, who had fallen into a lake and almost died of hypothermia. The kid had to be put on life support, he had found out a few weeks later. He was suddenly more hesitant, but he knew that turning around and leaving would be bad. He may not have been the most reliable, caring person, but he wasn't inhumane. He wasn't a villain.

He frowned slightly. Food. He hadn't brought any with him, he hadn't thought he would need it. There probably was a package of chips in the car or something like that, but he had parked further in town. It would take as long to walk back as it had to get there, and the chances would have been bad. He looked once more at the dark-haired girl, trying to decide what to do next. It appeared that Vivian was going to help the girl with her feet, perhaps any other wounds. He felt small and useless, unable to really contribute anything. He glanced down, managing to find a pair of gloves in his pockets. "Does she want these?" he asked, holding them out. His head tilted slightly to one side, and he looked almost confused. "I could call 9-1-1 or something, if you think they could get here on time to be of any use..."

He used his other hand to pull the phone back out, prepared to dial if necessary. Nathaniel didn't want to get in the way, but he couldn't help but feel he was a burden. He rarely followed his visions, but lately, they'd been much more frequent. He was dying to find out what they were telling him. Still, he didn't have any experience with any of this. He used his powers frequently for clients, but this was different. His vision had pointed him in the direction of another being, one who needed help. It wasn't some silly vision of getting a promotion or having a kid. It was something practical.

The snow made the forest look beautiful. Winter had always been Marks favorite season. The cold made running easier on him, but tonight he wasn't running. Tonight he was just walking and enjoying a bag of M&Ms. Pretending to be a superhero wasn't easy for someone who had always been taught to be malicious and evil. He had to save an old lady from a pursesnatcher one night, and even helped the cops catch a drunk driver.

This particular night though he had no plans to help anyone or do anything good for the community. That was until he saw the snowy haired, bleeding girl. There were two others with her. The guy he'd seen before. He wasn't a Titan. The dark haired girl he'd never seen before but was sure she wasn't a Titan.

Something told him to run. Just run. Then there was that little voice some people call a conscience telling him to help. Damn that little voice. It had gotten louder since he started to pretend to be a goodie. "Is she going to be ok?" Mark asked as he approached the others. "I can run her to a hospital or...." he paused looking at her red eyes, "or the T-Tower," Or maybe the testing facility The last part he just kept to himself, popping an M&M in his mouth. "She can have these if chocolate will help. It's the only food type substance I've got." He held the bag of candies towards the girl. What was he getting into??

So...

There were three of these people speaking. The female was soon on the ground in the white powder, patting the space besides her using a single word repeatedly: Sit. The others were speaking almost all at once to her. She tilted her head as she flicked her eyes and twisted her neck back and forth. She was confused more so then she wanted to ever be.

She felt lost in their thousands of words. It was difficult to comprehend it all. She understood few: Sit, Okay, and Help. Those seemed easier. Though the meaning wasn't known, the word was certainly programmed. She had to know what they were saying! Everything was so strange, so odd! She crinkled her nose in a quick second. There was a simple way of learning their language quickly...

Yet it would take all her strength and energy she had left.

She reached forward, taking hold of the closet thing to her. Gripping his shoulder with one hand, placing her knee against his calf, she leaned forward. Pressing herself against the warm clothing he was wearing, she smiled slightly. She gazed up at up him, her red eyes twinkling and sparking like embers, before she closed them. She moved forward, almost like a kiss. The triangles clicked, and a light began to flash. It echoed, glowing brighter and brighter while she moved her lips towards his.

Instantly, her forehead touched his. It was warm, feeling gentle against her freezing face. Raephen's forehead tingled, the triangles clicking and the glowing stopped. She was exhausted. The energy used for such a process seemed almost terrible. She felt weak, almost woozy. She felt her eyelids flutter. Her legs trembled beneath her, almost giving way. She kept her fingers upon the man's shoulders, gripping tightly.

The woolen blanket fell from around her shoulders and upon the ground.

With a weakened voice, the alien girl muttered, "Help...."




ooc: if you're wondering who that was, it was nate. i have a funny idea with vivian, nate, and raephen. i can add mark in the mix, too. i'll need to message you guys with the idea. (:

This was bad.

Alright, correction, part of this situation was positive. There was somebody else - someone Nathaniel vaguely recognized, but didn't really know. He had some food. That meant that they probably could safely get this girl somewhere safe, without risking too much. It also meant another person if they had to carry the girl, as she certainly didn't seem in the position to be walking too much through the snow. It seemed like more of a situation that she would end up being fine. With her clothing, there was the potential for frostbite, but that was possible for anybody outside for too long. He glanced at Mark. "I've got a car, but it isn't close at all." He wasn't about to mention that the only reason he was out here was to find the coordinates of his vision. That seemed foolish.

His attention was quickly drawn back to the alien girl. What was she doing? His confusion was obvious as she gripped his shoulder. His cheeks flared a crimson shade as she brought her face close to his. Her forehead was glowing. His eyes widened. This was certainly not what he had expected. The vision he had gotten had no possible way of preparing him for whatever was going on. All he had known was that there were two girls in the forest in the snow. Not the other guy. Not the fact that there was something extremely off about one of the girls. Not the fact that the girl was doing something to his head. The cold temperature of the girl's skin somehow surprised him in the winter, and he shuddered slightly.

He wondered vaguely if she knew he had a headache...

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself. His hands gripped her own, trying to prevent her from falling. What was he getting himself wrapped up in? One of his hands quickly moved to his scarf, tugging it from his neck. He remained serious, though slightly frightened. "We need to get her to the hospital or something. Like now." He managed to attempt and wrap the scarf around her own neck, ignoring the blanket. He frowned, shaking his head slightly. "Curiosity killed the cat," he murmured to himself, torn between regret for getting mixed up in the circumstances, and relief at being able to try and help.